#but tonight i say we must move forwards not backwards

[littledigits]

I’m sorry to hear that, but im glad you put yourself first instead of trying to get through it, i know a few people who have gone through the ringer pushing themselves further then they should. The frustrating part is the industry can very easily not be as gate keepy or as intense as it is. Combine the weird animation ego culture around working at companies with late stage capitalism and the industry in north America becomes inaccessibly grindy for most people.  People who dont have the money for school connections, the job and benefits insecurity, the ability to do 60 hour weeks and so many more reasons. Not only do you lose those voices, but you lose the voices of everyone who joins and gets completely and utterly burnt out within the first few years too. ( dont even get me started on the list of physical and mental harm i have seen people come to as well throughout school and the job in the name of the glory of animation). The industry is ..honestly , wasteful. Even on just a logic level its frustratingly ineffective 

and the dumb thing is, is that for a lot of people who dont want to change the status quo say its ‘how its always been’ and you’d think in an industry full of creative people we’d be able to make it more accessible to all types of people. Most of the times things dont change because everyone is tired, i mean hell.I also did not pay attention to things that I do now because all I had was this job..but. gotta pull your head out of it at one point and realize that its nothing to glorify and maybe the ‘this is how it is’ was just a thing to get you to put up with it...

anyway. not to ramble n a reblog but - 

The hopeful thing is, it is changing and a lot more people are speaking up about it. The internet provides a lot more chances for connections and passing around information for free, and the idea of what success looks like is changing too. The understanding of mental health has changed TONS and overall studios changing for the better.The things im learning in my late 30s people are learning in their teens haha, so I’m hopeful that it will keep going :) we just have a lot of clean up to do 

@_@ THEY CANT STOP ALL OF US.   

I did a QnA with Inklusion comics who i STRONGLY SUGGEST you follow . https://www.instagram.com/inklusioncomics/  Mae is a senior in highschool and is doing some fantastic work by doing a regular interview sessions with artists. Go follow their insta ! also their twitter https://twitter.com/inklusioncomics  

[thisissirius]

Do you think they're gonna fight?

hmmmmm

it might go something like this

"What is your problem?"

The words ring through the weird echo in Buck's kitchen. Eddie's furious, the lines of his body tense, holding himself apart from Buck.

Which shouldn't be as life-changing as it feels.

"Eddie," Buck says, fingers tight around the counter. "I thought you were out with Tommy."

"I was," Eddie says slowly, and there's confusion in the way he stares at Buck, a little betrayed, a little hurt. "You said you were busy tonight, but then Maddie sent a text. You told her we were going out?"

Fuck.

Buck shrugs, sliding his beer bottle off the counter. "Does it matter?"

"You're lying to your sister, to me, and you're asking if it matters?"

It's not lying. It's preservation. Buck can't—can't do this. "You were having fun, I was having fun," as if, "everything is fine."

Eddie watches him as he crosses the kitchen, cradling the beer bottle in his hands. Buck wants him to leave, to let him have this, whatever it is, in private. "You don't lie to me."

"Yeah well, people change," Buck mutters, because the hurt lances through him. Eddie and Tommy, getting on better, their relationship so effortless when Buck was jealous and angry and, and, and. "Tommy's—"

"I don't care about Tommy right now," Eddie says, coming to stand on the other side of the counter. "I care about you and whatever you have going on! it's not like you, Buck, and you can talk to me, you know you can."

Buck opens his mouth, closes it. "Not this. Not this."

There's definitely hurt in Eddie's expression, but he turns before Buck gets a good look. "Aren't we," Eddie starts, cuts off. His shoulders fall, sag a little. "Alright, Buck. Just—there's nothing you can tell me that I wouldn't—"

"Eddie," Buck whispers. He always thought it would be some furious thing, angry and heavy with emotion. Instead, he feels desperate, knows that if Eddie leaves like this, tension and hurt between them, it won't matter anymore.

"I think I might be bisexual!"

The words fall faster than he can stop them. It settles like lead in his stomach and he takes an involuntary step backwards.

Eddie turns, his eyes widening a fraction, his mouth closing. He stares.

The stretch is long enough that Buck starts to panic, feels something claw at his chest and it's tight, so tight, he definitely need to be somewhere else, anywhere else.

"Why would that," Eddie starts, cutting himself off.

Eddie's not stupid, of course he's not, but Buck hopes, begs, that he thinks it's Tommy, that Buck's like this because—

"Buck," Eddie says.

Shit. "Eddie, I don't—"

"Look at me." Eddie's words are soft, so soft. Buck wants to look up but he can't, he can't. Not if he wants to keep breathing or standing or doing anything that isn't collapsing because this is Eddie and he's, he's, everything.

Feet move into his periphery, fingers curling around his bicep.

"Buck," Eddie says again, this time firmer. "Buddy, look at me."

Like he's moving through mud, chest still tight, body warm, Buck is helpless to do anything but look up. Eddie looks the same way he always does. Buck isn't sure what that means; aren't things supposed to change? To shift beyond comprehension?

"Me?"

The word shouldn't be so life-changing. It's two letters, but it feels like so much more as Buck stares at his best friend. He wants to say yes, wants to run, but whatever Eddie sees in his face must say everything he can't.

"Shit." Eddie's fingers rest against Buck's collar, and he tips his head forward. Their foreheads touch and Buck doesn't know what to say, what to do. "Your timing, man."

Buck swallows. "I didn't know, not really. Not until—"

"Tommy," Eddie says. "Did you think—?"

"It seemed so easy, you and him," Buck starts.

"It is," Eddie agrees, shaking Buck a little. "But that doesn't mean anything against you. How could it? How could anyone come close to you?"

It's—Buck's fingers curl slowly around Eddie's waist, hooking in his jacket. "I'm sorry," he says, "about the lying, about not telling you. I couldn't, I didn't want to ruin anything."

"I know." Eddie sighs, pulling back, but his hand stays on Buck's collarbone, thumb rubbing against the exposed skin. "I'm so proud of you for saying it."

Something loosens in Buck's shoulders. "Thanks."

"But," Eddie says, and the lead is back, molten and hot in Buck's stomach. "I can't—Marisol and Chris," Eddie starts. "I need to speak to them and I can't, I need—"

The words trail off into silence.

Buck stares at Eddie, at the stricken expression, the concern. "I'm not going anywhere."

A smile curves Eddie's face and god, how could Buck have thought he'd be okay with this losing this? With letting Eddie go and being alone?

"It doesn't have to be now," Buck says, finding himself back on familiar ground. "You're the forever kind of guy, Eddie."

Eddie looks gut-punched, and his fingers flex against Buck's collarbone, tugs him forward by his shirt. A kiss brushes against Buck's temple, and Eddie drags him into a hug. "You're something else, Evan."

The hug is warm, tight, and Buck clings to the back of Eddie's jacket. He feels wrung out, worn and used, and he buries his face in Eddie's neck. "I'm sorry."

"Shut up," Eddie says gently. "It's not an easy thing to say."

Buck doesn't ask what about you or why did you come here or you make me so fucking happy.

Eddie doesn't say I don't know or I'll always come for you or you're the forever kind of guy, too.

Eventually, they will.

For now, it's enough.

or something :)

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓

summary: the plan was to spend a chill movie night at the castle but when was the last time anything went according to plan in the devildom?

pairing: dragon! barbatos x afab reader (gn/no pronouns used)

warnings: nsfw/ minors dni, dragon! barbatos, dom! barbs , aphrodisiac spit (idc if i made it up, deal with it), double penetration, two cocks, monster + tail fucking, breeding kink, oviposition, cream pie, pool sex, marking, a little bit of possessiveness (as a treat)

a/n: this is part of a low-key collab between @majoliish and me (aka we worked off the same setting and then branched off); i will update this with the link to his fic once he posts dia's part ♡

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The golden gates of the Demon Lord’s Castle swung open, revealing the grand hallway leading you inside. Awaiting you was, of course, none other than the royal butler, Barbatos. You couldn’t help the grin spreading on your lips as you skipped up the last steps to meet him, grateful for the warmth radiating against the frigid night air. 

“Good evening,” Barbatos greeted, slightly bowing, despite how often you told him not to. “It is most fortunate you could meet the Young Master and I for our Halloween movie night. As you are aware, the Young Master wished to spend the night before his grand birthday party learning more about human culture, so we appreciate you making the time for us.”

“No need to make it so formal, Barbatos, you know I’ve been looking forward to seeing you guys. You’re always terribly busy after all,” you laughed as he led you inside. The castle was lit entirely with candles tonight, making your shadows flicker as you walked.

“You are no better in that regard, always trying to reign in those brothers. It cannot be easy either.” When you entered what in other houses might be considered the living room, the smell of buttery popcorn, pumpkin spice and baked goods filled your senses.

“Wow, Barbs, speaking of busy, how many hours did you slave away in the kitchen for this?” You breathed in deeply, savouring the delicious aroma. “I can’t wait to ruin all your hard work by eating it. It smells divine.” 

“Oh please, this was nothing. There  would be no better compliment than enjoying yourself.” With practised ease, Barbatos helped you out of your coat, taking in the costume you were pulling at nervously with his malachite eyes studying you. “I must say, you look lovely tonight, as always. Though I’m afraid to say it is not fear my heart is shaking with.” 

“Thanks,” you stammered out, one hand bashfully rubbing your neck. 

You took this opportunity to take in Barbatos’s appearance as well. On first glance, his costume would pass for an ordinary demon form, however, his normally delicate looking horns had been replaced with ones growing backwards, branching out like sleek corals, and his ears had elongated into translucent fins. Different hues of blue and teal draped around him, the silky texture of his clothes shimmering with every motion and reminding you of the ocean.

Patches of scales were visible on his cheeks and collarbones, shimmering different shades of turquoise and aquamarine as he moved. As a nice surprise he had also removed the gloves he’d usually wear, showcasing claws that looked sharp and were probably sharper. Most intriguing of all, however, was the scaled tail swishing under layers of flowy, wave-like fabric. While it resembled his demon form in colour, the texture was completely different and it reached way further than normal.

“Wow, Barbatos, you look amazing,” you said, in awe at his graceful appearance. He was already a fascinating demon under normal circumstances but on this night it was hard to tear your eyes away from him. 

“Your high praise is ever so delightful, I shall remember it.” Again he bowed politely, the gesture smooth and elegant. “The Young Master and I have settled on the theme of dragons, though we both directed our focus on different kinds. As you can see, I have taken on the appearance of an aquatic dragon.”

Speaking of Diavolo, he met up with you shortly after, sporting a red and golden costume that played into his already dragon-like features and made him look even more impressive than usual. But in typical Diavolo fashion he was nothing but sweet as he greeted you, his joyful laughter bouncing off the wall as he gladly shared his excitement with you.

“Oh right, I almost forgot! I brought some snacks too!” You pulled various treats from your bag, some of them procured from the Human Realm with Solomon’s help but also a pack of chocolates Asmo had given you. “I know they don’t compare to Barbatos’s creations but I didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“No, this is great!” Diavolo grinned, inspecting the candies from your world. “The purpose of this get-together is to learn about your culture after all.”

“Indeed, these provide a most valuable insight.” Quickly transferring them into various bowls, Barbatos set them up on the table in front of the biggest TV you had ever seen, before turning back to the two of you. “Shall we begin our movie night then?”

“Well, that’s what we’re here for tight?” You laughed as you settled on the couch, Diavolo and Barbatos on each side of you. With a flick of his hand, Barbatos dimmed the flicker of the candles to a dim light, creating the kind of spooky atmosphere expected of a Halloween movie night.

It was nice to see some classic films from your world while trying everything laid out in front of you. Obviously Barbatos’s baking tasted even better than it smelled and you could have eaten every last piece of it, but the chocolates you brought were pretty decent as well, your companions agreeing.

All in all, it was just the kind of relaxing night you didn’t get often around here and which you desperately needed.

Half-way through your second film, you’d noticed Barbatos shift rather often, which was unusual for someone as composed as him, to say the least. He’d assured you everything was alright, that it was just the unfamiliar attire that took some getting used to. Still a little sceptical, you turned back to the movie and tried to trust his judgement.

The heat radiating from both sides was getting harder to justify by the two just being demons and your concerns were proven right when Barbatos, of all demons, excused himself and took an awful amount of time just to never come back.

You apologised to the prince as you got up to search for the butler yourself. Something was definitely wrong and if there was someone who was predestined to uncover it, it would be you. The only problem: the castle was huge and Barbatos was more skilled at appearing and disappearing wherever and whenever he liked.

The halls were eerily silent, making your steps echo loudly in your ears despite the plush carpets. Every few metres you looked over your shoulder when the flicker of your own shadow or the branches moving outside the window caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Whenever a particularly strong gust of wind howled and rattled the windows, your steps hastened just a little bit.

When you had already opened just about every door and checked every room you came across, you were about to give up. Clearly, Barbatos didn’t want to be found, so what were the chances that you could?

You pushed open the heavy door to the palace pools, inhaling the distinguishing smell associated with pools and feeling the humidity in the air. The moon was full and high in the sky as it shone its silver light through the round centre of the all-glass window front and the waves broke the light, reflecting a hypnotising pattern onto the walls.

It might have gone unnoticed under the moonlight but a splash in the water alerted you to the presence in the room. There, in the centre of the pool, teal hair floated through the water, the long flowy fabric of Barbatos’s costume moving around him like the iridescent tentacles of a jellyfish.

“Barbatos!” You exclaimed, already at the edge of the pool by the time his name fully left your lips. Of course, his attention was already on you; he never could have missed you entering the room. “There you are! I was so worried, you know. But it’s an odd time to take a dip… not that I’m judging you or anything.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” the demon chuckled, a low and melodic sound that had your heart melting. “Although I assure you I would not be here if it was not strictly necessary to my predicament.”

“Your predicament?” You questioned, squatting down to be closer to him. “What’s going on? Are you ill or something?”

“Your concern warms my heart, truly,” he smiled. From up close you could see the scales that looked so realistic glistening with the water drops that dripped from his hair. In the moonlight they looked like they were made of precious gemstones and you couldn’t help but think how good he looked like this. Extending a courteous hand to you, his stunning eyes found yours. “Why don’t you join me and I'll show you what I mean? I promise there’s nothing dangerous about it.”

Without hesitating you put your hand in his, fully trusting him. Then you realised how detailed his costume was. You hadn’t noticed earlier but the colour of his teal nails extended onto his fingers as well, right about to the second knuckle, contrasting the translucent webbing spanning between his fingers. 

Then he pulled you into the water and steadied you by the waist when you jumped because of the chill. You could feel his claws digging into your hips through the wet clothes sticking to your skin. But you hardly had time to think about it as you were already drifting through the water, securely held in Barbatos’s grip, who was cutting through the water as if it was nothing. Sure, he always looked effortless but it was as if he didn’t even need to move his legs.

That was when you felt it. Amongst the tingling sensation of his silky attire wafting around your legs, something strong and scaly brushed against your calf. You of course saw the tail earlier but it was just a costume, surely it shouldn’t be this functional… or this long.

“You seem rather speechless, what is the matter?” Spinning you around as you came to a stop, his chest pressed against your back, your hand still in his grasp. His voice was low as his lips rested near your ear, the vibrations of his voice travelling down your spine. “Imagine my surprise when I found out I had turned into the very thing I was masquerading as this entire evening.”

“W-What?” You stuttered, trying to wrap your head around this new piece of information as Barbatos’s lips attached themselves to the skin behind your ear. “You turned into a dragon? How?”

“Because of you, my dear. Or rather, because of those chocolates you brought. An accident perhaps,” he muttered as his mouth travelled down the side of your neck and lavished the juncture where your neck met your shoulder with attention. “Or perhaps you knew full-well of the effects it had and it was a deliberate move on your part? No matter what is the case, are you ready to face the consequences of the situation you have put me in?”

“The consequences?” You airily asked, focusing on keeping your thoughts in line as Barbatos leaned over you and started trailing kisses all over your jaw. The hand that was on your waist all this time had moved to hold the other side of your face, angling your head the way he pleased. This dominant side of Barbatos made you thank the stars that your knees couldn’t buckle as you melted into his hold.

“Looking at you, I’m certain you are already aware,” the demon said, though he still pressed his hips into your backside for emphasis. The feeling of the big bulge straining against his clothes had you stifling a moan by biting your bottom lip. “If I may be so bold to read your reaction, you want this too, do you not? If not, you should voice it now as I can feel my self-restraint slipping.”

There was no denying it, you had been dreaming of having Barbatos like this since you had gotten to know him. Something about the butler had captivated you and your interest had only grown the more time you spent around him. And though you would never admit it, the image of his skilled fingers doing other things than preparing tea had filled your mind on more nights than one. Even if he wasn’t completely himself right now, you would not be idiotic enough to pass up this chance.

“Barbatos, please,” you all but whimpered, trying to grind your hips back against him in the water, your fingers grazing over the fin on his ear as you reached back for him. His groan sounded like music to your ears and you could feel the arousal starting to pool below your navel. 

“What are you pleading for, my dear?” Barbatos whispered, his lips almost brushing yours now as he pulled you even closer to him. “What are you thinking of? Tell me, so I can make it become reality.”

“Please touch me, Barbatos,” you begged, aware how needy you sounded when he hadn’t even done anything yet. “I need you to.”

“As you wish,” he approved before slotting his lips against yours. They were slippery from the water but still pillowy-soft and soon you were humming against them. As if to swallow your noises, Barbatos parted his mouth and you felt a split tongue flick against the seam of your lips.

You easily granted him access, allowing him to tangle his tongue with yours but you had underestimated his transformation, which granted him an inhumanly long appendage to map your mouth out with. Occasionally, your tongue would bump into the tip of one of his fangs and it sent a shiver down your spine. When you parted to allow oxygen back into your lungs, rather than water, it was your shared saliva coating his lips and connecting you both by a string.

“So soft and obedient…” Babatos groaned as he nipped at your shoulder, sharp fangs grazing the skin but not breaking it. Turning you to face him, he encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist as he moved you through the pool again. “No wonder demons fall for humans’ temptations so easily. You make it incredibly difficult to control myself.”

Shortly thereafter, the edge of the pool dug into your back as your demon started working on freeing your body from your costume. Uncharacteristically enough, instead of meticulously peeling you out of it, the loud sound of ripped fabric could be heard over the rippling water. Whatever was left of your clothes was carelessly tossed somewhere onto the floor, Barbatos too busy licking and sucking all over your collarbones and chest to care.

As you were stripped bare piece by piece for his eyes to drink up, you rolled your head back when his tongue literally wrapped around one of your pebbled nipples, making you gasp. Threading your hand into his teal locks, you gave them a harsh tug when his mouth closed fully around your areola, no doubt leaving a red ring of imprints around it. To keep you steady as your back arched into his touch, you felt pinpricks of his claws digging into your hips, the pain making you moan out in lust. 

Seemingly drawn in by the noise and determined to coax more of them from you, Barbatos connected your lips again in an open mouthed kiss that felt filthier than the first one as he crowded you against the edge of the pool, pressing his hips into your swivelling ones. The more he kissed you the foggier your mind became, slick starting to ruin your underwear which was clinging to your folds. It also loosened your inhibitions, having you moan freely and making you beg without shame as long as he touched you.

“You are truly magnificent,” he whispered as if it was something only deemed fit for your ears to hear. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his wandering fingers, claws grazing your skin as light as feathers, the ghost of his touch spreading across your entire body. “The finest works of art do not compare to you. It’s my deepest pleasure to have you all to myself and leave my mark on your beauty.”

“More, please, more,” you whimpered and Barbatos would be a fool not to give you exactly what you wanted when you were giving yourself to him so freely.

“Such a good human, already begging me so sweetly,” he crooned against your temple, water droplets from his hair landing on your feverish skin. With a quick swipe of his claws, the restricting fabric of your bottoms and underwear fell away and you sighed at the cool sensation of the water enveloping your heat. “Anything for you.”

You felt weightless as Barbatos lifted you out of the water to settle you on the edge, then swam closer to take his rightful place between your legs. Even if you wanted to close them out of embarrassment, you couldn’t, not with his strong, webbed hands keeping you spread wide open for him as his nails dimpled the fat of your thighs. To steady yourself and avoid keeling over, your fingers found their way back into his hair, this time grabbing hold of the base of his horn.

The tips of his tongue flicked around the inside of your thighs, gradually wandering closer to where you wanted him most but in your opinion he was needlessly drawing it out. By now, your muscles were twitching in need at his sweet torture and your fingers tightened around his horn. In return, a sharp nip into the inside of your thigh jerked your hips and heat shot through your veins.

“Patience, my dear,” he reprimanded, eyes sharp as he looked up at you. You could see his tail flick behind him, the fin and tapered tip breaking the surface of the water every now and then. “I need to prepare you well for what’s to come or you’ll struggle to take all of me.”

In response, you clenched around nothing, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the dragon in front of you. His eyes attentively tracked the way your slick gathered on his fingers as he carefully ran a digit through your slit, careful not to nick you with his claws. Your entire being seized up when he put pressure on your neglected clit which only started pulsing more intensely under his treatment.

The tongue you had grown to love slipped past his lips and lapped your arousal from his own digits making him sigh. “You already smelled delicious but you taste so much more exquisite. I have to get a proper taste if you offer something so sweet to me.”

Just from watching him, an embarrassing amount of slick had started to soil the tiles you were sitting on and you couldn’t remember ever being this worked up before. So it felt like heaven when Barbatos’s tongue finally came into contact with the sensitive skin around your core. For a moment you thought he’d tease you further but he decided to be merciful and drag the appendage through the length of your slit, the tip pressing down on your clit after the delightful reaction you had shown him earlier.

If you thought the butler was already skilled with his fingers you had severely underestimated his oral capabilities. When he’d drenched your core in his spit to his satisfaction, your folds even more susceptible to his every touch now, he wasted no more time diving into your heat.

“Barbatos!” Your gasp of his name echoed around the otherwise empty pool area and you gripped the tiled edge for dear life. The length of his flexible tongue allowed him to easily map out your body and find every last sensitive spot of your velvety walls. “So good! Don’t stop, please!”

Spurred on by your praise, one hand reached up to circle your clit, the movement fast and precise and you simultaneously pushed your hips forward and his head closer to you. Peering down through your lashes with half-lidded eyes, you saw that his striking eyes were already on your face and the sight of him between your legs, his clothing fanned out around him and his scales shimmering under the surface, was almost enough to push you over the edge.

By now, your entire being was so sensitive, the faintest of movements had you twitching and clamping down on his tongue. You didn’t know what was up with you and you didn’t think about it further, the only thought in your head being how much you wanted to cum. 

“You’re almost there aren’t you?” He gently coaxed and was satisfied by the melody of your broken moans mixed with syllables of his name dripping from your lips like the sweetest of nectars. Barely parting from you to speak, his hot breath fanned your lower lips as the pads of his fingers continued the assault on your clit. “Be a good human and show me how well you can cream all over my tongue. I know you want to, so go ahead and give me all of you.”

As if your body had only waited for his approval, you did as you were told and came with a high-pitched moan of his name. Without realising it, you were white-knuckling both the tiles and Barbatos’s hair as pleasure coursed through your veins and pulled you under the waves of ecstasy. Said demon didn’t seem to mind though, instead just diligently keeping up the sinful caress of his fingers until you were trembling in overstimulation like a leaf on a lake. 

When you pushed him away from you, his hands settled on the curve of your hips and gently lifted you back into the water with him, carrying your entire weight as you rested against his chest, relaxing into the hypnotic sensation of his hands wandering all over you and massaging your tired thighs.

“As much as I’d love to let you rest, I’m afraid we are far from done,” he whispered, lovingly kissing the crown of your head, actions betraying his words. The hands that had lovingly taken care of you, wandered to your butt and kneaded the flesh there, all the while grinding his hard erection against you. “This was just the beginning of the pleasure I can show you, after all.”

Finally discarding his clothing as well, he revealed his flawless skin which shined like silver in the moonlight. You slung your arms around his neck as Barbatos curled his heavy tail around your middle, keeping you flush against him so he could grind his hard cock against your soaked folds and coat himself in your release. And suddenly you understood why his bulge had felt so big against you earlier.

Instead of one, two heads kept bumping into your clit.

“Barbatos, I don’t think I can–”

Before you could finish your sentence, your doubts were silenced by his lips on yours and slowly the fear of pain was replaced by the anticipation of a delicious stretch and the feeling of being fuller than you’ve ever felt. 

“Don’t worry, my love,” Barbatos spoke through the mist clouding your brain as he hiked you higher on his waist and wrapped your legs around him, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure you’ll take all of me and that you’ll beg for it.”

You squeezed his hips between your thighs as you sighed into the crook of his neck. “Who knew that you had such a dirty mouth on you under that prim and proper façade?” 

“It is hardly a façade, merely the proper etiquette expected of me by my position.” The end of his sentence already trailed off into a groan as the mushroom head of his bottom cock breached the tight ring of muscles with ease, the stretch facilitated by how worked up you were. Though, the foreign oversensitivity you were experiencing on this night had you clenching hard around him and enveloping every prominent vein. “Under these circumstances, however, it is natural I’ve been released from my royal duties. So right now I’m just the demon Barbatos.”

“You’re always you to me,” you whimpered through the pressure building in your abdomen. “Never just a position, always yourself.”

“No, if I were myself around you,” he bottomed out slowly as you panted against his collarbones while trying to get used to his girth, “I would have given into my urges and made you mine already; would have had you writhing underneath me far earlier than it would be appropriate.”

At his confession, fiery passion blazed through your nerves as you remembered how often you had fantasised about him on quiet nights. To find out he felt the same way made you crave him more, your hand clawing at his shoulder as you did your best to swivel your hips even if all your muscles seemingly turned to jelly with him filling you so deliciously. 

“And I would have let you,” your own admittance was quiet against the heartbeat pulsing in your ears but Barbatos heard you clearly. The sound he let out was the most animalistic yet, barely human anymore and it shot straight between your legs. “Move and– And you can have me any way you want now…”

“All this time spent in the Devildom and you still don’t know when you’re getting yourself in trouble,” Barbatos’s jaw clenched as he slowly pulled out of you, making you feel every vein and ridge against your walls, until only his tip remained inside of you. Then, without warning, he thrust as deep as he could, pulling you back down simultaneously. “You need to watch what you’re saying to a demon such as myself.”

The slow pace he set at the beginning was quickly abandoned in favour of pounding into you, almost using you like a toy with how easily he moved you up and down on him to meet his thrusts. Nevertheless, he never lost his ability to hit your most pleasurable spots dead on, not that he could really miss them with his girth. 

Vaguely, you registered his tail winding around you but you didn’t realise his intentions until something scaly was catching some of your arousal before poking your other hole, making you gasp out his name. Then, his mouth was on yours again and it became harder to hold on to lucidity the more you swallowed around his tongue, your speech becoming even more incoherently slurred as pure lust swirled in your belly.

“It’ll be alright, you can take it. You just need to relax for me,” Barbatos whispered. At this point you didn’t think you had control over your body anymore, instead having your strings pulled by the demon whose arms you were held in. His tail wriggled in further and further, through the thrusts that hadn’t ceased alone, and the pressure against your walls from both sides wound the knot in your stomach impossibly tighter. “There we go, you’re taking it so well. Almost as if you were made for me.”

Somewhere in your mind, you agreed. With the way he was moulding your insides to the shape of his dick you were positive he was currently ruining you for any other man. As your head rolled to the side, you barred the expanse of your neck to him and Barbatos gladly took the invitation to leave more evidence of this night behind, every kiss and lick searing hot against your already feaverish skin.

Just when you thought the pleasure would finally drive you to insanity, Barbatos angled his hips in a particular way and struck gold by having his second dick apply pressure on your clit, immediately drowning you in another orgasm that left you gasping for air. The day after, there’d be vicious red marks decorating his back but neither of you cared right now as you spasmed in his arms, your muscles no longer listening to you. 

Vision hazy, you barely registered the texture of the tiles underneath your torso until your cheek squished against them. Your legs were still submerged as Barbatos repositioned himself behind you. Spreading your ass with his webbed hands, he watched as your glistening holes twitched against the newfound emptiness before he gave you what you were missing.

“I can’t believe you’re still so tight,” he groaned, cursing under his breath as he lined up both of his cocks and bottomed out until his balls slapped against your clit in one smooth trust. The upper one of his dicks wasn’t quite as girthy but still filled you up deliciously until you couldn’t anymore if the stars you were seeing were the real ones behind the window. 

“You look so beautiful, all splayed out for me. And I’m certain you’ll look even more enchanting carrying my clutch,” Barbatos panted, the strain from fucking your brain out finally getting to him as well. “Such a waste that they won’t take like this. You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? To carry my eggs around? Oh dear, I can feel you clamping down on me… We’ll leave that for next time, I suppose.”

Only half of what he was saying was registering in your mind but the low, rich timbre of his voice had your own moans rising in cadence and pitch, creating the most sinful symphony. The rhythm of his hips, however, started to falter as the pulsing of your warm walls coaxed him to the peak as well.

Your breasts rubbed against the cold tiles with every thrust, the difference in texture and temperature adding to the stimulation. Despite not being able to see it, you could hear the splash of his tail behind him followed by stray water drops landing on your back. Snaking his hand between your legs, you guessed he truly tried to drive you mad with pleasure as he leaned over you with stuttering hips.

“Barbatos–,” you downright sobbed in warning, “I’m so close.”

“I’m almost there too, just keep sucking me in like this… That’s a good darling,” he groaned out before his fangs sunk into your shoulder.

If you thought you felt full before, you weren’t prepared for the sensation of the first egg being pushed inside of you. You could feel the bottom shaft swell with the oval shape as your muscles stretched further to accommodate for the size. It reminded you of the first time his tip had spread you open, only ten times as intense.

Just when the first one slipped through your tight opening, you came. Hard. And it wouldn’t stop, prolonged by several more of his eggs nestling inside of you. At the same time, your other hole was stuffed to the brim with hot strings of white, leaving you to feel completely stuffed. 

By the time Barbatos pulled out of you, you were still left gasping for air, dripping cum and slick and trembling against the edge of the pool. After admiring the sight in front of him for a little longer, he gently pulled you back against him, letting himself drift backwards in the water. With your back resting against his chest, it was easy for Barbatos to knead the knots out of your sore thighs, hands wandering to stroke over your belly every now and then. Lovingly, he kissed the top of your head as you clung to lucidity, his tail curling around the length of one of your legs. 

“You did so well for me,” he reassured you, stroking along your arms. “And do not fret about the eggs. Since they won’t take like this, they’ll just come back out. Of course, I’ll be there to help you through it. Though I was quite right, you look positively enthralling carrying my clutch.”

“Well, getting to this point felt amazing as well, though I doubt I’ll be moving a single muscle tomorrow,” you admitted, making a chuckle rumble in his chest. Sighing as you shifted in his hold you added, “Guess I’m not so upset I accidentally fed you some magic chocolate if it gave you two dicks. I’ll still get Asmo for it though.”

“Please do.” You could hear the smile in his voice as his fingers traced your body. “Though I must correct you: It was not the transformation that gave me this anatomy.”

“Wait, you always–”, you gulped.

“Naturally. However else could I have promised you to breed you properly in the future?” The teasing tone hiding behind his polite demeanour and closed-eyed- smile did not go unnoticed by you. “That is, of course, if you are willing to help me understand the human body even better.”

“I- I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you answered bashfully.

“Splendid. Now then, given the nature of the candies I suppose the effect should wear off when Halloween night ends,” Barbatos cleared your next question before you even posed it. “Judging by how high the moon still stands, it appears we still have plenty of time.

“Perhaps we should test your stamina next while we see how many clutches you can carry?”

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[dethronetheveil]

Like a Villain | Part Three

Pairing: Noah x OC (Christie/Chris)

Warnings: mention of m*rder, cursing, making out, mentions of mental illness, going missing

Synopsis: Part Three- Chris tries to find out if Noah is okay, and it turns out Noah had the same idea. The two spend some more up close and personal time together. That is, until Noah goes ghost.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tag List: @ladyveronikawrites , @catj422 , @asilentsiren [lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part!]

I sprung up out of bed and allowed my body to carry me to the front door of my apartment. It was as if I were in a dream-like state, because my mind was not processing a single thing that was happening, but my body was carrying me forward. Before I could even slip on shoes, my hand was reaching for the handle of the door, and I was shaken out of my state of comatose, when Noah was standing at my front door, half-dressed and sleepy-eyed. My body seemed to stumble into his arms, as I haphazardly hugged him.

“Oh my God, Noah, I thought it was you. I don’t know why that was my first thought, I was just worried, and I got up the moment I saw the notification, and-” my mouth was racing my brain and unfortunately my brain was losing. That was until Noah wrapped his long arm around my back and began to trace random shapes onto my shirt with his fingers. I could tell he just wanted me to shut up, but he was too nice to say that to my face. His method worked, and I no longer felt like talking. I just wanted to stand here, warmed by his embrace. But, my brain finally caught up to everything, and this caused me to take a step back, disconnecting our bodies.

“Wait, why were you already at my door?”

Noah dropped his arms, almost as if he had been defeated, “I-I came to check on you. I think I had the same thought as you… you can never be too careful.”

“Well, I’m okay. D-did they figure out who was… killed?”

Noah just shook his head and looked down. I could tell that his hands were shaking, and this was the first time I realized these murders must be getting to him just as much as they were getting to me. I gently placed one of my hands on top of his, and his shaking slowed to a stop. He raised his head slightly and just grinned. I knew this was his way of telling me, ‘thank you.’

We stood like this for a few seconds and then Noah pulled his hands away with a short cough, “Um, well, now that I know you’re safe I should probably-” he pointed behind him with his thumb and began to stumble backwards.

“Uh, Noah?”

“Yea?”

“I-I know we haven’t known each other long, and this might come off as a little weird, but, um…” I didn’t know what was about to come out of my mouth. I think my lips just started to move and I didn’t have enough time to stop them, “Um, could you stay with me tonight?”

I placed my hands on my hips, immediately wanting to take back what I had said. What the fuck was I thinking? We had just met and now I probably just freaked him out. I don’t know if I had asked him to stay over because I was genuinely scared of the murders or if I just wanted an excuse to lie with him. Maybe both? But, this was not the time. As I was internally cursing myself out, Noah let out a soft chuckle, “Are you scared of the boogeyman?”

I couldn’t help but blush. I felt like I was back in middle school, flirting with my crush, but this time I was inviting someone in my home to sleep in my bed. It was a little different, I’d say. “Well, if the boogeyman is gonna take me out, then yea, I’m a little paranoid.”

“Damn, I didn’t realize the boogeyman was taking you out too.”

I knew exactly the joke Noah was making, and in the spirit of feeling like I was back in middle school, I playfully hit his arm, but I couldn’t help but laugh, “Yea, seems like you’ve got some competition.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not scared.”

My laughter was still echoing through the courtyard, and I finally took a deep breath to quiet myself. Noah and I stood there just looking at each other for what seemed like forever, before I started rocking back and forth on my heels, “Soo?”

“Oh yea, I forgot. Sure. I’ll stay with you. Wouldn’t want the boogeyman to get you.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but secretly I was gushing inside. It felt like my limbs were on fire, especially when I grabbed his hand in mine and pulled him through my front door into my apartment.

He took a moment to look around, “Ah, so this is what it’s like to come through the front door of this place.”

I laughed. I forgot just a few short hours ago, Noah had snuck through my window and scared the shit out of me, and now I am inviting him into my bed. This seemed like a bad idea, but again, something about him made me trust him. He was a comforting presence to be around, and he seemed like he knew how to cuddle.

I started walking to my room, and he obediently followed. I flipped my light on and sat on the edge of my bed. I watched as he picked up every small trinket I owned and inspected it, like it was some great wonder of the world. He didn’t ask any questions about the items, but maybe he just wanted to speculate and keep whatever ideas he had about them as that. Just speculations. He finally placed the last trinket down on my dresser and took a deep breath. On his release, he took a step towards me and looked right at me.

“So, do you want me to sleep on the floor?”

A wave of disappointment washed through me. Of course he would want to sleep on the floor. It would be weird of him not to ask. We had just met. He probably thought I was crazy. “If you want to,” I tried to answer as enthusiastically as possible, so he couldn’t sense what I was truly feeling.

“D-did you have another idea?”

I could feel my cheeks turning red once again, “No, no. I just-”

“I can sleep in the bed with you. If that’s what you want, Chris.”

Despite my better judgment, I just nodded and patted the mattress next to me, signaling for him to come sit next to me. He knew immediately what I meant and he just smiled and sat next to me. I could tell we were both nervous, even though just hours ago we had kissed for the first time. That didn’t mean we were automatically ready to jump each other’s bones though. Not that I thought that that’s what would happen. Noah was looking down at his lap, and I couldn’t help but look over at the clock on my bedside table. It was already 1am, but it honestly wasn’t as late as I had expected it to be.

“Should we try and get some rest,” I asked.

“Yea, yea. That would probably be good.”

I just nodded and turned my bedside lamp on and stood up to turn the overhead light off. I walked back to the bed and Noah was already under the covers, but because he was so tall, his feet were sticking out of the end of the covers and over the mattress. I couldn’t help but laugh at this image. He was like a giant, but he already agreed to sleep here. I could tell he was rethinking this decision.

“Comfy?” I asked through laughs.

“Oh, I bet you’re loving this.”

“Oh, I very much am. You should see yourself.”

“Oh yea?” He jumped up from the bed and grabbed me at the waist. It all happened in one swift motion and I felt myself gasp as he grabbed me off my feet. I scream-giggled as he gently threw me on the bed. He held himself up over me and I could tell he was breathing hard from all of that commotion.

“Don’t tell me I was that heavy.”

“Oh, shut up, Chris.”

“Hmm, I don't think I wi-”

Before I could finish, Noah’s lips were already pressed against mine. He was still holding himself up over me and I wanted him closer. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of me. The kisses started slow and methodical and became messier and rougher as time passed. Our lips always found one another, no matter how sloppy our kisses got.

After a few minutes of this, I wrapped my legs around his back. I wanted to feel every inch of him against me. He felt safe and warm. I could tell this drove him crazy, because he disconnected his lips from mine and began placing sloppy kisses against my neck. My breathing became heavier as my hands made their way up into his hair. My fingers nestled in his scalp, and every time his lips touched my skin, my fingers pulled against the strands of his hair. This caused Noah to begin to suck against the skin of my collar bone. I let out soft sighs, causing his lips to explore down the front of my chest, all the way to my torso. My body was on fire, and it felt like there were 1000 bees buzzing beneath my skin. The feeling of exhaustion and arousal mixed together to create a feeling of bliss.

Noah made his way back up to my mouth and continued to kiss me as though he were never going to have the chance to kiss me again. It felt so good to be able to kiss him again. I had been thinking about our kiss since it had ended. I couldn’t stop thinking about his lips against mine. Noah snapped me out of my daze by removing his lips from mine. I couldn’t help but pout a bit. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Noah just chuckled.

“C’mon, don’t look so sad.”

“Well, you stopped kissing me, so…”

Noah placed a soft kiss against my forehead and smiled, “There you go.”

“Thank you,” I chuckled softly.

“I have wanted to do that since I first saw you,” Noah said.”

“What? Kiss my forehead?”

“No, no. Everything else,” he chuckled and shook his head. He then yawned and looked over at my clock, “But, it is 2:12 in the morning and I did come over so we could sleep, so we should probably do that.”

I sighed with a tinge of annoyance, “Okay, you’re probably right.”

“I always am,” he smiled and wrapped himself in the covers.

“Hey! You can’t take all the covers for yourself,” I laughed.

“Then come and get under them with me.”

“You’re cheeky,” I replied, but got under the covers with him anyway. I curled up against him and already started getting more tired as we lay next to each other.

“Good night, Chris,” he said with a yawn.

I leaned over and turned the lamp off, “Good night, Noah.”

***

I woke up that morning from the sun peaking through the curtains of my room. I rubbed my eyes and felt around my bed, expecting Noah to still be laying there. He was gone. My heart dropped to my stomach. Why did he leave? Did I freak him out? Or was it something worse? I crawled out of bed and paced around my room for a beat to try and calm myself and get my thoughts in order. He probably just had to leave early because he had work or something going on. I made myself believe that was the case, otherwise, I was going to freak myself out too much. And, it wouldn’t hurt to text him and see why he had to leave so early.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I texted Noah ‘Hey, hope everything’s okay. Why’d you leave so early?’ I hit send and threw my phone onto my bed. I didn’t want to look and see if there would be a notification. Sending texts like that always stressed me out. I always thought they would freak people out. Maybe I was just too in my own head. I picked my phone back up, and there was nothing yet. But, it was still early. I had to give it time. I walked out of my room, phone in hand and started making myself breakfast. Maybe he would reply by the time I was done. I was wrong. He still hadn’t texted back, but it still hadn’t been that long since I had sent the text. I just had to keep going on with my day. Keep myself distracted. I wasn’t going to let this get to me.

After about four hours, Noah still hadn’t texted me back and I was beginning to worry. Maybe I did scare him off. My mind began to wander and overanalyze everything I did in the past day that he could have considered weird or off-putting. My mind decided that it could have been anything I did, and this was driving me crazy. I needed answers, so I decided to text him again. ‘Hey, Noah. Did I do anything?’

I sent this and really did not look at my phone this time. I didn’t look at it until the next morning. Still no reply. Something was seriously wrong. Now I was actually worried.

***

It had been a week and five unread texts later and Noah was still nowhere to be seen, or heard from, or literally anything. It was like the dude had fallen off the edge of the world. But, the murders didn’t stop, and neither did my stress. I thought of him every day. Every time there was a new murder, I was expecting it to be his face that showed up as the next victim. I could not handle this.

I had to sleep alone again, but there wasn’t much sleeping being done. I had called out of work for days at a time, just because my anxiety was so debilitating. This was insane. I had never obsessed over a guy like this. But, it could also be because every day I didn’t know if he was dead or alive.

This continued for days on end, until one day, I was taking a walk around the courtyard and I felt a buzz in my jacket pocket. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but my first thought was ‘What if this is Noah?’ I decided to let it wait. If it was Noah, he didn’t deserve my immediate reply anyway. And if it wasn’t Noah, then it would just set me off again. I waited a couple of minutes, not noticing that I was walking in a circle around the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, and I finally dug my phone out of my pocket.

The text was from a number I did not recognize, so my heart immediately dropped. It wasn’t Noah. I read the text anyway, because I was already looking at my phone. But, the text was not what I expected. It read, ‘Chris. It’s Noah. Come to my apartment.’

[ladylooch]

Hiiii! 👀

Could you write about T&Em first time after one of the babies? The 6 weeks of waiting must have been crazy! Ily 😘

-💜

A/N: First I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! Okay, now I can focus on writing this… I am using after Emma gave birth to Liv here. Because I feel with the twins they waited longer than 6 weeks and Emma had a “get the fuck away from me” mindset ☠️🤣

“How are you feeling?” Emma’s doctor asks as she is washing her hands in the sink.

“Great.” Emma responds cheerily. She truly is feeling well, which made the 6 week rule feel harder than she remembered it being with Lio. 

“And Livia is good?” 

“Yes! We are thinking of keeping her.” Emma jokes. 

“Ha! Good! How is Lio? You can lay down.” She says as she comes to her stool. 

“He’s… adjusting? Not quite used to sharing our attention.” Emma admits as she lays back. After two babies and countless doctors, nurses, and med students looking at her giving birth, having her feet in stirrups no longer phases her. 

“All normal. How is Timo? Boys are playing well.”

“Very well. We are looking forward to playoffs.” 

“Great! Well…” She pauses. “I am going to give you the green light here. Everything looks good. You’re feeling good. You have your birth control going?”

“Popping them like mints.” Emma chuckles. 

“I can’t remember, did you want to do an IUD again?”

“Um, I don’t think so. We are going to try to stick with the pill for now. Having a different brand and dosage makes me comfortable with going back after Lio.”

“Okay. Well if you change your mind, give us a call. Have a great day. Thanks for the pictures of Livia!” 

Emma quickly hustles to change back into her work outfit. She has an hour to get 16 blocks, but she isn’t quite sure if that’s going to cut it. She stuffs her heels in her bag as she walks out of the clinic, opting instead for her sneakers. On her way to the event center, she sends Timo a quick text.

You may pass go tonight.

Her husband’s internal response? Fuck waiting until tonight.

- - - 

Emma is hustling up to her office to go answer some emails she had been reading through on her phone. The event downstairs is going well and the assistant event planner had everything covered in the main space, leaving Emma to focus on the next event happening this weekend. Emma pushes the door open to the office suite, then heads to the water cooler to refill her water bottle. She takes a big chug, then almost chokes at the shadow of someone in her office. 

But she has nothing to worry about. Leaning against her desk is Timo Meier. He’s in one of his game day suits, his bare ankles crossed together, hands stuffed into the pockets of his blue, pinstripe suit. 

“Ah… hi.” Emma is breathless in the doorway. She glances over to where her window shades are drawn, looking out into the rest of the office. They are normally open. “What’s up? Are the babies okay?”

“They are.” Timo murmurs, not moving from where he is. 

“Timo.” Emma begins to shake her head. “We can’t.”

“Sh.” He cuts her off briskly. “Shut the door.” He tosses two finger in a backwards motion. She doesn’t move. Timo sighs, standing up, walking towards her. He towers over her as he reaches beyond her, putting his hand on the side of the door. “If you seriously don’t want to do this, you can walk out this door right now. No questions asked.” It’s the way he allows her to make a dash for it that has Emma’s inner muscles clenching.

“If I stay?”

“We are going to fuck the pictures off your desk again.” Emma moans, pushing Timo’s chest to knock him back towards the point of discussion. Timo startles back, blue eyes going wide with excited surprise. “That’s my girl.” He catches her as she leaps towards him. He hoists her up on his chest, bringing a hand to her ass to hold her up. “Finally going to give you a proper thank you for my perfect, baby girl.”

“I shouldn’t like that sentence.”

“Yeah you should. You’ve been so good to me. Now I’m going to be good to you.”

Emma can’t help but whimper as he sets her down on her desk. He sits on her office chair. Heavy inhales have her lips quivering as Timo runs his finger tips up her thighs.

“Can I taste you?” Emma nods earnestly. “Nipples?” 

“No.”

“How deep?”

“We will play it be ear.”

“Okay.” His fingers dart under her skirt, hooking around her panties and pulling them off. They’re red, a bit see through but a distinct, wet trail has dampened the fabric. Timo grins.

“You know I was coming?”

“I figured.” She admits, working her way back to rest her weight on the heels of her hands behind her. She brings her leg up to his shoulder, then hooks her ankle around the back of his head to bring him closer to her core. He laughs wickedly, then dives tongue first into her heat. 

Every stoke of Timo’s tongue against her folds has Emma trembling against the glass top of her desk. His big hands come round her hips, pulling her by her ass to his mouth. His tongue works and slurps her clit, like it’s a dripping ice cream cone he wants every drop of.

“Ohmygod.” Emma breathes out. The words shake in her mouth. “Yes. More.” She begs. He adds a suction to his mouth. “Oh yep, right there.” She nods frantically, reaching for his hair and holding him to her. “Don’t stop. Please Baby. Oh… my… Yes!” She squeaks out a needy whine as she comes on his face. 

Her orgasm washes over her folds, dampening her more until Timo isn’t sure what is from her or his mouth. He kisses her clit, causing her to jolt. He stands from the chair, kicking it back and out of the way as he reaches for his belt. He pops it open, staring down at Emma’s drunk daze with hot, burning desire. He is going to have to restrain himself from fucking her hard. 

“Tell me how to take you.” He drags a thick digit through her soaked folds, adoring the way she pushes into him. She’s ready again. 

“From behind.” He nods, then gently glides his middle finger into her entrance. She moans, fluttering around the appendage, desperate for more. “Babe, help me up.” He takes her hands, satisfied with how wobbly she stands on her heels. He steadies her, hands at her hips, then turns them. He presses down on her back, falling in love with her again as she looks back at him over her shoulder. 

He works himself out of his pants, giving two pumps of his shaft, squeezing the tip too as he folds her skirt up her back. He puts a guiding hand on her ass, then the other at the bottom of his shaft.

“Are you on the pill?” He asks, pausing at her entrance. He is pretty sure he saw her take it this morning.

“Yes.” She is croaky. Just how he likes her. 

He puts the tip of his dick against her, practically falling over at how good her wet pussy feels around his cock. 

“Mmm.” He moans profoundly as he pushes in. He removes his hand from his shaft, gripping her other hip to pull her completely down on him. Emma turns to jello against the desk. She has a sharp inhale of breath. “Okay?” He pauses.

“Move, T. I’m begging. Will do anything for you to fuck me harder. Please.” Timo’s eyes widen, then his balls tighten at her needy pleads. 

“Anything?” He teases, easing out, then pressing back in. Her moan is louder this time. “Will you scream my name when you cum?” He asks her. She nods, reaching back around to grip his bare ass with her hand. She digs her red fingernails into his thick cheek, encouraging him deeper. He picks a consistent tempo, but three strokes in, he knows he’s not going to last much longer. She feels too good and begs him for more with each thrust. Fuck holding back, she’s okay. Off he goes. Timo’s balls slap hard against Emma’s folds as he rails into her. She puts more pressure into her finger nails.

“Oh…..” She grits her teeth. “Timo, fuck.” She wails. Goosebumps protrude out of her skin, puckering her nipples in her bra as he takes her hard and deep. He slaps her ass firmly, leaving a stinging behind as that pushes her over the edge. Emma comes hard around Timo. He coughs at her fluttering then releases his load inside her dripping heat. 

“Oh my god.” Timo moans as he finishes. “Perfect. Your pussy is perfect, baby.” He assures her. 

Timo puts himself back into his underwear. He redoes his belt as Emma takes a chance to recover. Her pictures are strewn about the office again, making her purse her lips against a laugh. She feels Timo crouch behind her. He lifts one Louboutin pump, then the other, dragging her panties back into place. Then, he pulls her skirt back down, giving her ass a greedy grope. 

“Good as new.” He hauls her up flush against his chest. She melts into him for a moment. “See you at home for round two?” He trails his finger tips up her stomach, resting beneath her breasts.

“Mhm.”

“Have a good event, baby.” He kisses her throat, dragging his teeth over until he leaves a mark. Good thing Emma has make up in her bag. Although, she thinks that may have been her husband’s point. 

Once Emma is steady on her feet, Timo walks to the door, opening and turning to toss her a kiss before he disappears completely. 

“I love you, Mrs. Meier!” He calls out to her as he leaves her office suite. 

Emma giggles, then gets started on putting everything back together, including herself.

[coldshrugs]

longing's favorite season 🔹 part two

pairing: io laithe / estinien varlineau rating: explicit word count: 2.5k additional entries: prologue 🔹 part 1 🔹 stable scene 🔹

Estinien's head swims with ale as they step off the swaying lift. It groans behind them, relieved of their weight, and begins its descent to the lower floors of the Congregation.

"Onward then?" His guest gives him a sly look. There is a suggestion—no, they left the realm of suggestion on their barstools in the Forgotten Knight—there is an invitation in his voice as he puts his hands on Estinien's chest and moves him backward, against a wooden support beam.

What was his name? V-something.

He drops a hand to Estinien's groin and cups him. He's rough. Estinien's head meets the wall behind him, and he barely gives a fuck what his name is. Gods, it's been a long time since he's felt a touch like this. "And upward, hm?"

Estinien licks his lips, takes the hands roaming his body and spins the man whose name he swears he knows so that he is the one against the wall. Estinien pins his wrists over his head and the stranger's hips shoot forward, grazing his. It feels like a lifetime since another's arousal has pressed against him so blatantly, the bloodrush of need held right to the place his own should be, and all he can manage is a growing knot in the pit of his stomach.

This is new... Inadequacy where desire should be. And still, he's come this far. He wills his body to react, to stiffen. To show some physical sign of his intentions.

He can want this.

"Quiet. My quarters are at the end of the hallway."

He nods through the low light, looking up at Estinien with dark, dilated eyes and pretty, expectant lips (it is then another set of lips flash in his mind–more full, more beautiful than the ones in front of him—too fast to place them, but the uncommon urge to graze them with his own lips floods his senses…). All of him is pretty, really. His short pointed ears, giving away more than a passing trace of Hyur ancestry. His ocher skin dusted with little moles. The thick, dark lashes that frame his eyes in a way that is almost familiar...

A stray spark catches and there is hope of a fire yet. Yes, he wants this.

Estinien releases him and leads him down the dark corridor, fumbling with the key when they reach his door.

His pretty companion clicks his tongue. "If we manage to get inside, I hope you're more accurate in bed, Ser," he slurs, bending over to watch Estinien work the lock. The key finds its home and the lock clicks open. His grin spreads in slow triumph. "Lucky me. Looks like I'll find out after all."

They stumble inside and Estinien shoves the door closed. Some middling recruit has seen to his hearth and a few lanterns around the room. Everything else is how he left it: orderly, simple, comfortable enough for him and Cat, who must be prowling the tower halls.

The only abnormality in this scene is the ambitious seducer undressing by his bed, and even that was not so strange a year ago. Then, he often sought release, from pain, or anger, or grief, in the bodies of others. It was easy to lose himself in them for a few hours, and easier to bid them farewell. But tonight, he is… off.

Too much drink, perhaps.

"Remind me," Estinien says quietly. He strides slowly across the room as his guest removes his pants with a sensual twist of his hips. Estinien's eyes hang on his erection, so very aware of his own lack. "Your name is...?"

"Victorien Riemort," he smiles, freeing long, sand-colored hair. Hm. "I serve House Durendaire as a retainer. You may call me Vic, if it's easier to remember."

Victorien moves in front of him, skin glowing orange-gold in the firelight. He casts his eyes down, making quick work of the buttons on Estinien's shirt, and Estinien admires his lashes from this angle too.

"Vic," Estinien repeats, testing how it might stick in his mind. His eyes close. Firm hands explore his exposed chest, groping, admiring, and he swallows a coarse moan as his shirt falls to the floor.

Fingertips ghost across his left shoulder and Estinien sucks in a breath. Besides his chirurgeon, no one has touched the craters Nidhogg's eyes left in his skin. He wills himself not to flinch, to stay. Tells himself the violent, florid scars are not so different than any other wound earned during the Dragonsong War. He is not monstrous, or bizarre.

Just a man with a history more visible than most.

Vic offers no further touch to that particular expanse of skin, and the heat of his fingertips leaves entirely.

Estinien opens his eyes to find him looking at the scar. Not quite grimacing, more worried than that. Pitying, almost.

"Does it still hurt?" he asks, voice free of the flirtatious wit he's used all evening.

"No." He lifts Victorien's hand and places it on his chest. Somewhere neutral, where only the memories of common scrapes and cuts live. "Pay it no mind. And please, stop talking."

"If you say so." Vic slides both arms around his neck and presses his body close, closer. His mouth, set in a temptingly crooked smile, tilts toward Estinien's. He wanted to put his lips on something, on someone, did he not?

He turns his face away.

"Ah," Vic says, "one of those."

His head falls against Estinien's shoulder—the unmarred one—and the flicker of familiarity he felt in the corridor rushes back. Evening air and cold, wet stone. The dreary sky above him, and Io... Io in his arms, her head on his shoulder, her warmth washing over him as his arms wind under her cloak–around the body in front of him. There is heat on his neck, real heat.

Victorien.

His lips pass over sensitive skin, clumsy in their eagerness. Estinien steps out of his memory and back to the present, to the hand wandering down his chest, his stomach, into his trousers. Victorien does not delay, his stroke is immediate, urging Estinien to rise and meet him.

He lifts his lips to Estinien's ear. "It will not do for me to have the Azure Dragoon without his lance at the ready. If my hand does not please you, would you prefer my mouth?" His tongue slides up the blade of his ear, making his point clear as crystal.

If Io had turned her lips toward his neck, would they brush in the same way? Is he allowed to wonder? Her mouth is the one his addled mind seems set on conjuring, after all. His friend and comrade.

She knows him easily.

She knows him best.

How would she touch him? How would she want to be touched? Pieces of an image form in his mind, and another spark catches.

"Aye." Estinien's chest shakes as he reaches between them and unlaces his pants. Vic takes his wrist and leads him to the bed.

The mattress edge dips and he spreads his legs so Vic fits between them, on his knees.

Now is when he chooses to slow, to touch him with careful hands. His breath is hot as he closes in. Estinien closes his eyes and lets his head roll back. His hand settles on the nape of Victorien's neck, and if this someone who is not Io can manage to let him pretend, he can see this through.

He can appreciate the searing heat of another's tongue gliding over his most sensitive places, and soft lips moving to a rhythm that beckons his hips to follow. It doesn't have to be the pretty stranger he met in the tavern. It could be...

"Halone's fucking tits, you really are something when you relax." Vic's laugh rings high and clear in the space of his chamber, ruining any hope Estinien had of enjoying this facade. And this is the foolish beginning.

He looks down, and Victorien is gazing up at him, holding uncomfortably fond eye contact as he puts his hand, and then his mouth, back to work.

His eyes.

Estinien thought his eyes were darker... Not that he'd sought any certain feature, but lately, he's found himself inexplicably drawn to a specific shade of midnight. In the tavern, out on the street, and in the dark of the hallway, Victorien's eyes looked nearly black. Estinien was less sober in the tavern. Perhaps he saw what he wanted to see.

Here, in the lantern light, his head is clear, and Victorien's eyes, even blown wide with lust, are a bright, clear blue.

What he couldn't explain to himself before, what he has been failing to fight all night, what he already knows he wants… it washes over him all at once.

"Leave me," he says, "now." The words carry no threat, but the gravel in his voice does not invite debate.

Victorien's too-light eyes widen, and there is a small satisfaction in seeing him thrown off, but he ceases his task and sits back on his heels.

"You know," he begins, mouth held in a long, tight line and using Estinien's legs as leverage to stand straight. "You are not good at wearing a mask. A helmet, maybe, but not a mask."

He snatches his clothes from the floor and tosses them next to Estinien, redressing at his leisure. Estinien rolls his eyes and falls backward on the bed, half-dressed, half-hard, and willing this unfamiliar man to make haste as he stares at the ceiling.

But he must admit some curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"I was in front of you all night—my mistake, really, Ser Varlineau, and your loss—but you were looking at someone else. Looking for someone else. Your business is your own, but if the real thing enthralls you half as much as the shade you hoped to find in me, well... I only hope you let them know."

Estinien's brow pinches. What is there to tell?

Victorien becomes a barrage of sound and movement, his annoyance heightened by Estinien's skyward gaze—or so he assumes. Alberic and Aymeric tell him he is 'avoidant,' but most find him inordinately direct. Vic wrangles his boots on loudly, shaking the bed, and Estinien wishes either of them were anywhere else. When he has finished dressing, Victorien blazes a path for the chamber door, ensuring he is heard as he leaves. Estinien smirks as the door slams behind him—a small price to pay for the ire he stoked.

He is alone.

The fire crackles and pops, but all else is still. He fills his lungs, deeply, slowly, until tonight's humiliation begins to burn away. One thought rises to take its place:

A week or so ago. He is standing in the Jeweled Crozier, looking up at Io Laithe. The sun is in her squinting eyes as she turns to him, already smiling, and he doesn't dare move. Her breath hangs in the air around her, a hazy frame, and his own is stuck in his lungs. Had he truly missed her so much? Had he always been a parched field, and when did she become rain?

It occurs to him there are parts of himself still untouched, pieces unknown to even him. He met Io while consumed by vengeance, so singleminded that he hardly noticed how his edges smooth when she is near. But now...

For a moment, the news Aymeric had so casually delivered was untrue. How could he believe it, when for one frozen, flawless second, the whole of the star condenses to them on the stairs? His awareness shrinks to the space between them, where his sudden solace echoes from himself to her, and back. Io is just as relieved to see him.

Years of rigorous training, honing his body and steeling his mind for every eventuality, and none of it left Estinien prepared for this. For the sun in her eyes.

And now he must endure her bond to another—a backbreaking demand when he has refused to even think of it. Prayer has never suited him but, in his way, this denial is a small, selfish plea, to Halone who seems to favor him, to Nymeia who has ever scorned him, to whichever deity might hear it and reverse this wrongness—

But this is her reality, and his. 

He will accept it. When next he sees her, he will ask about her husband, a man he should like. He will ask about her life here. He will use her stupid fucking formal address if he must.

In the meantime, he closes his eyes and she is here.

Io's earnest beauty is matched by no one he's ever known—every inch of her dark and inviting, and her eyes most of all. In his mind's eye, she fits seamlessly among his things, few as they are, and makes herself comfortable in his space. She turns her gaze to him, on display at the edge of his bed. Fantasy and reality blend.

What would not budge for Victorien's very real touch, stirs impatiently at the simple thought of Io. 

Estinien shivers as his fingertips drift across his ribs, down his belly, and lower... until he brushes himself. He will finish what he started, what he longed for but could not admit. Light at first, matching how he thinks Io might test the feel of him, his reaction to her touch, and he does not bother to stifle the groan.

He sees her hands moving over his skin, her body moving against his. His hand tangles in his quilt as his own touch intensifies and pictures her graceful, needy. Guiding his hands to the places she wants to be touched. The choked little moans when she discovers a way to be closer, to take him deeper, to have more of him, as if he is not already hers entirely.

His stroke grows erratic, as does the touch he envisions. His hand (her hips) moving with furious determination, one goal in mind. His chest heaves.

His end is within reach.

The image shifts and he wonders at the taste of her skin. Salt and sweetness as his mouth roams her back, her belly, lingers at the slick center of her thighs. Imagines bringing her to the peak of bliss, her body trembling against his tongue. And when he crawls up to face her, she is smiling (as she was on those stairs) before her lips collide with his, softly, suddenly, and he would not turn away.

Estinien shatters, and so does the illusion he can painlessly bear this.

With a ragged gasp, he rises on an elbow, unconcerned with his mess; the vision of Io clings to his senses, and he is not yet ready to push it from his mind. He holds it for as long as he can, eyes squeezed shut as he laments what he will never have, what he cannot touch.

He rises to clean himself and dress for bed, and attempts to slot Io—her smile, her freckle-scattered skin, her soft voice, and her eyes—back into the realm of friendship. She fits as he remembers. She occupies some new space as well.

He will figure it out later.

Tomorrow he will make for Fortemps Manor. He promised her an adventure.

[ruknowhere]

Praise Song for the Day

A Poem for Barack Obama’s Presidential Inauguration

Each day we go about our business,

walking past each other, catching each other’s

eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.

All about us is noise. All about us is

noise and bramble, thorn and din, each

one of our ancestors on our tongues.

Someone is stitching up a hem, darning

a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,

repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere,

with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,

with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky.

A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.

We encounter each other in words, words

spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,

words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark

the will of some one and then others, who said

I need to see what’s on the other side.

I know there’s something better down the road.

We need to find a place where we are safe.

We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain: that many have died for this day.

Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,

who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,

picked the cotton and the lettuce, built

brick by brick the glittering edifices

they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.

Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,

the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.

Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,

others by first do no harm or take no more

than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?

Love beyond marital, filial, national,

love that casts a widening pool of light,

love with no need to pre-empt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,

any thing can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,

praise song for walking forward in that light.

- Elizabeth Alexander.

.

.

The Cache

Behind the house in a field

there's a metal box I buried

full of childhood treasure, a map

of my secret place, a few lead pennies

from 1943.

The rest I've forgotten,

forgotten even the exact spot

I covered with moss and loam.

Now I'm back and twenty years

have made so little difference

I suspect they never happened,

this face in the mirror

aged with pencil and putty.

I suspect even

the box has moved as a mole would move

to a new place long ago.

-Dan Gerber

.

.

Three Deer in Oquossoc

East will take me back. I drive

west. I wend between snowbanks,

until the road delivers me

to a sleeping boat launch.

They stand on the frozen ramp;

watch me with coats that are

better than mine. Ice houses

and snowmobiles edge the distance.

I have to turn around, I say

to them, I went the wrong

way. They stamp and chuff.

No, they tell me, this is the way.

-Sonja Johanson

.

.

Moonflowers

Tonight at dusk we linger by the fence

around the garden, watching the wound husks

of moonflowers unclench themselves slowly,

almost too slow for us to see their moving—

you notice only when you look away

and back, until the bloom decides,

or seems to decide, the tease is over,

and throws its petals backward like a sail

in wind, a suddenness about this as though

it screams, almost the way a newborn screams

at pain and want and cold, and I still hear

that cry in the shout across the garden

to say another flower is about to break.

I go to where my daughter stands, flowers

strung along the vine like Christmas lights,

one not yet lit. We praise the world by making

others see what we see. So now she points and feels

what must be pride when the bloom unlocks itself

from itself. And then she turns to look at me.

-James Davis May

.

[starg1rlie]

two of my favorite scenes so far in crooked kingdom and six of crows (spoilers)

Wylan shuddered. Through the crack in the door, he saw Kaz squat down so he could look the little girl in the eye. "What's this big fellow's name?" Kaz said, laying a hand on the dog's wrinkled neck.

"This is Maestro Spots."

"Is that so?"

"He has a very fine howl. Da lets me name all the puppies."

"Is Maestro Spots your favorite?" asked Kaz.

She appeared to think, then shook her head. "I like Duke Addam Von Silverhaunch best, then Fuzzmuzzle, then Maestro Spots."

"That's good to know, Hanna."

Her mouth opened into a little O. "How do you know my name?"

"I know all children's names."

"You do?"

"Oh, yes. Albert who lives next door and Gertrude on Ammberstraat. I live under their beds and in the backs of the closets."

"I knew it," the girl breathed, fear and triumph in her voice. "Mama said there was nothing there, but I knew it." She cocked her head to one side." You don't look like a monster."

"I'll tell you a secret, Hanna. The really bad monsters never look like monsters."

Now the little girl's lip trembled." Did you come to eat me? Da says the monsters eat children who don't go to bed when they're told."

"They do. But I won't. Not tonight. If you do two things for me." His voice was calm, almost hypnotic. It had the coarse rasp of an over-rosined bow. "First, you must crawl into bed. And second, you must never tell anyone you've seen us, especially your da." He leaned forward and gave Hanna's braid a playful tug. "Because if you do, I'll slit your mother's throat and then your father's, and then I'll cut out the heaerts of all these sweet slobbering hounds. I shall save Duke Silverhaunch for last so that you will know it's all your fault." The little girl's face was as white as the lace on the neck of her nightgown, her eyes wide and bright as new moons. "Do you understand?" She nodded frantically, chin wobbling. "Now, now, no tears. Monsters see tears and it only whets their appetite. Off to bed with you, and take that useless Maestro Spots along too."

She skittered backward over the landing and up the stairs. When she was halfway up, she cast a terrified glance back at Kaz. He raised a gloved finger to his lips.

When she was gone, Wylan slipped out from behind the door and followed Kaz down the steps. "How could you say something like that to her? She's just a child."

"We were all just children once."

"But—"

"It was that or snap her neck and make it look like she fell down the stairs, Wylan. I think I showed remarkable restraint. Move."

(MY GIRL REALLY NAMED A DOG MAESTRO SPOTS. SHE GETTING REAL CREATIVE. also the reason why i like this scene is because of his interactions with hanna. and then he promptly runs into the dude of the house he just broke into and dusts it off like nothing ever happened LMAO)

"Then your choices are Novyi Zem and the Southern Colonies, but the Kerch presence int he colonies is far lower. Also, the weather is better, if you're partial to that kind of thing. You are a stolen painting, Kuwei. Too recognizable to sell on the open market, too valuable to leave lying around. You are worthless to me."

"I'm not translating that," Nina snapped.

"Then translate this: My sole concern is keeping you away from Jan Van Eck, and if you want me to start exploring more definite options, a bullet is a lot cheaper than putting you on a ship to the Southern Colonies."

Nina did translate, thought haltingly.

Kuwei responded in Shu. She hesitated. "He says you're cruel."

"I'm pragmatic. If I were cruel, I'd give him a eulogy instead of a conversation. So, Kuwei, you'll go to the Southern Colonies, and when the heat has died down, you can find your way to Ravka or Matthias' grandmother's house for all I care.

"Leave my grandmother out of this," Matthias said.

(i'm saving that quote from kaz, oml i love him too much....this blog is going to turn into my random fandom base of posts of wednesday, harry potter, shadow and bone and all my other obsessions.)

[nsomniacsdream]

I'm gonna give Kamala a freebie and write her first speech.

America. Freedom. Amerifreedom. My fellow Americans. As a young boy, I dreamed of being a baseball, but tonight I say, we must move forward, not backward, upward not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom.

[durinde-blog]

Bones of the Old World

Bones of the Old World

“Can we talk?”

I shuddered as I felt the wind shift, as it always did when she appeared. No matter where, no matter when, if she chose to materialize so that I could see her, there was always a frigid wind that cut through to my bones.

I stopped in my tracks. It was twilight, and a few flickers of quickly dimming daylight remained, glowing like dying embers on the horizon. It was the solstice, and while many people would start merrymaking and celebrating the longest night of the year, I was bushwhacking along a forgotten game trail, the miniature ghost of a young woman hovering over my shoulder.

“Is this the right time for this?” I asked, pushing aside branches and stepping over a fallen log.

“I need to say I’m sorry,” she said.

“We’ve gone over this. You’ve apologized so many times; I’ve lost count.”

She floated directly in front of my face, forcing me to stop completely.

“If I hadn’t cursed you, you’d be home right now, celebrating the solstice with your family.”

“I have to press on,” I said, ignoring the comment. “You told me yourself, this has to be done tonight. We’ve made arrangements for the Duke’s cook to drug the mulled wine, and you said it was important that it had to be done on the solstice.”

“I know,” she nodded. “My connection to this world—to my remains—is the strongest on this night. But a few minutes here and now won’t make a difference.”

I thought about the small pouch of pulverized bone that I carried in a satchel around my neck. It was all that was left of her body. A quick image of the gruesome procedure to get her body to that state flashed in my mind.

“I’m not sure what else there is to say,” I slowly continued forward, brushing past her small floating figure. “We are here now, and the only way for either of us to rest is for you to receive your vengeance. Besides, if I stop moving now, I’ll never make it to the Duke’s manor before freezing to death.”

She floated to the front of my face again, however this time allowing me to keep moving through the bush by hovering backward as I continued along the game trail.

“Do not make jokes about freezing to death!” she warned. Her eyes flashed for a moment.

“You know I wouldn’t make a joke about that,” I snapped back.

I stopped. “I’m sorry; I know that’s a sensitive subject... for the both of us.”

**

The Young Duke was eager to prove himself a leader upon claiming his hereditary title following the death of his father. Even more so, he was eager to gain favor with the heads of the new religion, the followers of which had made certain arrangements to speed up his ascension to Dukedom.

To show his dedication to the new faith, the Duke first targeted the covens - those least prepared to fight back against the hammer of the new dogma falling on the land.

He took his men and swept through the land. His goal was to cleanse the land of “heresy” and make way for the monks of the new faith to move in.

She was a victim of one of the assaults. When the alarm was raised that the coven was under attack, she was instructed to gather the children and hide with them underneath a false floor that had been prepared for such an occasion. She had huddled with them, keeping them quiet as the horrific sound of slaughter and looting echoed through the air.

She stayed with them for hours, waiting for the sounds of the dying to fade. When she emerged from the hiding spot to see if it was safe, she found herself quickly surrounded by the Duke’s men.

They grabbed her, and the building was burned. She was tied behind the Duke’s horse and was made to walk as the screams of the youth echoed through the night.

“Merely the cries of rats,” the Duke sneered, and the building was engulfed in flame. “Those who do not follow the new light deserve to burn. Even their youth must be purged.”

“Put the blade to me,” she cried. “Let me join my people.”

“Oh, you will join them soon enough,” he gave a sickly smile. “But our faith demands sacrifice, and I think a pretty young thing like you will do wonderfully.”

Eventually, she found herself on the edge of a cliff, a river raging below. If the fall wouldn’t kill her, the raging icy depths certainly would.

A holy man of the new faith stepped forward, waving around some sort of symbolic fetish as he muttered in a strange tongue.

“Be glad,” the Duke said. “Your soul is being cleansed. You will face death with a sinless heart. After all, what good is a sacrifice that has been tainted by sin? Our deity will not accept anything less.”

“This is what your faith is?” she questioned, her back to the cliff’s edge. “Old men speaking gibberish? Pointless gestures and symbols? You killed people, you killed CHILDREN for this?”

“You dance under the moon,” the Duke retorted. “You tell old tales in an ancient language. You bind people to the land, to the past. You talk about having magic in your bones. Our way is the future.”

She scoffed. The trauma of the events was turning into a dark bitterness. She was angry—no, she was enraged at how unfair all this was.

The old man put away his symbols and ceased his gibbering.

“Now, jump,” the Duke said. “I can’t have the death of a cleansed soul on my conscience.”

“That’s your plan?” she spat. “A loophole so you don’t have to bloody your own hands? What kind of pathetic god would overlook such foolishness.”

“You told me you wanted to join your people,” the Duke said, unaffected by her comment. “So, go ahead.”

“This will not end well for you,” she said. She spread her arms and fell backward, plunging into the raging water below.

**

I squat at the side of the river, washing my hands free of the blood from butchering my most recent kill.

It had been a harsh winter, and the village was running low on food. I and the other youths had been dispatched a few days ago, sent out to hunt once the snow had melted enough for us to travel. Game seemed to be getting scarcer every year.

Something drew my attention upriver. Something was floating towards me.

Once I realized I was looking at a person, I quickly dove into the river, angling to catch the body as it passed by.

Breathless from the effort, I slung the unfortunate individual onto the bank.

It was a woman, covered in cuts and bruises. She was very pale, but still breathing. Something told me that she wasn’t long for the world.

I quickly pulled her over to the fire and did my best to comfort her while she passed. She was ice-cold. I felt pity for the poor girl, but I had seen death come upon members of my village, and there was very little that I could do.

I was leaning over her to check her pulse when her eyes flickered open, locking on me. She grabbed my arm with an unnatural strength.

“I curse you. For all that is natural in this world, I curse you. You will never rest until justice has been done.”

Her grip relaxed, and I saw the last essence of her life drain from her eyes.

I shook my head. I wasn’t sure what had happened to that girl, but her last moments were those of rage and anger. I just hoped that in the next world, she could find peace.

I buried her next to the river and packed my horse, fully intent on returning to the village with my kill. I’d have an odd tale to tell for sure.

I began to ride towards home. It was late in the day, but I was sure I could make good time on horseback, perhaps even getting back before dark.

My mind drifted, and I thought of the warmth of my bedding.

And then found myself emerging back at the riverside, the freshly dug grave before me.

I had grown up in the surrounding forests. Getting lost or getting turned around could literally be a death sentence, and yet, here I was, back where I started with no sense of how that happened.

I felt a chill run down my spine. There was something unnatural going on, and the grave had something to do with it.

I decided to unpack my horse and camp at the riverside for the night. Maybe whatever was preventing my departure would ease up by morning. I unrolled my bedroll and checked over my bow and my current supply of arrows. Finally, sleep took me. I found myself floating in a void of nothingness. No sound, no light, just terrifying black.

Then a voice.

“I.... I’m sorry.”

A figure floated before me. It was the woman that I had pulled from the river. The edges of her figure seemed to be in flux, somehow being wicked away by something ethereal.

Unlike a typical dream, I felt very much awake and in control of myself.

“You’re that woman...” I said, unsure of how to proceed.

“I am, and I’ve done a horrible thing.”

“Horrible?”

“I’ve cursed you, I’ve bound you to my body.”

I had heard tales of curses. Always taking place in some old story in some ancient land. Now, I seemed to be part of one of those tales.

“Cursed? Is that why I can’t seem to leave this riverbank?”

The floating figure nodded, looking sad.

“Why? I tried to save you?”

“In that final moment, as death approached, I was confused, I was angry. I thought you were one of the ones that did that to me. I wanted vengeance and in those final moments, I unleashed all my hatred on you.”

I shook my head. “Who are you to curse me?”

“I was part of a coven,” she said. “I worship the old ways.”

“Can you release me? You know I did nothing to you.”

“I’m afraid that you are bound to my body. The magic of the old ways becomes embedded in our bones. It’s an... old spell to keep a murderer from fleeing should one of our coven fall.”

“I’m not a murderer though.”

“No, you’re not. I was so filled with anger; I wanted to strike out at someone... anyone. The only way to be free is for you to enact my vengeance.”

We talked through the night. She told me of the attack on the coven and the deeds of the Duke.

“It will be hard for me to do anything stuck on this riverbank with your body. Let alone help you get your vengeance - as deserved as I think it is.”

“You are a hunter, yes? You know how to butcher a creature? Break it down into meat and bone?”

“Yes, but...”

“My power, my essence.... it’s in my bones.”

I felt myself pale at those words; I had grim work ahead of me.

**

I snapped back to the present. I now stood at the rear wall of the Duke’s manor. I could hear the laughter of seasonal merriment drifting through the cold night air.

“The drug should be taking effect soon,” the ghost whispered to me. “The effects of their drink should be a little more pronounced, and they should be none the wiser.”

“I just hope the cook did the second thing he promised. If not, all this might be for naught.”

The cook had kept his promise. I found an open door to the manor’s cellar.

I soon found my way to the upper level of the manor.

The hallway was decorated with greenery and holly to mark the season. The fact that these people brought greenery indoors seemed strange to me. If you wanted to enjoy the woods, why not just go out and take a walk in it?

I shook my head and made my way to the Duke’s bedroom, slipping inside.

A fire crackled, shadows danced across the wall.

"Better hide," the ghost said. "Once he goes to bed, we will act."

I slipped inside the walk-in closet and waited.

Finally, I heard the door open.

"And I have your assurances, sir, that you will let our clergy occupy the outlying villages once the spring comes?" One voice said.

As soon as the second voice spoke, the ghost stiffened. It was a voice she had heard before.

"Followers of our faith seem to be more obedient, and I’m more than happy to let them have whatever they need. Much better than those unfaithful savages that follow the old ways."

"Then I wish you a happy evening, Sir Duke.”

"Get ready," the ghost said.

I tensed, grabbing the special arrow from my quiver.

I heard the Duke move about the bedroom. After a time, things fell silent.

“Now,” the ghost said.

I silently opened the closet door. The fire, now much lower, cracked and popped, still emanating a dull and dying light. I could see a figure lying in the bed.

I recalled every lesson I learned as a hunter about moving silently, stealthily. I crept towards the bed.

Wordlessly, I plunged the arrow into where the ghost had instructed me. Before we had departed for the manor, she had been very specific about where the wound must be made. Between the ribs, the arrow slid.

The Duke bolted upright, breaking the shaft of the arrow, looking first to the wound in shock and then to me. He let forth an extremely loud wail.

I heard boots stomping up the hallway. A retinue of guards burst through the door, catching me standing over the now very injured Duke.

Even through the stupor of the wine and the drug, the guards could clearly see the assassination attempt. Before I could even think, I was grabbed and roughly carried out of the room. Shouts for the Duke’s doctor echoed down the hall.

I had failed.

**

I wasn’t sure what was colder, traversing the forest at night, or the cell I now found myself in.

I was bewildered. Beaten and thrown into a cell, I didn’t have time to process, or even think. I felt myself slipping away, drifting into an unwanted sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed. The room spun, and I was sure I fell into the darkness at least a few times.

Finally, things snapped into place and I had a coherent thought. Daylight was creeping into the cell. The solstice had passed. The longest night was over.

I heard somebody stomping down the hallway. Somebody wearing a set of heavy keys was approaching.

“Leave me,” I heard the Duke’s voice say.

“But Sir...” somebody protested.

“You gave him an outright beating last night. He’s in no condition to hurt me.”

“But your wound, sir.”

“Bah, the Doctor looked at it. Barely a scratch.”

I shook my head. Barely a scratch? But I plunged the arrow straight between his ribs?

The door opened, and the Duke stepped inside. His eyes narrowed.

“Well, look at you..” he smirked. “My men certainly did a number on you.”

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a croak.

The Duke grinned, looking at my expression.

“A villager, not much older than a boy, and you thought you could take me out...”

I wanted to strike him, but my will had been sapped.

“And it worked.”

My cracked and bloody lips parted, a confused “Wha?” escaped from my lips.

The Duke’s figure glowed bright blue for a moment. The form shifted, becoming shorter and softer. Hair lengthened, and a familiar feminine form now stood across from me.

The woman from the river. She stood in front of me, more alive than I had ever seen her.

I stood with my mouth agape.

“Miss me?” she grinned.

“I’m not sure what I’m looking at..” I managed to spit out.

“You did it. The arrow that I made you forge months ago with bits of my bone sprinkled into the iron, it did the trick.”

“The power is in the bones,” she said, as if that explained everything. “Once my essence of made contact with the Duke’s heart... I was able to take control.”

“You are... the Duke?” I asked.

“When I wish to be. I can now assume his form whenever I wish.”

“And what happened... to him?”

“Oh.. He's long gone. If there’s any truth to his deity, I guess he’s with him now.”

“So, I’m free?”

She looked around the cell. “Uhh, not quite. You made an attempt on the Duke’s life after all.”

“What’s going to happen to me then?”

“Oh, the Duke will have a change of heart and pardon you in a couple of weeks, specifically when the new year is rung in. He’ll make a declaration that he will be returning to the old ways of his father.

She turned, looking to the lightening sky of the morning after the solstice.

“I can’t thank you enough,” she said. “You gave me my vengeance, and for that, I am grateful. I’ll give you any reward you wish once enough time has passed.”

I nodded, still in pain from my treatment by the guards.

She smiled sadly, looking over my wounds. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that; I’ll send the Duke’s doctor, claiming I want you in top shape for a trial.”

“In the meantime, look forward to the new year. I’m sure it will be a good one.”

She shifted her form back to that of the Duke’s, turning to leave.

“I can feel it in my bones.”

[bluesfortheredj]

Request: part 2 to this.

“Billy, stop!” you implore as he walks into your outstretched arm, “Billy!”

He ignores your pleading words and continues walking straight ahead without so much as a glance in your direction as he shoves your arm down out of his way. The man in front starts to edge backwards, seeing the pure fiery rage in Billy’s eyes as he strides towards him with renewed purpose.

“Say. That. Again,” Billy demands, his voice stern yet quiet.

“I… I didn’t… it wasn’t...” the man stutters nervously as he gets stared down.

“I said say. That. AGAIN.”

Even you cower a little at the last word being shouted, and you know nothing good is going to come of this situation, but all you can do is watch and wait. Billy was the wrong person to pick a fight with, and soon enough this guy would know not to make this mistake again.

“I said nice legs,” he finally whimpers in reply.

“You think that’s acceptable?” Billy asks, stepping forwards until he’s almost chest to chest with the man, “you think it’s okay to say that to another man’s girl?”

“N… no… not at all…”

“Then why do it?”

“I don’t know… It was stupid… I’m sorry man, I’m sorry!”

Within seconds Billy’s fists have taken over any conversation they were having, and after what seems like an age but must have only been a minute or so, you have to intervene. First you place one hand on his back, then the other on his upper arm, but as soon as you get near enough to beg for him to stop he lets out an almighty growl and pulls his arms back with such a force that it knocks you onto your back on the ground. Everything seems to happen in slow motion as Billy realises what he’s done and the man is free to stumble to his feet and run as fast as he can as Billy’s attention turns to you.

“I didn’t realise it was you… baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispers hoarsely as he kneels down next to you, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh, taking his hand as he helps you to sit up, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I swear I didn’t know it was you, I’m so sorry.”

The man who had just beat the crap out of some stranger for catcalling you was now on the verge of tears at the thought of hurting you and you look at his heartbroken face; the roller-coaster of emotions he’d just been through jolting through his body like a bolt of lightning. He was a troubled soul, there was no other way of putting it, but deep, deep down inside him was a frightened boy who craved love and affection, and you understood the real him. His worst fear was becoming his father and being violent to those he loved, so you knew just how much this was tearing him up inside.

You rest your forehead against his, “it’s okay Billy, I know you didn’t mean to.”

Your eyes glance to the hand of his that you’re holding and you can see droplets of blood on his knuckles from the fight only moments ago. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it never got any easier to witness him in the violent and angry state he got himself in to.

“Let’s just go home,” you say quietly as you lean back.

“We can still make the film, it’s not too late.”

“Maybe we should give it a miss,” you suggest as your eyes travel down to his blood stained hands.

He follows your gaze and snatches his hand away quickly, “I can clean up in the bathroom, come on, please, I don’t want to ruin everything tonight.”

You can see the hurt in his eyes at the thought of upsetting you further and you acquiesce with a smile, “okay, come on then.”

His lips move into a wide grin and he jumps up from the ground before helping you to your feet, then slings his arm around your shoulders and guides you into the mall as you’d originally planned not so long ago. He lights up a cigarette with his free hand, making sure to blow the smoke away from your direction when he exhales, and you lean into him a little more as you snake your arm under his leather jacket and around his waist.

“I’ll get the tickets while you clean up,” you announce when you get to the second level.

Your hand begins to slide away from him but he gently grabs onto your wrist before it disappears completely and stubs out his cigarette on the floor, “one second,” he exhales the last of the smoke then pulls you in and kisses your lips, “I’m sorry.”

You smile as he leans away, “I know. I love you.”

“You too baby.”

He walks away and as you turn to head towards the cinema you spot Steve with another one of his lady friends, “Steve!” you call out as you jog over to them, “so good to see you!”

You hug him and he whispers in your ear, “save me!”

“Aren’t you opening up Scoops tomorrow? Better not stay out too late,” you advise, helping him to grab an excuse to leave early.

“Oh… yeah! I completely forgot about that. Shit, maybe we won’t have time for the film,” he sighs, looking at the girl next to him.

“Well well well, if it isn’t good hair Harrington…” Billy mocks as he comes up beside you and places a possessive arm around your neck.

“Billy! Such a shame you can never seem to wear a shirt that fits,” he retorts, looking down towards the expanse of bare chest your boyfriend had on show.

He smirks at his comment, “it’s okay, Steve, I know it can be intimidating to see such a fine specimen of a man before you.”

You shake your head, “right, we’re going to be even later than we were before if we don’t get a move on,” you point out as you place a hand on his exposed chest and turn in to him, “let’s leave Steve and his lady friend to their evening.”

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Steve asks with a frown.

“Yeah, why?” you question, turning to face Steve.

“You’ve got blood on the bottom of your top.”

You let go of Billy and grab onto your t-shirt, pulling the hem round until you spot the blood that had stained part of it, “oh shit.”

Billy hides a gasp as he realises it must have been from when he accidentally pushed you over, and he quickly shrugs his jacket off to cover your back and leads you back towards the stairs.

“(Y/N), what-”

“Leave it, Harrington,” Billy snaps.

“Billy, it’s okay,” you smile, trying to put his mind at ease, “I didn’t even feel it!”

“It’s not okay,” he huffs, “not okay at all.”

“It is!” you protest, “please, Billy, let’s just go and see the movie like-”

“I can’t!” he almost shouts as you get outside the mall.

He stops in his tracks and paces around in a circle as he runs his hand down his face in an exasperated manner, “I can’t sit there knowing that you’re injured because of me,” he states calmly, “I just can’t do it. I need to get you home and I need to take a look at what I’ve done.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“We’ll agree to disagree on that one,” he frowns, “come on, we’re going home.”

You give in and follow him to the car, then sit in silence as he drives you back to yours where he now spent the majority of his time. It was quite nice that he referred to it as home, as he deserved a place to call that and it was even better that it was with you. He opens the car door for you when you arrive then gestures for you to step in before him, and when you get to the bedroom he’s quick to lift his jacket from you followed by your t-shirt.

“Oh baby,” he sighs sadly, his fingertips tracing a faint line around the graze that had appeared on your lower back, “lay down on the bed.”

You do as he says while he disappears to the bathroom for some antiseptic and something to cover the wound with, and you give him a soft smile as you lay on your front looking towards the door when he comes back in. He pauses, leaning on the door frame as he takes in the sight of you smiling up at him, but his initially tender gaze turns into one of despair as soon as his eyes travel down your body to the deep red wound just above your waistband. He sighs quietly as he steps towards you and kneels at the side of the bed, placing the first aid kit down on the floor next to him before moving in and kissing your lips softly. A line of tender open mouthed kisses are carefully placed along your shoulder and down your side until he reaches your injury where he places one final one just above it.

“This is going to sting,” he warns, opening up the kit and getting the antiseptic out, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, turning your head away so he can’t see your face.

He can feel your body tense up as he wipes over the graze to clean it, and he can’t help but grimace as the blood gets soaked up onto the cotton wool ball, “I’m sorry,” he repeats as he gets a clean ball and starts again.

“Stop saying sorry,” you mumble.

Billy goes quiet as he patches you up and secures a large dressing in place, then he quickly disposes of the bright red evidence of your wound as you sit up with a deep breath.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you try to reassure him, linking an arm through his as he sits down next to you.

He shakes his head from side to side slowly, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Billy, please,” you whisper, placing a hand on his far cheek and gently turning his head to face you, “stop blaming yourself. You are not your father.”

His gaze moves up from your chest to your eyes at the last sentence and you can see the relief in his face at hearing those words, “I love you,” he whispers.

It’s as if the air has been knocked out of your lungs as the words you never thought you’d hear flow past his lips, and you quickly say them back before wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and holding him tight.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested:  Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :)    +      AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH     +     don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

i haven’t posted a fic in well over several months but i hope u guys like it :) im here and around still so send me something if u wanna chat <3 i also have re opened my requests lkajsdlkaj

also - i gained a lot of new followers while i was gone and im sure some ppl want to be removed from my taglist SO: i am gonna start a new taglist!!! pls send me a message and let me know if you want to be on it bc after this post im starting fresh  !!!!!!!!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

���fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[bestofbucky]

The Man With A Plan. (Stucky x reader)

Pairings: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Steve x reader x Bucky.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, smut, threesome, swearing, little bit of sub/dom, praise kink, captain/sergeant kink, some fluffiness at the end.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so pls be nice! Obviously I had to start with Stucky :) where else would I start? Didn’t expect it to be this long but oh well!

THANK YOU SO MUCH @buckyownsmylife I wouldn’t be posting this without your help! You are incredible and everyone reading this should read her stuff after :)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You and Bucky have a prank war that’s been going on pretty much ever since the two of you became friends. They were completely harmless pranks, he put flour in your hairdryer, you filled the floor of his room with cups of water, the usual stuff.

Right now, you’re on holiday with all the Avengers and of course, partners and kids, at Tony’s beach mansion in Italy. You had been here for 5 days now and every night Bucky goes for a late night swim, which you only just found out he does naked. He leaves his clothes and a towel on a sunlounger on the shore.

So of course, when you found out, you decided you would steal his stuff when he was in the water so he would have to walk naked through the house. All the adults were in the lounge, after all the kids had gone to bed. You had already stolen Bucky’s stuff and put it in his room so it was just a waiting game until he walked in.

Right on time, the door bursts open and an angry faced Bucky storms into the room, he is using both hands to conceal himself and shuffling sideways like a crab with his backside to the wall. Everyone is in fits of laughter, especially when he reaches the door which is closed and he has to remove one hand in order to open it.

You are chuckling to yourself but struggling to laugh any more than that. The sight of Bucky’s still wet body was stealing all your focus. You watched intently as a droplet rolled down the middle of his chest, over his abs then disappeared behind his hand. You clenched your thighs, shifting in your seat hoping it covered up your movements.

Bucky finally managed to exit the room and everyone was chuckling among themselves. You couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible Bucky had looked. You tried to push the thoughts of him out of your mind, especially because your boyfriend was sitting right next to you.

“I think we should go to bed.” Speak of the devil. Steve had leaned closer to you, his mouth hovering over your ear.

Fuck, you think. He probably saw how you were looking at Bucky and is now really angry with you. To make sure you don’t make him any angrier, you agree. Saying goodnight to everyone you both head up to your room.

Steve immediately heads into the bathroom without saying a word. You start getting changed thinking of how you could make it up to him but your thoughts are soon interrupted by Steve’s voice.

“I think that was your best one so far.” He chuckles and you join, still nervous he might be upset.

“Yeah, the look on his face was definitely worth it.” You joke back as you get into bed. Steve, now just in his boxers, comes and joins you, pulling you onto his lap so you are straddling him.

“I wasn’t looking at his face,” he whispers, making goosebumps rise across your skin. “And I know for a fact, you weren’t either.” His lips attach to your neck causing you to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He pulls away. “Do you ever think about Bucky fucking you?” He asks as his hands make their way underneath your shirt.

“No, of course not. I’m with you.” You say as he starts massaging your boobs.

“I have.” There isn’t a trace of embarrassment in his voice.

“You’ve thought about Bucky fucking me or you?” You tilt your head back as he starts to play with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“Both. I know what it’s like to be with Buck. I want to know what it’s like to be with you both together.” The thought of Steve and Bucky together makes you grind your hips down onto Steve and you feel him grow hard underneath you.

“You like the thought of me and Bucky?” Steve teases as he nibbles at your neck. “Or was it the thought of all three of us?”

You start to imagine what it would be like with them both. Would Bucky want you to call him Sergeant like Steve has you call him Captain? Who would take the lead, or would it be both of them? You think about being sandwiched between them, their skin rubbing against yours as they take you however they want, using your body for their pleasure.

Suddenly Steve stops everything, his hands come out from underneath your shirt and rest on your hips and he leans back against the headboard, no longer kissing your neck. You frown at him and he simply smirks.

You rock your hips to try to get the friction you need but he holds you still.

“Steve please” You say breathlessly.

“Not tonight, angel. Take it as your punishment for practically drooling over Buck.” He lifts you off him.

“But you just-”

You immediately stop talking when you see his eyes. When he looks at you like that you wouldn’t dare disobey him. So instead, you curl yourself into his side and try hard to get the thoughts of Bucky out of your mind so you can drift off to sleep.

Bucky had a plan to get you back and in his mind it was a good one. Everyone had left for the day to explore Italy but you and Steve told everyone you weren’t feeling up to it and were going to stay at the house. Perfect. Bucky also told everyone he was going to stay behind so now the three of you were lounging around the pool together.

You had started to mumble your words and Bucky could tell you were getting tired. He made sure to stay quiet enough for you to drift off to sleep which you soon did. When you’re breathing evened out he sprung into action.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed a pair of scissors and came back out, he walked over to where you were laying and just as he was about to start cutting he was interrupted by Steve’s voice.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Although he was trying to be intimidating, he was still whispering so he wouldn’t wake you.

“Getting even.” Bucky stated simply and Steve just shrugged allowing him to continue with whatever it is he wanted to do.

Leaning back over your sleeping body Bucky gently cut the two top straps and the middle strap of your triangle bikini, but didn’t move it. He then went to put the scissors back and grabbed a jug, filling it with ice cold water. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he knew he was going to get you back so good.

He made his way back outside, Steve sat up on his chair and watched eager to see what was about to happen. Bucky pulls his arm back and aims the water at your face and chest.

A surge of cold suddenly hits your body and you gasp as you instinctively stand up. It takes a few moments for you to come to and understand where you are and what just happened. You finally open your eyes and you see Bucky standing in front of you, an empty jug in his hand and a mischievous smirk on his face. The bastard. He must have thrown the ice cold water on you.

You scowl at him, but his smirk quickly fades as his eyes trail down to your chest. Then you notice that you can feel the breeze on your skin and you look down only to discover you are no longer covered by your bikini top. It is in pieces on the floor in front of you.

Before you can act, Steve is behind you, he places a hand on each boob. You don’t know if he is trying to protect you from Bucky’s eyes, hold you back from lunging at him or just using it as an excuse to feel you up. Probably the third one.

“These are for my eyes only.” Steve growls but your mind goes back to the conversation you had with him last night. Bucky just continues laughing, finding the situation hilarious. You smirk at the idea that comes into your head.

“If you wanted to see what's underneath my top, all you had to do was ask.” You place your hands on top of Steve’s and pull them off your body, exposing yourself to Bucky.

His laughter comes to a halt and he bites his lip as his eyes fixate on your chest. He glances behind you at Steve for confirmation which you assume he got because he starts walking towards you.

He stops right in front of you and lifts his hand up, his eyes never leaving yours. His fingers lightly graze over your nipple and you lean forward into his touch but he pulls his hand away and turns his head to Steve before eventually looking back to you.

“Can I see what’s underneath these?” His fingers fiddle with the ties on either side of your bikini bottoms. You nod, allowing him to continue and he pulls at them, still holding eye contact. It comes undone and he lets it fall to the floor.

He places his hands on your hips and guides you backwards until the back of your legs hit a sunlounger, and then gently pushes you down, spreading your legs apart to dangle on either side. His eyes finally leave yours as they trail down your body, sucking in a breath when he sees your pussy.

He looks over at Steve again and you do too. He is sat to the side watching you both as he palms himself through his swim shorts. The sight turns you on even more. You feel Bucky shift so you return your gaze to him. He starts to place wet kisses up your inner thighs, stopping before he gets to the place you want him most.

“Always wanted to taste you.” He looks up at you as he licks up your slit before swirling his tongue around your clit. He presses a cold metal finger into and you gasp, arching your back off the lounger. He sucks on your clit as he pumps in and out of you, adding another finger and curling them just right, to hit your sweet spot. You moan loudly as the pleasure ripples through your body.

“Fuck, doll. Let me hear all those noises you make.” He continues at a steady pace as you start to feel the coil tighten inside you. Your hands find their way into his hair as he sends you over the edge. You cry out, your thighs squeezing his head as he continues through your orgasm.

He finally pulls away as you start to come down. He smiles at you, lips glistening.

“Steve,” Bucky summons Steve over. He kneels next to you and Bucky brings his fingers up to his lips. Steve happily accepts, opening his mouth and sucking your juices off Bucky’s fingers. The sight alone is almost enough to make you orgasm again, especially when you notice both men straining against their swim shorts.

You reach your hand out and slip it into Steve’s shorts, wrapping it around his length, his moan muffled by Bucky’s fingers. You look at Bucky who is already staring at you, he wraps his spare hand around the back off your neck as he pulls you into a heated kiss.

He is more dominating than Steve is but you enjoy the way he takes control. You continue to move your hand up and down Steve’s length and your other hand palms Bucky through his shorts. He sighs into your mouth and you love the feeling of pleasing both men.

All too soon, Bucky is pulling away and releasing his fingers from Steve’s mouth. He walks over to another sunlounger and takes the cushion off, placing it on the floor next to Steve.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” His tone makes you want to do anything he says, so you quickly nod.

“Lie down,” he commands. You lie on the cushion on your back and he kneels over your face. You go to wrap your hand around him but he catches your wrist, stopping you.

He guides himself to your mouth, tapping gently on your lips. You open wide and he pushes in. He is not as thick as Steve but he is longer and you can feel him deeper in your throat.

“Fuck doll. Your mouth feels so good around me,” he moans when he hits the back of your throat.

“Come here Steve.” He holds his cock down your throat and you remind yourself to breathe through your nose. Steve stands in front of Bucky, his legs either side of your head.

You watch as Steve’s cock disappears down Bucky’s throat and you hum, finding it incredibly hot. Bucky starts gently thrusting into your mouth and Steve does the same for Bucky. You don't know what to focus on: your boyfriend’s delicious noises as he moves in and out of his best friend’s mouth, the sight of Bucky’s lips wrapped around Steve’s cock, or the feeling of Bucky’s cock moving in and out of your mouth.

Your moans send vibrations down Bucky’s cock and you feel him twitch slightly as he starts to increase in speed. The noises coming from both you and Bucky are making Steve weak at the knees.

“You’re taking his cock so well angel.” Steve tells you and you clench around nothing at his praise.“Look so good with your lips around his cock.”

It’s not long before Bucky’s thrusts lose their rhythm and he is releasing down your throat. Steve follows shortly after. You and Bucky make sure to swallow everything you have been given.

You know from experience that super soldiers don't need much time before they can go again, but it still surprises you how quickly they can recover.

You are still lying on your back, a little bit of Bucky’s cum dribbles out your mouth and down your cheek.

“You look so pretty with my cum dripping down your face,” Bucky tells you and again the words go straight to your core. The smirk on his face tells you he knows how you feel about praise. You use your finger to wipe the cum off and then suck it as you hold eye contact with Bucky.

“Such a good girl.” he murmurs.

Steve comes over to you with a glass of water which you happily accept, you take small sips until you have had enough and you pass it back to Steve. He takes a couple of gulps before handing it to Bucky who finishes it off.

“Are you ready for another round, angel?” Steve asks as he gently brushes some hair out of your face. You nod eagerly, excited for what will happen next.

“Yes, Captain.” You correct yourself, knowing Steve likes it when you use your words.

“Fuck.” You expect the expletive to come from Steve as a response to you calling him captain but you are surprised to find out it came from Bucky. You smile knowing exactly what he wants you to call him.

“How do you want me, Sergeant?” It’s like the words flipped a switch in his mind.

“Hands and knees princess,” he tells you and you obey. Bucky takes his place behind you while Steve sits down in front of you, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Bucky’s hand comes down on your ass and you gasp in shock. “No kissing unless I tell you to.” You know from this moment on Bucky is in charge and you need to do everything he says and nothing more. The whole situation makes you so wet you can feel it starting to drip down your thigh.

Bucky slides his cold metal fingers through your slick. “Fuck, you’re dripping princess.” His fingers glide over your clit, and you jerk, still a little sensitive. “You like being told what to do? Being used for our pleasure?” He asks as continues to toy with your clit. You nod, too consumed by pleasure to say anything. Bucky’s movements halt and he brings his hand down on your cheek again. You whimper at the contact.

“Use your words.” He growls.

“Yes sergeant.” You see Steve smile at your obedience the same way he always would when training you and your chest swells slightly knowing he is proud of you.

“Good girl.” You feel Bucky guide his tip to your entrance, only pushing himself slightly in, causing your frustrations to grow.

“Please, Sergeant. I need your cock. Please fuck me.” You beg, hoping he will give you the satisfaction you need.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He hisses as he slowly presses all the way in, determined to savour the feeling.

“How does she feel Buck?” Steve asks like you aren’t even there.

“So good, Steve. So hot and wet,” he mumbles and the praise makes you involuntarily clench around him.

“Can I suck your cock, Captain? Please.” You ask and he looks up to Bucky for permission. Seeing Steve second in command is something you never thought you would witness but you are so glad you are.

He rises onto his knees and guides himself into your mouth. The feeling is indescribable, and you become impatient, pushing yourself backwards into Bucky, who simply chuckles. It seems to work though, as they both start to gently thrust in and out, working in tandem with each other.

“Gripping me so tight, doll.”

“Fuck, angel”

“Feel so good”

“Doing so well.”

Their voices start to merge into each other as your body is taken over by pleasure. Their thrusts start to become sloppy and uneven as they each use your body to chase their release. You can feel the pressure building in your stomach as Bucky snakes his hand around and circles your clit with his fingers.

It’s not long till Steve is thrusting one last time deep into your throat, grunting as he releases into your mouth. The noises that fall from his lips send you over the edge and you clench down hard around Bucky as you cum on his cock. Bucky is quick to follow as your pussy milks his cock and soon you feel his release coating your walls.

They both ease out of you and you let your body collapse onto the cushion. You try to catch your breath, your mind still dizzy with arousal.

Steve’s fingers make their way into your hair as he gently massages your scalp while Bucky places kisses, starting on your lower back and traveling up your spine to your shoulder.

“You did so well, doll.” Bucky says.

“I’m so proud of you, angel.” Steve tells you as he shuffles around you. A small smile makes its way onto your lips at their praise.

You feel arms wrap around you and you are lifted into the air, you snuggle your head into their neck and breathe in. You can tell it’s Steve from his scent.

“Where are we going?” You mumble.

“We need to get you cleaned up.” He explains and you open your eyes to see Steve is carrying you towards your room.

“Is Bucky coming too?” You ask softly which warms both Steve and Bucky’s hearts.

“Yeah doll. I’m here.” You hear his voice from behind you and sigh happily as your mind replays what just happened. You know from this moment on it’s no longer just you and Steve, it’s all three of you, together.

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Cove x MC - One Shot #4 (NSFW 18+ request)

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CONTENT WARNING: NSFW 18+, I wrote this with any kind of MC in mind, so hopefully it fits for you!

The sun was setting on another summer evening. You waded out of the ocean, intentionally a few steps behind Cove to admire the toned muscles on his tan back. He strode out of the water with ease and collapsed onto your colorful knit quilt. Sand clung to your feet as you emerged from the ocean to join him. Cove was on his back, elbows propping up his upper half. His head pointed towards the indigo sky. You paused in front of the blanket, considering how to lower yourself onto it without bringing the sand with you.

Aware of your presence, Cove raised his head and made eye contact with you. His soaked hair swept away from his face and his cheeks were still slightly pink from the sun exposure. His innocent gaze traveled down your body. You stood frozen, struck by the adoration in his ocean eyes. You noticed the color of his cheeks deepen and spread to his ears. His eyes darted away and he stuck out his bottom lip in a small pout.

Cove: How did I not notice that earlier?

You looked down at your own body quizzically, scanning for an abnormality. Oh, there it was. The anklet. You usually took it off before hitting the beach, but it must have slipped your mind earlier. You kicked your decorated foot towards Cove.

Y/N: Notice what? Notice this?

Cove closed his eyes and hummed, trying to hide his amusement. His reaction stirred excitement within you. Your voice was saccharine and dripping with ironic innocence.

Y/N: I swear I didn’t mean to wear it. I forgot to take it off earlier.

Cove: For some reason I don’t believe you.

You lowered your foot and crossed your arms over your chest. Cove peeked his eyes open, relief washing over his face.

Y/N: And I don’t believe that you’re not thrilled to see it on my ankle.

You had him there, and Cove knew it. He motioned for you to join him on the blanket. Your earlier struggle reemerged. Without thinking, you dropped your knees first, then flopped the rest of your body onto the quilt. You landed with an “oof” and Cove cackled at your lack of grace.

Cove: Y/N…

You propped your head onto your hands and kicked your feet upwards towards your rear. The anklet danced enticingly in Cove’s eyeline. This display more than made up for your clumsy blanket landing.

Y/N: Yes, Cove?

Cove decided he had nothing to say. He took your face in his hands and kissed you sensually. You returned the kiss, melting under the shock of his sudden forwardness.

You parted your lips hungrily. You felt the warmth of Cove’s tongue threaten to clash with yours. You thrust your tongue forward daringly. A low moan escaped Cove’s throat. He pushed the kiss deeper and flipped you onto your back.

The kiss broke apart. Cove stared into your eyes, causing your head to spin.

Cove: Can we go?

You nodded, quite aware of his intentions. Cove helped you up and grabbed a corner of the blanket in one hand while holding yours in the other. You walked in silence toward the Holden residence. As you grew closer, Cove’s pace slowed. The light was on inside the house. Mr. Holden was home, and awake. Cove’s tone was dejected and frustrated.

Cove: There is no way we can casually waltz into my room with dad home. No way.

You felt determined to make this happen. You looked over to your house, a beacon of hope. You knew your moms and Liz were home, but the light downstairs was off. You tugged Cove’s arm in the direction of your house.

Y/N: Let’s climb into my room through the window, Cove-style.

Cove: Uhhh, your family is home. Are you sure about this?

Y/N: We’ll be quiet. And the risk is a little exciting, isn’t it?

Cove hesitated, but followed your lead. The risk of detection was higher at your house, so you never got down with Cove in your room. The thought of getting frisky with Cove somewhere new made your blood pump faster. You walked in silent anticipation until you arrived at the scaffolding up to your window.

Y/N: You can drop the blanket there. Give me a boost?

Cove obliged without a word, obviously lost in his own head again. He supported your waist as you climbed. You grimaced and pried open the window slowly, trying to reduce the squeak of the hinges. You stealthily slipped inside and landed on your feet. When you turned around, Cove perched familiarly in the window with a nervous expression.

Y/N: Get in here and close the window.

Cove: Are you going to turn the light on?

You shook your head.

Y/N: Too risky, we’re relying on the romantic moonlight tonight.

Cove did his best to enter gracefully, his height and the darkness working against him. You held your breath until the boy was inside. He closed the window behind him and stood awkwardly in front of you.

Cove blushed, his features barely visible in the soft moonlight. You stepped toward him and tickled your finger under his chin, leading him to your bed. He followed, eyes glued to your inviting lips. You fell backwards onto your bed with a soft thwump. Cove leaned into you, inches away from a kiss, then paused.

Cove: Y/N, we aren't exactly prepared to do anything here, are we?

The vagueness of his wording wasn’t surprising. This wouldn’t be your first time going all the way with Cove, but he was still learning how to speak candidly about it. You squirmed away from Cove and reached into your bedside table drawer. Using one hand, you blindly felt around until you felt the familiar packaging. You produced the condom and presented it to Cove with a shining grin. His mouth fell open and his cheeks grew red.

Cove: Why do you have that? We never… do anything here…

His voice drifted off quietly.

Y/N: Call it wishful thinking.

Cove avoided your gaze, unsatisfied with your answer. You hooked your arms around his neck, the condom still poking between your index and middle finger. In this new position, Cove had to face you head on.

Y/N: I have a gorgeous boyfriend who is almost always half naked. It’s not absurd to be prepared.

Cove chuckled sheepishly at that response. He took the condom from your fingers and peeled one corner. He placed the half opened package on the edge of your bedside table for easy access when the time was right. Cove faced you again, ready to devote his undivided attention to you.

Cove: I have one more concern.

You raised one eyebrow, indicating you wanted Cove to continue. He hesitated, searching his mind for the right words to use. He caressed your cheek while he thought. Finally, he settled on something.

Cove: You’re uh— loud.

You felt your face burning up with embarrassment, but you couldn’t argue. You clenched your jaw, trying to think of a retort. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across your face. You grabbed the hand still caressing your cheek and guided his fingers to your lips.

Y/N: Why don’t you put these to use.

Your voice came out low and husky. That was enough to set off Cove. He lunged at your lips with his. The kiss felt intoxicating. You entangled your fingers in Cove’s damp seafoam locks. He ran his warm hands up and down your torso and chest. His right hand lingered for a moment on your hip, then traced down your leg. Lips still connected, he grabbed your adorned ankle and lifted it towards his shoulder.

Cove pulled back from the kiss. You almost didn’t recognize the passionate hunger in his eyes, but a familiarly pensive look crossed his flushed face. Calculating his next move was causing a bit of inner turmoil. You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The feeling traveled downward within you.

Cove loosened his grip on your ankle and turned his face to it. He gently pecked around the ankle with small kisses and bites. You shuddered at the sensation. You felt a heightened sense of vulnerability with your legs spread and exposed to Cove. He pressed his crotch forward into yours as he traced his tongue from your ankle up your leg. You felt his hardness twitch against your crotch. His tongue trailed and broke off before it reached your knee.

Cove lowered your leg and released it as he leaned in to kiss you again. His hands toyed with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms and you allowed him to remove them. Now completely naked, you wanted Cove on the same page. You curved your fingers into the hem of his swim trunks and helped lower them. He stood up to kick them off entirely. You scrambled to sit up straight, you wanted to use this opportunity to shift the position. Cove noticed your sudden movement and became concerned.

Cove: Is everything okay, Y/N?

You nodded coquettishly and beckoned for Cove with your finger. His erection grew as he scanned you with lust burgeoning within.

Y/N: Get back here, you.

Cove rested his knee on the bed and prepared to loom above you, but you shifted your weight and pinned him to the bed. His head landed on your pillow and his eyes widened. You situated yourself on top, straddling your legs on either side of him. The reality of the situation weighed down on his mind. There was nothing between your bodies.

Cove’s face was burning red, but he didn’t break eye contact. His unusual boldness only turned you on more. You pressed your body closer to his and teased your lips above his. His hands gripped your hips and threatened to move lower. You moved closer to his ear and spoke in a low whisper before running your tongue down his lobe.

Y/N: Go lower, I dare you.

Cove whimpered and allowed his hands to move onto your ass. He squeezed hard and spread your cheeks. Your body tingled and you managed to stifle a moan by biting your lip. He bucked his hips forward, grinding your crotches together. You ran your hands over his defined pecs and pinched his nipples.

You felt about ready to burst and could tell Cove was equally tantalized. He instinctively reached for the condom and removed it from the packaging. You sat back to allow him room to slip it on. Cove’s warm hands caressed your thighs and coaxed you forward.

You held his gaze as you lowered yourself onto his erect penis. His bright eyes widened, then closed as he felt you wrap around him. He parted his lips, allowing his next words to barely escape.

Cove: Y/N, fuck…

Curse words and Cove rarely mixed, but when they did you felt it in your bones. You stabilized yourself by resting your palms on Cove’s toned abdomen. Using this position for leverage, you lifted yourself, then came back down. Cove’s eyes shut tight and his lip quivered. You gradually increased the pace, keeping an eye on Cove’s reaction.

Cove's eyes lidded heavily, his mouth agape with small gasps. You felt the warmth of his hands crawling up your torso and across your chest. One hand remained groping your chest while the other moved upward to caress your face. He took one of your nipples between his fingers and pinched. You couldn’t contain the pleasured moan that escaped from your mouth.

Cove furrowed his brows and huffed. He continued working your nipple, but his other hand drew closer to your mouth. His thumb traced the outline of your lips. He eyed you carefully, anticipating your next move. You parted your lips and used your tongue to tease Cove’s thumb into your mouth. Testing the waters, he pinched your nipple harder. You bit down gently on the tip of his thumb and moaned. The sound was sufficiently stifled by Cove’s thumb.

Suddenly, he pulled back and held your hips firmly in place.

Y/N: Cove?

Cove controlled his breathing, but his flushed face betrayed his true feelings. Flustered and teetering on the edge, he whispered.

Cove: Could you lie on your back?

You eased off of him and scooted backwards. Cove sat up and pushed you flat against the bed. He aligned himself in front of you and hiked your legs upward to hang your legs on each of his shoulders. One hand twirled your anklet while the other anchored onto your hip bone.

Cove inserted himself into you again, exhaling a low rumbling groan. He began thrusting, gently but firmly. Your body felt hot. Your skin was throbbing with passion and damp with sweat. You wanted more.

Y/N: Cove— hhhf. Haa— harder.

Your thirst imbued Cove with confidence. He leaned forward to kiss you, still draped by your legs. You spread your arms above your head and gripped the mattress, bracing yourself. He dug his hands into your hair and pulled.

His thrusts became more powerful and deliberate. You moaned deeply into his mouth. The new position created a tightness around Cove’s dick that drove him mad. He began to fondle you externally to match your climax to his.

You peered through your hazy vision into Cove’s focused expression. Your eyes met in a moment of passion and bliss, sending each other over the edge.

Cove: Y/N— I’m, fuck… Are you—

You felt the familiar throbbing of Cove finishing within you, which fueled your own climax. Cove’s mouth was on yours before you could cry out, muffling your inevitable moan. Your body shuddered with waves of electric pleasure.

Cove separated himself from you and pulled out. He flopped onto the bed next to you, hand resting on his pounding chest. You nuzzled into him, embracing the heat and dampness of his skin.

Y/N: So that was amazing.

Coming down from the high of orgasm, Cove fell into thought. You propped yourself on one elbow to analyze his expression. His eyes were half-lidded and watery. The trademark blush was exactly where it belonged. The gentle smile on his lips parted to speak.

Cove: I love you, Y/N. I think about that a lot. You know that. But moments like this make me feel so much closer to you.

He paused to gauge your reaction. You nodded to let him continue.

Cove: You’re incredibly special, and I’m so lucky that you were⁠— er, are patient with me. And that’s all I have to say on the matter...

Cove became aware of his words and grew quieter. You chuckled at his sudden self-consciousness.

Y/N: My big softie. I love you, Cove.

Cove’s eyes crinkled adorably with his grin. He wrapped you in a big hug and brought your head to his chest. You listened to his rhythmic heartbeat while he stroked your hair. The anklet-driven evening came to a satisfying end.