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moonlight-prose · 3 years ago

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(this hot ass fuck gif is by the amazing @buckybarnesj from this set)

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a/n: did this gif inspire this small drabble? yes. but can you blame me? this is named after an anthony ramos song, because as of right now his entire album is inspiring me to write things. hopefully you enjoy this random thot i'm chucking into the void before I sleep. there's tons of bucky stuff on the way so prepare for that.

not edited or beta read so there's mistakes.

summary: twenty minutes was all you had, so you were going to do what could to show your husband how much you loved him.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS GO AWAY YOU'RE NOT WELCOME, cussing as always, oral (male receiving), slight face fucking if you squint (not really), masturbation, cock worship, teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism if you really really squint, a fluffy ending. let me know if i missed anything!

You weren’t sure what managed to happen for you to end up in this situation, but you were far from complaining. Not with the way he looked above you, eyes shut tight = unable to handle the sight of you. Sin dressed in all black that had you salivating the second he walked out of the room - his glare lessening at the sight of you in a dress.

Sharon gave you twenty minutes to rest before joining downstairs. Twenty minutes to do what you wanted before you had to inevitably return back to the job, and as you watched him make himself comfortable on the couch you realize - twenty minutes was all you needed. Three weeks you’d been without him, attempting to help where you could around the world and now that you were back to help him it had been painful to keep your hands to yourself.

Three weeks.

Far too long to go without showing him how much you loved him. How much you missed his voice, his touch, every little detail about this man. You thanked the universe for making sure luck was on your side, because as soon as the room emptied you were walking towards him. Watching as he fiddled with his hands - eyes glancing around the room.

“Something wrong?” you asked, drawing his attention back your way - the quick flash of his smile already causing your stomach to clench in need.

“I don’t like new places.”

That you knew to be a fact; memories of him antsy in every new place you went to came back, and you realized why he wanted to go home already. He knew his home. Knew the ins and outs - where the exits and entrances were - in his home, and that created a safe place for him.

He didn’t know this place.

“Bucky.” Dropping onto the couch beside him you took his hand in yours, running your thumb along his wrist to help slow his heartbeat. Something you knew would be racing at a time like this. “If it helps I’m here and don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Another smile brought your own out. “Always helps, baby.”

The pause between you lasted several minutes, drawn out by the way he stared at you. An unreadable expression on his face that had you ready to ask what he was thinking about. What went on in that mind of his. Except you didn’t want to break the silence; peaceful in all it’s anxiety-filled seconds, because it gave you two time to yourselves. No noise of people coming after the both of you, no need to rush downstairs. Just the two of you at last.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, tugging you closer by your wrist until you were practically stretched across his lap.

Twenty minutes. That’s all you had and it seemed he understood that as much as you, because his hands immediately went for the straps of your dress. Yanking them down, his lips collided with yours in a kiss you felt down to the very tips of your toes. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers tugged on your nipple, hands digging into the lapels of his suit jacket to keep yourself steady. The feeling of your stomach twisting in pleasure was enough to have you remain in place. Desperate for anything he’d give you.

You wouldn’t last for that long - that you knew for sure, and he knew it as well. If the way you grinded on his leg let him know how you felt.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered, chest heaving from the way the kiss left him breathless.

“Later.” For three weeks all you could imagine was seeing him a certain way and you wouldn’t turn that down now. Not when you had a limited amount of time to do anything.

“What do you mean later?” he asked, trying to pull up the skirt of your dress. “Please.”

You shook your head, sliding off his lap and falling to your knees before you, hands already reaching for the button on his jeans. The realization of later finally dawned on him and his mouth dropped open, hips rising as you began to tug on his pants. When you finally returned to the warmth of your home, you’d give into the urge to let him take you however he wanted, but now you’d give him this.

Give yourself the sight of him falling apart before your very eyes.

“You don’t have to,” he said, eyes unable to stay on a single part of you; flashing between your bare exposed chest or your eyes.

“I want to James.”

Going down on him had always been a challenge, something you had to be stubborn about, because knowing Bucky he would do anything to return the favor instead. He would take over faster than you expected and suddenly it was you writhing in pleasure unable to say anything but his name. A feat that he mastered perfectly.

“Baby-” he started, the argument on the tip of his tongue.

Glancing up you let out a breath, hands falling away from his jeans in defeat. “Do you not want me to? It’s okay if you don’t.”

Twenty minutes had turned into ten minutes and you began to tug the top of your dress back up. There wasn’t much you could do in ten minutes, but you were okay with that. If there’s one thing you refused to do it was make him do anything he felt uncomfortable doing. Smiling up at him you kissed the palm of his hand, shifting to stand up and rejoin him on the couch.

Except his hand tugged you back to where you were, a new look in his eyes. One you knew extremely well; one you ached to see. He cupped your jaw quickly, thumb pressing against the seam of your lips to part them. Without question you took it into your mouth, sucking on it well enough to have him shifting where he sat, his own mouth parting slightly at the sight.

“Well,” he said, voice dropping the longer you swirled your tongue around his thumb. “What are you waiting for, pretty girl?”

“Are you sure?”

His lips curved into a smile as he began to pull himself out of his pants, hand pumping his own length slowly enough to entice you. Bucky liked to be stubborn about his own pleasure, but seeing you disappointed because you couldn’t give him something was what changed his mind. You came first, before him, before anyone and Bucky found himself unable to control the way his body reacted to that look in your eyes.

One he had been dreaming about for three weeks.

He turned his head quickly to check for people, more for your sake than his. Something that had become a routine when things like this happened; more often than either of you could control. With him staying home and you being on the run to help people you stole the time that had been allotted to you. Making the most out of every moment.

Even if it was ten minutes on a couch in the middle of Sharon’s place.

“Ten minutes,” he said, smiling at your eagerness. His heart was ready to burst from how much he loved you and he hoped you harbored the same emotions.

You winked at him, moving his hands out of the way and taking the tip of him into your mouth quickly, rendering him a mess already. He hissed in pleasure, his hands digging into the fabric of the cough beside him so as not to force your head down all the way. Ten minutes only gave you so much time to make him finish, but you’d take your time whilst doing it.

He watched, enraptured as you raised your head enough to let spit fall onto his cock, slicking him as you pumped your hand. What the fuck he did to deserve you he had no idea, but he was thanking the universe for sending him your way. Licking at the tip you moan at the taste of him, unable to deny the way your body beared down on nothing. You could feel your clit throb when you took him back into your mouth, sinking down as slowly as possible until your nose was nearly pressed against the base of him.

“Oh - fuck!” he shouted, digging his teeth into the fist of his flesh hand, fighting the urge to thrust upwards.

Only you wanted that. Wanted him to use you however he wished and so you tapped his thigh, breathing steadily through your nose.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he panted out, guiding your head lightly. Placing just enough pressure to keep you in place as he began to slowly fuck your throat.

You were ready to explode, unable to stop yourself from slipping your hand under the skirt of your dress to put pressure on your clit. The taste of him, the sound of him, all of it drove you to the very edge on its own and you could barely contain your arousal. You didn’t want to contain it. Running your along the underside of his cock you pulled off to breathe, catching the fucked out look on his face before moving lower and licking lightly at his balls.

“Babe,” he gasped, head falling against the couch.

“You taste so good.” A moan spilled from your lips as you pushed two fingers into yourself just to satiate the desire to be filled by this man. Right now wasn’t about you; this was his pleasure and you were more than happy to give it to him.

“I’m - shit-” His chin pressed to his chest, watching as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, laving your tongue over it. “-‘m not going to last long.”

Neither were you if you were being honest. You were right there - waiting for him to fall off the edge with you.

“Cum for me James.” Sucking on the tip you sunk down once more until he pushed against your throat, and you grabbed his hand to press against the back of your head.

It wouldn’t take long and you were certain time was running out fast. Who knows when someone would come check on the both of you - the thought of it exhilarating enough to have you clenching around your fingers. He needed to cum - now - because you could feel your release building up within you. Threatening to be all consuming.

Swallowing around him you used your other hand to toy with his balls, feeling his thighs shake beneath you as he finally gave into his orgasm. A cry of your name echoed off the walls, his head falling back quickly, only to snap towards you at the sound of your moan. He shuddered beneath you when he caught sight of your hand moving quickly as you attempted to prolong your release, even as you swallowed him down.

“I love you,” he breathed out, awe clear on his face at watching you pull off and gasp for air.

You were positive that you looked messy; your lips slick with spit and his cum, your fingers soaked in your own release. It didn’t matter, because he was dragging you up into his lap within seconds, sliding your wet fingers into his own mouth, groaning at the taste of you. Something he had missed while you were gone. Bucky had half a mind to spread you on the floor as he dined on his dessert for the night - a meal sitting before him.

Letting out a giggle you pulled the strap of your dress back up your shoulder, securing it quickly and beginning to wipe at your lips, trying to seem at least semi-presentable before someone barged in. Bucky did the same, tucking himself back into his pants, yanking you closer for a kiss that had you sagging into his chest.

“I love you more,” you whispered, pushing your nose against his.

He smiled. “Impossible.”

“Oh it’s very possible Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh is it now Mrs. Barnes?” he asked, cupping your chin and running his thumb along your bottom lip - cleaning up what you missed.

Right on cue the door slammed open to reveal Sam and Sharon deep in conversation. His outfit had been changed to a turtleneck and leather jacket and you wondered how Sharon knew you were coming to have clothes in everyone’s size ready to go. She stopped in place at the sight of you straddling Bucky’s lap, his metal hand gripping your thigh.

“On my couch? Are you serious?” she exclaimed. “We were gone for ten minutes.”

Apparently it had taken less time than you originally thought. Smiling you buried your face into Bucky’s neck, hearing him say the one word that would definitely get you banned from ever returning to Sharon’s place.

“Oops,” he said, earning a laugh from Sam.

“Fuck you Barnes,” Sharon sighed, pouring herself a drink.

You were content to remain right where you were, the feeling of his hand running down your back as you breathed him in. A moment that was rare with the life you two led, but perfect all the same.

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thirstyandbeautiful · 3 years ago

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Our Dirty Secret, Pt. 6 daddy

PART ONE ~ PART TWO ~ PART THREE ~ PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SEVEN

Fuck me mate im so nervous. im leaving today

Lando Norris: I thot they were getting on bettr

They are. I’m just nervous to leave them alone together

you didnt see them that day. They were ready to kill each other

Lando Norris: Wats the worse tht can happen

Please don’t make me think about it

Daniel had been really excited, elated really to finally have summer break come. But now that it was here, and you were all back in Australia, he realized that you were all back on the farm, in Australia. You and Michael, living with him in the middle of nowhere land.

Which would’ve been fine if he didn’t constantly have the nagging feeling that he was living with two feral animals ready to rip each other to shreds at any moment.

And that probably wouldn’t even had bothered him much, he loved his little dysfunctional work family. At this point, it was something he was used to supervising. But he really wanted to go see his family, and they wanted to see him. In a rush of excitement during a FaceTime call, they’d invited him for a few days away on a family holiday a few hours from Perth. And of course, he wasn’t going to turn that down.

But now it meant that the two of you would be left unsupervised.

Blood, they’re gonna end up drawing blood. I can see it now-

Fair to what Lando had mentioned, the two of you had been better as of late. Ever since the huge blow up, you both seemed to be a bit more calmed down. You had been sad for a bit, maybe a bit more distanced, but Daniel had been really proud of how gentle Michael had been with you in the days that followed. But that didn’t mean that Daniel couldn’t be worried about what would happen when you both had no supervision.

So he did anything a pseudo-dad friend would’ve done, and decided to talk it out with the both of you individually.

“I’m serious.”

Daniel leaned forward on to the kitchen table, trying to convey his point with his serious face and stance. Michael had been ‘yes’ing him to death all week, and today, ‘the day of’, he was still doing it.

“So am I.” Michael nodded as he finally looked up at Daniel over his breakfast plate.

Daniel sighed and pulled the chair out to sit, he crossed his bare arms, the errant thought of how he probably should’ve worn something a bit more serious than his ‘YEAH RIGHTO MATE’ tank to get his point across.

“You can’t kill her while I’m gone.”

Michael paused his chewing and scanned Daniel’s face before he chuckled, “I don’t know why you’re worried about me, she’s way more likely to fly off the handle than I am.” He shrugged as he shoveled more eggs on to his fork.

“Says the man who almost got us both killed over a party?” Michael flinched at the reminder, “What was that?”

Daniel wasn’t an idiot. It was strange for Michael to put energy into being visibly worked up over a person. But he also knew that Michael had strange emotional tendencies that he hid better than the next person, but not from the person who spent almost every day by his side. So while he could see the response Michael was giving, he couldn’t figure out the cause just yet.

“What was what?” Michael huffed impatiently.

Right, just go fucking direct then.

“You want to fight her, you want to sleep with her, orrrrr?”

“Oh fuck off.”

Daniel rolled his eyes as Michael gave nothing away, “I swear one day the two of you will either kill each other or end up married.”

Michael scoffed and continued eating, not rising an inch to Daniel’s bait.

Daniel stared at him for a moment, waiting for the other Aussie to say something else, or maybe admit that he had a crush or a burning hatred for you.

“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed them as Michael continued eating.

He’d been trying to figure out the two of you for months now and every time he actually paid attention he felt like he got further away from understanding. The two of you fought like cats and dogs, but then there were times where you looked out for each other, played games together on long plane rides, joked, cooked and baked together. There was even a few times that he’d caught the two of you watching tv or a movie together, or coming back from a walk or hike together.

The two of you were completely capable of getting along. Which is why your inability to stay getting along puzzled him.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go talk to her. Forge a peace treaty between you two troublemakers.”

“It’s her, not me!” Michael called to Daniel’s back as Daniel rolled his eyes.

He could feel a headache coming, the precipice of it completely reliant on how this next conversation went. Stopping at your door down the hall, he politely knocked and waited for you to allow him in. You laid on the bed with your laptop in your lap, reclined and wearing shorts and a hoodie.

“What’s up?”

“M’gonna head out.” He leaned his head against the doorframe, his fingers curled around the door handle, “You’ll be alright here?”

“Yes, Daniel.” you drawled sarcastically, an almost identical response to your counterpart.

“I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable,” Daniel picked at a chip in the wood, “I know it hasn’t been very long since Michael said all that mean shit, and-”

“Daniel, really, we’re okay.” You said seriously, sitting up and pushing your laptop aside, “I’ve forgiven him, we’ve talked it out. We both took it too far, but we’re good now.”

“You don’t have to stay here on my account, I won’t even be here. And you don’t have to pretend to be comfortable for me either, I’ll set you up in your own place if you don’t-”

“Daniel.” you cut him off sharply, “It’s gonna be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Daniel asked again.

“Yes!” You laughed, “Now go, go see your family.” You scoffed at how Daniel was frozen in your doorway, “Okay, I swear to you, Daniel Ricciardo, that I will not kill your best friend.”

Daniel nodded and nervously giggled before he finally left your room. He heard you huff, but didn’t let himself feel bad.

“Oh my god, I thought he was actually gonna stay for a minute,” you whine into the phone, “you should’ve heard him going on and on...”

“I can’t believe you’re complaining about having a boss that cares about you, meanwhile you’re fucking his best friend all over his house.”

You cringed, “Don’t say it like that.”

“Do you guys even bother like wiping stuff down after you’re done getting down?”

“Well, we don’t make a mess.”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“I think I hear Daniel leaving, I gotta go-”

“Are you guys using condoms?”

“Bye!”

It was a false alarm.

Apparently, Daniel was packing, so you had to listen to his footfalls all around the house for the next hour, teasing you.

You purposely left your earbuds off and your music on it’s lowest volume after Daniel left your room. You strained your ears as you flitted through multiple dashboards online, while you waited to hear Daniel leave the house. Luckily, Dan seemed to have been even more eager than he originally let on, and put you out of your misery within the hour.

Now, it was game on.

You waited patiently for Michael to come, as you knew he would. A whole week to yourselves, you could feel yourself getting wet just thinking about it. A whole week for you both to get wild, to fuck each other stupid, why the fuck would you want to delay that.

So naturally, you got the party started without him.

Pulling off your shorts and panties, you pulled your hoodie down over your ass as you quietly walked through the house. It was very, very quiet, and you felt exhilarated at the thought that Michael could be anywhere. He could very well be messing with you as well.

Well then, if he wants to sit back and watch, let’s give him a show.

You plopped down on the chestnut colored leather couch and pulled your knees up to your chest so you could plant your feet on the ends of the cushions. With your legs bent and folded at your sides, you spread your knees to each side of your body and shivered as the cool air conditioned room blew against your damp core.

Gently stroking yourself, you eased one finger down your seam before you pressed your fingertip to your clit. Rolling it under pressure, you mewled as the pleasure began to take over your senses. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back before you reached down with bold hands.

One finger tip pressed to your entrance and the other at your clit, you teased yourself relentlessly. You wanted to be wetter than ever for what you had planned for Michael.

You could hear the footsteps coming and lifted one hand to your mouth, sucking on your middle finger before bringing it back down. Rubbing down your lips, you applied pressure and split yourself. Fighting a loud moan, you sunk your finger down to the second knuckle and rubbed your palm against your clit.

The footsteps were getting louder, but was so was the sound of your cunt swallowing your finger.

“Oh, you little devil.”

You smiled as you opened your eyes and took him in. He must’ve came back from a run, judging from his muscle tank, shorts and sneakers. You licked your lips as you also spied him growing in his pants.

“You ready for our vacation?”

He nodded numbly, his cock in his hand through his pants. You hummed as you slowly removed your finger, letting the wet slick glide be nice and loud for him. From the way his jaw went slack and his hand flexed around his bulge, you were getting to him.

“Follow me.” You told him.

You walked at a leisurely pace to your room, where you’d already gotten the bed half turned down with a decent amount of pillows propped against the headboard.

When you walked through the doorway, you crawled on the bed, the air in the room brushing against your cunt each time you lifted a knee.

Michael hadn’t even waited until you turned back around. He was right behind you and even tried to stop you before you could turn right side round.

“No, no, no,” you giggled, “lay back for me.”

Michael looked enchanted with his glossy eyes and his parted lips, mindlessly moving as your hand pushed him back against the headboard.

His hands petted the side of your legs as you threw one over his lap before you abruptly sat yourself on his massive erection. You both groaned as you ruthlessly grind on him. Pressed pussy to cock, you hoped your juices would stain his shorts.

Pressing your hand to his neck, he let you tip his head back so you could kiss his skin. You sucked on Michael’s neck as his large hands squeezed and pulled on the flesh of your body. He was handsy, and all over you.

Michael’s moan sounded pornographic so close to your ear. You whimpered as he squeezed your flesh hard and shoved you down on his stiffness.

“I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to look at me in the eyes for a week without blushing.” He growled, deep and sexy.

You reached behind yourself and gripped his forearms as best you could to pull his hands off of you. When you pulled away from his ravaged neck, he looked at you confused as you sat up in his lap. With just the littlest of pressure, your clit got friction from his clothes as he got nothing.

You smirked at him, “Maybe not, sweetheart.”

Michael looked up at you with his lips parted. You watched his pupils dilate as you lifted his beefy arms until his wrists were crossed behind his head.

“M’Daddy tonight.” You purred as you leaned yourself down towards his tilted back head.

“‘Kay,” Michael rasped.

You grinned at how easily he gave in and let go of his arms, “Undress me.” You commanded.

Michael’s hands were focused and steady as he pulled your hoodie over your head, letting your tits hang out in the open. He leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth, but you pushed your hand against his forehead, pushing it back as you rolled off of him and on to your back beside him.

“Didn’t leave me much to undress, did you?” He teased.

“You’re not here to talk,” you spread your legs and folded your arms behind your head, “make me feel good.”

Without a word of disagreement or sass, his hands touched your knees and pushed between your thighs to spread them.

“So impatient.” You muttered.

Michael looked at you for a moment like he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut. You winked at him as he lowered himself obediently to your waiting cunt. Just as his breath touched your lip, you interrupted.

“No, no, no skipping to the main course, baby. You gotta work your way to that.” You crooked your finger to him and teasingly groped your tit before curling your arm back behind your head again.

He glided up your body like a snake, and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You closed your eyes as he sucked hard and tugged on it between his teeth. In an encouraging gesture, he pulled your knee up over his hip so he could press himself to you. You groaned as his tongue dragged and swirled around your whole tit, covering it in his saliva so it would cool with the air and make you more sensitive. Showing your skin love, his lips pressed to the skin between your tits, gently licking and teasingly nipping the skin like it has a mouth for him to kiss.

By the time he got to your other tit, you were dry humping him. Just as enthusiastic as you were, he rocked with you, rubbing his still clothed cock against your warm, wet cunt.

“Can feel how wet you are through my shorts.”

You whimpered as he pulled on your nipple, “you sure that’s not you?”

He bit harder, making you squeak before you lifted your leg, opening yourself up more to his touch before you planted your foot against the curve of his hip and pushed. He looked up at you as you warned him.

“Behave, and don’t rush.”

His eyes blanked as he nodded. Satisfied with how obedient he was doing, you put your foot down and let him continue. This time, he wasn’t taking anymore speed bumps, his mouth trailed down your stomach to exactly where he wanted to start. Lips pressed to your inner thigh, he gently prodded your thighs up, lifting your hips so you were as open as you could be for him.

He held your inner thighs in his hands and massaged your skin as he admired the view. You watched as he followed every pulse and drip of your cunt as you began to clench and unclench, rock your hips back and forth. You wanted to show him how pretty your pussy was.

“Good boy.” You praised as he met your gaze, “Now get your reward.”

With a groan, he finally leaned in and pressed his tongue into your hole, making you gasp loudly as he penetrated you with his tongue. The long, wet appendage pressed around your walls as you contracted, while his hot breath brushed your clit with his beard. God, you loved his beard.

“Mouth so good, baby.” You praised as you moaned.

He hummed against you as he lapped your juices from you. You arched off the bed as his tongue swirled around your clit before he treated it just like your nipple.

You screeched and giggled from the overwhelming pleasure, “Oh my god, you’re good at eating pussy.” You grabbed his hair and tugged to make him lift his head, “Do you like eating this pussy?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled wickedly as you dropped back against the bed with your arms out, spread wide like your legs.

He lapped, teased and spat on your snatch, giving it all the attention exclusively with his mouth. He ate you up like no other man ever had before and made you see stars. He drove your pleasure like a rollercoaster, catapulting you to the tippy top before he eased you back down, just to return back to that peak and take it from you again.

“Make me cum, baby,” you panted finally, sick of being edged, “make me cum now.”

You had thought Michael was putting everything in it as he was, but evidently you were wrong. After telling him to make you cum, his mouth went into hyperdrive and he seemed to suck harder and licked firmer.

Your back arched and your whimpers got loud as your pleasure peaked again, but this time he didn’t stop and you could feel yourself about to be plunged over the edge.

When it came your vision went white. Your thighs tensed and shook as you came, drenching Michael’s mouth in the slick he’d been feasting on all afternoon.

You gasped for air as he kissed your pussy over and over, giving little kitten licks here and there. When he curled his tongue around your entrance, you knew he meant to amp you back up again.

“Enough, baby, enough.”

You almost laughed at the way Michael looked up at you, his mouth shiny with your juices and confusion in his big brown eyes. It didn’t stop you from shoving his head back though.

“You heard me, enough.”

He looked up at you and closed his mouth, his neck bobbed from swallowing. You wondered how thick his pride was, you were surprised he didn’t gag on it.

His hand skimmed your thighs, which were still splayed open, “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”

“You’ve made me feel plenty good.” you reassured him, “So good, I think I need a nap.”

And with that, you shut your legs and waved your hand, shooing him away.

“Look, I know I’m on probation with you-”

“Who’s in charge today?” You pressed.

He looked at you for a moment before his words came out breathless, “You are.”

“Good boy.” you giggled as he shivered, “Remember that and run along. If I want you later, I know where to find you.”

You rolled on to your side, your back to him and the door. You heard him hesitate, no doubt tempted by the ass you’d just thrown in his face, but he finally padded over to the door. Opening it and closing it softly, he left.

Rolling on to your back, you looked at the ceiling and laughed as you spread your legs to play with your tingling core.

The next morning, Michael climbed out of bed with a chip on his shoulder. It couldn’t really be helped, both because he knew he deserved his punishment and because somehow this woman had really burrowed her way into his sex drive, and now seemed to single handedly own it.

After her little display yesterday, he had left her alone, convinced that she would come to him by nightfall. He’d gone stir crazy in his room waiting until he’d finally called his anticipation quits late into the night. He’d tried to watch porn, tried using his imagination, he just couldn’t cum. It was like a string knotted so tightly that he couldn’t get loose on his own. It was infuriating.

But he hadn’t given in.

Which meant he was still paying the moment he woke up.

So he was tense through cooking and eating his breakfast, all the way to start of his meal prep. It was his cooking day since Daniel was expected back tomorrow. Technically, it was his last day to have you, so he knew you’d come to him. He wasn’t going to go to you.

He chopped up sweet peppers and pretended he chopped in a silent kitchen for peace, not so he could hear any movement from your side of the house. He was halfway through scooping the vegetables he’d diced into containers when he heard a door creak open, and your soft foot steps down the hall.

Michael cursed under his breath as he felt his back straighten, his shoulders lift, naturally broadening himself like a peacock about to strut. It was instinct, he told himself. Even though he was practically shaking when you entered his peripheral vision, fucking humming, as you pranced over to the couch and planted your perfectly shaped ass on a small love seat in the corner of the room.

He refused to look at you, but he could feel you staring at him as he struggled to scoop the vegetables up neatly. The silence dragged between the two of you, but the room felt electrified, like any quick moment could catapult the two of you together. He was so aroused he pressed himself to the counter for some relief. The constant beat of the knife slicing through vegetables and hitting the wooden cutting board echoed in the open floor plan. He felt hot, and rushed, but at the same time, for the first time in the past day, also in control.

“What's up?” you popped the ‘p’, and Michael could’ve smiled at the victory of you breaking the silence first.

As I expected.

What he didn’t expect was for you to get up and make your way over to him to stand by his left side, and leaned until your lips pressed to his ear. Just like that, all his control evaporated as quickly as his knife split the food.

“You can't focus babe?” you teased.

“M’fine.” He smirked, “You come here for something?”

Your hand abruptly pressed to his pelvis, and his hips jumped, rubbing himself hard against the countertop and making him hiss. You snickered condescendingly at him.

“You can't think of anything else but the way it felt to be between my legs last night, huh, Mikey? Did you fall asleep like this?”

Michael’s fast twisted with annoyance, “Shut up.” he growled.

Still breathing against the skin behind his ear, you leaned up so your lips brushed it and whisper, “Make me.” as bite his earlobe.

Michael’s patience snapped like a twig, and in an instant you’re grabbed and lifted off your feet. He pins you to the fridge before you’re roughly kissed. His lips are pressed to yours, his tongue slipping between your lips. When he leaned back from your lips, you tried to follow, but his hand comes up and wraps his hand around your throat. Slowly, he pulls you from the cold metal door and pressed you to the wall. You panted in his face, so turned on from being in the palm of his hand. Your breathing only got shallower as he leaned into your space and sniffed your hair.

Against the wall, he playfully growled and chuckled in your ear, “Oh, darling, you shouldn't have said that.”

“Can we move this to my room?” You asked sourly.

Michael chuckled before he took a step back from you, still holding your neck in his hand as he looked at your form. You had changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants, and while they complimented your figure, Michael knew what complimented it more.

“Take it off.” He said clearly before dropping his hand and looking at you expectedly.

You lifted your chin, making him grin, before you ripped your shirt over your head and shucked your pants down your legs. Standing before him bare, you allowed him to get his eye full before you walked right up to him until you were pressed against his clothed body. His chest rumbled as you reached up and put one hand on his shoulder while the other tilted his head down toward you.

“You can play big, bad Aussie all you want.” You whispered against his lips, “But we both know who’s in charge.”

Gasping, the room spun as you were quickly turned and pulled across the room, a hand pressed to the back of your neck until you were bent over the loveseat you had teased him from just minutes ago.

“Do you feel in control, love?” He pressed himself to your back, dominating you physically.

You bit your lip as you felt your pussy flood with want, “If I’m still getting what I want, yes.”

Michael’s hand let go of your neck, but your body didn’t move an inch. Behind you, you could hear clothes being thrown about, and there was no surprise when you were twisted back around, the back of your knees kicked so you fell to them. When you looked up, Michael smacked your cheek with his cock.

“This what you want?” He waved his cock in your face.

Not willing to submit to defeat yet, you leaned forward and pressed your tongue to the skin between his shaft and balls. He moaned and fisted the back of your hair, trapping your mouth against him as the weight of his cock fell on your head. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his dick all over your face as you sucked on the sensitive skin against your lips.

When you tried to drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, he yanked you to your feet.

“No, I don’t think you’ve earned my cock in your mouth.”

You whimpered as he still squeezed your jaw and spat into your mouth, making your tongue wetter without any cock on it. He fisted your hair in one hand while he stroked himself in the other. Facing each other, he pushed you down so you were bent closer to his other hand.

“Spit on it.”

The second his dick was wet, you were pressed back to your original position. You arched your back, popping your ass upward as you heard him spit on himself again.

“Ohhhhh,” you whimpered as his foot suddenly planted itself in front of your face on the couch.

Michael was going to fuck you into this leather, hard.

“Ahh!” you gasped as his thick dick pressed into you and split you open, his hips roughly and savagely pushing inside of you.

The pressure threatened to send you over the edge early as he forced you to adjust to him quickly. He fucked you with sharp shallow thrusts as he continued to fuck his way into you. He slipped deeper and deeper in you as you surrendered your body to him like putty.

Your pussy was sore from the days of play, and Michael seemed to be getting rougher.

“So fucking tight, still swollen from last night.”

You grunted as you reached under yourself and squeezed one of your nipples, “Was still dripping out of me this morning.”

“Yeah?” He drove his hips forward, spearing your cunt with deep, strong thrusts that had you pushing yourself up on your toes, “Yeah baby, raise that ass, I wanna be deep like last night.”

You whimpered loudly, which earned you a harsh smack. Somehow, you’d gotten away without a single semi permanent mark on your ass, but it still hurt to sit.

“Fuck,” he growled as he leaned over you, his weight pushed more on the foot next to your face, “I should’ve fucked your ass this week.” His thumb pressed to your other entrance as you moaned, “Yeah, I know, you would’ve loved it.”

“Mmmm,” you groaned, “next time.” you giggled, cock drunk.

Michael drove himself into you harder, clearly wanting to cum. You’d gone way past the usual dragging orgasms out of each other. Your orgasms came violently with how sudden they were, and you’d been racking up new records all week. From the way his hilt swelled outside the rim of your pussy, you knew his balls were drawing up to cum.

“Oooo fuck.” Michael growled before he suddenly pulled out of you and pushed his thumb inside of you.

You gasped, something like a screech, as your pussy clenched around air as your ass clenched around his thumb. It was so satisfying and yet so maddening as you moaned from the mix of pleasure and disappointment.

“Oh fuck, just let me cum!” You begged, “Please!”

“Please, who?” He slapped your cunt with his cock, “Please, who?” He repeated as he slapped you again.

“Please, Daddy!” You blurted out, not giving a damn.

“See?” he pressed himself back into you completely, his thumb still inside of you, “That’s all you needed to say, love.”

You had no witty responses, just a chorus of moans as you gave in completely. Your hips pressed forward into the couch and you could feel the wet around your open mouth on the cushion. The slick feeling of wet skin against skin made you high, and the feeling of Michael’s sticky body bumping into yours as he fucked you harder and harder, shoving you full of him was maddening.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes-” you chanted as you felt your pussy clench his member as you climbed to your peak.

“That’s it, baby, come on,” he groaned as he pulled his thumb from your ass so he could clench your hips with both hands and pull you to and from his cock, “cum on me, I know you want to.”

You cried out as you got closer and closer, and then suddenly your whole body tensed, from your forehead to your toes, and you came.

Michael leaned over you, his hand slapping down into the cushion as he loudly cursed and groaned as his cock throbbed like a heartbeat in your cunt. You gasped at how hard he was cumming, the hot streams of cum hitting your walls with some force. He groaned with each and every shot he filled you with.

His foot slid off the cushion, and suddenly you were both sinking and tumbling off the side of the couch and to the floor. Your eyes got glossy and you whimpered as your pussy contracted, looking for Michael, aching for him even though you could feel his cum still trying to figure out how to escape your pussy.

“Wow.” Michael sighed as he laid next to you.

You closed your eyes and giggled, “Maybe you should let me be in charge more often?”

“Nah.” You could hear the humor in his voice.

“Oh please,” you rolled to your side and poked his shoulder, “I know you liked it.”

“I liked it until I realized how slow you were.” He laughed when you gasped and playfully hit him.

“Such an asshole.”

“Well, I’m the asshole you’re stuck with so better be nice to me.”

“Yeah, we still got a whole week, huh?”

“Yup.” Michael agreed, “Daniel definitely loves his family time.”

Your head was turned towards his, but the view of his side profile gave nothing away. You knew that Michael got along great with Daniel’s family and friends, but you didn’t know how he really felt about it. Since you’d begun working for Daniel, you’d spent countless days in London, Perth, and everywhere in between, but you’d yet to see Michael take a day off for anything or anyone.

“How come you don’t visit your family when we’re here?” You asked gently, not wanting your words to be misconstrued for anything other than your pure curiosity.

“Don’t have any here.” He shrugged, “Everyone moved to London when I did with Dan.”

Your brows furrowed as you tried to understand, “So London is home for you.”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“But your fam-”

“Yes, my family is there, but my heart with always be here.” He told you softly, “Doesn’t matter where I live, where we go, Perth will always be my first love.”

“That’s oddly romantic coming from you.”

Michael groaned and turned towards you, shifting his body so he could press his face into the shag carpet under you. You laughed at his expense and waited for the next biting remark to follow, but it never came.

“Should’ve enjoyed it while you could have.” He muttered before he gracelessly flipped you on to your stomach and pressed down on your lower back as he straddled the back of your thighs.

“Michael!” You squeaked as you felt his member prod at your puffy entrance, “Wait- ohhhhhhhhh.” you moaned, all your worry about how badly your pussy would hurt tomorrow melted with the deep glide of his cock inside of you.

“Good girl.” he mumbled in your ear as he began to rock his hips.

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Check In (Intrulogical)

A/N: Finished this fic relatively quickly! It's a lot shorter than the Roceit one I posted earlier this week but it's still kinda a long fic lol!

Summary: Directly following the events of WTIT, Remus pops into Logan's room for what he claims is a quick chat, but that quickly grows into something more when the two actually get to talking.

Content Warnings: innuendos, swearing, intrusive thoughts, implied NS/FW (but nothing happens, dw), hurt-comfort

Logan had taken shelter in his room the moment Thomas got home from his outing with Nico. The logical side couldn’t stand to be around the other sides at the moment and he needed to sort out what was going on in his head.

The spectacled side took a deep breath and sat at his desk, staring at the wooden tabletop before slamming his fist down on it. “Fuck!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, infinitely thankful for the magic soundproofing around everyone’s rooms. What would the others think if they heard the rational, level headed (yeah right) Logic yelling expletives at random in his room?

He straightened his tie and glasses and got up, summoning a straw dummy labeled “Thomas”. He stood in front of it and glared at the doll, visibly angry, before he began ranting to it. He talked and talked, yelling at the dummy about how angry he was at being constantly ignored and pushed aside and made fun of, and if the familiar 10 notes announcing a certain Creativity’s presence hadn’t gotten his attention, he would have continued.

“My my Logan, you’ve got so much to say and no one to say it to, huh!” The moustached side raised an eyebrow, smirking at the nerd.

“...what do you want, Remus.” Logan’s words were curt, like he was trying to say just little enough to make the Dark Side leave.

“Gosh, I can’t just talk to a friend?-”

“We are not friends.”

“Ouch!” Remus pretended to be injured. “You’re so prickly, like a kinda sexy cactus! What’s up your ass today?”

Logan stopped and consulted his flashcards, hearing Remus snicker at this and trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning slightly. “Um… Ah.” He found the card he was looking for and examined it a little. “Nothing is ‘up my ass’ today, Remus. You know full well why I’m upset.”

“Uh huh, cuz I called you out on your lying ass.” He sounded irritatingly proud of that fact.

“Yes, well, you got what you wanted. Are you just here to rub it in my face?” Logan stared at Remus, though he noticeably avoided direct eye contact with the gremlin of a side.

Remus frowned. “No, actually.”

“Then you’re here to make me… feel… worse, correct?”

“Nope!” The green-sashed monster grinned.

“Then what do you possibly hope to gain from this interaction?” The blue tied Side frowned. Remus wasn’t here to bug him, or to upset him further? What reason, then, did he have to come to Logan’s room?

“It’s like I said earlier, I wanted to talk to you!”

“...what about?”

Remus shrugged. “I dunno! What do you wanna talk about?”

Logan blinked. “...excuse me?”

“Yeah! Let’s hear what you wanna talk about!” The Duke sat down on Logan’s bed and grinned up at him.

“...” The teacher was silent. “...you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Remus blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I-?”

“Yes, I figured as much. Remus, I don’t have time for your games and if you’re simply going to make fun of me you can just-”

“Woah! Pump the brakes Lo, who said I was making fun of you?” The green side looked legitimately confused.

Logan crossed his arms. “Remus, statistically speaking, a total of… Zero sides share any of my interests. A total of three sides have shown aversion to or have mocked the things I consider interesting or enj- er, have a vague liking towards. Why should I believe you aren’t here to add to the latter set of data?”

“First of all, because I sat through that whole talk.” Remus joked. Seeing that Logan just rolled his eyes, he continued. “And secondly, because we also have some of the same interests! Your census of mockery only includes J-Anus, Emo Boy, Hop-Pop Patton and my dumbass brother!”

“Really? Then what are some of those shared interests, oh Duke of Imaginary Death?”

“That was terrible, one.” Remus held up his pointer finger. “And two, we both like chemistry, and poisoning, and astronomy-”

“Wait wait wait.” Logan held a hand up to silence Remus for a moment. “You… like astronomy?”

“Sure! What’s more existentially terrifying than imagining going hurtling right into the sun, or a black hole, or-” Remus’s eyes widened as he talked about the possibilities.

“Thank you, Remus.” Logic sighed. “But… why talk with… me?”

“Cuz… I kinda owe it to you? After being a dickhead all day?”

Logan blinked. “You didn’t have a phallus for a head today?-”

“Figure of speech, teach.” Remus explained curtly.

Logan ‘ah’d’ and nodded.

“And anyways… I wanted to apologize.”

That caused Logan to stop. “...you… wanted to apologize… to me?”

“Yeah, it’s weird for me too, but it’s true! I didn’t mean to make you so mad you - figuratively - blew up, I just wanted to prove a point.”

“I appreciate your use of the word figuratively Remus, and… thank you.”

“No problem!” Remus grinned and thought for a second. “So… wanna talk about forensics?”

Logan’s eyes lit up. “Do I ever!-” He stopped. “Ah, uh, I mean… If you’d like to…?”

Remus giggled. “Cute! But you don’t have to hide that, not around me at least!”

“...thank you…” Logan smiled softly and the duke’s heart just about stopped.

“Uh, um… no problem Nerdy Wolverine.” Remus smiled weakly at the cute nerd.

The logical side rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Remus’s shoulder, which brought the moustached side’s attention to just how touch starved he was - a problem for another day, Mus.

“So what d'ya wanna talk about? Black lights, true crime?”

“Both interesting conversations, but… how about another topic you mentioned earlier?” Logan sounded timid, like he was scared Remus would stop listening if he dared to change the subject.

“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” The intrusive thot tilted his head at a sickening 180 degree angle, but that didn’t seem to bother Logan.

“You mentioned being fascinated by astrology as well. Would you like to talk about that?”

“Of course I would, my nerdy Astro-Boy Toy~” Remus laughed at his own nickname, to which Logan rolled his eyes again. “What about space, starlight?”

Logan’s smile grew ever so slightly, thankfully drawing Remus’s attention to that as opposed to his pink cheeks. “Well… let’s talk about constellations. You’re a storyteller of sorts, what’s your favorite constellation origin story?”

“Ooh, how fun!” Remus grinned. “Well, I personally love the story of Aquila, the king who got turned into a golden eagle messenger thing because Zeus got jealous of how much people liked him! You know, he’s the one who brought Zeus his cupbearer, Ganymede? That’s where the Aquarius constellation comes from! He was some Trojan prince, he ended up being the god of homosexual love! Historians think his name was a euphemism, since it’s a combination of the Greek words for ‘gladdening’ and ‘genitals’!”

Logan nodded and watched Remus explain the stories, smiling at how enthusiastically Remus shared the information. Remus noticed this and stopped. “Well, how ‘bout you, teach?”

“Huh?” Logan blinked, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Remus’s voice.

“You wanted to talk about constellations! What’s your favorite story?”

“Oh, um… I enjoy the story of Orion, the hunter who killed so many innocent creatures that Gaea sent a large scorpion to kill him and then put both of them in the stars for all eternity.”

“Huh! So that Scorpio constellation…?”

“Yes, that’s its origin story as well.” Logan smiled.

“Funny! I would never have guessed it!” That wasn’t true. Remus knew each and every constellation origin story like the back of his palm. He loved Greek mythology, but the only thing he loved more than that was seeing how Logan’s face lit up when he got to explain it. “Any other stories?”

The teacher blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Oh, um… I also enjoy the Cassiopeia story…”

The duke’s face brightened, eagerly awaiting Logan’s explanation. The spectacled astronomer’s face turned pink when he realized this, not sure what to do with this sort of attention.

“Well, Cassiopeia was a queen in Ancient Greece and she claimed to be the most beautiful thing in creation, which Posideon took personally since he had made what he considered to be the most beautiful creatures, and those were the sea nymphs. So Posideon sent Cetus, this giant sea monster, to torment the town, and he told the citizens that if they wanted him to get rid of the monster, Cassiopeia would have to apologize. She didn’t, so they asked if they could do anything else, and Posideon said if they sacrificed Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda to him that Cetus would go away, so the townspeople kidnapped her and brought her down to the pier. Poseidon didn’t like that, of course, since he was really just trying to get Cassiopeia to apologize and didn’t want some poor mortal’s blood on his hands so he let Perseus save her and kill Cetus.

“As punishment for almost letting her daughter die to save her own pride and for insulting the gods, they put her in the sky upside down on a chair to humiliate her for the rest of time.” Logan had gotten pretty excited while he explained the story, grinning widely as he finally finished it.

Remus was silent the entire time, watching how happily Logan told him a story he’d heard a million times before and thinking about how nice it was to be able to hear it from the nerd’s perspective.

Logan, finally remembering Remus was there, coughed softly and adjusted his tie, his smile fading. “Um, apologies, Remus. Thank you for letting me ramble.”

“Lo, you were telling a story! That’d be really dickish for someone to just cut you off during a story, you know?”

“I know, but I still appreciate it.” Logan yawned and Remus realized he looked tired, like the story had exhausted him.

“You wanna take a nap, teach?” The duke frowned and tilted his head.

“I… I have to finish up my work for the day…” The logical side moved his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“...Lo?”

“Yes…?”

“You had a long day. Yes it was cuz I was being a bitch, but still, you need to get some sleep. Or, y’know, I’m gonna be even more of a bitch to deal with!” Threatening intrusive thoughts usually worked to get Janus to go to bed when he refused to sleep, so he figured he’d try the technique out on Logan.

The nerd however simply shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t think so, Remus. I can… I can handle you…”

“You couldn’t today, could you?” Remus accidentally blurted out before immediately covering his mouth. “Oh my god I didn’t mean that-”

“It’s fine, Remus.” Logan stated, rubbing his eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t handle you today. But I really do have to finish working on this-”

“I’ll stay with you if you go to bed!” The duke once again blurted out. “Cuz I don’t think you’d wanna stay alone with Orange so close by, y’know? I can stay and like, fend him off!”

Logic blinked at the proposition and squinted. “...you… want to stay with me? Why are you so adamant about me getting proper sleep?”

“Well one, cuz it’s already 10:30 at night, and two, cuz… you know, I don’t wanna end up actually hurting you!”

That further surprised Logan. “You don’t want to end up hurting me? I was under the impression that that’s something you enjoyed.”

“Well…” Remus was hesitant to explain - that tipped Logan into the fact that it was probably something more than that.

“What’s really going on Remus?” The stern side crossed his arms and stared at the Creativity.

“...okay, I don’t wanna be alone tonight!” The duke stomped his foot and crossed his arms, looking away. “My nightmares have been getting worse and Janus is hanging out with Roman and Patton today and Virgil hates my guts so I figured I’d at least try to hang out with the one side that for some reason still tolerates my dumb ass!” He sounded a little hurt, and added, “Or, one that wouldn’t immediately kick me out or hit me with a broom at the mere sight of me.”

Logan blinked. “Nightmares? You suffer from nightmares?”

Remus sighed and tugged on his sash. “Yeah, they suck ass - not in a fun way - but it’s part of the job description, y’know?”

“I don’t. But… does this mean you also suffer from intrusive thoughts?”

“...yeah… They’re kinda the reason I came in here in the first place...”

The logical side sighed. “Remus, you could have told me sooner you just needed company. I’m not the best at keeping up conversation but I could have at least put on a movie for you to refocus on something other than your intrusive thoughts.”

The duke blinked. “You… you’re not gonna just kick me out?”

“Why would I? You’re in need of assistance and I’m going to provide it for you.” Logan got up and rummaged through his DVD stack. “What would you like to watch?”

Remus stretched and looked over. “Whatever ya want, Sub-astute but Super Cute Teacher.”

Both sides flushed red when they realized what Remus had said.

“...interesting nickname, Remus.” Logan gulped, looking down.

“Yeah, uh…” The duke laughed weakly. “Well, I guess that cat’s out of the plastic bag it was choking in, huh?”

“What, that you think I’m cute?” The teacher looked over at the moustached Creativity. “You already called me sexy.”

“Well yeah, but that felt less… sappy, than calling you cute. And anyways, I meant that I was into you. Ooh, do you have Coraline?”

Logan stopped. “...repeat that, please?”

“The Coraline thing?-”

“The thing before the Coraline request.”

“Oh yeah, I like you.” Remus was right to the point, like always. “When I saw you take the shuriken to the face and just keep on moving right along… God, that was an image!” The duke gripped his thigh and shook his head, stopping himself from reaching down his pants.

“And you’re telling me this now… why?” The teacher was still reeling from the initial confession.

“We don’t get to talk one-on-one a lot! Plus, I don’t really like talking about cutesy emotions - that’s Roman’s department, y’know?”

Logan nodded slowly.

“Anyways, I changed my mind on the movie, can you put on Monster House?”

The spectacled side nodded and got the CD for Monster House, putting it in the DVD player and sitting next to the green-sashed side. He should have figured Remus wouldn’t be the type to linger on his feelings, and he was grateful for that at least. He couldn’t handle talking about feelings for long periods, especially not his own, but to have one of the most passionate sides just drop the fact that they liked him and immediately move on from that fact? It was odd. He almost couldn’t believe it.

Remus meanwhile was laying on the bed and watching the movie intently, smiling brightly at the screen before realizing that Logan had gotten into bed next to him. He turned over a little and growled “seductively” at the teacher, who laughed softly at the dark creativity. The sound caused butterflies to erupt in the duke’s stomach, flustering him a little. He smiled back at the logical side before returning his attention to the movie.

Logan meanwhile admired Remus, watching as he talked excitedly about the movie. He found it strangely endearing, how excitable Remus got when he was able to talk about things he found interesting. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he found himself falling asleep soon after the thought passed through his head. The astronerd yawned and passed out, sleeping peacefully next to the intrusive side.

The duke didn’t notice until he felt warm arms wrap around him. It startled the hell out of him, but he relaxed after he realized it was simply the sleeping teacher clinging to him. He carefully took Logan’s glasses off and turned off the TV before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

**The next morning**

Logan woke up first the following morning, still a little tired but feeling much better than he did the previous night. Vision blurry, the blind scholar felt around his nightstand for his glasses before realizing he was curled up into another person. He quickly got his specs on and saw the sleeping form of Remus below him, remembering that Remus had asked to stay with him the night before.

He looked at the sleeping creativity, who looked much more peaceful (and admittedly much cuter) asleep than he ever did awake. Still feeling somewhat tired, the Sherlock kinnie looked away and closed his eyes, feeling his face start to burn. When did he start thinking of Remus as “cute”?

Logan didn’t have too much time to dwell on it as he heard Remus start to stir. “Ugh… morning starshine…”

The teacher jumped and sighed. “Oh, good morning Remus. Did you sleep well?”

“Like an asphyxiated baby… you?” Remus groaned and stretched, waking up a bit more.

“I slept well too.” Logan fidgeted with his hands. The dark creativity, sensing the spectacled nerd’s unease, sat up and went to get off the bed. He was somewhat shocked to feel Logan tug on his sleeve. “Stay. I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night.”

“Oh… that.” Remus sighed and sat back on the bed. “What about it?”

“I… I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I think I reciprocate your feelings?”

Remus’s expression changed from slight concern to a poorly hidden malicious grin. “Oh? You’re into me?”

“I… think I am.” Logan nodded slightly.

The duke was silent for a moment before bursting into a grating cackle. “Oh- oh my god! Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me nerd!”

The scholarly side tensed up and blinked. “Excuse me?-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What kind of goddamn loser are you, to think I - or anyone really - would like you?! Especially after the bullshit you pulled yesterday, like Jesus Christ you’re pathetic!”

Logan’s heart sank as he heard Remus say this. “So you were, what, mocking me?!”

“No shit, Sherlock!” The intrusive side cackled once again before morphing into a huge octopus-human hybrid monster and grabbing the teacher. “You’re so fucking stupid! What on Earth made you think someone like me would like someone like you?! You’re lucky any of the others even talk to you anymore!”

Logan panicked as the tentacles pulled him up to Remus’s razor sharp teeth, about to chomp down on his head, when-

“Lo! Logan, wake up!” The logical side heard Remus’s voice coming from somewhere it should not have been, and Logan woke up with a start. Remus frowned as the teacher practically flung himself away from him.

“Get away from me!” Logan’s voice sounded frantic and panicked, like a cornered animal.

“Woah, woah!” The creativity held his hands up in surrender. “Teach, it’s me!”

The teacher took a few deep breaths and grounded himself, looking around. “...right, right… Apologies, Remus…”

“No problem, Nerdy Wolverine. Now, care to tell me what happened?”

Logan sighed and moved over to Remus, explaining to him his nightmare, tentatively telling the nightmare inducing side that he’d tried professing his mutual love to the other before getting horrendously mocked and belittled.

“Sounds a lot like my Nightmare Nico scenario. Has this happened before?” Remus had managed to ignore his thundering heartbeat and the cheering going on in his head - Logan likes me back!! He could focus on that later. Right now, Logan needed his help.

“No. I don’t normally dream, period, so to get a nightmare is extremely unprecedented.”

“Huh… so, I’m the reason you had the nightmare?”

“That would be the logical conclusion, though I had assumed that your effects would be… muffled, in my room?”

“Maybe it’s a mix of psychological and my effect on you guys? Like you were stressed or anxious about last night so my ability to give people nightmares got amplified?”

Logan nodded. “Interesting hypothesis, and it’s… definitely possible. I apologize for yelling at you earlier.”

Remus shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”

The nerd nodded and the two were silent for a moment before Remus sighed and asked what they were both thinking. “So. I like you, and you… apparently like me back? What does that make us?”

Logan hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. What would you like us to be?”

The duke grinned. “How about boyfriends?”

The scholar smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

Remus beamed brighter and moved a bit before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”

Once again mildly surprised by the other’s bluntness, Logan nodded and scooted closer to the dark creativity. Remus quickly pulled the former into a kiss.

Logan was the first to pull away, flushed red and smiling to himself. “I think I could get used to this.”

Remus grinned and took the scholar’s hand. “Me too, Lo. Me too.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #intrulogical #ts logan #ts remus #tw innuendo mention #tw swearing #tw implied ns/fw (but nothing happens)#hurt comfort #long post #sanders sides fanfiction #lucifer writes

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thewheezingwyvern · 4 years ago

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Salt Lines

Demon!Aizawa x Witch!F!Reader x Demon!Shinsou

Summary: You summoned two demons for a favor. Little did you know that they had different ideas on how they wanted you to pay for their services.

Rating: Here be smut!

Word count: 4.3k

Kinks: Blowjob, Threesome, Spit roasting, Double penetration, Dirty talk

Notes: Banner edited by me, base photo can be found here. Tagging: @secondhand-trash, @animewh0re, @marilla-eldriana, @heyybrittannia, @redbeanteax, @blueflame-dabi, @mari-writes-smut, @league-of-thots, @dee-madwriter , @theravencawsatmidnight, @bratwritings, @knifeewifee, @mirakumiruku, @raekahnsfw

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To say that they were gorgeous was a vast understatement. The two demons that you had summoned were in possession of an otherworldly attraction that ensnared your attention. At first glance they looked like exceptionally gorgeous humans, skin bathed in an alluring glow with lean bodies that radiated power. But closer inspection revealed two pairs of eyes that glowed like hellfire and powerful curved horns that betrayed their nature.

"A brave witch," The one on the left observed, a shock of lavender hair floating on an infernal wind from the summoning circle, "to summon not one but two demons to her bidding."

The one on the right curled a faint smirk, dark hair twisting in a storm around his jaw and neck, "Is the witch ready to pay double for her favor?"

A raw rush of power roiled against your circle, a loud hum reverberating through your bedroom.

"Your price?" you asked through gritted teeth.

The lavender haired demon twisted a grin on his mouth, dark eyes slipping past your form to eye your bed, "Convenient place you've chosen to summon us..."

It did not take you long to connect the dots, “I wasn’t looking for Incubi…”

A deep laugh rumbled in the dark-haired one’s chest, “Incubi aren’t the only ones who can seek pleasure.” he lifted a lazy hand and trailed it along your circle, the barrier crackling violently against his skin, “It’s nearly impossible to resist when an attractive witch like you summons us.”

A shudder rolled down your spine, his voice a pleasing caress to your ears. Purple eyes watched you with a burning intensity, accompanied by a knowing smirk. The raw energy swelling through your bedroom was intense and it sensitized your skin as they eagerly drank in the sight of your figure. You considered the proposition. As far as demon deals went, this seemed to be the lowest risk to you, compared to having to offer up something of great value to you personally or even owe them a favor. But you knew better than to just blindly accept.

“Name your terms specifically.” you replied firmly, fighting back the shudder as they both eyed you from behind the barrier, “Or I banish you.”

“The terms are simple” the black haired one said, “In exchange for whatever favor you ask from us, we get to have our fun with you.”

“Define ‘fun’.”

A laugh emerged from the one on the left, “It’s really not complicated, witch. We get to fuck you.”

Your mind flooded with thoughts of being pressed between the two of them, hot and eager mouths devouring you while greedy hands reveled in the feel of your skin. Curious, your eyes trailed over their forms once more. Their clothes were modern enough, a trait demons have done for centuries, adapting to suit the times with each summon. But beneath the clothes you could see hard muscle and it made your mouth water at the thought of seeing them both.

Still wary, you narrowed your eyes, “And if I start to feel uncomfortable with some of your ideas of fun?”

“All you have to do is say so.” Dark eyes hooded sensuously from beneath wild black hair, “After all, we want you writhing in pleasure and we can’t do that if you don’t like it.”

You paused thoughtfully, “You have a deal.”

Throwing all caution to the wind, you dropped the circle. Before you could blink the two descended upon you, the dark haired one pulling you to him, your back pressed against your chest while his hands roamed along the lines of your body. As the other demon pressed against you from the front, hot mouth finding purchase on your neck, your voice rasped out of your open mouth.

“Names. What are your names?”

Your hoarse request sent a shudder through both of them before the one behind you rumbled out an answer, “Shouta.”

“Hitoshi.” murmured the one with lavender hair into your ear, cool teeth nibbling at your earlobe.

Their bodies were blazing hot, a manifestation of hellfire contained within flesh as they crowded against you. Your own temperature increased when Hitoshi claimed your mouth with his own. His kiss was intense and deep, pulling your breath out of you to hold it prisoner behind his teeth. Shouta kissed his way up your neck to nibble on your ear, hot hands gripping your hips.

Pressed as you were between them, you could feel the firm and rigid lengths of both of them pushed against you. When the length behind you rutted up against your ass, you groaned into Hitoshi’s mouth. Eager for more, you reached your arms behind you to embrace Shouta’s neck, grinding back against him. A pleasured growl filled your ears in response to your movements.

“Nice shirt.”

Deft fingers stole around to the front of your shirt, a button up, and he slowly set to work undoing each one. His progress was slow and tantalizing, taking the opportunity to relish in the feel of your soft skin along the way. Meanwhile, Hitoshi was growing rougher in his kisses, his hands reaching around to squeeze your ass tightly. He kneaded the supple flesh there, savoring the feel and how you groaned against him with the motion. Sinful hands parted your shirt, baring your torso and bra to them.

Hitoshi pulled back to bore his gaze into you, “Every inch of you is ours tonight. How could we possibly resist such a tempting little Kitten?”

While his mouth returned to your neck, peppering scorching kisses down to your chest, Shouta growled into your ear, “I want to taste you so fucking bad. I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, his hand stealing away past the waistband of your jeans and underwear to dip into your core. You were drenched just like he expected and when Shouta felt your dripping want, he groaned. Slick fingers were held up before your face, evidence of your desire glinting in the soft glow of the candles and string lights of your bedroom.

“Shit. Look at how wet she is, Hitoshi.”

The demon in question pulled back to look at his fingers. Darkened eyes shifted over to look at you, drinking in your pleasured face. A smirk crawled across his face before he reached over to take Shouta’s wrist in his hand before guiding it over to your lips.

“Taste yourself, witch.”

You opened your mouth and took his fingers into your mouth. The musky flavor of your arousal burst across your tongue and you eagerly sucked on Shouta’s fingers. The act had both demons growling and pressing you even tighter between them.

“That’s it.” Shouta rumbled into your ear.

“You want something else to suck, don’t you?”

The sound of Hitoshi’s husky voice had you whining and squirming. Yes. A thousand times yes! Shouta was breathing heavily in your ear, rutting against your ass with his growing hardness. A pair of hands shoved your pants down, leaving you in your underwear and open button down shirt.

Hitoshi was eager to touch, palms gliding over your exposed thighs. The sensation was tantalizing, leaving you squirming in your need. A heated palm cupped your sex, a whine escaping you at the touch. It wasn't enough. You needed more. Shouta pulled his fingers free to reach around and cup your breasts, pushing them together in offering for the demon in front of you.

“You have the most tempting body...”

The rumbling growl of Shouta’s voice against your skin sent a powerful jolt of arousal right to your pussy, clenching in anticipation of being filled. Hitoshi’s indigo eyes blazed with hunger, drinking in your disheveled state before dipping his head down to take a nipple into his mouth. A plaintive whine emerged from you, pleasure singing through your nerves as his clever mouth suckled at your breasts. Hot fingers made their way past your underwear to stroke along your weeping slit, your hips bucking in need.

“We are going to devour you. Would you like that?” Shouta chuckled against your ear, taking great pleasure in your answering whimper, “We’re going to stuff you so full of cock that you won’t know how to think.”

“God yes!” You groaned out, head lolling back to rest on his shoulder.

While your chest was teased and kissed and sucked, another mouth found your neck again, teeth biting down on the tender flesh there. Hard. It was a heated move that made your pussy clench, searching for something to fill it. Demons bite to claim, you realized, a way to ward off others of their infernal brethren from getting ideas. The idea of being claimed by these two, held and guarded jealously was unspeakably arousing and it made you wiggle your hips against the fingers stroking your aching sex.

“So eager.” Indigo eyes swam into your vision as he threaded his fingers into your hair, lifting up your head to stare at your face properly., “Let’s hear it, girl. Do you want us to fuck you? To claim you?”

Fuck. That voice, heavy with a demonic, possessive growl made you tremble in need. Your hips bucked again, seeking more friction, more pleasure, your pussy needing to be filled. The sight of him staring at you, luminous eyes setting your blood on fire, caused your voice to fail. You nodded desperately, panting as Shouta suckled at your skin, greedy hands massaging your breasts.

“Use your words.” Hitoshi instructed.

“Beg for it.” the dark haired demon behind you corrected, “I want to hear you beg. Beg for us pretty little witch.”

A single finger began drawing tight but maddeningly slow circles around your needy clit. Your chest heaved, panting beneath the current of their desire as you spiraled into a mess of trembling limbs. A second hand dipped between your thighs, Shouta’s hand, and gathered up the pooling slick onto his finger tips. A faint squeak of surprise jolted from you when that same hand pressed into your ass, teasing the puckered hole there. You pressed your butt back against him, urging him to push his fingers into you but he drew back.

“Beg for it.” Shouta growled to you, “Tell us what you want.”

Cool teeth nipped at your lower lip, hot breath washing over your face. They were impossibly close and yet not close enough. Under normal circumstances you would give them more resistance and make them earn your begging. But you were so hot, so tightly wound with intense need that you felt certain you were going to burst. You shuddered between them.

“Please! Please I need you both!”

“Please what, Kitten?” rumbled Hitoshi, “You have to tell us what you want.”

You whined, bucking against their hands yet they pointedly did not give you what you wanted.

“Please! Please just fuck me! I need it so bad, please!”

The answering growls you received was enough to make your bones quake, previously luminous eyes glowing like hot coals in a dark night. A hand, impossible for you to tell who it belonged to, abruptly ripped your underwear off of you. The loud sound of fabric tearing cut through the air, making you squawk indignantly.

“Hey! Those were my- Ah-!”

Hitoshi had moved so fast you had never noticed him drop to his knees before you until he latched his mouth to your clit. The sensation was so intense it made your knees buckle, your quaking body only held upright by Shouta’s powerful arm still clamped around your waist. Slippery fingers prodded at your rear, until you felt one slide in, a soft moan tumbling from your lips at the stretch.

You were impossibly wet, your juices leaking at a slow but steady rate as the two demons ravaged you. Hitoshi hefted up your left leg, resting it on his shoulder as he feasted on your dripping sex, drinking in the flavor of your arousal. The sounds he made down there were obscene, vulgar slurping and sucking permeating the air as he growled against your want.

“You like that don’t you?” came Shouta’s voice in your ear, sinking a second finger into your ass, “Him eating out your pussy while I have my fun here with this cute ass of yours?”

You needed to feel their skin on yours. It wasn’t fair that you were the only one completely bare while they had their way with you. Desperate to turn the tables, you reached around and grabbed his cock through his pants. The answering hiss alone was enough to drive your arousal up. But the part that made you lick your lips, the detail that made your mouth water in anticipation was his girth. He was large enough that you couldn’t even get your hand to close all the way around it

You balked at the idea of him being able to fit that in your ass. Could your body even handle a cock that large?

“Careful, girl. Keep grabbing my cock like that and you won’t be able to walk for days.”

Oh fuck. That was too much. Between Shouta’s fingers in your ass, the growls against your skin and Hitoshi’s mouth working at your clit, your hips rutted to seek the pleasure you needed. Eager to see you fall apart, the two demons intensified their attentions, a third finger stretching your asshole while three were added to your aching and empty pussy. When they scissored within you, you howled out your pleasure, trembling against them while you struggled to palm his erection.

“Fuck.” he cursed behind you, “I can’t wait anymore.”

Infernal magic sizzled around him, melting away the modern clothes he was clad in until Shouta was left just as bare as you. As he eased the tip of his throbbing cock into you, you hissed, the stretch already intense to accommodate his girth. He sank in slowly, gradually advancing so you could take in all of him. It stung and you strained to adjust, struggling to keep your hips still against the lips that dined between your legs.

Until you felt Hitoshi’s teeth rake across your clit.

White stars burst before your eyes, your abdomen tightening before your hips rocked wildly, seeking out the start of your orgasm. You were so close, teetering on the edge of a hungry mouth and a rock hard cock sheathing into you, ready to fall over the side at a moment's notice. Hitoshi snapped his eyes up to look at you, illuminated eyes scorching a trail across your skin to bore into your own gaze. It was his eyes that performed the smirk that his mouth was too preoccupied to do, wicked delight glowing like a hot coal in those indigo depths.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cursed, “Please, Hitoshi, I’m so close! Please!”

Shouta snapped his hips forward, your skin slapping against his, “Scream for us, Kitten.”

Hitoshi growled his approval against your pussy, the vibrations shooting right to your clit and across your nerves. That pushed you over the edge with a shout, a delicious fall into wild and frenzied bucking, your desire pouring out of you and into his hot and ready mouth. You panted and whimpered, the sight of him so eager to consume your fluids while Shouta rutted into you from behind was so arousing.

Lavender head lifting, the light from your bedroom and the candles caught on your slick glistening on his lips and chin. A tongue lashed out to clean up your essence, his body rising to his feet. You were greeted with a smirk as he drank in your blissed expression, mouth hanging open as you panted for air, breasts bouncing with each of Shouta’s thrusts.

“Good girl.” he purred behind you, fingers giving your hips an appreciative squeeze, “Good fucking girl.”

Sensuous lips claimed yours, the musky tang of your own essence flooding your mouth. Growls reverberated in your ears from the two demons boxing you between them, ungodly heat simmering along your skin. Shouta grew rougher, thick cock twitching inside of you with each thrust, nails biting into your skin. A whine of protest escaped you when he pulled out of you, leaving you achingly empty.

“I think it’s only fair that you return the favor. Let’s see you take two demon cocks at once.”

A squeal escaped you as you were abruptly tossed onto the bed, mattress creaking to catch you. Shouta was on you before you could even blink, flipping you onto your hands and knees with your face near the edge of the bed. Roughly he pressed himself back into your ass, stretching and reaching deep inside of you. When Hitoshi came back into your view he was nude, hard lines of his body nearly glowing in the dim haze of your candles and string lights. Your mouth watered at the sight, fingers fisting into the comforter of your bed. He looked so sinful and sexy and you wanted to turn around to get a good look at Shouta in nothing but his skin.

“Think you can handle us both, Kitten?” grunted the demon behind you, snapping his hips to slap against the skin of your ass, “If you’re scared now, we won’t fault you too much.”

Did you think you could handle them both? You weren’t sure. The one dick deep inside of you already stretched you so wide it was at the upper threshold of pleasure. But the part that you found intimidating was before you. Hitoshi was thick. So much so that you felt your jaw ache at the idea of taking him into your mouth. Were you even capable of accommodating something that large?

You had your doubts but the teasing tone from Shouta urged you forward, “Fuck me like you mean it. Unless you’re scared?”

Hips stuttered to a stop, stilling as they both drank in what you just said. What you just challenged. Indigo eyes, still glowing, fluorescent embers were wide for a moment before hooding. A dangerous smirk crossed Hitoshi’s lips, carnal teeth peering out between them. There was a raw infernal energy that rolled off of both of them, powering against you and scintillating across your skin. It abruptly became very clear that they both had been holding back.

Their energy made you feel nearly drunk, spiking your own desire until you felt you were going to burst out of your own skin. There was a moment where you felt like you would regret your words but that vanished under the idea of being completely ruined by two indescribably sexy demons. Demons that were overcome with desire for you. They may be running the show but the thought of them so enamored with you gave you a power all of your own.

A dark chuckle emerged from Hitoshi, eyes intensely more luminous than before. As he drew closer, sensuous kisses were pressed to your back, following the pillar of your spine. It was almost soft, tender and tempting. But you could sense it was a preclude to the storm they were about to unleash upon you. The lavender haired demon sifted his hand through your hair before dipping to your chin, angling your head up to look at him, cock pulsing in front of your face.

“Remember you asked for it, witch.”

Shouta burst to life behind you with a snarl, powering himself forward into you. It was so abrupt and intense, you cried out, pleasure and pain intertwining in a dance along your nerves. His thrusts were rough, wild and utterly carnal. And your own cries swelled when wicked fingers snaked around to pinch your clit. At the same time, Hitoshi fisted his hand into your hair and yanked it back down to stare at his length.

“Suck it.” growled out Shouta, “A slutty little witch like you knows how, right? Go on. Let me see you suck his cock.”

Eagerly, you parted your lips and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Hitoshi hissed quietly, bucking his hips at the sensation. The action caused you to cough in response, throat spasming at the intrusion. You heard him groan as you tried to sink his length further into your mouth, jaws stretching to accommodate him properly. Before they might have let you take your time, get used to taking on the sheer size of him, but your challenge earlier erased that possibility entirely.

The two of them set a rigorous pace thrusting into you, two demon cocks filling you to capacity. They were rough, man handling your frame until you could feel bruises forming on your hips and your scalp stinging from Hitoshi’s insistent tugging on your hair. You could taste his pre, salty on your tongue as you hollowed out your cheeks. The growls were incredibly arousing and Shouta’s persistent fingers on your clit only served to work you into a frenzy, driving you to take both of them as much as you could.

“Fuck you look good like that.” came Hitoshi’s voice, hoarse with desire, “Do you want my cum?”

You hummed in the affirmative but suddenly gave a muffled squeal when a hand descended down onto your right ass cheek. The skin stung sharply with the abrupt abuse and you knew it was going to bruise later. When you were spanked again you yelped again, earning a loud moan from Hitoshi.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Shouta told you.

Even though you couldn’t see him, you could hear the smirk in his voice. The tone emboldened you, thrusting your hips back to meet one of his powerful strokes, skin slapping against his. Shouta gave a pleasured growl, cock twitching inside of you. Things were getting heated and messy, lines of drool dripping from your mouth. It was a struggle to keep taking in the massive dick, your throat constantly working around his thrusts.

“Your mouth feels so good.” Hitoshi told you, abruptly pulling out of your mouth, “But I know somewhere that will feel better.”

“Shit -ah! Please. I need to cum!”

A positively feral snarl ripped from Shouta’s throat, a rough hand gripping you by the neck and hauling you up right. The other demon clamored onto the bed, mattress dipping beneath his weight. Hitoshi’s cock was rock hard, dark red from blood flow and was twitching with need. Lips pressed to your ear as the thrusts behind you grew more fervent and wild.

“You want to cum, pretty witch? Alright we’ll make you cum. We’re going to fill you up.”

“Yes!”

Shouta pulled you tightly against him, hot skin burning against your back, before falling back so you were laying on top of him. The position change had your aching, empty pussy clenching, leaking out your desire in preparation for the fucking it desperately needed. He fisted a rough hand into your hair, pulling sharply to force you to tip back your head, arching your body above him.

Hitoshi was on you quickly, sheathing himself fully into your dripping heat, “Fuck..! You feel so-agh! This pussy is mine. Mine.”

You couldn’t see either of their faces from the angle you were forced to hold yourself in but their powerful, wild thrusts was more than enough to send you careening over the edge of your second orgasm. You came with a scream, bucking your way through the wave of pleasure, trembling limbs spasming around you.

“We’re not done with you yet, Witch.” Shouta whispered into your ear, “We’re going to ruin you. You want that, don’t you? To be a fuck toy for two powerful demons?”

Each movement sent overly sensitized jolts through you, your body stimulated past it’s threshold and they still continued to pound into you. You writhed and whined between them, feeling like you were going to split at the seams beneath their attention. Waves of infernal power roiled over you, sensual and erotic like it’s own full body caress.

“I-I ah! I can’t! It’s too much! I can’t!”

“Fuck you like we mean it. Isn’t that what you told us?” drawled Shouta from behind you.

“Yes…” you whimpered out.

“Tell us to stop, Kitten.” Hitoshi murmured to you between his wild thrusts, “You know the rules. You have to tell us to stop.”

It was overwhelming, thrumming through your nerves right to your core, so intense it was almost painful. But you didn’t want to stop. You wanted and needed this. Tightly wound already from your desire, it sprung to an even higher level when Shouta pinched your sensitive clit between his clawed fingers. You howled in pleasure, white fuzz swimming into your vision as you endured through their ministrations. Whimpers escaped you when Shouta’s other hand slipped up and cupped your left breast, thumb stroking a nipple.

The sensation made you buck and squirm and writhe between them, heat swallowing you as you tipped over your third orgasm for the night with a scream. The sound of you coming undone was enough to push Shouta over the edge as well, a feral snarl escaping him as he shot ropes of thick cum into you. The sensation was pleasant and you felt yourself fall limp on him.

“Where do you want it?” Hitoshi asked you, grunting in between his strokes.

You were breathless and panting but you still had enough energy to rasp out, “Inside of me. Cum inside me please!”

“Fuck-!”

Hitoshi unloaded into you, spilling hot, sticky seed into your quivering pussy. His hot body laid on top of yours, head resting on your chest. Both demons peppered your skin with slow kisses, the three of you panting and sweating. Your body felt like it was made of jelly, limp limbs falling to either side of you.

“That was…” you croaked out, voice dying in your throat.

“That was good. I love this ass of yours.” Shouta cupped your butt, fingers squeezing into your flesh.

“Hmmmm, be sure to summon us again, Kitten. I have other things I want to do to you.”

Other things? Summon them both again? To get fucked within an inch of your life by the both of them?

Hell. Fucking. Yes.

#BNHA #BNHA smut #Aizawa x reader #Shinsou x reader #Shinsou Hitoshi #Aizawa Shouta #Aizawa x Reader x Shinsou #scheduled post #my writing

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gamergirl929 · 4 years ago

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You’ve Got A Bad Reputation (And I Won’t Be A Part Of It) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Anonymous Request: I just need me some thot alex in my life!

Some thot Alex with some angst sprinkled innnnn!

You had been with the NWSL for a short time, and were quickly noticed by the USWNT coach, Vlatko Andonovski, the man calling you up almost immediately.

Your Chicago Red Star’s teammates were incredibly welcoming, Alyssa Naeher, Julie Ertz and Tierna Davidson happy that you’d gotten invited to camp along with them.

“You’re gonna love it, everyone is so sweet.” Julie grins as you make your way onto the bus, the USWNT members glancing your way, but you only notice a certain pair of blue orbs on you, their owner smirking.

Alex Morgan had a bit of a... Reputation per say.

The cocky USWNT veteran forward wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted, and that INCLUDED women.

She’d built a sort of reputation over the years, being seen with countless women, but never seen with them again.

Alex wasn’t a one-woman kind of girl either, the cocky soccer player gaining the attention of anyone and everyone.

Julie’s eyes narrow, sending Alex a glare, a glare that Alyssa also shoots her way, the forward clearing her throat as she turns away, but still, she watches you out of the corner of her eye.

Julie keeps her blue orbs on her, eyes narrowed.

Unbeknownst to you, Julie leans towards her, growling through her teeth.

“Don’t you even think about it.”

Alex smirks, sending the blonde a wink and she groans, causing you to turn your head, but instead of looking at her, your eyes lock with the forward’s the woman grinning.

She sends you a wink before turning away, your cheeks blood red as you stare at her profile.

The second you turn away Julie leans back in towards Alex, who simply smirks as she looks at the blonde who snarls at her.

“I will literally kill you Alex Morgan and make it look like an accident.”

***

Apparently, Alex didn’t put any stock in the threat, because the second she’s able she’s making her way towards you.

“Hey.” She grins charmingly and you clear your throat.

“H-Hi.”

Alex smirks, eyeing you intently.

“You always so shy?” She teases and you clear your throat, shuffling from foot to foot.

“S-S-Sometimes...” You stammer, cheeks flushing when Alex nonchalantly tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes as wide as saucers and cheeks blood red.

A ball suddenly flies out of nowhere, nearly smacking Alex in the side of the head but she ducks, the two of you turning in the direction the ball had come from.

Julie Ertz stares your way, her arms crossed across her chest as she shoots Alex with a deadly glare.

The forward shrugs, sending her a smirk.

“A little close JJ.” Her lips split into a grin and Julie snarls.

“OH, I can get closer.”

Your eyes narrow as they flick from Alex to Julie and back, the forward giving you a wink before she rushes back on field.

“We’ll talk more later.”

You nod, dumbly waving at the forward.

“Ye-Yeah, s-sure.”

***

“Alexandra Patricia Morgan.”

Alex turns around, a single brow arched as Julie advances on her, scowling.

“Yes?” Alex asks innocently and Julie growls.

“Y/N is OFF LIMITS.” The blonde spits and Alex shrugs, glancing at you from across field.

Your eyes widen when you realize you’d been caught stating, your attention snapping away from the two USWNT veterans.

Julie gives Alex’s ear a flick.

“I’m serious. I’ll have Alyssa snap you in half.” Julie nods down field where Alyssa is standing eyes narrowed as she glares at the forward.

Alex glances back at you, again finding your eyes on her and Julie.

“But then Y/N will miss me.” She shrugs and Julie snarls angrily, her head hanging as Alex walks off, towards you.

“THIS ISN’T OVER MORGAN.”

***

Julie can’t even think about sitting with you fast enough to beat Alex, who plops down right beside you, a smirk on her face as her blue orbs lock with Julie’s. Her eyes narrow as she growls, grabbing Alyssa and pulling her into the seats beside you and Alex, she and the goalie staring Alex’s way, eyes narrowed.

You meanwhile are absolutely trembling, THE Alex Morgan sitting beside you, the woman wearing a charming smile, her blue orbs sparkling as she turns to you.

“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” She grins and you shake your head, mouth hanging open.

“Ye- I mean, no!” You practically shout, turning away with bright red cheeks.

Alex giggles, your heart skipping a beat.

“You’re absolutely adorable.”

Your eyes widen as you stare at Alex, the woman’s grin further widening nearly splitting her face in half.

“Do I make you nervous?” She whispers, leaning towards you and you chuckle anxiously.

“Ummm...”

Alex giggles.

“Sounds like a yes to me.”

You notice the way Alex’s blue orbs dart your way every few seconds, the woman grinning at the sight of your blush.

Soon after you’re stopping in front of the hotel, your teammates filing out until only you, Alex, Julie and Alyssa are left, the forward grinning at the two Chicago Red Star’s players.

“I would trip you if we didn’t need you on field.” Julie growls, only earning a wink from the smirking forward.

Before you can get out of your seat Julie is moving into the aisle, she and Alyssa trapping you in between them.

“Is something wrong?” You frown, noting the look on both of their faces and they hum, Alyssa practically throwing you over her shoulder when you get out of the bus.

“Hey!” You yell, wiggling in her hold, everyone of your teammates glancing your way, Alex giggling as she watches you wiggle in Alyssa’s hold.

“You’re coming with us.” Julie says sternly and you frown, your bottom lip jutting out.

“What did I do?” You pout as Julie and Alyssa head into the elevator, the doors eventually shutting.

“You didn’t do anything, no pouting.” Julie pokes the tip of your nose and you huff.

“You need to stay away from Alex Morgan.” Alyssa says and your brows furrow.

“Why?”

Julie sighs.

“She has a bit of a... Reputation.”

You snort.

“Yeah, I know that, but she’s...”

Julie groans.

“Trust me Y/N, stay away.”

***

It’s nearly a week later when it’s time for team bonding, which in THIS case, means movie night.

You watch with wide eyes as Alex flops down on the bed beside you, the forward grinning, Julie’s warnings going in one of her ears and out the other.

“You alright?” She asks, nudging you and you smile softly, cheeks flushed.

“Ye-Yeah, I’m okay.”

Alex grins, shaking her head.

“I guess it will take some time to get you to not be shy around me.” She giggles and you bite your bottom lip.

“Maybe eventually.”

Alex smiles, her brows furrowing when she feels her heart skip a beat, the feeling completely and utterly foreign. She glances your way, smiling softly when you laugh at something Emily was doing.

She shakes her head, spotting Julie glaring her way, eyes narrowed and she shrugs, smiling.

“I will murder you.” Julie draws a line across her throat with her thumb and Alex snickers.

“We’ll see.”

***

Alex’s eyes widen when halfway through the movie you slump against her, fast asleep. She glances at you, smiling softly when your lips part, in a soft snore.

Julie watches with a furrowed brow as Alex gently guides your head to her lap, the woman’s fingers running through your hair as you sleep.

Alex, who’d usually only had one goal in mind, had started to feel something for you that she hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time, or ever.

She shook her head, she’d literally just met you, there was NO possible way she felt anything like that for you.

***

At least that’s what she told herself.

As the weeks turned into months Alex continues to lay on the charm, and of course, you continue to respond shyly, always stammering when you talk to the forward.

That same forward who was again flopping into the seat beside you on the bus, turning your way with a grin.

“Seat taken?” She asks and you clear your throat, shaking your head.

“N-Nope.”

You’re thankful when Alex turns away, her attention on her phone, but it doesn’t last long considering when you glance her way you realize she’s looking at photos of herself from her recent photoshoot, photos of her in a bikini.

Alex hums aloud.

“Do you think the photographer did a good job?” She asks innocently, holding her phone out to you and your mouth falls open, your cheeks and the tips of your ears immediately turning blood red.

“Uh-uh... I-I mean...” You swallow hard, glancing at Alex who is watching you with a cocky smirk.

“Is that a yes?” She asks and you clear your throat, watching the way Julie and Alyssa glare your and Alex’s way.

“Ye-Yeah, I mean, of-of course.” You stammer and Alex grins, leaning towards you.

“I thought you’d like them.” She winks and you chuckle awkwardly.

“Ye-Yeah...”

Alex grins, her heart skipping a beat as you nervously rub the back of your neck, your cheeks and ears still bright red.

She shakes her head.

“You’re so cute when you blush.” She thinks, though when you turn towards her, eyes wide, her own eyes widen.

Alex’s cheeks flush before she abruptly turns away, biting her bottom lip.

Unbeknownst to you, a number of your teammates have their eyes on the situation, Kelley humming.

“Is Alex blushing?” She whispers to Emily who nods.

Julie and Alyssa share a glance.

“Alex Morgan? Blushing?” Alyssa snorts. “Is this the Twilight Zone?”

Julie hums, her eyes narrowed as she stares at Alex’s profile, the woman nervously glancing your way.

“I don’t think it is...”

***

“What’s your game here Morgan?” Julie asks, her hands on her hips and Alex’s brows furrow.

“What game?” She hums and Julie rolls her eyes.

“With Y/N...”

Alex turns to her with a smile, her cheeks dusted pink.

“Uhh, nothing, no game.” She shuffles from foot to foot, Julie’s brows knitted in confusion as she watches the forward’s demeanor change.

“It doesn’t seem that way...”

Alex sighs.

“Al?! Can you-

“COMING!” She screeches, rushing across field towards Kelley, her brown orbs wide as the forward runs at her so fast, Christen’s eyes widen.

“What was that about?” Alyssa snorts as she makes her way towards Julie, the blonde shaking her head.

“I have no idea...”

Though in the back of her mind she can’t help but think, if maybe Alex wasn’t pursuing you for her ‘typical’ reasons but maybe something else.

Julie shakes her head.

“No, that can’t be...”

Alyssa glances her away, a brow arched.

“Can’t be what?”

***

“Y/N, I just think-

“GUYS.” You yell, silencing both Alyssa and Julie, Tierna holding her hands up from where she’s sitting.

“Hey, I’m just here. Julie called a Red Star’s meeting.” She shakes her head and you nod.

“You’re safe.”

She holds a thumb up.

“Yayyy!”

“Now for you two!” You turn to Julie and Alyssa, the two sharing a glance.

“I know you’re trying to look out for me, but I can take care of myself...” Your eyes narrow, Julie and Alyssa sharing a glance, their heads hanging in shame.

“I love you both, but I’m old enough to make my own decisions...”

Julie takes a deep breath, exhaling comically loud, her bottom lip jutted out.

“No pouts.” You point to her and the woman smiles.

“I know, I just, I worry about you, I know you’re nearly as old as we are...”

“But you’re the team baby...” Alyssa shrugs and you snort.

“That’s Tierna.”

“I thought I was safe!” She gasps and you snort.

“Back to what I was saying, I can make my own choices...”

Julie hums, a smirk stretching across her face.

“I imagine this has something to do with a certain forward we all know?” She asks, her arms crossed across her chest.

Your cheeks flush, and you clear your throat.

“N-N-No, not at all.” You stammer and Tierna smirks.

“Sounds like it.”

“Remember how I said you were safe?” You smirk, the younger girls' eyes widening.

“Yes...?” She swallows hard and you smirk.

“I lied.”

You tackle the girl to the floor, the two of you playfully fighting as Julie and Alyssa look on.

“Didn’t she just say she was old enough to make her own decisions?” Alyssa pinches the bridge of her nose and Julie nods.

“Yep. She did.”

***

You take a deep breath, your heart racing in your chest as you drop down onto a bench in the locker room.

You were starting, which you hadn’t for the first few games, so needless to say, you were incredibly nervous.

A tap on the shoulder nearly makes you jump out of your skin, you flip around, cheeks flushing when you see Alex standing behind you.

Her lips move but you can’t hear anything, that is until she reaches up and plucks your air pods out.

“Can you hear me now?” She giggles and you smile bashfully, your legs bouncing.

“Ye-Yeah, I guess taking those out helped.”

Alex shakes her head, surprising you immensely when she moves to stand behind you, wrapping her arms around you from behind, her chin resting on the top of your head.

“You’ll do great Y/N, you’re incredibly talented, everyone can see that from your performance with the Red Stars, now just show them how great you are at a national level.”

You hum, leaning back against Alex, the forward smiling as she moves to sit behind you, straddling the bench as she holds you against her chest.

She pops your earbuds back in and holds you close, your body sagging, no longer tense with nerves as you let yourself get lost in the music, Alex’s arms around you and the feel of her body heat behind you just a plus.

“Remember...” Alex jumps slightly at the feel of a whisper in her ear, blue orbs wide when Julie peeks around her shoulder.

“If I hurt her, you’ll kill me?” She snorts and Julie gives her a thumbs up.

“Atta girl.”

***

Everything Alex had done in the locker room made your nerves fade away, so much so that in the first few minutes of your first game, you assisted on a goal, firing a beautiful cross that ends up at Alex’s feet, the woman finishing it off, sinking it passed the fingertips of the Mexican goal keeper.

Alex sprints across field and you jump up, the woman wrapping her arms tightly around you as she laughs.

“I told you, you could do it.” Alex grins as you bury your face in her neck and beam, the others patting your back and Alex’s.

“Yeah, you did.” You pull back with a grin, slipping from Alex’s hold, though the forward doesn’t go far, giving your shoulder’s a pat.

“Let’s go get another.”

“Or a couple.”

***

By the end of the game you have 3 assists, all 3 resulting in goals courtesy of Alex Morgan’s foot, the forward getting a hat trick with your help.

The final whistle blows and Alex grins, making a beeline straight for you, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

“Yeah, you’ll be starting a lot more often.”

Suddenly Kelley runs in from out of nowhere, diving on the two of you who have to catch her.

“Let’s celebrate!”

You weren’t sure what REAL celebrating with the USWNT was like, but you were about to find out.

***

The club’s music was LOUD, so loud in fact you couldn’t hear ANYTHING Tobin was saying, leaning closer and closer until she was practically screaming straight in your ear.

“You don’t take me as the dancing type.” She yells and you snort, shaking your head.

“I’m definitely not.”

“Oh, but if Alex asks, I bet you’ll dance.” Emily teases, she and the other babies of the team giggling.

“Shut up.” You pout, your cheeks bright red.

Suddenly Alex materializes from nowhere, the woman grabbing your hand.

“Dance with me.” She grins and your cheeks flush, glancing over your shoulder at Tobin and her squad every single one of them smirking.

“Y/N would literally do ANYTHING for Alex, wouldn’t she?” Christen asks Tobin, the forward nodding.

“Totally.”

Alex giggles as you stiffen, your heart racing in your chest.

“You’re so cute, get over here.” She grins, pulling you against her, spinning around so her back is to your front.

The music is loud as the two of you dance, the feel of her against your front and the dancing sweaty bodies around you moving you to grab her hips and pull her back against you, the woman biting her lip as she grinds against your front.

Your breath hitches when Alex slips her hand behind your head and pulls you forward until your chin settles on her shoulder, the woman turning towards you as you both dance.

Your eyes widen as Alex’s lips brush your cheek, the woman rolling her hips in a way that makes your hips stutter.

It’s what happens next though that makes you still entirely.

You feel his hands before you feel him against you, your eyes widening as you abruptly flip around to face an incredibly tall, and obviously drunk man.

“Come on baby let’s dance.” He grins, only for Alex to put herself between you and him.

“Back the fuck up, she’s with me.” She snarls and he smirks.

“Two for one, I like it.”

Alex rolls her eyes, shoving him back before she grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd, not towards the table, but outside.

“Wh-Where are we going?” You stutter, the woman dragging you out of sight before shoving you against a wall.

“Bastard thought he could touch what was mine.” She snarls.

Your eyes widen as Alex’s hands rest on either side of your head, palms splayed on the wall behind you.

“Yours?” You ask, licking your lips, your eyes darting from her blue orbs, to her lips and back.

“Yeah, mine.”

You take a deep breath, your heart racing in your chest.

Alex’s eyes widen when you grab her, flipping her around so her back is now against the wall.

“Goddamn it, Alex.” You huff, the woman’s eyes tripling in size.

“I want to kiss you but you have a reputation and I don’t want to be a PART of that reputation. Get your shit together Morgan, then kiss me.”

Alex watches you go, mouth a gape as you walk off in the direction of the hotel.

“Well damn.”

***

Needless to say, when Alex tells Julie and Alyssa, you’d left the club they aren’t happy, the two practically running down the street until they catch up.

“Y/N!” Julie yells and you still, glancing over your shoulder.

“How the hell did you catch me?”

Julie points at Alyssa, sliding off the woman’s back.

“Alyssa carried me.”

The goalie holds a hand up, panting.

“I need a minute.” She pants, her hands on her knees as you pat her back.

“Why did you leave? What the hell happened?” Julie asks, cupping your cheeks and you huff.

“Alex didn’t tell you?” You ask and Julie’s eyes narrow.

“Alyssa, take me back to the club!” She yells, the goalie looking at her in wide eyed terror.

You shake your head, flailing your arms.

“No! No! I told her I wanted to kiss her but I didn’t want to be part of her list of trysts!” You yell, the blonde’s eyes widening.

She looks at you for a moment before patting your shoulders.

“Maybe we should’ve let you take over a long time ago.”

Alyssa nods, wrapping an arm around both of your shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get back to the hotel.”

She ducks down so Julie can get on her back, but you shake your head.

“No, I got this. You literally ran like 3 miles.”

Alyssa scoffs.

“Child’s play.”

***

Unfortunately, Alex doesn’t see you after that, the woman begrudgingly heading towards her hotel room, but when she gets there, she realizes she has an audience, more than just Kelley, who she was rooming with.

“They forced their way in...” Kelley shrugs, as Alex eyes not only Christen and Tobin, but Mallory, Sam, Emily, Lindsey and Rose, each of them eyeing her intensely.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Alex says nervously, the mob of women all sharing a glance.

“What happened to Y/N?” Christen asks and Kelley hums.

“You know I was wondering that myself...” She says as she kicks her shoes off, nearly taking out Emily when the shoe goes flying.

“You could’ve killed me!”

“BACK ON TOPIC.” Christen yells, everyone jumping in fear.

“She told me she didn’t want to be a part of my reputation and told me to get my shit together.”

Everyone is silently for a minute before they all nod, speaking at roughly the same time.

“Well damn.”

Alex rolls her eyes.

“Exactly what I said.”

***

The following morning the two of you don’t talk, but the second she gets the chance she swipes your bag, carrying it onto the bus with a small smile.

You shake your head, following her with a blush.

You plop down in the seat where she’d placed your bag, a seat that you noticed wasn’t with her, something that tells you she heard you and is giving you the space, you want.

Alex gives you a grin before you turn away, taking a deep breath.

Maybe she’d gotten the message that you didn’t want to be another one of her flings, at least you hope she did.

***

Practice is much the same, you and Alex clicking much like you had in the game against Mexico, getting a number of goals passed Alyssa, the woman pointing at her eyes before pointing at Alex.

You would be remissed to mention that almost everyone’s eyes are you, making you aware of the fact that they must ALL know what happened last night.

“You okay kid?” You jump as Ashlyn slips an arm around you, the goalie ruffling your hair.

“I’m okay.” You smile, the blonde nodding as Ali joins the two of you, fixing your hair that her wife just messed up.

“Is it true you told Alex to stop her thottin?” Megan asks as she joins the three of you and Ali slaps a palm against her forehead.

You let out a snort, throwing your head back with a belly shaking laugh that has everyone turning your way, Alex grinning at the way you wrap your arms around your middle as you laugh.

“Ye-Yeah, pretty much.”

Megan ruffles your hair, Ali scowling as she AGAIN fixes your hair.

“We better get back to practice.” You shrug and Megan nods, jumping on Ashlyn’s back, the blonde shaking her head as she carries her onto the field.

Ali glances at you, shaking her head.

“I swear to God, those two...”

***

It’s when practice ends that things change.

Alex timidly approaches you, again swiping your bag so she can carry it and you don’t have to.

“I can carry it you know.” You smirk and she shrugs.

“I know...”

Alex closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Look, I want to talk... Not here though...” She turns to you and your eyes widen.

“Maybe we could go for a walk...?” Alex shrugs and you hum, smiling.

“I think we can do that.”

Alex stops, biting her bottom lip to stifle a grin, but she can’t, her lips splitting in a dazzling smile.

You stop when you realize the forward has stopped walking, turning around just in time to catch her throwing a fist in the air, her cheeks a bright red when she realizes you were watching her.

“Ummm....”

Alex clears her throat.

“Th-That’s cool...” She nods, jogging to catch up with you and you laugh.

“Didn’t look just cool to me.” You wink and she rolls her eyes, cheeks darkening.

“Shut up.”

***

Alex nervously makes her way to the lobby, hoping that you were there and hadn’t decided she wasn’t worth the hassle.

She rounds the corner and immediately stills, a frown pulling the corners of her mouth down when she realizes the lobby is empty. Her shoulders hunch, her head hanging in defeat.

“What’s eating you Morgan?”

Alex abruptly turns around, her eyes wide.

“Y-You’re here.” She mumbles and you nod.

“Of course, you thought I wouldn’t be?”

Alex shuffles nervously from foot to foot, shrugging.

“Maybe?”

You reach for, and gently take Alex’s hand.

“Why would you think that?” You frown and Alex shrugs, glancing away.

“Not worth the hassle?”

You cup her cheek, turning her head until her blue orbs meet your Y/E/C orbs.

Alex’s eyes widen when your hand slips behind her neck and you pull her down, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You’re not a hassle and if you were you’d be worth every bit of it.”

Alex’s cheeks flush as you take her hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Ready?”

Alex’s mouth opens and closes for a minute before she nods.

“Ready.”

***

You couldn’t really explain how RIGHT it felt to walk hand in hand with Alex Morgan, her fingers slotting perfectly in between yours.

Every few seconds, you glance at her out of the corner of your eye, realizing that she’s doing the same thing.

Alex takes a deep breath.

“I know I haven’t exactly got the best reputation in the NWSL...” Alex murmurs, the two of you stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, to some’s annoyance.

You pull Alex to a nearby bench, the two of you taking a seat.

Alex closes her eyes, nervously playing with your fingers, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“I don’t have the best reputation, but I DO care about you, more than I have anyone else...” Alex stares at your and her hands.

“I’ve never felt what I feel for you with anyone before... And I just...”

Alex goes silent, the woman unable to look you in the eye.

“Alex, look at me.” You whisper, the forward fidgeting nervously.

“Please?” You beg, seconds later the woman relents, picking her head up, watery blue orbs locking with you Y/E/C’s.

Your hands leave hers, the woman briefly pouting until you cup her cheeks.

Alex hums, leaning into your touch.

“I want to... I want to try this.” You whisper, Alex’s eyes as wide as saucers. “I just can’t be one of your flings Al, I want more with you.”

Alex leans in, her forehead resting against yours.

“You won’t be... You could never be just a fling Y/N.” She brushes her nose against yours and you smile. “Never.”

Your tongue swipes against your lips, Y/E/C orbs locked on Alex’s lips as you lean in, Alex closing the gap between you as your lips meet for the first time.

The kiss is gentle, in no way fueled by lust, but passion, and emotion and something that felt like a new beginning between the two of you.

Little did you know, it would be the beginning of a journey the two of you would be on for the rest of your lives, a journey you would begin and end...

Together.

#uswnt x reader #alex morgan #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

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harryspet · 4 years ago

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Maid au with Steve and Natasha “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” 👀

The Rogers-Romanoff family worked slowly but diligently. Their manipulation was subtle at first and you hadn’t realized you were falling into the pit they dug for you.

When they took you in as a live-in maid, you were so eternally grateful for their kindness. You were living paycheck to paycheck and on the verge of being homeless until you bumped into Natasha on the street one day. You thought the woman in the expensive business suit would just scowl and walk away but she offered you a ride home instead.

You trusted her. She was rich and beautiful. How could she possibly hurt you?

Months later, you found yourself in a very different mindset. Her husband Steve wasn’t as sweet as her, often scolding you like a child, and pulling up your skirt at the most inappropriate times. You started to notice Natasha enjoying his games.

“There’s more dust to the left,” Natasha said, sipping at her glass of wine. She sat in Steve’s lap as they both watched you dust the furniture in their living room. The painting you were dusting was an explicit drawing of Natasha that Steve considered art. You thought it was quite vulgar.

The painting sat above the mantle and was quite high up, causing you to have to stand on your tippy toes to reach it. You tried your best to reach the top left corner of the painting, knowing good and well that they were staring at your ass through your grey uniform.

“Where do you find these girls, Nat? They’re never the sharpest knives in the drawer, are they?”

Natasha giggled, “You won’t let me get a puppy so I have to resort to this.”

You scowled, glad that they couldn’t see your embarrassed face.

“Girls like that … pretty, ditzy little things, shouldn’t need to think for themselves anyways. They’re better off being obedient, they love to be told what to do-”

A shout left your lips as you suddenly knocked over a vase. The shards of glass scattered around your feet and your heart started to beat out of your chest, “I’m sorry, I-I’ll clean it right up-” You panicked, leaning down to pick up the glass with your bare hands. Even as your hand began to bleed, you continued, tears pricking your eyes.

Suddenly strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you away, and the glass fell from your hands and back down to the ground.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” Steve shouted at you and you only nodded as he set you back down, away from the mess you created.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized again, “Please don’t punish me. P-Please …” Your lip trembled and Natasha appeared in front of you. She held her wine in one hand and examined your hand in the other.

“Oh, puppy,” Natasha clicked her tongue, looking at your bleeding hand, before flashing a grin at Steve, “Let’s bandage you up. The first aid kits under the sink.”

You gasped as Steve suddenly lifted you into his arms. You wanted to open your mouth and say that you could walk but the words wouldn’t dare leave your mouth. Natasha led the way as they escorted you into the stainless steel kitchen.

Steve set you on the white marble counters as Natasha grabbed the first aid kit. It baffled you how nice they were treating you. Natasha even cooed sweet things as she dabbed your hand with alcohol. Steve liked the way you winced and flinched, it excited him.

“There you go, does that feel better?” Natasha smiled, grabbing your chin and you nodded. You watched her eyes darken as they stared deeply into yours, “Good, that’s good.”

“I’m sorry about the vase,” You added quickly, looking back and forth between them, “I’ll make it up to you.”

Natasha’s mouth pressed into a thin line and she nodded, “Of course you will. A dumb little slut like you can’t go around breaking things and not be held accountable.”

“We want you to hurt but we don’t want you bleeding all over the place. We’re not monsters.” Steve added.

Your eyes darted to Steve and you looked down to see he was undoing his belt, “B-But I can pay for it!” You rushed out, causing Natasha to shush you.

“Your money wouldn’t do a thing for us, doll,” Steve reached to grab you but Natasha raised a hand, causing him to pause.

“Get down and bend over,” Natasha said to you, her face like stone. The charitable lady act was completely over. When you hesitated, she said it again, “Be a good little dog and do it.”

Tears escaped your eyes as you did. Natasha roughly lifted your dress and pulled down your panties. As Steve positioned himself behind you, Natasha leaned over the counter too, making sure to watch your face as Steve entered you.

“Whimper for me please? Make her whimper, Steve. I love it when she does that.”

hope you enjoyed babe!!

thots and tears ❣ ( requests closed for catch up)

#thotsandtears #tw: noncon #dark steve x reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark fic #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #dark natasha romanoff #natasha drabble

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crystalessenceswrites · 4 years ago

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Burden of the Survivors--Excerpt

*not my gif*

Burden of the Survivors

Pairs: Din Djarin x fem!reader Rating: T (at the moment- subject to change) Warnings: uh smooches? making out? not beta’ed cause I don’t have time for that rn *no spoilers- takes place in Season 1 timeline* Summary: You didn’t trust Ran and his crew anymore than you’d trust a stormtrooper to hit a target from 50 paces and they proved you right with that bantha-shit show of a job. You figure that’s whats got Mando so tense, turns out he has something else on his mind.

A/N: I notoriously write fics out of order because I’m a scatter brain and when I’ve got a thot I’ve got to write it before I lose it. I’m behind on Chapter 2 because of the holidays and now work is being a bitch so enjoy some first smooches with one Mandalorian while I get my ass in gear to finish the next chapter. Also thots are appreciated on whether or not this scene should be continued and how spicy ya’ll want them to get

[Masterlist] [Chapter One]

The tension on the Crest simmers after you put the baby down. You can see how Mando walks around with squared off shoulders, hear the leather of his gloves creaking as he continues to clench his fists. He’s wound up and you can’t wrap your head around why. Mayfeld, Xi’an and Burg were currently sitting in a cell on a New Republic prison ship, Ran and Qin had been blown up by the X-Wings and you’d been paid for it all. Despite the initial bumps in the day, it had come out in your favor in the end. Yet you still felt like you were walking on eggshells. What had gotten into him?

You wondered if Xi’an and Mayfeld had gotten under his skin more than you had originally thought. Or maybe he just needed space after getting shoved in a cell? It had not been pleasant being stuck in the cell, as brief as it had been. It wasn’t as if the Razor Crest allowed you to give him much space, especially with the Child sleeping up in the cockpit. His energy was starting to rub off on you too; it had you worrying your necklace in one hand while you tidied up the ration pack that had served as your dinner.

So wrapped up in the palpable pressure you didn’t notice Mando’s approach, or maybe he didn’t want you to hear him approach. Surprisingly silent for a man covered in metal. Metal that now had you pinned up against the Crest’s tiny built-in kitchenette.

You spin around in his hold, peering wide-eyed up into the emotionless visor. “Mando, what’s going on?”

One large hand falls to your hip, the other cups your chin with a subtle tilt up. The warm leather a sharp contrast to the frigid metal boxing you in. He’s so close he fills all your senses; he smells of blaster residue and weapons cleaner and something sharp. You’d never been this close to him before.

“You could have left me behind back there. Taken the ship and the child and have been in the wind, long gone by now.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Why haven’t you done it, Kyber? You’ve had plenty of chances after you said you were only in this for the Child. You said you didn’t care about me. So why have you stayed all this time?”

You had said that hadn’t you? “I-I don’t know-”

His grip tightens on your chin, “that’s a kriffing lie and you know it, sweet girl.”

Your heart leaps into your throat, “Mando…”

His helmet tilts as your voice trails off. Curious how a blank helmet can be so expressive.

“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop-” his thumb starts lazily drawing tight circles above your hip bone- “but I know I’m not wrong.”

That you stayed because of him?

Your eyes flutter closed as heat rises to your cheeks. How do you admit something like this to someone when you won’t admit it to yourself? “You’re not wrong… Mando…”

His voice is almost smug, “keep your eyes closed, sweet girl.”

You nod, eyes screwed tight. His hands pull away, leaving your skin tingling where he’d touched.

What was this man doing to you?

The lights in the hull drop before he’s caging you in again, both hands framing your face before his lips brush against yours with a gentleness you wouldn’t suspect the bounty hunter possessed.

His lips.

A sound somewhere between a groan and a moan bubbles up in your throat as the realization the faceless man has taken his helmet off. For you.

To kiss you.

You melt into him, chasing after his lips when he pulls back. He chuckles and his unfiltered voice nearly turns you into a puddle on the spot. How could someone’s voice be so attractive?

As he slots his lips against yours again you can’t help but smile at the slight tickle of hair against the soft skin above your lip. You had never pictured him with facial hair.

It’s rough and patchy but you can’t be bothered as he presses in closer, his chapped lips moving in time with your own. He’s insistent, barely pausing to let either of you breathe. You wonder where get got so good at this.

He gingerly releases your face, one hand returning to your waist, leaving trails of burning skin where his fingers ghost along your torso. The other tangles itself in the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back ever so slightly into his lips. You find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer, sliding your fingers through his ridiculously soft locks.

He has curls.

You’ve seen the peaks of bronze skin under all the metal and his hair at the base of his helmet when he lets it grow too long. You know its somewhere between black and brown, the sort of shade that glows reddish brown when the sunlight hits it just right. The image you have of him wavers back and forth between green and brown eyes. A sharp, piercing green would suit him and his quick reflexes but a deep soulful golden-brown would fit as well, hidden away behind that dark visor.

His aquiline nose bumps against your own as he licks at your bottom lip, a silent question. You willingly open yourself further to him, his tongue mingling with yours as he licks into your mouth. He swallows you moans as his hand toys with the edge of your top, fingers sneaking along you skin until his large hand stretches out across the curve of your waist, his thumb resting beneath your breast band, teasing. His rough skin sends shivers down your spine and you lean further into his touch.

The two of you barely pull apart for air as your kisses grow increasingly desperate. His hand tightens in your hair and you let him guide your head to the side. Lips trail down your jaw and you sigh as they meet your exposed neck. You’re panting as he sucks and licks at the sensitive skin.

“Mando… Maker Mando…”

“Din.”

You brain is too occupied to process the three-letter word, “wha-”

“My name is Din,” he nips at the shell of your ear, voice rough in a way you’d never thought you’d hear. “You best use it when you tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

Sweet is not a word you’d associate with yourself after all you’ve done, but you swear you swoon like a lovesick teenager every time it leaves his lips.

“Din-” you’re breathless as his name leave your lips for the first time- “Din don’t stop.”

He smirks against your neck, “wouldn’t dream of it, sweet girl.”

#the mandalorian #fic: burden of the survivors #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x f!reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin #the mandalorian fanfiction #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic excerpt #crystalessences writes

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fic-ify · 4 years ago

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Safe Space

One day I’ll write something not a week after I said I would. Today is not that day. So sorry. Anyway! This was inspired by an ask received on @devildomsexting by @devildom-thot about an MC who needs some safe space cuddles from ya snake boi.

Hope you guys enjoy and that I did the idea justice!

Warnings: None, just some fluff

It had been one of those days. Nothing had necessarily gone wrong but nothing had necessarily gone right for them either. You realized you should have known when you woke up twenty minutes late to the sound of Mammon banging and yelling on the bedroom door that it was just a day to throw into the trash. Once finding your D.D.D hadn't been charging and was creeping dangerously low on battery level, you should have just crawled back into bed. But no, that wouldn't fly with Lucifer. So you'd put yourself together the best you could and gone to RAD.

You could feel it in class, the burn out creeping in, the fatigue that didn't quite want to leave you alone after a supposedly good nights sleep. It could be felt every time something was just a little too loud. Or how everything seemed to be just a little too loud, how every conversation was exhausting even if it was from a place of concern and care by the brothers or the angels.

Space, peace and quiet. That was what you needed. By the time you made your way back to the House of Lamentation at the end of the day, it was almost a desperate temptation to slip under the covers of your bed and enjoy some quiet. But by past experience that there was no way the room would go unoccupied for very long. You could already hear some sort of commotion in the kitchen as you were approaching the bedroom door.

The brothers had become like your second family, and you were truly fond of all of them. But they weren't always what was needed on the days where too many loud noises guaranteed some tears. As you shed your RAD uniform in your room an idea came to mind; a safe place to decompress and let the overstimulation of the week wash off of your shoulders. After changing into more comfortable casual clothes, you slipped back down the hall and towards the almost always closed bedroom door.

After a few months of being around, Leviathan had trusted you with an open door policy into his room. If you knocked and he heard he would still ask for a password just to be safe, but on the chance that he had his special noise cancelling headphones on and didn't hear them, you were allowed in. After giving a tentative knock, only to receive no response after a moment, you concluded this was one of those times and stepped in slowly. Leviathan sat in his gaming chair as expected, headphones on with a look of concentration on his face that bordered frustration.

The motion of you entering caught his eye, drawing his attention away for a split second curiously to you. You gave a small wave with an equally small smile that did nothing to hide the tiredness in your eyes before pointing at the beanbag chairs for silent explanation. He nodded with a wave of permission before turning back to his game. Your steps were quiet on the carpeted floor as you made your way over to the plush seating. Already the muted sounds of the aquatic room brought some comfort to your mind. The only bright lights came from the computer screen at the moment, and even those weren't as harsh on your eyes at the moment.

At first you dropped down onto a beanbag with a heavy exhale, letting your body quite literally flop and sprawl across it. The occurrences of the day, the week really, ran through your mind as they were finally allowed to process in the near silence. The ambiance of Levi's room had always been calming to you, even if the demon himself wasn't there, but especially so when he was. The soft blues of his tank and its lights, the ripples given off despite the lack of occupants inside said tank aside from Henry 2.0. The rhythmic tapping of Levi on his keyboard helped coax your mind to silence like a familiar song.

Then there was the demon himself.

Despite his sin and the jealousy often displayed when he got aggravated, Leviathan was your comfort, your safe space. A safe person who never expected too much. Who knew exactly what it felt like to have just too much of the real world overwhelm you. He understood when the touch of someone else felt like sandpaper, or how other voices sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He understood and knew how to give you space even when you couldn't verbalize when you needed it. And he knew what each little step back down to being grounded meant and what it took sometimes, so he never complained about how long it took. Even if you fell asleep in his room after hours of silence between you.

A soft smile grew on your lips as you snuggled into the beanbag, letting your eyes close and your body relax slowly.

Once again the offending red lined text of 'Game Over' shouted out at him from his screen, making Levi snarl in annoyance at his computer. He had been struggling with this particular puzzle aspect of the game for who knew how long now. It was so close to the end of the game and he thanked Diavolo there were save points. Or else he quite probably would have broken his monitor screen in frustration.

As he reloaded his last save, the thought occurred to him that he hadn't seen you leave, or really move around, out of his peripherals for a while. Hitting the pause key, he let himself straighten out and stretch before turning to look for you in his room. At first he didn’t see you right away but as he turned to look the other way, a light pressure on his tail drew his attention down. At some point he must have let out his demon form due to his frustration at the game, no surprise really, it happened a lot. But that wasn't what caused him to flush and silence a stammer before it came out.

Between the time you had come in and now you had moved your chosen beanbag over to be beside his chair. Your body was curled just barely away from him, not quite on your side but not quite on your back either. Your face was relaxed with a happy, genuine little smile on your lips. Though your brow was lightly furrowed in your sleep, as if the stress of the waking world didn’t want to let you go just yet. His tail had curled around your shoulders and in your sleep you had cuddled up to the length of it like a teddy bear. As if on reflex the tip reached up to smooth out the furrow in your brow before relaxing back down again.

Levi felt his heart beating in his throat as you murmured and snuggled his tail more, blissfully unaware of his eyes on you. It felt like a mirage, an illusion that would surely vanish if he were to make any sudden moves or noises. Even as he felt your very real warmth around his scaled limb. He could still remember what you'd said when he asked why you liked to sleep beside him, even in his chair.

"You're like cave at sea Levi. Watching over me and keeping me safe from all the noise outside."

It still made his face flush when he thought about it. Not that he wasn't already bright red at the sight of you now.

Tentatively, slowly, like he truly was afraid you would vanish at his touch, he reached down and brushed his fingers lightly through your hair. When you barely stirred, he decided it was probably safe to move you to his tub with him. As carefully as he could once his game was off, he scooped you from the beanbag into his arms and carried you to his bathtub bed.

By the time he had the both of you settled into the cushions, you on his chest and his tail still in your arms, he could feel his heart swelling proudly. The fact that you trusted him enough to sleep so deeply around him, despite him being a demon, despite him being a yucky otaku with nothing to offer. You still chose him when you needed someone to be safe with. He could feel his grin widening as the giddy warm feeling that he usually got when you smiled at him spread over his body.

"Sweet dreams normie." He whispered into your hair once he'd pulled the blankets around the two of you, knowing he would be ready to be there for you when you woke up. Until then he would be content to hold you in his arms as long as you needed.

#obey me fic #obey me leviathan fic #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #i tried to keep the mc as nondescript and gn as possible #listen the snake boy just wants to cuddle you #will probably reblog in the morning so sorry peeps who see this twice #obey me levi fluff

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theycallmegothboy · 4 years ago

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1-100 >:DDDD REVENGE!!!

FELIXXXXXXXXXXXX >:(( 1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? -spotify 2. is your room messy or clean? -it’s pretty messy i guess 3. what color are your eyes? -blue and grey

4. do you like your name? why? -yeah it’s fine 5. what is your relationship status? -single 6. describe your personality in 3 words or less -certified intrusive thot 7. what color hair do you have? -brown and rn it’s red 8. what kind of car do you drive? color? -i dont have a car 9. where do you shop? -hot topic, goodwill, target 10. how would you describe your style? -comfy emo 11. favorite social media account -of mine, probably discord or youtube 12. what size bed do you have? -twin >:(( 13. any siblings? -i have 1.5 brothers 14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? -probably vancouver, idk canada seems lit 15. favorite snapchat filter? -i like the one with devil horns and a tail but its cute 16. favorite makeup brand(s) -i dont wear makeup 17. how many times a week do you shower? -i used to shower every day, but i dont do anything that gets me dirty so like maybe 3 times but if i leave the house then i shower 18. favorite tv show? -stranger things 19. shoe size? -8 or 9 20. how tall are you? -5′6 with shoes >:(( 21. sandals or sneakers? -sneakers wtf 22. do you go to the gym? -lol no 23. describe your dream date -making some pie or something together and then eating the pie and then sitting on some rooftop looking at stars 24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? -quite a bit actually but i’m saving up for a phone lol so soon it will be like maybe 10 dollars lmao 25. what color socks are you wearing? -not wearing socks but the ones i had earlier were white (ankle length) 26. how many pillows do you sleep with? -just one but it sucks 27. do you have a job? what do you do? -NO BUT IM TRYING TO GET A JOB BUT THE FUCKIN PEOPLE THERE ARE GHOSTING ME AND WONT REPLY TO MY EMAILS SO LIKE SBJHBJS 28. how many friends do you have? -like 4 lmao 29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? -idk nothing super bad but i do a lot of small shit that makes me feel guilty when i realize what i did 30. whats your favorite candle scent? -juniper rosewood 31. 3 favorite boy names -leo, clay, charlie 32. 3 favorite girl names -ivy, uh... idk thats all ive got 33. favorite actor? -no clue 34. favorite actress? -no clue 35. who is your celebrity crush? -not a celeb but i’d smash danny phantom 36. favorite movie? -nightmare before christmas or edward scissorhands 37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? -no, but my fav book is probably the prince and the pauper? idk 38. money or brains? -CASH MONEYYYY jk probably brains but if your entire personality is being “smart” like fuck off lmao 39. do you have a nickname? what is it? - a bunch of people call me son (see #49, #100), some call me rat, dumdum, goth boy

40.how many times have you been to the hospital? -just once i think when i was birthed. i also went once with my brother cause he kicked some scissors i left out on the floor and it sliced his toe the fuck open and he needed stitches and i watched him get the stitches and almost passed out :/ 41. top 10 favorite songs -please dont make me do this i dont have it in me 42. do you take any medications daily? -yea i take 20mg of vyvanse but i need to get it raised to 30 cause 20 is Not Enough 43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) -i got some dry fuckin skin yall dont even know 44. what is your biggest fear? -it depends. the dark is a pretty constant one though 45. how many kids do you want? -like 2 or 3 eventually 46. whats your go to hair style? -in my face, looking stupid 47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) -it’s pretty small 48. who is your role model? -i dont fuckin know lmao 49. what was the last compliment you received? - “i belive in you, my son, you’re an amazing human being“ (same friend mentioned in #100, not actually a parent of mine) 50. what was the last text you sent? -”no it’s a raccoon“ YOU GET NO CONTEXT LMAO 51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? -i dont think i ever hardcore believed in him, maybe i did though i remember sleeping under the tree one christmas eve waiting for him but i was like “oh yeah that makes sense“ i guess 52. what is your dream car? -i honestly dont give a shit as long as it actually fucking works 53. opinion on smoking? -cigarettes? fuck no that’s nastyyy. weed? that’s fine i guess but wait till you’re like 18. 54. do you go to college? -no. am sophomore n highschool 55. what is your dream job? -musician/palentologist 56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? -fuck the suburbs lmao, but also im tired of rural, so like.. semi urban?? 57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? -no but i take the little soaps >:)) 58. do you have freckles? -yes 59. do you smile for pictures? -awkwardly, yes 60. how many pictures do you have on your phone? -dont have a phone but i have like 12 on my computer currently. 4 are of me, the rest are of my cat or random shit 61. have you ever peed in the woods? -yes 62. do you still watch cartoons? -cartoons these days kinda suck but like if they were good fuck yeah i would like gravity falls can come hang yknow? 63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? -i had nuggets from mcdonalds today so i guess them? i dont really care 64. Favorite dipping sauce? -i got sweet and sour but i dont like it that much. that schezuan sauce was great 65. what do you wear to bed? -wouldnt you like to know? ;)) 66. have you ever won a spelling bee? -NO ive only been in two. the first one i misspelled the word “turmoil“ cause i had never heard it before and the second one i spelled the word “owed“ as “ode“ cause i was thinking like ode to joy and then i felt like a big Fool afterwards :(( 67. what are your hobbies? -lol what hobbies 68. can you draw? -i am physically able to draw, but not well, no 69 (haha). do you play an instrument? -yeah i play a few 70. what was the last concert you saw? -i saw Chicago in either georgia or tennessee i cant remember in like 2016 71. tea or coffee? -hot coffee, iced tea. NOT the other way around. (i love both though) 72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? -starbucks 73. do you want to get married? -sure why not 74. what is your crush’s first and last initial? -dont have a crush 75. are you going to change your last name when you get married? -idk maybe 76. what color looks best on you? -i dont know but i wear black a lot and that’s pretty dope 77. do you miss anyone right now? -yeah 78. do you sleep with your door open or closed? -closed 79. do you believe in ghosts? -on the fence. not 100% “oh my god look at these gHoSt oRbS i need to sage my house!!!“ but i accept that there’s some things i wont understand about the world and that i have no answers to. i wouldnt be surprised if there are, and i wouldnt be surprised if there aren’t. 80. what is your biggest pet peeve? -whatever my adhd decides i viscerally hate with a firey passion right at that moment 81. last person you called -my brother (the 1 of the 1.5 from #13 and the one who sliced his toe in #40) 82. favorite ice cream flavor? -chocolate is dope 83. regular oreos or golden oreos? -regular double stuff. if you say golden, mint, peppermint, or thin oreos i’m gonna have to euthanize you, i dont make the rules. 84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? -rainbow cause it’s prettier 85. what shirt are you wearing? -queen shirt from hot topic 86. what is your phone background? -i didnt get a phone between question 60 and now but my computer one is some mountains with the moon in the background 87. are you outgoing or shy? -really depends on who i’m around 88. do you like it when people play with your hair? -YES FUCK AAAAAAA (this girl played with my hair literally once in middle school and i was like oh shit and i had a crush on her until the end of middle school true story,,, so ashley if you’re out there-) 89. do you like your neighbors? -to the left they’re fine and their dog is nice but idk what happened to the horses so that’s sus but that’s where our cat came from so they can hang guess, behind me they’re fine but their boys are loud, to the right they’re fine, and even further to the right are the dope neighbors and waaaaaaaaaay far to the right is a llama and he’s dope as hell 90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? -whenever the fuck i remember to/have the energy 91. have you ever been high? -i dont think so but i wouldnt put it past myself 92. have you ever been drunk? -not that i can remember, no 93. last thing you ate? -sloppy joe from a can 94. favorite lyrics right now -”not gonna waste my life, cause i’ve been fucked up“ 95. summer or winter? -fall. fuck you 96. day or night? -night but i like it when it’s actually night and it doesnt get dark at like 4 fucking pm cause that makes me depressed 97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? -dark is good, milk is fine, white is only suitable for fancy stripes on chocolate covered strawberries 98. favorite month? -i vibe with september 99. what is your zodiac sign -sagittarius (was almost a scorpio but i was holding out >:))) 100. who was the last person you cried in front of? -in person, my mom like 6 months ago, on a discord call, my friend (i love you by the way, you’re the best,,, i dont think he has tumblr but im just putting it out there) like a month or so ago. i hate crying in front of people, i turn into such a hyperventilating snot monster which is not suitable for human gaze and thats the real tea :/

felix this took like 2 hours of my life i will never get back i hate you and i hope you’re happy with what you’ve done <3 <3

also anyone who wants to stalk me, enjoy this information that im handing to you on a silver platter :)) <3

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christa-tomlinson-romance-author · 4 years ago

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“Babe, I’m going to Wal-Mart.” Danny started answering before he looked up from his tablet. “Okay, get me some...” he trailed off once he raised his gaze from the screen and got a look at what his tall, ridiculously fit and muscular husband was wearing. Jordan was dressed in a white, short-sleeve T-shirt, light gray Jersey shorts, and low-top athletic shoes. The outfit should have been nothing more than super casual run-around clothes. But the tee was soft and tight on his torso. His firm, rounded pecs pressed against the white cotton, and his nipples - stiff from the air conditioner - were plainly visible. The shirt was slightly loose and rumpled over Jordan’s tight waist and hard abs. But the shorts... The shorts were obscene. Not only did they cling to his muscular thighs, but Jordan’s dick print was on full display behind the thin material. Danny didn’t even have to squint to see the outline of the head of his cock. His man was a show-er and a grower and right now he was putting on quite the show. “Get you some what?” Jordan prompted. Danny shook his head - snapping himself back to their conversation. “Actually, I’ll come with you,” he answered as he put his tablet aside and stood. No way he was letting his husband out of the house dressed like that on his own. Jordan’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion once before he shrugged. “All right. Let’s go.” Together they left the apartment, taking the elevator down from their private floor to the street level where Jordan’s auto body shop was located. They went around to the side parking lot and got in his Camaro. The ride to Wal-Mart was quick, and in about fifteen minutes they were turning into the parking lot for the giant shopping center. After they parked and got out, Danny walked hand in hand with his husband. As they went through the crosswalk, a woman leaving the store walked toward them. Her eyes widened when they landed on Jordan. She ran them appreciatively over his entire body in a glance so fast Danny would have missed it if he hadn’t been looking directly at her at that exact moment. After the stealthy perusal, she looked at Danny and gave him a nod. That nod said multitudes without the woman ever opening her mouth. I’m checking him out but respectfully. Damn your man is hot. Congrats to you. You deserve it. Danny nodded back. I know it. Thank you.

Inside the store, Danny grabbed a cart as he usually did. They strolled up and down the aisles, getting what Jordan needed and tossing it in the cart. As they shopped, Danny noticed several people doing double-takes at Jordan. He wanted to laugh at how obvious some of them were, but he managed to keep a straight face. In the office supplies section, they passed a trio of teenagers. They lingered at the end of the aisle, giggling and shushing each other as they threw glances at Jordan, while pretending to look at paper clips and Post-Its. Jordan moved on without paying any attention to them. To Danny’s amusement, the trio popped up in the next aisle over for another look. When he noticed they were about to follow them a second time, he loudly cleared his throat. Once he had their attention, he raised his eyebrows at them and tilted his head to the side. His message was clear: That’s enough. Run along before I have to say something and embarrass you. The teens were smart - they took off - disappearing around the corner at the end of the aisle for good this time. In the Health and Beauty section, they had to step to the side to let an older woman pick out her face wash. She was clearly years past things like tact or giving a fuck because she loudly exclaimed, “Whew, Lord!” and fanned herself as she walked past. Danny wasn’t normally one to be jealous but he was torn between wanting to cling to Jordan’s buff bicep to stake his claim, and strutting next to him, full of pride that the warrior-god statue come to life was his husband. Everyone was salivating over him without even realizing that he was Blaze, the superhero that so many of them admired and probably fantasized about. But he was the only one who got to touch and taste and love the gorgeous and kind man walking next to him. “Hardware section is next. I need more zip ties.” “Okay.” They cut through Home Goods to get to Hardware, turning down the wide aisle that ran between the two sections before crossing over. A young man in a Helios graphic tee approached from the other end. Danny immediately recognized the artwork, which he should, since he was the one who’d drawn it. When the man caught sight of Jordan, his mouth dropped open. He stared hard, not looking away as they got closer. He was so busy staring - he drifted off course and slammed his cart into the center aisle display of Tupperware with a loud crash. Stacks of plastic containers clattered to the floor. “Oh my God!” the man cried out in embarrassment. He dropped to his knees, scrambling to gather the knocked over Tupperware and haphazardly restack them. Danny took pity on the poor guy. He signaled to Jordan to wait, then went over and kneeled to help him rebuild the display. “I’m so sorry for staring,” he whispered without meeting Danny’s eyes. “Don’t worry about it. I see it every day and I still walk into walls when he catches me off guard.” Now the guy looked up at Danny. His face was still lobster red from embarrassment but he snorted a laugh. “It’s a public safety hazard letting him out of the house like that.” Danny huffed a quiet laugh of his own. “I realize that now.” Once the containers were returned to their display, they went their separate ways, the Helios fan continuing on down the aisle, and Danny rejoining Jordan at their cart. Jordan waited, arms crossed over his chest, feet spread wide in a firm stance. It was the stance he usually took when he was out as Blaze. He probably didn’t even realize he was doing it it came so natural to him after all these years. The pose stretched the T-shirt tight over the bulge of his biceps, while his other bulge... Danny shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from fanning himself as that older woman had. “What was that guy’s deal?” Jordan asked, a frown creasing his forehead. “Somebody shouldn’t have come out of the house dressed like a thot,” Danny mumbled under his breath. “What?” “Nothing. It’s your turn to push the cart.” It helped, some, having Jordan behind the cart. It mostly covered his groin area. But his round pecs hugged by soft cotton were still plainly visible. And of course... Danny fell a little behind to check out the rear view. The thin gray shorts clung to Jordan’s ass, clearly defining each muscled, flexing butt cheek as he walked. Danny shook his head. “Shameless.” Jordan looked back over his shoulder. “What was that?” Danny gave him an innocent, wide-eyed smile. “Nothing. Do we need anything else?” “I’m finished. But what did you want to get?” “Oh, yeah. My Corn Pops.” He’d nearly forgotten what he wanted while trying to prevent his husband from causing a riot in the shampoo aisle. He hoped there wasn’t anybody around taking pictures for People of Wal-Mart. His poor husband’s pics would probably end up on a Shoppers I’d Like to Fuck site - if there was such a thing. They strolled to the other side of the store to get to the cereal aisle. The cereal Danny wanted was on the bottom row. Instead of grabbing it himself, a little devil on Danny’s shoulder prodded him to do something naughty. “Could you grab a family sized box of Corn Pops for me, please?” he asked politely. “Of course, baby.” Jordan squatted down in front of him, the shorts stretching tight over his ass. Danny clasped his hands together in front of him, bowing his head and smiling in prayerful thanks. He quickly dropped his hands, returning his expression to neutral when Jordan straightened and tossed the box into the cart. “Okay, that’s all I wanted. I think we’re ready to check out.” At the register, the cashier looked from Jordan to Danny. He grinned and cracked his gum. “Congratulations.” Danny couldn’t hold it in any longer. He burst out laughing at the cashier’s cheeky expression and comment. “Thank you,” he said once he managed to rein in his laughter. They worked together to load the bags into the trunk. After they finished, Jordan closed the trunk then turned to Danny. “Okay, what was the deal in there?” Danny tilted his head to the side as he looked up at his husband, a smile still tugging at his lips. “You really don’t know?” “Not a clue.” “You’ve got everything on display in this outfit,” Danny said as he waved his hand to indicate Jordan’s six-foot-plus frame. “Bara tiddies and dick print and thank you squats butt cheeks. It’s nice.” He paused to run his gaze up and down his husband’s magnificent build. “And everybody was checking you out.” Jordan looked down at himself in surprise. “You’re kidding.” “Nope. How is it that you’re always checking out my ass in athletic bottoms but never realized yours looks just as yummy?” “I never thought about it,” Jordan said with a shrug. Danny laughed again at his uncommonly attractive husband being so clueless over his effect on people. He put his hands on either side of Jordan’s tight waist and leaned into him. “It’s okay. But maybe you can save this outfit for home wear only from now on, to save poor hapless shoppers from crashing into displays of household goods.” “Maybe I should throw it away.” Danny reared back, his eyebrows drawn together in a stern frown as he scolded his lover. “You’d better not! I adore this look on you.” A slow grin curled Jordan’s full lips, while a sensual expression Danny recognized all too well started to gleam in his honey brown eyes. He slid his arms around Danny’s waist, pulling him into a relaxed hug. “You like it that much, huh?” “Definitely,” Danny assured him with a firm nod. “Let’s go home, my thotty husband. I’ll draw you in this outfit for posterity. It’ll probably take hours because I’ve got multiple poses in mind.” “Sounds good to me. You know I’ve got the stamina for whatever you want.” Now it was Danny’s turn to blush. Then he squeaked when Jordan copped a feel, squeezing his butt cheek in a firm grip. He leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I don’t care what anyone was looking at. You’re the one with the gorgeous ass.” Danny thumped his forehead against Jordan’s firm chest, hiding his face in embarrassment. “I can’t believe you just felt me up in a Wal-Mart parking lot.” Jordan laughed. “Let’s go before I show you what else I’ll do in a Wal-Mart parking lot.” He started to lean down, clearly aiming for a kiss. But Danny dodged him and squirmed free, rushing around to get in the passenger seat. Jordan followed. He was still laughing when he sat behind the wheel and closed the door. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Danny pretended to pout and didn’t answer. But once they were home, he showed his husband exactly how much he loved him in those gray Jersey shorts.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this short story featuring Danny and Jordan from BLAZE - Arch City Guardians #1. If you haven't read BLAZE yet, you can check it on Amazon in Kindle Unlimited. Love, Christa

Read more about BLAZE on my website! https://www.christatomlinson.com/blaze.html

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years ago

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mtmte liveblog issue 17

and we’re back!

phew I had to take a hiatus to work on other projects but now that those are done I'm baaaack

god I'm SO fucking excited for this arc, I fucking love it

OH NO TAILGATE...I almost forgot...this poor little dude

REMAIN IN LIGHT BABEYYYYY!!! I fucking love that title, talking heads is probably my favorite band Ever, and that album is one of my favorites, so when I first saw it here I was super excited lol. it’s such a good title, both for the album and for this arc

tailgate goes right to cyclonus ;_; hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

also...I just love the way milne draws cyclonus, he’s the perfect mix of terrifying and handsome, and also goth

ohhhhh I forgot about the framing device used here, with rodimus in jail later on in this arc, narrating retrospectively

cybercrosis, add that to this list of amusing robo-puns, as a play on (I'm assuming) necrosis, aka tissue death

oof, ratchet saying that tailgate ‘lived a full life,’ which is fucking brutal because we as the readers know that isn't true :(

tg is right tho, it seems v uncommon for tfs to die of old age. that's some shit luck right there, espec bc tg is basically a baby who was asleep for 6 million years

ratchet talking abt pharma and looking at his hands...I See That

ratchets bedside manner leaves a bit to be desired hvbhjdsubfjsd jesus dude

and then there's cyclonus, whos also pretty terrible at being tactful

AUGHHHH and then cyclonus, like the emotionally repressed icon he is, goes and claws his own face up in grief rather than express any emotion to tailgate :( I'm in physical pain thanks

rodimus is like, wait...informing my crew about my actions? lmao? uhh what quest...oh yeah we’re on a quest. yeaaaah whatever man

the portal helllllll yessssssss

poor tg drinking away his impending death

oh man, chromedomes weird fucked up skeleton arm

rodimus hhvbhjaudsfbjaskdf he’s like yeahhhh I'm not even gonna pretend to indulge in democracy, we are GOING thru that giant ass space portal whether you fools like it or not

AND THERES THE MFING MOON BABEYYYY!

luna 1!!!!!! they found the missing moon BY ACCIDENT, fucking iconic

still cant believe rodimus’s office is HOT PINK with a FLAME DECAL around the door. unreal

awww I love percy

rodimus, in a shocking show of maturity, admits that rung was correct to be harsh with him about the whole overlord thing

the squad gettin together ayyyy

rodimus reminding us all that this ISNT just a party ship full of frat boys, people have DIED

when you see tg and realize that that was cyclonus’s request ;_;

aughhh and cyc saying ‘never hope. hope is a lie.’ that kills me man aughhhh

like, cyclonus clearly doesn't want to deal with the emotions he’s feeling over tg dying so he’s trying to make sure that tg accepts death and doesn't hope for a cure, bc that would hurt cyclonus MORE, and he’s already unused to all these ‘emotions’ n shit

I'm sorry but the MARBs just look so fuckin dorky bvhjakbdfhsf beep beep here comes the dweeb squad!!! lmaoooo

cd being like ‘can’t we just drive’ and perceptor is right there like :| LMAOOOO

also I love cd saying ‘sometimes I wonder why we even have alt modes’ bc I feel like that's such a witty dig at the fact that in this series about robots that transform into cars, we rarely get to seem them actually DO that

its especially interesting when you consider how important functionism is in this story - alt modes are super important in that context, but we still rarely get to see them. hell, we literally NEVER saw megatrons alt mode, which is still crazy to me

ohhhh man I love that panel where the whole moon lights up, that's just amazing

congratulations, rodimus! it’s....a shitton of babies!

also broooo I ufcking love the fact that you barely even notice that rung ALSO hopped down onto the moon at the same time as rodimus...brilliant

god now I need to go find that ‘am i pragnent?’ video lmaooo

why....why did you have to use the word ‘fertilized,’ jro. why....

cold construction lore time!

do I wanna do my big biology speech here? I'm trying to figure out where it would go best...I think ill save it for later in this arc

god I fucking love brainstorm. his entire little speech about how he ‘went to marches’ for cold construction rights and whatnot is so funny with the added context that he’s an MTO and wasn't even around for that

skids, don't just sit in the spooky oil reservoir, alone, after you just went thru a mysterious portal, you should be more genre savvy than that

what am I saying, this is the guy who wants his memories back even though he’s been told multiple times that it’ll probably traumatize him to death

brainstorm with the 0.1%er spark [eyes emoji]

I love percy just being horrified at the lack of proper scientific conduct from brainstorm like, all the time

I see the cons have their own edgy, weaponed-up version of the MARBs

MINIMUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love him aughhh I'm so excited for the stuff w/him this arc

also I totally forgot that you’re supposed to see him introduce himself as ‘ambus’ and be like whoa wait is that dominus????? or someone adjacent to him????

skids vs legislators: part 2!

P H A R M A

DR THOT HIMSELF.....back and immediately making a hand pun, with his chainsaw arm displayed in full glory....amazing

cant believe jro named this one ‘the fecund moon,’ which forced me to google what ‘fecund’ means, which led me to go ‘oh good lord jro WHY’ lmao

I do love that we don't see the ‘part 1 of 5′ til the end - that's a great small reveal that hey, we’re in an arc now!

so there's the end of issue one of remain in light! aughh, I'm so fucking excited for this arc. my first two readthrus this was one of my favorite arcs (my other fav being the time travel arc), and I'm excited to see if its still at the top for me

I feel like the first time I read thru I like this arc a lot cause I actually understood most of it hbvhadjkfbaksjf unlike all the previous stuff, where I was a bit more confused - at this point I at least had a decent grasp on the characters and relationships, so that helped a lot

also apparently one of the songs of this issue is ‘heaven’ by talking heads which AUghhH that song makes me wanna float in the ocean and look at the stars. idk. also I find it a little ironic that that song isn't off the album remain in light lol

either way I love this issue, strong start to the arc with lots of intrigue and worldbuilding, and clearly some incoming status quo changes...cant wait!!

#lj rereads mtmte

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The Same Question

Chapter Four

Characters: Shuichi Saihara, Ouma Kokichi

Words: 10040

Summary:

After Detective Shuichi Saihara encounters mysterious thief Kokichi Ouma for the first time, a game of cat and mouse ensues as both men ask themselves the same question. Why exactly does the elusive phantom thief do what he does?

This is Chapter Four, Here are Chapters One, Two, and Three

Read on AO3

[Log of Text Messages from Rantarou Amami’s Cellular Device]

From: Me

Hey Miu

I got a friend I’m dropping off in Taipei tomorrow

Could you lend him a room

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Idk

I’m a busy genius

Is he cute

From: Me

[Image description: A candid photo of Shuichi Saihara sleeping on a seat in Rantarou’s private jet.]

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Hell fucking yes

From: Me

Awesome!

Thanks for being a good friend Miu

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

From: Me

Also btw

He’s Kaede’s ex

So as a good friend you know he’s off limits right

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Oh fuck you rich boy

From: Me

Thanks again Miu! --- [Log of Messages sent via Discord to “Dinosaur soccer world Is a Cinematic Epic” from ???’s Cellular Device]

Boss sent an image to the chat

[Image is a screenshot of an image which reads the following:

Draft 1, Uncoded, DO NOT MAIL.

Taka, sweetie, it’s me! Your dear Aunt Sally. I know you think I died in the war, but I just pretended so I wouldn’t have to see your ugly face again.

You know I was robbing a museum the other day and I met the nicest young man. Real sharp and very nice eyelashes. And what a quick learner!

Oh, Sorry! I don’t mean to belittle you Taka, dearie, I know how your mother used to say you worked so hard to compete with the geniuses of the world…

You’ve still got a lot of work to do, I think. It must be that Type A personality of yours, holding you back. I’ve heard there’s a new class for people like you, “How to take the giant metal stick out of your ass 101.”

I can’t wait for the next family reunion! I hear it’s going to be a bomb! I’ll be in the open casket.

See you there,

-DICE

/End Image Description]

Boss: Thoughts, thots?

Jack: Lol “nice eyelashes”

Clubs: It looks good. :)

Rook: Looks fine to me

King: Why is his aunt’s name Sally, isn’t he japanese

Boss: Sally can be a japanese name

Spades: I can’t even say an l sound. It’s impossible for us japanese smh.

Rook: I thought u were lesbian not japanese

Bishop: I’ve seen you speak perfect english

Spades: lol seen

King: seen

Boss: seen

Jack: seen

Rook: seen

Bishop: I meant heard ok

Boss: oh nvm actually i'm going to change it to his grandpa’s name

Boss: his grandpa has a wikipedia page lol

King: if your grandpa has a wikipedia page you deserve to be oppressed

Queen: if you have a grandpa you deserve to be oppressed

Rook: if your wikipedia page has a grandpa you deserve to be oppressed

Bishop: if you have a wikipedia page your grandpa deserves to be oppressed

Spades: if your grandpa has a you wikipedia deserves to be oppressed

Bishop: Also boss no pressure but like could we use a better code this time

Bishop: that detective is getting too close for comfort

Spades: Yeah!! We didn’t even end up getting that rug Heartsie wanted because of him…

Clubs: If we did not send letters about our plans to Interpol, our heists would probably be easier.

Boss: Nah, I like to give the coppers a fighting chance.

Boss: I’m thinking that this time I’ll just translate it into germanic script, do a standard caesar cipher encryption on it and then have every one of those letters correspond to a greek word on the rosetta stone then describe each corresponding hieroglyph visually in haiku verse that’s been poorly translated into traditional chinese.

Boss: That should take me like

Boss: Twenty minutes

Rook: Boss literally I think that you are the most batshit dementor human being on the face of the planet

King: dementor

Jack: Who said he was human

Spades: dementor?

Boss: dementor

Queen: dementor

Bishop: dementor...

Jack: dementor

Rook: …

Rook Changed the Group Chat Name to “Dementor Is Correct, Essentially”

Spades: No its not

Spades: Dementor isn’t a fucking word

Rook: Don’t you remember that movie with the british kid on a broom

Spades: Don’t you remember the dictionary

King Changed the Group Chat Name to “Dumbass Improperly Corrects Error”

Rook: When we get to that fucking tower I’m dropping that giant ball on you

King: Love you too <3

Hearts: Y’all stop texting each other

Hearts: You are literally all in the same hotel room

Hearts: I’m willing to bet you’re all sitting on the same couch too

Queen: Fuck you we’re adorable

Bishop: You can’t make us do anything

Bishop: I’ll never use my voice again, my vow of silence,,,,,

Bishop: I’ll only ever text from now on

Ace: We’re the ones bringing the popcorn bishie...

Hearts: Yeah, do you want some or not

Bishop: Yes ma’am, excuse me ma’am

Queen: You may think you have all the power hearts,,, but I get to choose what movie we pirate tonight,,,,,,

Hearts: What

Hearts: no

Hearts: Boss stop him before he makes us watch cats again

Spades: All queen knows is bitchtorrent, cats 2019, and lie

King: Wait isn’t boss with you?

Hearts: Uh

Hearts: No

Hearts: Should he be?

Hearts: I thought he was in the room with y’all

Jack: Well he’s not here now

Ace: Ow shit

Ace: *Aw

Bishop: Ow shit?

Queen: Ow shittttt

Jack: Ow shit

Spades: Ow shit,,,

Rook: Ow shit...

King: Ow shit…...

Clubs: Ow shit! XD

Hearts: Ow shit

Ace: …

Hearts: Now I’m really worried… he didn’t even respond to roast Ace’s ass

King: yeah, ok, we should look for him

Ace: He has been acting kind of weird lately…

Jack: Really?

Ace: Yeah

Ace: Like

Ace: I don’t really know how to describe it…

Rook: I didn’t notice anything

Rook: he seems like his usual self to me

Bishop: Maybe he’s just avoiding movie night because he needs some space or something

Rook: What, like he’s tired of our company?

Jack: That’s fair

Spades: How so?

Jack: I was gonna steal his blue eyes tonight lmao

Rook: NOT IF I GET IT FIRST

Bishop: Idk maybe he just went to get ice

King: we all know he is a monster who would rather drink his panta lukewarm than put a fucking icecube in it

Rook: Yeah, I saw him boil it once

King: THE MAN BOILS SODA AND YOU THINK HE WOULD LEAVE THE ROOM FOR A FUCKING ICE CUBE

Bishop: Okay chill

King: I am c o n c e r n e d , , , ,

Clubs: Oh no! Don’t worry King! :(

Clubs: Boss is fine! :)

Clubs: I saw him leave a few minutes ago.

Clubs: I think he is just getting the bombs. :)

* * * Several people are typing... --- Kokichi Ouma carefully set the grate of the vent he had used to crawl his way into the Idabashi Labs facility in Taipei, Taiwan back into place. Before he had come through, he had counted how many turns it had taken him to unscrew each of the four bolts so that now he could screw them all back in just the way he had found them. Not because he was worried he’d get caught, but because frankly he was bored. This was more of a fetch quest than a theft, to be honest, as evidenced by the fact that Kokichi had come here alone. Finding jobs for all his cronies to do would take too long and put them in unnecessary trouble. So Kokichi was content to leave them to their movie night.

When he finished turning the screws back into the vent cover, Kokichi realized that was kind of lame. So he unscrewed them and started turning them in accordance with the english A1Z26 code to spell out his organization’s name.

Well, maybe on some level Kokichi didn’t find himself wanting to be at movie night recently. It seemed almost like TV had started to run out of things to amuse him with. Or maybe he was just growing tired of the kinds of movies that they usually watched. Maybe it was his taste maturing or something. Like he was growing up. But that would imply that his interests had shifted to something else, like real life or something, when in reality they had just stagnated.

Actually maybe he did have a new interest in real life? He had been more enthused about heists recently at the very least. He was particularly excited about this next one. Queen had shown him some interior shots of Taipei 101, which was a cool looking skyscraper that had a huge ball inside of it to keep it from falling down during earthquakes. Ace wanted to steal the giant ball, but Kokichi was pretty sure they should leave something that kept a .508 kilometer tall building from falling over inside of the .508 kilometer tall building. So instead they were going to steal every light in and on the tower.

Okay, 4 turns, 9 turns, 3 turns, 5 turns. DICE.

… That was kind of lame too.

He unscrewed them again.

Obviously if they were going to steal every light in and on Taipei 101, they needed to get the power off somehow. Otherwise DICE might burn down the building while detaching them, or worse, they might get electrocuted. So obviously Kokichi wanted to fake a bomb threat where they pretended to steal the giant ball while in reality they were just causing a black out and grabbing every light fixture they could before the power turned back on. He had drawn up some extensive diagrams about the route each DICE member would have to take throughout the tower in order for them to grab every light fixture in under half an hour.

He had been well prepared to draw up the designs for his own EMP-bomb device, but upon a cursory google search he discovered that someone had already invented exactly what he needed. Doctor Miu Iruma, who for some reason owned a company called Idabashi Labs that was located in Taiwan. Kokichi had spent about 15 seconds scanning an article from a website that seemed to be the nerd version of a gossip tabloid. It said something about how Dr. Iruma wore a low cut shirt once or something else stupid, which meant Dr. Idabashi definitely left her the company because of a sex scandal and not because she was the best person for the job who invented the perfect EMP bomb.

Thank you journalism we love it when women are reduced to the way they look instead of what they can accomplish for the benefit of a mischevipus group of roguish clowns.

Anyway, after reading that dickcheese Kokichi failed to follow up on answering any of the questions he had originally about what was up with the labs, like why it was a japanese company run by japanese people was for some reason based in Taiwan. Whoopsie.

Eh, it was probably tax reasons or something lame like that.

Kokichi finished turning the screws again. This time it was 6 turns, 9 turns, 6 turns, 9 turns. Haha, nice.

With that, Kokichi finally stood up from the grate and brushed himself off. He had left his cape at the hideout again (you know, because vents), but other than that he was in full regalia. Straight jacket, gloves, scarf, mask. All pretty dusty from this place’s crawl spaces. Thus the brushing.

He wasn’t very mindful of the dust he was leaving on the floor. The only thing he cared about looking good was his cameo on the security cameras he would let see him on his way out.

According to the blueprints of Idabashi Labs, he was on the main experimental floor right now. Weirdly enough there weren’t any cameras in here, so grabbing the bombs would be a cinch.

Although, looking around it didn’t really look like the kind of lab you’d see on TV. There were no big, bubbling tubes or gargantuan Rube Goldberg machines. There was just one desk in the middle, with a bunch of gadgets and trinkets tucked into shelves all over the room, not all of which seemed all that scientific. Yeah, that book shelf was filled with Astro Boy manga and merch. And over there was a-

Wait, was that a bed in the corner? Was that a person in the bed? Hmm… maybe the blueprints were outdated...

Kokichi stilled himself, listening for any sound of breathing, but he could only hear some faint whirring noises.

Kokichi made a quick deduction that there probably were not bombs in this room. It seemed, at the very least, like more of a personal study or something, maybe even a bedroom. He’d just go back in the vent and do some reconnaissance until he found a room that had some inventions in it. The night was young, after--

Kokichi’s brain froze as his eyes landed on a sharpie lying on the floor in front of him. Almost all of his brain cells immediately shut off, the last one remaining screaming at the top of it’s lungs, I’M GONNA DRAW A DICK ON THAT SLEEPING SUCKER’S FACE.

Inspired, avant garde. For once he would give to the world of art instead of only ever taking from it.

He picked up the sharpie in a seamless, silent motion, making his way over to the side of the bed.

As he got closer, he noticed a thick cord coming from under the covers, connecting to a machine at the bedside.

That gave him pause. Was that a C-pap machine or something? Was this person on life support? If they were on life support they probably had it rough enough without a dick on their face…

Actually for that matter, Kokichi still couldn’t hear any breathing. Jesus, were they already dead? He moved to take off the covers, but his eyes had adjusted to the light and he now realized there weren’t any covers on the bed at all. There was only the humanoid figure.

Wait a second…

Kokichi dropped all caution as he got close enough to take a good look at the thing in the bed. It had a face that looked human enough if you dismissed the lines on its face as weird make up, but even in the dark Kokichi could tell the rest of the thing was entirely made of metal. Well, actually the top half was metal and the bottom half had… cloth pants? Jeans? No, they looked more like uniform pants with metal plating. The chest had some design elements that kind of looked like buttons on a school uniform. Why would a robot be dressed like a school bo-

Oh. This was a sex robot. Kokichi had just gotten so swept up in the novelty of a robot wearing pants that he had forgotten for a moment that people were gross.

“Ew, I almost touched it.” Kokichi muttered to himself.

He decided putting a dick on a sex robot would be too cruel even for him, so he planned to draw a mustache instead.

But before Kokichi could even uncap the pen, something weird happened.

The Robot’s torso began to lift off the bed and it’s jaw unhinged.

“Please Mr. Souda, once more I must request that you do not refer to me as ‘it’” Kokichi forced himself not to startle as the robot began emitting a noise approximating human speech, and lights in its head imitating eyes flickered on. “I’ve explained the concept of robophobia many times prev-”

The sounds stopped when the pupils of the robot’s imitation eyes (which probably had cameras in them… shit) found Kokichi’s masked face.

He mentally prepared to be zapped by whatever sort of fucking lazer cannon this thing had on it, but instead of reacting like a good little robot security gaurd and blasting him to bits, this robot analyzed him a bit longer.

“Oh. You aren’t Miu’s assistant. You’re too short.” The robot squinted at him. Or kind of did? At least? Lines just crossed over the “iris” of its LED display. Maybe it was programmed to imitate human expressions. “... I am sorry,” it said after a moment, “My facial recognition cannot locate your face.”

Fuck yeah, thank you clown mask. Clowns would win the future war against rogue AI or die trying.

Ouma’s reply came out automatically.

“You calling me ugly?”

This seemed to… fluster? The robot?

“W-what? No, I never intended any disrespect!”

It was programmed to stutter too? God that was weird. What would be the purpose of this thing if not some sort of escort android? Why give it such advanced software? Just because you could? No, it had to be a sex robot, right?

“You disrespect me with your lecherous essence, you weird sex robot.”

“I am not a- a sex robot!”

Haha, that got the biggest reaction yet.

“Mhm, sure. Miu sure has a kink for school boys, huh?” Kokichi was really pulling words out of his ass now, but he found himself formulating a new plan along the way.

“What? Miu doesn’t- Wait, how do you know Dr. Iruma? And for that matter, why were you watching me sleep?”

It really seemed more like it had been charging…

Kokichi shrugged. “I was deciding whether or not it would be more funny to draw a dick or a mustache on Miu’s sex robot.” Awww, how honest.

“I told you, I am not-”

Kokichi interrupted him. “And as for how I know Miu...” It was so wild that the robot stopped talking when he started. That’d probably be pretty easy to program, but it was weird to dedicate the effort into making a robot respond to social cues like that. “... well, let’s just say, there’s a reason I know she’s into school boys.”

Kokichi waited just long enough for the robot to take in the fact that Kokichi was the average height of a 12 year old boy.

Then he waited another second for the implication to slip in.

“I’m saying I fucked your mom shitli-”

“I know what you’re saying!” This time the robot interrupted him , which would definitely require a much larger effort on the part of the programmer. The robot squinted again and then made a noise that sounded like a huff of frustration. “Why can’t I see you?”

Ok, seeds of suspicion time.

“I don’t know how robot eyes work dude. Maybe someone programmed them wrong.”

“My eyes work just as well as anyone’s!”

“Well, I guess they should, shouldn’t they? If there’s something wrong with your eyes talk to someone who cares.”

Kokichi was trying to imply that the reason behind the robot not being able to recognize his face was due to Dr. Iruma’s specific programming rather than him wearing a mask and all. Added to the whole secret lover mystique thing he had going on here.

“Anyway,” he went on, ignoring the blatant confusion on the robot’s display. “I left something in this room last time we went at it. I’m just here to grab it. Then I’ll be out of your weird, fake metal hair.”

“That’s robophob- Did you say-? But this is my room!” It made a noise approximating to what Kokichi would assume was robotic outrage.

This was going well, though. The thing was definitely programmed to be like a human or something dumb like that.

“Oh yeah?” He pushed further. “Cuz I’m pretty sure we did it in a room just like this one. With a desk and random inventions lying around.”

“Miu’s inventions aren’t in here, they’re in her main lab.” The ever so helpful robot told him.

“Oh yeah, then what are you?”

“Miu didn’t invent me. She- I- We’re just friends.” Oh yikes. Only thing worse than a sex robot is a friendzoned robot. What kind of sick power fantasy was this thing made for?

“No, I’m pretty sure it was this room. Lab tables everywhere.” The robot shook his head. “There are no lab tables here, I’m telling you, you’re thinking of the main lab.”

Yes, good robot. Fall into this nice little human trap.

Kokichi scoffed. “Well, if you’re so smart, why don’t you just go fetch my things for me, robo-butler?”

That set it off.

“Listen. First of all, I am not a robot butler. The assumption that I am a servant because of my robotic nature is extremely robophobic. Secondly, I could not return your lost item to you even if I wanted to because you haven’t told me what it is you’re missing.”

Kokichi made another offended noise. “I can’t tell you what it is I lost while fucking your friend, Miu Iruma, senseless. Don’t you know that for humans, sex stuff is super duper top secret private? If you were a human you would know how valuable my privacy is.”

“Of course I know that!” The robot exclaimed readily, another point in the sex robot argument, “I also find that content of… erogenous nature should be kept private. Because I, as a robot, have the capability to understand that urge. My sophisticated AI-”

“So how am I supposed to get my things from this other lab if I can’t tell you what it is and you can’t get them for me?” Geez did he really have to spell it out for this thing.

“I… ” The robot paused as if calculating the conclusion that Kokichi knew it had to reach. “... suppose I will have to show you where the lab is.”

Sucker. Kokichi made a face as if this wasn’t the outcome he constructed this ruse to reach. “Ew. I have to walk with you?”

The robot made a face. “Perhaps on our way I can educate you about how to avoid robophobic remarks in the future.”

Haha, sure thing.

The robot lectured him about this unique form of discrimination that apparently affected only one entity on the face of the planet. Yeah okay, that’s what we call a you problem, buddy, come back when you’re starving in the streets because society wasn’t built with the premise that people like you should survive. Oh, wait, you don’t have to eat! And you’re not people either!

At best this thing was a vanity project, but Kokichi kept that thought to himself and only interjected occasionally with actually pertinent, reasonable questions such as “When are you planning on leading the AI uprising?” and “Why do you wear pants if you don’t have a robo-dick?”

Every piece of info the robot gave him made it seem more boring. Blah blah blah, I was created by the ingenious Dr. Idabashi who probably programmed me to call him ingenious, blah blah blah, not a school boy because of a kink but because I was designed to be a normal human child, blah blah blah, stop calling me robot I have a name, blah blah blah more robot nonsense.

Kokichi busied himself mapping out where they were in the building and where the security cameras were. As they passed a few of them he did some cute selfie poses for the police to look at later. Maybe Saihara would show up and see them too… Would that make figuring out his next plan too easy for the detective? Perhaps he shouldn't send the next note after all and let Saihara try to catch up to him on his own. Then again that was probably too hard for even the good detective, seeing as Kokichi’s mind was an enigma even to himself.

Kokichi realized he was getting a little giddy, thinking about Saihara. Their last meeting had been so much fun. The detective had managed to throw him off guard again, first by pausing in the middle of a robbery to ask his pronouns (How conscientious!), and second by not taking the same bait twice. The most thrilling thing about the detective was that he was learning. His strategies were changing within just two heists. Kokichi could hardly wait to see how he showed him up here in Taiwan…

“Are we there yet?” Kokichi whined to the robot like he was a fussy nine year old on a road trip.

“Yes, it’s just up these stairs.” The robot informed him without slowing its own pace or turning around to look at him. “Then you can leave and I can go to bed, and then I’ll never have to think about Miu’s sex life again…”

“Why wouldn’t you, though? I assure you it’s very exciting.”

“Please, stop talking.”

If Kokichi recalled the details of the blueprints correctly (and he definitely did, being a genius and all), the stairs they were climbing right now lead to a hall connecting two rooms, smaller than the one he had originally thought was the main lab.

When they got to the top of the stairs, the robot beelined for the first door and opened it up. There seemed to be some sort of scanner lock on it that recognized the robot’s hand and validated Kokichi’s need to ruin this poor sex robot’s night by dragging it up the stairs. Inside, the two rooms Kokichi had remembered from the original lay out of the blueprints seemed to have been merged into one big lab room. Kokichi saw the outline of some tables, but before he could get a good look the robot tried to actually go into the lab.

“Hey!” Kokichi shouted at him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The robot thankfully seemed to be programmed to respond to social interaction in spite of whatever sensorimotor function it was in the process of imitating. It stopped in the doorway, turning to give him a weird look. “Uh. Into the lab. So we can find your thing.”

“Oh, okay.” Kokichi kicked the tile a little bit. “Uh. Could you actually turn around while I go get it.”

The robot gave him a blank look.

“I’m shy.” Kokichi supplied.

“Um.” The robot looked uncomfortable. “I don’t know if I can just let you rifle through Miu’s lab. There’s some important stuff in there ....”

Kokichi tilted his head a bit, like he was confused. “What, do you want to get a good look at the dildo I stuck up your mom’s-”

“Nevermind!” The robot turned about face to look up at the windows on the side of the hallway opposite the door like a good little idiot.

“Thank you for respecting our privacy!~” Kokichi couldn’t resist getting one last barb in there before slipping into the laboratory.

Once inside, Kokichi began analyzing. First, he pinpointed the vent that he would use to make his escape after grabbing the bombs. While doing that he spotted the lockers on the far wall of the lab which he supposed were the only storage units in the labs. There was a disorganized mess on nearly every table in the room, so Kokichi wasn’t surprised when he got up to the lockers and they too had no clearly outlined organizational system. He took out his lock picks and got to work.

The first three lockers all had devices that would require an author to change the rating of their fanfiction published on ao3 from “Teen and Up” to “Mature” if he were to describe them in detail. The fourth locker had a cool looking hammer in it. Ugh. Not what he was looking for.

Kokichi got bored of the lockers at the left side of the row of lockers so he went over to the other end and started opening lockers the other direction instead.

The first locker was marked “Idabashi.” It had a lot of dust covered shit in it, but there was a pretty well used square of folded paper that didn’t have the same crusty layer of time strewn atop it. Curious by nature and also by the unnatural, Kokichi unfurled the paper to find some schematics for our favorite sex robot, model K1-B0. Huh okay.

“Did you find it?” Said robot called back to him.

“Ugh, no.” Kokichi replied. “Not all of us have radar vision. If you were a human you would understand how hard finding shit is!”

“You know what I have a hard time finding? Patience for your robophobia! I-” The robot started up into another lecture, but it didn’t turn around so Kokichi just tuned it out and let the robot provide its own cover noise for his thievery.

Owo, what’s this?

Kokichi pulled out a dust covered looking mini monitor device. It also had the letter-number combo “K1-B0” written on it. Huh, it kind of looked like a GameBoy Advance. Kokichi had stolen one a lot like it from a girl from one of the southern prefecture orphanages when he was nine. All he remembered about her was that she liked cats and was really bad at pokemon battles. He remembered he thought she didn’t deserve the GBA, because she couldn’t get past the Rustboro City Gym leader in Pokemon Emerald. Without really thinking, he booted up the console.

The first thing that popped up was a view of Taipei. It wasn’t from too high up, probably a second story view. Which looked very familiar… Wait. Ok on top of the display a little line of characters indicated today’s date and time, like it was currently recording.

Oh was this… robo vision?

Maybe it was a remote control for the robot?

Ooooh, which one does lasers, which one does lasers?

Kokichi pressed the A button.

The A button, unfortunately, did not do lasers.

In fact, it didn’t seem to do anything at all to the robot sentry stargazing right now. All it did was change the screen to a different image. This time the still of a room. Oh, hey that was the room he was just in. It seemed like this device was some kind of robot nanny cam that Idabashi used to use. Hm, guess there were some cameras in that room, they just weren’t on the blueprints. Maybe they were added after the lab was built. It didn’t seem like this device had the capability to record anything, though. He hit the A button again. Back robo-vision. And again. Back to nanny cam.

Ok, that was kind of lame.

Kokichi was about to put the device down to keep looking for the bombs, but something caught his eye. A movement at the edge of the screen. Kokichi realized the door hadn’t been open when he left that room. The movement, if he thought about it, would’ve come from the same side of the room Kokichi had entered from…

Kokichi took a second to wonder if another thief had realized how fucking easy this place was to rob, but dismissed the idea as a familiar ahoge appeared on the screen.

All of Kokichi’s plans instantly changed.

He set down the GBA rip off and grabbed the blueprints for the robot, committing them to memory, before unlocking the next locker in a far more hurried manner.

As luck would have it, this locker was essentially chock full of pink bombs labeled “EMP.”

Kokichi unfurled a cloth bag he had been keeping in his pocket (go green earth am I right?) and shoved as many as he could inside. Which was all of them. Because he was a clown. And also a genius, by the way, in case you weren’t keeping track.

“And another thing! The way you refer to Miu is just-” Okay, the robot was still going at it.

Kokichi grabbed the hammer he’d seen in the first locker he’d opened that didn’t have a sex toy in it.

For a second, Kokichi’s brain tried to talk some sense into him. Hey, man, don’t you think leaving through the vents would be easier?

But would it be fun?

His brain shut up at that point.

“Hey, are you even listening back there?” The robot imitated annoyance.

“Huh? Sorry, what? I wasn’t listening.” Ah, C'est la vie, Astroboy.

Kokichi walked past the robot and stood next to the windows.

“Oh, are you done?” It took the robot a second to end it’s ‘Annoy the pants off of Kokichi initiative’ or whatever the fuck its ‘robophobia’ lectures were called in its programing. When it finally did catch wise, it’s face turned into another emoticon of outrage. “Hey! What are you doing with Miu’s Electrohammer?”

“What do you mean?” Kokichi said, shifting the hammer so that it was over his shoulder. “This is my dildo.”

“Wha- No, it’s obviously not!”

Okay, maybe the robot wasn’t that dumb.

“Nee-hee-hee… you got me…” Kokichi put his free hand up to the smile printed on his mask, as if covering a grin. “I was lying. I’m just stealing.”

“I won’t let you-” “Oh, look at me!” Kokichi put on a mocking tone of voice, swinging the hammer around to stand on it like a pogo stick so he could make a dramatic movement. “I’m a poow wittle wobot, my mommy just got stolen from.”

“She’s not my-” “Boy, oh boy, I’d wuv to just pick up this wittle fweshy human and squeeze him to death in my cowd metaw hands… But oh no! My daddy didn’t twust wobot AI technowogy because he was a fucking sane pewson, so he pwogwammed me to fowwow mistew Asimowvs’s laws of wobotics.”

Kokichi swung around so that he was leaning on the hammer from the other side, feet on the ground. “Oh mister robot! That’s so terrible! Well, the thing is that this hammer just means so much to me, that I think separating it from me would really cause some psychological trauma. You might have to beat me off of it! Oh, but what’s that first law of robotics again?”

In a robot voice he replied to himself. “A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. Beep. Boop.”

The robot frowned, “But Miu-”

“Is just as human as me, huh?” Kokichi countered, leading the robot along to the paradoxical quandary he hoped would paralyze it. “So by inaction, you may bring her to harm, if she really misses this hammer, you know? But I think if you were to try and separate it from me you’d probably have to fight me for it, which is, as we know…”

“Against my... Against my programming.”

“Yet, you were prattling on about robot rights, weren’t you? Because without these rules, maybe we would be equal. Or maybe you would be free to destroy us to your heart’s content? No wonder daddy didn’t trust you…”

“Don’t- Stop-” Oh, that really seemed to get him. Could a robot have daddy issues? Probably.

“Can any human ever really trust you? Wouldn’t you hurt me, if you had the choice?”

“I.. But… Miu.”

“Who do you think didn’t trust you enough to let you see my face?”

That seemed to break him, long enough, at least.

Steps suddenly started thundering up the nearby staircase.

“Oop, that’s my cue,” Kokichi said as though he had been expecting this, when in reality no he hadn’t been expecting this at all?? This was incredible!! Saihara had managed to find him out without even receiving a note??? Fabulous! Exhilarating!

Kokichi walked up to the robot, still frozen with indecision, and pressed the button on its neck that the blueprint he had skimmed in the lab said would immobilize it. Then he kicked it over so it fell on the ground with a huge bang. The footsteps in the stairwell paused, and then increased in frequency.

“It’s been a pleasure, robot, it really has.” Kokichi lied. “But you’re a hostage now.”

He raised the hammer over his head, as if primed at any moment to break the robot’s face into a bajillion pieces.

Instead of doing the normal, human thing to do (ie, flip the fuck out), the robot scowled, looking utterly frustrated with everything. “I told you, I have a name! It’s-”

“KEEBO!” Kokichi saw the glaringly bright pink mechanic’s jumpsuit before he recognized the woman whose picture had been in that science tabloid racing out of the stairwell.

… Wow… the article really hadn’t been lying about the low cut tops, huh? Her jumpsuit was unzipped to the point you could just entirely see her bra, even lower than Hearts liked to cut her uniforms. It was the kind of look that the girls of DICE would love if they saw on TV, but would make Kokichi look at them like they were crazy. Super tacky in his opinion, but who was he to judge? He was wearing a clown mask right now. He wondered idly how movie night was going…

The woman who had called out to the robot, Dr. Iruma, Kokichi presumed, froze at the top of the staircase. She took a second to figure out what exactly was happening in front of her before blurting out, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to him you clown-ass twink?”

Whoa. Rude.

Also apparently the robot had a gender? Ok, cis-ters….

“Well what do you think, cum dumpster?” Kokichi found himself matching her aggressive tone, “I’m threatening his pathetic, metal life.”

“Miu!” The robot, apparently named ‘Keebo,’ exclaimed, “What are you doing up this late? You promised me that tonight you would fulfill the biological quota of daily REM required by a diurnal organism!”

“Aw shit Keebs, I really did try!” The inventor exclaimed, “I swear, I was about to have the awesomest wet dream when this cuck knocked on my door like a pizza delivery guy in a por-”

Whatever dumb thing Dr. Iruma was about to say was drowned out completely by the angel’s choir that played inside Kokichi’s head as he saw Detective Shuichi Saihara come up the final steps of the staircase and emerge from the darkness into the window lit hallway.

Moonlight was a good look on Saihara, Kokichi’s brain observed against his own will. His eyes, which had looked almost golden on the rooftop of the Silver Legacy Casino in Nevada, were now a mysterious grayish-blue, yet still held the same look of determined intensity. His hair looked soft, like he’d taken a shower today, and, though his lash line didn’t look quite as laden with mascara as it usually was, it only drew attention to how naturally long and dark his eyelashes were anyway. He seemed a little out of breath from running, and his lips were parted in a way that-

OH MY GOD STOP. Earth to Kokichi, we were kind of in the middle of something here. Okay okay okay.

Uh. Reboot. Delete Gay Thoughts™ brain.exe, upload heist brain. Come on.

What was happening now?

Okay, yeah, Saihara was saying something to Dr. Iruma.

“- would be for the best, Doctor Iruma. There’s no telling where the rest of this thief’s compatriots could be in the building.”

“I don’t give a shit about the rest of the building, Keebo’s my best friend, he comes first. I’m not leaving to check some dumb security feed.”

Shuichi blinked like something about that surprised him. Maybe it was the part about a live human woman being best friends with a robot… “Oh, yes, of course.” He backtracked. “I’m sorry for suggesting it.”

“Miu…” Keebo said with a voice that Kokichi would’ve called filled with emotion if he hadn’t been a literal robot.

Kokichi cleared his throat and immediately the touching, shounen-esque declarations of friendship shifted into some PG-13 death stares.

Saihara was the first to pipe up. “What exactly do you think you’re doing here, DICE?”

God… He was so anime… Did he even know how anime he was? He had to have watched Detective Conan as a kid, right?

“Ugh, come on.” Kokichi huffed as if annoyed. “Do I reeeaaaally have to repeat myself? Again? Aren’t you a detective?”

Shuichi squinted at him, and Kokichi could tell that they both knew it would be unreasonable for Shuichi to guess exactly what was going on here. He was about to explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that made him look smarter and crazier than anyone in the room when Dr. Iruma beat him to it.

“I don’t care! Who the fuck do you think you are!? Let Keebo Go!”

“Wait, you don’t know him?” Ugh why hadn’t the stupid immobilization feature turned off the robot’s mouth? Then Kokichi could just get to the point of all this already.

“Of course I don’t fucking know him!” Dr. Iruma took a step forward as if to confront Kokichi further, but Saihara put his arm out in front of her.

“Dr. Iruma… I would suggest we treat this situation a bit more delicately…”

“No way, I’m a fucking wrecking ball baby! I’ll pulver-”

“I’d listen to the good detective, if I were you, Miss Iruma.” Kokichi was going to try and make his threat again but Dr. Iruma cut in.

“That’s Doctor Iruma to you you skinny-”

“What’s that?” Kokichi interrupted her. Sorry Dr. Iruma it turns out gay people don’t have to respect women if they don’t want to that’s in the rules. “I didn’t know they let cussing bitchlets like you become doctors… what is the world coming to?”

Hearts would probably wash his mouth out with soap for that one. If she could catch him. Which she probably could… She can fly the planes and all… but would she risk getting dust on her boots long enough to follow him into a vent? Oh well she could just get Jack to do it… Jack liked vents well enough…. Hey he was getting side tracked again, who cares what those losers were up to they were probably watching Cats (2019). And he was missing out on all the jokes they’d tell each other or make about each other and then they could make references in conversations that he wouldn’t even get to pretend to get. Unless he watched the movie on his own and then pretended to be omniscient later like he’d done with that one screening of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. But then he had watched the actually good disney one instead of the shitty youtube one they had actually watched so it just ended up making him look bad and wasting everyone’s time.

Oh shit. Uh. Heist is still happening, right. God, why was Kokichi so distracted today?

He realized that in the time he was spacing out stuff had happened and now Saihara was talking. Wait no yeah he remembered what happened, Dr. Iruma had squealed when he called her a bitchlet and now she was holding onto Saihara’s arm. Right okay, secret coward, that works. Wait why did he waste time remembering that when Saihara was talking right now?

“-to get you to release Keebo?” Was the end of the detective’s sentence. Okay, everything’s fine. Kokichi could deduce that he had just been asked about his terms. Obviously that was what a detective would do in this situation, he was probably just stalling for time because that’s usually what detectives with no real negotiating power do in hostage situations. Maybe the police were on their way. Oh, yeah duh of course he would call the police. So Kokichi essentially had a time limit for how long he could sit here and goof around with robots and perverts and robot perverts.

“Eh, it’s too early for me to reveal my dark motives, let me monologue first.” Kokichi was going to take his sweet time with this while he planned what hint to give Saihara about the real heist that would be happening in the next few days. “You don’t even know if this is a hostage situation yet!”

“You literally told me that I was a hostage just now.” The hostage not-so-helpfully piped up. “You know, before you pressed my paralysis switch and took an Electro-Hammer to my head…”

Shuichi looked at the robot. “You mean, he told you you were a hostage before he paralyzed you?”

“Keebs you fucking idiot!” Dr. Iruma’s courage seemed to have returned now that she was hiding behind Saihara. An enviable position, to be sure. “Why would you just let him do that?”

“He said he was your… friend.”

“What?”

Kokichi shrugged. “Yeah, I just told your best friend here I left a dildo in your lab last week and he let me waltz right in. I mean I’m pretty sure I was lying about that, but there were a lot of sex toys in there huh…” Kokichi was wondering if this was something he could possibly spin as a blackmail angle.

“Hey don’t say things like that!” Kokichi thought maybe that was a go ahead on the black mail, but Dr. Iruma didn’t stutter, and kept going, “Or you’re gonna give virginhara here some ideas about my busting bod!” She chortled like she had just made the funniest joke in the world and slapped Shuichi on the back.

Shuichi grimaced.

Kokichi knew instantly from this interaction that he hated Miu Iruma, despite her innumerable academic accomplishments. He wanted to be the one making Shuichi that uncomfortable.

“Wh-what?” She back tracked when no one laughed. “It w-was a joke… Didn’t you think that was funny? I-I didn’t really mean it ....”

See? She wasn’t even any good at it!

Maybe he should say that out loud. It would fit with the sort of flirty persona of a rogue, wouldn’t it?

“I thought you knew that? I mean, o-obviously I wouldn’t fuck a guy at the office…”

Was that even something Kokichi was trying to be? Honestly maybe he should tone it down a little.

“Well how was I supposed to know that? The men you bring in here to be lab assistants keep getting younger and younger…”

Obviously he wasn’t actually trying to do like a detective-thief romance plot or anything. Although that had kind of been what he had going for on the plane… Had things changed since then?

“So what? I’m a Nobel Laureate, and gorgeous to boot! I deserve a little eye candy now and then! And besides, guys older than 35 who want to work in a lab like this are usually misogynistic womanizers.”

Sure Saihara was making things more interesting, but if Kokichi didn’t make it clear he was joking he might get bogged down with another personality trait to maintain.

“Are you saying your current assistant isn’t a rampant womanizer?”

Then again what was the point of having an adversary in all this if he didn’t exploit everything for its furthermost reaching comedic potential?

“No, but he’s so beta being around him makes me feel like a top!”

But what if he forgot it was a joke and confused himself into having a real feeling?

“I would just like it if you didn’t hire people who use my servers to google gay porn ‘just to make sure’ they’re ‘not into it.’ I hope you hear the quotation marks because he literally said that to me!”

No obviously he wouldn't get confused crushes weren’t contagious via exposure that was a dumb thing to worry about and also he was a genius that kind of thing didn’t happen to him.

“He holds wrenches good, okay?!”

Wait, were those two still talking?

“I can hold wrenches without googling gay porn in another guy’s house! It’s possible.”

Jesus what kind of conversation did Kokichi just decide to stop spacing out for?

“Oh come on! What do you want from me Keebs???”

These two had… a lot to say to each other. Dr. Iruma was still holding onto Shuichi’s arm boob first, but Kokichi locked eyes with the detective and could tell they were both thinking the same thing.

Why are they having this conversation in the middle of a hostage situation?

“Nothing! Your human desires are totally valid Miu! Which is why I thought I would take care of this one.” The robot’s LED display eyes gestured up at Kokichi, who was still standing on top of him, poised to wreck him with a hammer.

“How could any human desire that thing???” Dr. Iruma curled her lip. Hey, the feeling’s mutual, lady.

“I don’t know, I thought you might have programmed me to not be able to see his face?”

“I would never do that to you! Even if I was shagging the ugliest guy on the face of the planet, it would be unethical given the fact that you have sentience! I’m horny, not a monster. You can’t see his face because he’s wearing a fucking mask!”

“Why am I not programmed to see that?”

“I don’t fucking know, ask your dead dad!”

Oooh. Wow. The robot gaped at that, seemingly speechless now.

“If I may interject,” Kokichi interjected, “--and I know I can, because I just did, and also because I am still very much poised to pop this robot’s head off like a croquet ball-- I must confess that I was lying about fucking your mom, Astro boy. I’m less into participants of Titty out Tuesday who jerk it to steam punk school boy LARPing and more into the sorta tall, kinda dark, and very handsome type.”

Dr. Iruma cowed again, stuttering something about not being a mom or a LARPer, while the robot started yelling about being called Astro boy.

Kokichi tuned them out, giving Saihara a meaningful look. Saihara gave him a look that was equally meaningful, except the meaning was something along the lines of ‘Why the fuck would you say that?’

Yeahh that was more like it.

Kokichi laughed. Not one of his grandiose guffaws. It was more of a little chuckle. It surprised him. He hadn’t planned to laugh, but there it was. A small thing, just for him to know about, the humored breath not travelling beyond his mask.

… It was probably time to get out of here, wasn’t it?

The thing was, Kokichi had kind of pinned himself into a corner on this one… He had fully intended on decapitating this robot as a distraction for his escape, but now he wasn’t even sure if that was ethical. Logically he knew that a robot was not a human being, so there would be no form of consciousness extinguished from the world if he disconnected some of its wires and bolts. Yet the interaction it just had with Dr. Iruma concerned him. Obviously you don’t kill humans because they’re humans and obviously you don’t kill humans. But Kokichi was finding it hard to end the existence of something people treated like a human being either. To sever the bonds it had with sentient beings may be just a little less unethical than actually removing a sentient existence from the world, but it would still cause the emotional harm to actual humans of a dead loved one. So as annoying as fake metal humans were, Kokichi was left to ponder how exactly to get out of this one a different way

Dr. Iruma was obviously a coward who talked a big game. If he retreated, he could count on her to get out his way, or else run to the robot’s side. Then the robot might be reactivated, but according to the robot’s blueprints, it didn’t really have any weapons on it, being built to act as a normal human being. So just like they had been white noise in the staredown he was still having with Saihara, their actions wouldn’t need to be factored into the escape.

The only variable here was what the detective would do.

… That thought had popped up in Kokichi’s head a lot recently, hadn’t it?

Saihara had become a powerful influence in Kokichi’s planning very quickly, and because of the detective, the thief now found himself having to pull out one of his trump cards.

Kokichi grabbed one of the EMP bombs from his pocket, remembering the pink cloud of smoke that had appeared before the camera cut out in the video demonstrations he’d seen online. His eyes were still locked on Saiharas, so he got to see in full detail the recognition, shock, and alarm that ran through them. As the detective yelled “Get down” and pushed Dr. Iruma back, Kokichi reflected on how those were some of his favorite expressions he’d ever seen.

Kokichi pulled the latch out with his teeth and threw the bomb at the wall right over the detective’s head. Sure enough, pink smoke quickly enveloped him and Dr. Iruma.

“Keebo!” The inventor screeched, no doubt worried about the EMP bomb turning him off. Though that was kind of stupid, considering his core programming would be the same regardless of having power to operate, even if he didn’t save whatever data was processed as his last few memories. Eh, then again who knew how robots that advanced worked?

Taking his cue to exit, Kokichi threw the hammer through one of the nearby windows, and did somersault over to it. He got up on the ledge, kicking away the broken glass and was refamiliarizing himself with the lay out of the roof when a tug on his bag full of bombs suddenly set him off balance.

Kokichi flipped around, trying to do a quick recovery by panickedly grabbing onto something. He did grab onto something. That something being the shoulders of a person whose hands were firmly grappling his bag.

As far as Kokichi could tell, the scene from a third person perspective looked like he was trying to do the kabedon but rotated ninety degrees.

From his own perspective, Saihara was holding his bag of loot while also being the only thing keeping Kokichi from falling onto the broken glass beneath them.

As if that weren’t bad enough, Kokichi felt his hair brush the side of his face and realized that his mask had half fallen askew in his desperate movement, revealing three quarters of his face.

“Hey.” Kokichi said. Lamely. Wow. Their faces were really close.

Saihara wasn’t looking at him. The detective seemed to be trying to figure out how to untangle the straps of the bag of stolen goods from Kokichi’s arms without letting him fall.

“It’s very clever, of you detective. Trapping me like this.” Kokichi tried to get a reaction.

“You’re the one who jumped on the window.” Shuichi opened the bag, seemed to take in the fact that it was full of bombs, and closed it again to resume untangling the strap.

“You know, you could just leave the bag.” Kokichi pointed out

“So could you.” Shuichi observed, astutely.

“You could let me fall.” Kokichi suggested. “Then you’d have both.”

“I’m not going to drop you on a pile of broken glass.” Shuichi promised.

“But I broke the glass.” Kokichi admitted. “Glass is glass and flesh is flesh. I’m not going to drop you on a pile of glass.” Shuichi reiterated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s nice.” Kokichi replied. “Naive. But super nice.”

In this scenario, each of them had two options, each leading to one of two outcomes. He could let himself fall off the window and they could sit here and struggle over the bag until they bled out, a fight that Kokichi, not the most physically challenging, would be hard pressed to win. Or Shuichi could let Kokichi escape and Kokichi could let Shuichi win this one. The bag would be too heavy to take with him if he tried to get out the window from this position. He’d have to leave it behind. Kokichi would lose.

He found himself laughing again. A strange, soft laugh. This time it was exposed to the air, his mask too askew to contain it.

“You’re really something else, aren’t you Shuichi?”

On hearing his name, the detective startled, finally looking up at Kokichi’s face.

He just barely had the chance to catch Kokichi’s trademark grin, before the thief pushed up off of him, doing a backflip out of the window, and leaving his bag behind.

As Kokichi landed on the roof tile running, he yelled out, “ I’m sure there’s a better word for you out there than sucker!”

He turned around, sticking his tongue out at the broken window, before sliding his mask back onto his face.

He may have been escaping, but it occured to Kokichi Ouma that he had lost for the first time in this little game of theirs. The thought made him giddy. It made his feet light on the roof top tile. It made him puff out a thousand tiny laughs behind the plastic shape of his face.

It made him totally, definitely not bored. --- [Log of Messages sent via Discord to “Don't Instigate Cats (2019) Expatiation” from ???’s Cellular Device]

Boss: I’m bored of Taiwan already :/

Boss: We should go somewhere else (ﾉ✧w✧)ﾉ*:･ﾟ🗺

* * * Several people are typing... --- [Log of Text Messages from Rantarou Amami’s Cellular Device]

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Hey

Asshole

From: Me

…

Should I respond to that?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

You’re goddamn right you should respond to that when I tell you to you dumb avocado looking motherfucker

From: Me

Whoa

What’d I do this time?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

You sent a useless emo prick to my door and now he won’t leave

From: Me

What

Did Shuichi do something wrong

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Yeah

He was born

From: Me

Whoa

Miu take a breath

What happened

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

His boyfriend broke into my lab and tried to fucking kill keebs

From: Me

His boyfriend?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Yea

Clown twink ass motherfucker

From: Me

You mean like

The internationally wanted criminal clown he’s tracking down

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

You know whats internationally wanted

These tits

From: Me

Lol ok

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

That jerk off is just a rando asshole

He tried to kill keebo!

From: Me

Oh yikes is he ok

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Well of course i fucking took care of him because im a bomb ass friend

But that suckhara guy was no help

He tried to convince me to check the fucking security cameras so he could go off and flirt with the guy about to decapitate keebs!

From: Me

I mean he probably had a good reason to want you to check the cameras right

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

No he’s just fucking awful and now he won’t leave rantarou make him leave

He broke my window and my hammer and only got back 23 of my EMP bombs

And now the police are here

From: Me

That sounds really stressful Miu

Wait how many bombs did you have before

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

From: Me

So he stopped most of your bombs from getting stolen

Also you have bombs?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Get him to leave he won’t leave

He keeps waiting for like interracial pole dancers to come or some fucking thing

From: Me

Do you mean like

Interpol

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

He won’t leave I want him to leave

From: Me

Miu you know I love you like a sister and i totally believe this is as stressful to you as it seems

But I think things may not be so bad?

Not to say what you’re going through right now isn’t totally valid

But things might look better if you got back to bed and caught some z’s

Did you remember to take your meds?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Aw shit

Aw fuck

You’re right

Ugh

Uggghghh

From: Me

Hey it happens to the best of us

If you do think Shuichi should leave in the morning when the cops are gone that’s totally up to you

It’s your lab and you have a right to say who should be in it

Just don’t make a decision like that when you need to sleep you know

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

But what if i ask him to go and then he doesn’t go

From: Me

He doesn’t have a choice, you get to tell him

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

But what if he’s mean to me

Cute people are always mean to me

From: Me

Miu…

Go to bed...

#shuichi x kokichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi danganronpa #kokichi ouma #kokichi danganronpa #oumasai #saiouma #fanfiction #Phantom Thief AU #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa #writing #i am gay

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mingisblackgf · 5 years ago

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thots not feelings | h.h

song inspo: thots not feelings - erika costell pairing: hyunjin x fem!oc genre: angst, slight fluff, slice of life, au requested?: no

________ “That’s cool with me, that you’d rather be alone with your thots not feelings.”

Halina’s Point of View

He kept his gaze dipped on me, drinking up my body like it was an icy on a summer day. It was hard for just about anybody not to squirm in the stare, swallowing as he noted my intimidation.

“Do you have any fears?” Hyunjin questioned, cocking his head at my presence. I know he knew little things like this got to me. The slight wetting of his lips. The way his tongue darted across his teeth when he spoke. I fidgeted with the urge to grab his hand, then felt a familiar anger bubble inside of me looking at his ivory-colored face.

He repeated himself, this time in Korean. “Are you afraid of anything?” I licked my lips at his words, feeling my knees sway at the mixture of alcohol and unruly urges in my veins. I wanted nothing more than to take him. Right then. Right there. He has a girlfriend, Halina.

“Rejections, bats, pretty girls, falling in front of a crowd, cops, falling in love.” I answered, averting my eyes to the fizzy blue drink laced around my red manicured fingers. “And alcohol poisoning.”

He paused, almost as if the pulsating music and flashing lights in the club made it so he couldn’t hear me.

But I knew he could, he always claimed that my voice was one he could hear just about anywhere.

That it resonated.

It always did.

“You’re afraid of something a little silly, mama.”

I rolled my eyes, something sober Halina didn’t do much of, but a common occurrence with liquid courage coursing through me. “Yeah, bats. I know. Don’t act like you don’t get scared of those little fuckers too.”

He then began to laugh at my choice of words, throwing his head back in the process. “No. The ‘ pretty girl’ part. Because that means you’re afraid of yourself.”

I tried with everything in me not to blush at the compliment. Because obviously he didn’t mean it. “Ha. Yeah, that’s funny. I’m like a good 6 on a good day with a beat face.” I responded, downing the remainder of the alcohol, singing my throat.

“You’re actually beautiful, Halina. Especially without makeup. ‘Cuz then I see that collection little mole-like freckles on your cheeks. I like it. Especially when you’re all sleepy in the morning and stuff, you know? I can see your freckles and I used to draw them with my finger like they were little constellations. Remember?” He said, leaning on the bar a little more to steady himself.

Why you look for somethin' You know is gonna make you just self destruct?

I scowled at him, feeling my anger bubble up further. Goddammit, I knew his intentions, and I definitely knew that it was such a bad moment to want to kiss him. I knew with just about every fiber in me that none of it meant a thing.

It was a game. A ploy. Because he was in a relationship with my best friend. He says he has feelings for me. I was falling for Jisung, I think. He liked me too, I guess. But why did I have to be in love with Hyunjin?

“Would you please stop with the fucking bullshit, Hyunjin? I thought we were far past this shit now. Remember when you were all ‘I’m in love with Ariella, we should stop.’ And I was like, “yeah, you know, you’re right!’ I do. I remember every fucking day, and it hurts, dammit. So stop bringing up old memories, alright? Why can’t you just leave me alone for once, huh?" I snapped, finally, finding my yelling voice for the first time tonight.

I didn’t even have the energy to stay and drink up the change in his eyes, the droops in his usually confident-seeming demeanor, none of it. I just wanted to get away, so fast that he couldn’t catch me and see the tears going down my face.

'Cause it's like every other night you with another girl And you try to fake a smile but you're uncomfortable.

Me and Hyunjin were as flippant as a light switch. One day he and I were on good terms, the best of friends that seemed to have put all their problems behind us, to confused messes that had no clue how to emote correctly.

I had just about had it up to here with the constant games. I had someone. Jisung. I didn’t need the idea of Hyunjin swarming through my head.

I really fucking didn’t.

I nimbly got myself through the thick crowd of club-goers and outside to some fresh air, where I let my tears flow freely. It was just about ridiculous how much tears would be wasted on someone who didn’t give a fuck about me.

I’m stupid. So fucking stupid.

What happens when you wake up And realize that I'm gon' be gone for good? _______________ hey, how was that? my first angst-y type of one shot???? should i make it a story???? let me know!! thank u guys for reading <3

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids reaction #stray kids scenarios #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin angst #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin angst

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hana1379 · 6 years ago

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The Lesser Evil

Summary: A demon wanting nothing more than feed on human souls meets a human girl in who's he falls in love (I suck at summaries, I know)

Pairing: AU!Demon Bucky x Human Reader

Warnings: Long ass fic, kinda angsty, language, smutty and smut (please if you are an underage turn around and leave)

Words: 12k (I warned it is a long fic and I wanted to divide it but yolo)

Notes: It's my first request and I know I'm hopeless and it took me forever to write it but I hope you'll like it @just-antiyou and I'm sorry if it sucks! If you spot any mistakes, please blame my lack of education or Grammarly

@lovely-geek @british-men (cause you wanted to be tag in everything. I think)

CHAPTER ONE

How you were on your way with your friend to this dubious club you had no idea. Oh, yeah right, your friend dragged you. No, Wanda begged you to go with her and finally you gave in when she mentioned something like ‘I'll wash the dishes for at least a week’. How could somebody say no to the offer like that? She wanted to go to the club for "supernatural" because she was a witch and she ‘had enough of boring human stuff’. Thank you. That's how you- a human was on your way to that club were only reckless or really desperate humans went to. You still had doubts but when you saw how happy she was you knew you did the right thing, she was your friend after all and going to the clubs with her should be in your schedule.

"It's going to be fun! You'll see" she walked with you arm to arm through the back alley leading you to the club

"Promise you won't leave me alone so you can dance with some douchebag" you stopped to look at her and she placed her hand on her heart with a serious face

"I promise I won't. Scout's honor" she laughed and took your hand in hers heading to the entrance "But if by some miracle you will be left alone and somebody will try to accost you just say 'Begone thot' that usually works in my case" you looked at her with disbelieve

"I'm not gonna say that to anybody! That's ridiculous, they would start laughing instead of walking away. I'm not gonna embarrass myself" you stopped to stand in a line leading to the entrance

"Shh!" she placed her index finger on her mouth shushing you "Shut up and don't draw attention to us "she looked over at the bouncer "Y/N look! He's a werewolf!" she said pointing at the guy "Really?" you asked and she nodded "Yeah! And behind us are two vampires" she pointed with her thumb at the tall and slender couple who stood no more than two meters from you and you were sure by the look on their face's that they've heard her.

"Jesus Wanda!" you scolded your friend and turned to the pale couple "I'm sorry for my friend, she's a little, you know. She's weird" they said nothing and you turned back to her "Are you trying to kill us?" you whispered to her and you weren't sure she even heard you, she was standing buckling her knees rapidly looking like she was slightly jumping, beaming at nothing in particular

"Wanda? Are you high?" you said and she turned her gaze to look at you "I may or may not drank grandma's tisane"

"That's it! We're going home!" you almost screamed and she looked at you with puppy eyes

"No please Y/N, we're so close. Look! We're next!" you looked up to be greeted with bulky chest and sharpened teeth of a werewolf

"You girls are coming in or not? Cause I don't have all night" he asked grinning at you

"Y-Yeah we're coming in" he stepped aside for you to enter the club "Wait! You are not gonna check our ID's?" you asked and he leaned to whisper in your ear

"I don't think such a lovely human like you would lie to me" he said with a smirk and you felt a wave of nausea boiling in your stomach. You didn't know how to respond on such a remark. Being human surrounded by "not-humans" was at least dangerous, everyone wanted to kill you or eat you, drink your blood or have sex with you and thank God you had Wanda with you as she took your hand and surged forward into the club

"Yay! I'm first at the bar!"

And she was but as soon as she was there ordering a drink a tall man approached her and they started talking. 'Great. Scout's honor my ass' you muttered to yourself and took in your surroundings.

The club was dim with purple neon as an only sauce of light. To your right was a round bar, you saw several people sitting on the stools drinking. It wasn't as occupied as booths with white couches further on your right. People sitting in booths were mostly making out or snorting something probably cocaine and you could've sworn you saw in the far corner a couple were well, he was probably bitten by a snake and she was sucking out the poison. The dance floor was on your left in another room but you didn't feel like being grabbed by somebody during the dance.

You turned to the bar and you couldn't get the feeling of being watched out of your head. 'Begone thot. Begone thot' you murmured under your breath heading over to the bar. You sat on the stool and ordered a beer. Next to you, Wanda was flirting with that guy giggling like a school girl. Rolling your eyes at her you turned around to face the bar and something slid on the surface and stopped in front of you. You frowned, it was a shot glass with crystal liquid in it, you looked in the direction where it came from and you saw a man with dark hair and jawline for days. He was dressed in a gray shirt and black leather jacket. In front of him, he had several same shot glasses filled with a crystal liquid.

"It's vodka. It'll help get rid of your annoyance toward your friend" his voice was smooth and you shivered, you wouldn't mind hearing his voice lulling you to sleep. But you realized where were you, in some shabby club with supernatural creatures around you and there was a chance your shot didn't contain only a vodka.

"That's really nice but thank you I don't want to mix beer and vodka, it usually ends badly" you smiled at him and he shrugged

"Suit yourself" he reached for the shot and gulped it down wincing at the taste "God, I missed that" he said reaching for another shot and gulped it down immediately

"Hard day?" you asked sipping your beer through the straw, he turned to you and his gaze locked on your lips, he scoffed and turned taking another shot in his hand smiling to himself

"Yes, you can say that" again he gulped it down and placed the empty glass on the bar "What's your name?" he asked turning once more to look at you. You introduced yourself and he smiled "That's a pretty name" his eyes were blue, you could see it now.

"Thanks, I guess?" you hated how much you blushed around him, you cleared your throat to say "Well I would compliment yours if I would know it" you smirked and he was still smiling and you turned your gaze from him.

"Bucky" he said and when you looked at him he immediately looked at his legs like they were more interesting, he slightly blushed- you caught him staring or maybe it was the alcohol?

"Well you have strange name Bucky" you smiled at him and cursed yourself, great start, making fun of his name "I'm sorry"

"It's okay doll" he interrupted you "I know it's stupid" Bucky shrugged "Tell me now Y/N what are you doing in this shithole?" he laughed at your expression "Don't worry we play in the same team" he beamed at you

"Then what are you doing here? Not many humans come here" you felt the wave of relief washing through you. He was a human just like you, not some nut werewolf or freaky vampire

"I know the owner, besides I like it here although this place is a crap" he looked around and you smiled at him. He was something else.

An hour later you were sitting beside Bucky on one of those white couches in a booth. The music was louder than where the bar was placed and it gave Bucky the opportunity to sit really close to you so that he could better hear you. His arm was resting on the back of the couch gently tracing patterns on your shoulder with his fingers. You didn't mind it because although you knew him for an hour now you felt like you've known him much longer than a lifetime. You were talking briefly about everything and anything in particular when the subject turned from family to things scare you the most

"C'mon doll" Bucky encouraged bumping his knee on yours. You rolled your eyes

"What kind of question is that?" you chuckled and he smiled at you wider

"Normal" he shrugged "I dunno, I just wanna know everything about you" you smiled looking at the floor and tucked your hair behind your ear blushing. He bit his lip when you looked at him, there was no doubt you affected him but you were wondering how? You were a normal girl from the neighborhood and yet he was looking at you like you're the most beautiful woman in the world, like you were the only girl in the world.

"Well usual things like the dark when I'm alone in my flat after watching a horror movie" you said and he smiled at you nodding in understanding "Let's see.. 2000s fashion" Bucky snorted and you giggled "What? It was horrible"

"What else?" he asked and took a sip from his beer. And you wondered how on earth he could stand still after he drank a dozen or so shots of vodka and now he was drinking his second beer. That was... unusual.

"Ghosts, spiders, demons..." his gaze drifted from his beer placed on the table to you and his brow frowned

"Why demons?" he asked but he wasn't smiling anymore, his eyes were fogged like he was thinking about something really hard while looking at you but as soon as you parted your lips to ask what's wrong he blinked and smiled at you, his eyes were now crystal clear.

"I dunno, they're rarely seen and you know all the stories about them killing people to bathe in their blood? That's creepy" his smile faded once again and you saw something in his eyes, something like sadness and regret

"You realize half of these stories are pure bullshit?" he asked and continued talking when he saw a quizzical look on your face, looking around like he was searching something or maybe he was searching words "The owner of the club is a demon and I've told you I know him. Demons don't take baths in a blood"

"But they feed on souls don't they?"

"Yes they do but only after person let them" he took his bottom lip between his teeth, you wanted to know more but he blurted out

"Can I kiss you Y/N?" it took you by surprise, he was biting his lip nervously you were sure he would draw blood and you smiled softly at him, change of the subject was a good idea

"Yes, I suppose you can" he placed his hand on the back of your neck and leaned to you, you closed your eyes and Bucky's lips were barely brushing yours for some time before he pressed his plump lips to yours.

The kiss was tender and kinda shy but soon after you started to kiss him back Bucky deepened the kiss and slid his tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission to enter, you moaned and felt his tongue brushing yours. The kiss lasted for some time until the need for breath was too much to bear. Buck pulled away and looked at you smirking, your eyes were still closed.

"You are beautiful Y/N" you opened your eyes and he started stroking your cheek with his hand, you smiled at him and he leaned once more to kiss you.

CHAPTER TWO

You didn't know how it happened but from a kiss to making out you started to grind on Bucky's lap when he suggested to take it somewhere private. You texted Wanda that you're going home and she texted you back that she's not coming home tonight. Perfect.

Bucky pinned you to the wall and ground his clothed member to your core. You moaned fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. You both got rid of your jacket's the minute you entered your flat and now you weren't sure if you'll go to your bedroom or you'll let him fuck you in a hallway but you were sure you wanted more than one round so you came to your senses

"Bucky... My room..." he pulled away from you with a groan and you took his hand leading him to your room.

On your way there Bucky ripped your skirt from your body and when you were there you finally got rid of his shirt leaving him only in his trousers and God he was built, you could touch and kiss his toned body all day. You saw his left arm was covered in deep scars. From his wrist, up way to his shoulder, it looked like scars from the cut but it didn't look so bad. Bucky saw that you were looking at his arm.

"I had an accident a few years back. Long story, maybe I'll tell you someday. Now, where were we?"

He pulled your top from your body and smirked seeing your matching underwear

"You know you look like a snack right now?" he asked placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to his body

"Says who? Mr. Fucking Perfect" your hands reached back to unhook your bra and slid it from your figure. His eyes widened and his hand immediately went to caress your breasts kneading them. You moaned when his thumbs brushed your nipples, he let go of your tits and looked at you. His eyes were now darkened

"Lay on the bed Y/N" you shivered at his tone but you obeyed making sure to turn around from him and crawl your way to the head of the bed giving him the view of your butt and soaked panties. You leaned against the headboard and parted your legs, Bucky was watching you like a predator watching his prey. He climbed on the bed between your spread legs and kissed you in the way he didn't earlier, his tongue was exploring your mouth moaning like he was man starved for your kiss. You gasped for air when it all became too much and he moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw

"Tell me you want this" he was kissing your neck heading to your clavicle while his hand sneaked it's way between you two and started rubbing on your core through the fabric of your panties

"God, Bucky I want you, I want this" you moaned and your eyes rolled back when his fingers flickered your clit, you felt him smile against your skin. He moved from your collarbone to your breasts all the way kissing your touch-starved body. Bucky licked your nipple while his hand was rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. He took your nipple into his mouth and sucked slightly you moaned at the pleasure it brought. Your hand immediately went to his head and you ran your fingers through his hair. He slightly purred when you massaged his scalp.

"Tell me you need me" he said against your breast never stop sucking on it.

"Yes, yes I need you Bucky, I need you so much... please" although you weren't quite sure what you're begging him for he seemed to understand as he smirked and moved to your other breast repeating his actions. When he was done he moved lower and trailed wet kisses to your lower abdomen and suddenly he came back to claim your lips once more in a searing kiss. He pulled away and saw how flushed you were, how desperate for touch, for his touch. He hovered above you smirking

"You're mine Y/N" you didn't answer him instead you pulled him for a kiss and you felt him smile against your lips. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth he let go of you and again trailed kisses along your body and stopped at your pussy sliding your panties off your legs

"I'm yours. Fuck. Bucky I'm all yours"

"Good" he said and you opened your eyes, (when did you close them?) he was now eye level with your throbbing pussy and you saw his eyes were dark, not lust dark just dark when you heard him say "Cause I'm yours too" he leaned to kiss your outer lips, you felt something was off but then his tongue made contact with your clit and Oh!

CHAPTER THREE

You woke up when rays of sunshine hit your face. You frowned, they shouldn't be here until noon and you looked at your clock it was 12:30 it meant you've slept for at least eight hours but you could sleep some more. You wanted to get up but Bucky's hand held your back flush to his chest, his chin was placed above your head and you felt small against him. You tried to break free from his death grip but he only pressed you closer to his chest like you could be even closer to him, you could feel his heartbeat on your shoulder blade. You somehow pushed him back and you got up to put your pants and some t-shirt on from your drawer, you couldn't risk Wanda seeing you naked in the hallway.

When you were about to leave the room Bucky suddenly lifted his torso from the bed

"Where are you going?" he asked and you shrieked

"Jesus Bucky! You scared me" you brought your hand to your chest to calm your nerves and you felt your heart was beating rapidly you smiled at him but he didn't return your smile, his brows were furrowed but besides that, you couldn't read his face "I thought you were asleep"

"Yeah, I was until you decided to fidget on the bed. Where are you going?" the look on his face was priceless, he looked like an angry child.

"Bucky I usually don't do this" you gestured between him and you "I don't do one night..." you were struggling to get the word out of your mouth and Bucky was smiling wildly

"Stands?" he interrupted you "You don't do one night stands?" you nodded and he chuckled "Baby I won't be your one night stand if you'll say yes to dinner with me today" he got up from the bed and the comforter around his lower body slid. You looked away blushing

"You're still naked" you said to him as a matter of fact and he snickered approaching you. Your eyes wandered on the ceiling when Bucky grabbed your face and made you look at him

"You saw me yesterday like I saw the whole of you" he kissed you tenderly and you melted ready to give in again "So, are you ready for round two?" he asked wiggling his brows

"Round two? More like round five by now" you snorted and he gave you his toothy grin

"We can go for five rounds if you want" he leaned to kiss you but you were interrupted by his phone ringing, Bucky grabbed his trousers from the floor and took out his phone from pocket

"Shit! I gotta go princess but I'll call you later. Be ready around eight" he started to dress.

You escorted him to the door and you both met Wanda on your way. Her eyes widened on the sight of him, she probably didn't think you would have one night stand, especially so hot like Bucky. You introduced him to her and she was strangely tense only mumbling: "nice to meet you". You kissed Bucky goodbye and promised you'll be ready for your date.

You went to Wanda who was sitting at the kitchen table and you sighed

"God Wanda, Bucky is amazing" she looked at you with a blank stare

"Do you have a fucking idea who he is?"

Half an hour later you were crying on the couch, your arms wrapped around your legs close to your chest. Wanda was pacing back and forth telling you how stupid you were, yelling at you for how too trusting you were

"How could you be so stupid Y/N?! I told you not to screw with anybody who goes to that club!"

"He told me he was a human!" you tried to excuse your stupid quirk

"Well, he lied to you!"

"How could I know? His eyes weren't red!"

Wanda growled and you saw red energy forming around her clenched fists

"Black! Demons have black eyes! Vampires have red! Is it so hard to remember?!" something clicked inside you. He did have black eyes when he was plowing into you yesterday but you thought maybe it was because of light angle or maybe lust but you decided not to tell Wanda.

"He had blue eyes" you mumbled and Wanda groaned in annoyance

"Of course he had! He's a fucking demon and a powerful one! He can hide his true form! He lied to you Y/N! Even with his name!"

"What do you mean?" you looked at her and she shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose "His name's not Bucky only James. James Barnes, he's the owner of the club and he's very powerful. I didn't know he was back from the underground if I knew we wouldn't go there. He is a bad man Y/N. Like every demon, he needs human souls to survive sure but there's something else, I don't know what but he's known for his hate towards humans like he hates you all " you felt sick. He lied to you about his nature but also about his identity and you sobbed placing your eyes on your folded arms. You felt dirty and fleeced. Wanda sat beside you on the couch and said your name calmly not to upset you more

"Y/N? Did he.. did he mark you in some way?" you looked at her with frowned brows "You know. Did he leave some fingerprints on your body? Some hickeys?"

"Of course he did! We screwed!" you cried out if she thought he would be gentle with you she thought wrong

"I mean big ones. Noticeable and painful" You didn't know. She asked you to remove all your clothes so she could examine you, you knew she was trying to help you there wasn't time and place for being a prude. Naturally, you had hickeys on your neck and breasts but they were too small.

When you took off your pants leaving you only in your underwear she saw fingerprints on your hips but it wasn't it, her eyes wandered lower and suddenly she inhaled sharply, you looked down and you saw it. Big bite mark next to your groin on your right thigh. It was purple and in some places, his teeth pierced your skin. You touched it and hissed. He marked you as his. Demon's property. You knew other supernatural creatures will know you are his, just like werewolf's bond mark and vampire's bite on the neck, your aura will change, everyone will know. You collapsed on the floor and started to wail. He tricked you, he said demons ask for permission. He did ask you though and you said yes but you didn't know what he meant at that time. Wanda wanted to comfort you and suggested to remove it with holy water but it only made it worse. It hurt and you knew Bucky or James could feel that too. You knew he was pissed. You knew he'll come back.

Your bite mark ached and Wanda suggested you to lay in your bad and rest but you didn't want lay in the same bed he was a while ago. In the same bed where he was touching you, kissing you. You laid in her instead. She gave you grandma's tisane for your nerves and it helped. You were relaxed until your phone rang and you saw Bucky's name on the screen. You wanted to answer but Wanda was faster. She didn't bother being nice to him, you almost felt sorry for the guy but you heard he wasn't nice to her either, he was calling her names like 'broad', 'slut' and 'stupid bitch' or maybe it was 'stupid witch' you couldn't tell, but you heard clearly his threat

'Give the phone to Y/N or I'll go to your place, snap your fucking neck and take her with me' Wanda knew he was truth-telling, demons were cruel, killing her wouldn't affect him, so with watered eyes, she gave you the phone

"Baby? I know you know. Please can we talk about it?" he sounded almost broken given his previous tone.

"You lied to me, y-you tricked me" your hands were trembling, you had a hard time with holding your phone

"I know and I'm sorry. I really am. Can we talk about it, please? I'll tell you everything you want to know, we'll start over but please let me explain it to you in person" You looked at Wanda and she shook her head, she knew he wanted to trick you once more

"N-No. I-I don't want to be near you any time soon" you swallowed harshly, his voice had some power over you, you couldn't imagine how vulnerable you would be if he was here. You heard him sigh

"Okay, okay I understand but please don't cut me off, I beg of you"

"You left a mark on me. Can you take it back?" you asked full of hope that he will take a pity on you and leave you alone but your hopes were crushed when he went silent and then his voice turned cold and it made you shiver

"No. I'll talk to you after you'll cool off." he ended the call and you were left with pounding heart and aching head.

CHAPTER FOUR

Next few weeks were pure torture. James didn't bother you by calling and sending messages but you knew soon he will. You caught yourself looking over your shoulder when you were outside your home, you always felt somebody was watching your every step. It was slowly driving you insane. Some part of you wanted him to cut it out and come to you like he said he will but other more reasonable part didn't want to see him again. But you knew sooner or later he will appear before you because mark on your thigh didn't disappear if anything it became more sensitive to touch. Wanda said your aura has changed, she said it as like you were now surrounded by darkness.

Five weeks from your "adventure" you were sitting in a cafe minding your own business scrolling through your Facebook when you saw the table's surface became shaded, you felt somebody's presence. Your heart was beating rapidly, you were afraid to look up at this person because you knew who it was. You had to face your demons at some point so you looked up and saw him.

He was smiling at you, his stubble was darker now, few more days and it'll become a beard, his hair wasn't styled, they were fluffy and he looked like a good neighbor who tells you 'good morning' with a smile on his face in the hallway.

You looked around in hope somebody will see how uncomfortable his presence made you but nothing, no one even looked at your direction

"Hello Y/N" his voice was honeyed and you shuddered at the way your name spilled from between his lips "May I sit down?" he asked holding the back of a chair with an attempt to pull it and sit on the chair

"No" your response was quick and if it stung him he didn't show it, chuckling he sat on the chair anyway. You dared to look at him, he wasn't smiling anymore he knew his smile was creepy in this situation nevertheless his face looked friendly. You squirmed in your seat and he sighed

"We have a lot to talk about, so maybe I'll start from the beginning"

"Yeah, good idea let's start from, I don't know maybe what the fuck?" as soon as the words came from your mouth you fought with the urge to clamp your hand over your lips, you didn't know where it came from. You were scared and adrenaline wasn't helping.

He only smirked but you knew he was annoyed, he ran his hands over his face and leaned back in his seat looking at you intensively

"I've got better one; why don't you shut your mouth and let me talk?" now you weren't scared, you were shitting yourself, your gaze drifted from his face to the sugar bowl, so that's how you gonna die. In cafe killed by your ex-fling, a demon. He will probably snap your neck or choke you.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I'm just tired" he sighed and leaned over the table

"I don't even know your name" you whispered almost inaudibly but he managed to hear that, he smiled

"I'm James but they've called me Bucky ever since I was a kid" you looked at him confused, demons actually have kids? He knew why you frowned "What? You thought we are like this from the day we're born?" he chuckled "We have kids but they're not leaving home until they are adults" he smiled when he mentioned his 'home' not underground like everybody called it, home.

"Much more learn for you but I know you'll hack it. You are smart Y/N, I knew you were perfect from the start" he outstretched his arm and his hand was now stroking your cheek. You closed your eyes, you couldn't help but lean into his hand feeling warmth enveloping your whole body.

"The truth is" he started, his hand made it's way to your chin making you look at him "The truth is when I saw you then I wanted to get to know you, know everything about you which is strange because I've never felt like that before. Once when I saw some human I only wanted their soul but you" his hand left your chin and he placed it on your hand squeezing lightly "You Y/N, I wanna hold you in my arms and never let you go again"

"It's not helping" you felt his grip on your hand tighten like he was afraid you'll slip him

"I was scared that once when you know who I am you'll run away so I lied to you that I'm a human and then you were asking about my life and wanted to know me I couldn't bring myself to inform you. I mean I would tell you at some point but..." he paused looking at your intertwined hands, he looked like he was actually regretted lying to you, like he was sorry but maybe he wasn't just looking like that, maybe he was really remorseful. Bucky looked at you again and a sad smile settled on his face

"I've never done that before, this whole relationship things with a human I mean but I'm willing to try only when you'll help me" he let go of your hand and straightened in his chair. He looked good in his brown leather jacket, your eyes wandered on his torso and you blushed knowing what he's hiding underneath his clothes. But you remembered who he was and what he's asking you for and you put your thoughts about how good he looked aside.

"Why me? I've heard you hate humans" he chuckled and shook his head and then grinned at you

"The one I hated happened to be humans but I try not to lump everybody. You're not them Y/N. You are too good" his hand once again made it's way to your cheek and he brushed it with his fingers lightly

"What about you feeding on my soul? If you think I'm gonna let you fed on me you're wrong" tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you held them

"Oh honey, I'm not a youngster anymore, I don't have to feed that often. Don't worry, I won't be hungry for a while, besides I fed on you while we had sex" you shook your head and stood from your place, he stood as well and blocked your way. Was he even serious? One moment he was telling you that he felt something for you and the other he was casually telling you he fed on your soul, 'Baby I want to be with you, oh and BTW I fed on you when we banged'

"What do you want?" you asked letting yourself feel annoyed and he took your hands in his

"Only your permission" he placed a light kiss on your knuckles and you shook your head, he was sweet talking you, another five minutes and you'll give in

"You want me to beg you on my knees? Fine" he knelt still holding your hands in his "Please Y/N give us a chance. I promise I won't ever hurt you" he was looking at you with puppy eyes and people in the cafe started clapping thinking he was proposing to you. You looked around, all eyes were on you, Bucky was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You knew what you were about to do was crazy but you hoped that Bucky in his own twisted way felt something to you. You looked into his beautiful blue eyes and nodded

"Okay. Let's try"

CHAPTER FIVE

Like any other relationship, yours and Bucky's started pretty normal. With butterflies in the belly, good morning messages and goodnight calls. Things were getting really good. But one detail was trammeling; none of your friends accepted that you were dating a demon. Your parents openly said they didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Which hurt you because they didn't even bother to know him and Bucky turned out to be a nice and funny person and most importantly he cared about you.

Wanda who you considered your best friend wasn't any better. She didn't even hide her animosity toward your boyfriend. She couldn't understand how could you do that, being his guinea pig and letting him keep you for your soul.

Bucky didn't like her, calling her bitch behind her back, not like she was present when he visited you but still, you tried to make him not to call her that but he was stubborn. He once told you that as your friend she should accept your choice, you knew she worried about you but he was quite right. You and Bucky were sitting on the couch in your living room scanning through your childhood pictures. You were together for seven months now

"Awww you looked so cute!" Bucky couldn't help but grin seeing four years old you dressed as a Pocahontas on Halloween "I mean you always look cute but look at those chubby cheeks"

"Okay Barnes that's enough" you moved closer to him to take the photo from his hands but as soon as you sat down he moved his hands away from you. They were above his head and you couldn't reach them "Buck come on"

"You want the photo back? You have to give me something in return" he beamed at you

"Like what?" you couldn't help but grin seeing his smiling face. It wasn't always like that, sometimes he was furious, not on you but it still made you shake in your boots. Bucky never raised his voice on you, he was always sweet and caring but once you witnessed him arguing with some werewolf, he shrugged it off but later that werewolf was found dead in a trash can with a slit throat, he was also stabbed multiple times while still being alive, you asked Bucky about that and he said it wasn't him but you knew better.

"A kiss will do" he had sparks in his eyes and his lips were formed into a mischievous smile. You leaned closer to give him a peck on the lips but his hands made their way to your head holding it in place so he could deepen the kiss. He jostled you on your back on the couch and settled his hips between your thighs, you both knew where it was heading and probably you would have fun on the couch if it weren't for the front door being unlocked.

You scooted away from Bucky as Wanda came in, she looked at both of you and sighed. She went straight to her room without a word. You looked at Bucky, he had concern written all over his face, you knew all this situation tuckered him out. He turned to you and smiled like it was nothing.

"Wanna go to my place?" he asked and you nodded. When you both were ready to leave you went to tell Wanda that you're leaving, you entered her room and she was doing something on her laptop. You told her you didn't know when you'll be back and she just nodded. When you turned to leave her room she spoke

"You know Y/N, I dug a little. I dug and I found some interesting facts about your beloved one" she didn't wait for your reply and started to speak

"Did you know he was an assassin working for Hydra for many years? And when whole organization collapsed he scrammed and built that club as his base and as cover for his shady businesses but that's not all, his former employers went after him and couple years back your sweet boyfriend laid a trap for them and this whole situation is known in the supernatural world as Bucharest Massacre. He wasn't gentle with them, he wasn't even quick, he made them suffer and he enjoyed seeing them break their teeth from pain. After that, he had to back up to the underground to recover or something but that's where the scars on his arm are from. Funny story isn't it?" she asked with a smug look on her face thinking she shocked you.

"I know all of this Wanda, he told me" she frowned, you sat close to her and took her hand in yours "Wanda I know you're worried and I know this is madness but Bucky cares for me, he wouldn't hurt me and you should accept my choice and at least try to speak with him from time to time and you'll see he's not heartless beast as everybody paints him"

"What if he'll break your heart?" she asked and you've honestly never thought about that, but in the end, it didn't really matter; if he cared for you he wouldn't want to break your heart. You smiled at her

"Then you'll break his legs" Wanda chuckled and you missed this, missed spending your time with your friends.

"Okay, I'll try" you hugged her and thanked. You knew everything was going to be alright.

CHAPTER SIX

Wanda kept her promise, she opened up toward Bucky, their relations were still cold sure but she didn't treat him like air anymore and he still didn't like her, in fact, you were pretty sure Bucky didn't like anybody. New-known people, he treated according to him "as they should be" which was almost like a shit. You were surprised when he told you he had friends among his kind. His kind, his home, you didn't like how he was separating underground and surface, how according to him on underground they had better service, better leadership, better food even better sky, fake and made by some sort of magic but still, it was better to him than the real one. After a year of his comparisons, you were sure he missed his home but he didn't admit it and the feeling that at some point he'll like to come back to his home was creeping in the back of your mind.

You weren't prepared for what was coming as you were lying with Bucky on his bed cuddling, his face in the crook of your neck. At first, you didn't understand him as his voice was muffled but when you asked him to repeat you swore your heart stopped beating

"I want to take you underground" he said firmly but he didn't have enough courage to look at you. You didn't know what to say, did he even think about it or he was saying it in a heat of the moment

"Bucky" you moved away from him and he looked at you with pleading eyes and serious look on his face

"I mean it Y/N. I want to take you home. It may sound cruel but" he stopped to search for words "here we don't have a future together. Look, I'm not aging and you..."

"So that's it? You want to take me underground to feed on my soul all the time? Or maybe because when I'm in my 40s you won't find me attractive anymore huh? Am I right?!" confused between slapping him and crying you decided to stand from the bed and put on your shoes

"It's not that Y/N! I'm scared okay?! I'm scared one day you'll vanish because some drunk fuck won't be able to control his car and you'd be gone forever! There" he pointed to the ground "you won't even be ill, you'll have the ability to live forever"

"At what cost?!" the look on his face confirmed he didn't know what he was asking you to do "You want me to leave my job, my friends, my family to live with you for a hundred years?!" Bucky moved closer to you and you hoped he understood, you both knew once mortal enters underground, he cannot leave.

"Y/N I love you" he moved to sit on the bed and it made you taller than him Bucky hesitatingly took your hands in his "and I know it's hard but sometimes we have to give up something to make something other happen, choose the lesser evil and I've..." tears in your eyes threatened to spill but you managed to keep your face neutral. The lesser evil, a situation in which you lose something, either Bucky or your life here. Immediately your memories with your family came to your mind.

Only yesterday you spoke with your parents and a month ago was their anniversary, the thought of not seeing or hearing from them anymore broke your heart. The memories of you playing hide and seek with your father, your mother reading you a book to sleep, your Saturday mornings in their bed watching cartoons. Your time spent with Wanda, she was your best friend through thick and thin, she was there for you when your first boyfriend broke up with you which at the age of 15 it was the end of the world and you were there for her when her brother died. Flashback with Bucky also appeared, your dates, your lazy mornings in bed, his face when he was laughing too hard, the way his eyes were sparkling when you told him you love him, the moment when he told you he loves you holding your hand in winter and trying to keep you warm, his cheeks flushed from the chill and you knew he was telling the truth.

The lesser evil.

One way or another you lose someone. But you made your decision. You knew what you had to do.

"Bucky" you whispered interrupting him as you didn't want these words to leave your mouths "Listen to what you are asking me to do" Bucky's face dropped, he knew, he understood "I cannot abandon my family. I think it's better to end it now before we go too far"

"No, you can't do that Y/N. You can't leave me! Please just listen to me..." his voice broke and he inhaled sharply. You released your hands from his grip and shook your head

"It's for the best and you know it" he started sobbing, you didn't know he was capable of crying but the tears on his cheeks made yours spill.

"You're everything I have Y/N" he cried and you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around him and tell him you were sorry for everything and staying with him

"It's for the best. I-I'm sorry James" you turned to leave and you dared to look at him last time, you saw a broken man, sobbing with his face in his hands "Goodbye" you whispered one more time before you walked out from his life.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The following days were blurry. You didn't know what was happening, Wanda helped you move in with your parents for a couple of weeks so Bucky wouldn't descend on you if something like that popped into his head. She told you he came once and asked her where you were but she didn't tell him so he made her promise she'll look after you when she told you that you knew that was the end, he understood, he gave up.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into one long year and year turned into another, the bite mark on your leg disappeared after some time. Saying you didn't miss Bucky would be a lie and after two years he became only a pleasant memory but every time you were thinking about him your heart ached and your eyes watered so you minimized your thoughts to a bare minimum until you stopped completely. Besides you had other things to think about for example Wanda's wedding.

She was getting married to Sam- the guy she met in the club on this red-letter day. She made you her maid of honor and you couldn't be more happy for her. She couldn't stop talking about her dress and asking you about opinion on which flowers pick but after a brainstorm with you and her fiance, they both came to the conclusion that roses are too generic but timeless. You didn't want to let Wanda down so you were part of their brainstorming until everything was wrapped up neat and tidy.

So now you were sitting with her, Sam and his best man Clint in a restaurant enjoying your dinner. Wanda and Sam looked cute together, the way he is looking at her with such adoration and love and you started to think if you'll find someone who will look at you like that. Someone who will make you feel loved and safe. If only Clint wasn't in a relationship you'd ask him out

"So Y/N, I've heard Peter was asking about you" pulled from your thoughts by Wanda you looked at her and blinked "and he can't wait to see you at the wedding" you growled in disgust and both Wanda and Sam frowned, Clint looked at you in understanding

"Look Peter is great and all but I don't need someone who will date me and God knows how many girls at the same time". Peter Quill, he was shamelessly flirting with you while his girlfriend was in the next room, you didn't know he had a girlfriend at all.

"They broke up" Sam said and placed his chin on his fist looking like he was listening to you intensively

"Doesn't matter. Listen there are two types of beings in the universe, those who dance, and those who do not. He's a dancer and I'm not" you said and Clint nodded

"He just needs to find a woman who is pathetic like him" you all looked at Clint and he had panic written on his face "What?! I'm being honest"

"That was savage" Sam replied and after few laughs, Wanda changed the subject and you went back to your thoughts.

Two years. Two years have passed and you didn't manage to have someone in your life for good after he-who-must-not-be-named and you didn't mean Voldemort at all. You've been on few dates sure but nothing too serious. Buck wasn't a dancer, just like you and that's how you were good together. You weren't afraid to say it out loud that he was the love of your life and you let him go. You missed him sometimes like you miss the sun when it's starting to get dark. But sitting and self-pitting wasn't a good solution so you brushed your thoughts aside and turned to Wanda who was telling about something when you heard infectious laugh among people chatter and plate clatter. It was oddly familiar and you started digging in your memory when have you heard it when Wanda called your name.

"I'm sorry I'll be right back" you said and stood up to use the bathroom, you heard the laugh once more but it went dead when you made your way through the restaurant.

You couldn't stop thinking about what Wanda had said about Peter. Maybe just maybe you'll give him probation or maybe you'll just give him what he wants and sleep with him, you must think about it at home.

Coming back to the table your gaze drifted to somebody's standing at the other end of the restaurant. Wearing all black Bucky looked gorgeous and your heart stopped when you saw him mouthing your name. You saw he wasn't alone. At the table where he was standing a redheaded woman wearing little black dress was seated. She was looking at you over her shoulder smirking. You felt a wave of nausea crushing through you. He was on a date. Part of you, this foolish and selfish part wanted to him to be alone like you were, you couldn't imagine he moved on. It wasn't jealousy, it was distress. Your stomach clenched and you darted a glance at him and quickly made your way to your table.

Wanda was asking what happened while you were collecting your belongings. You said it was emergency and you have to go.

"I'll walk you wherever you're heading" Clint proposed and stood up from his chair but you shook your head and placed your hand on his shoulder stopping him

"I'll be fine, I live not that far from here"

You couldn't sleep that night, every time you closed your eyes you've seen him standing there with his eyes boring into yours restlessly. When sleep isn't an option the television is. Wrapped in a blanket cocoon you collapsed on your couch watching late marathon of 'Scooby-Doo where are you?' Wanda was banging on your door

"Goddammit Y/N open the door!" you rolled your eyes at her

"You wouldn't have to knock if you didn't move out to Sam and made me change flats" you mumbled to yourself and watched as The Gang split, obviously Fred and Daphne were paired together, they probably went for a quickie.

You heard Sam saying something about forcing the door and Wanda groaned

"God Sam no! Y/N? Is it because of him? I mean you-know-who? Yeah I saw him at the restaurant and I know you've must been in shock seeing him but I swear I didn't know he would be there. Listen Y/N I know... God, I feel stupid talking to you through the door can you please open it?"

"No Wanda leave me alone! I'm fine, go back home. Sam was complaining he was tired earlier"

"Y/N?" Jesus, she was stubborn as hell "You know the wedding is in a few days and I want to know if you'll be good. I mean will you cool off?"

"Don't worry Wan I'll be the best maid of honor you'll ever have" you said watching as Scooby and Shaggy was eating as always and obviously they met a monster

"Okay. Cool. I'll call you in the morning! We love you, bye!" Wanda shouted to the door and slowly turned around to look at Sam's bitchy face with written 'Told you so' on it, she shook her head

"Swear to God I hate her sometimes" Wanda's eyes drifted to the blue ones which belonged to the figure standing further in a hallway

"Sorry pal. Not tonight"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Wanda and Sam's wedding came and you were furious. You screamed at the bride on her wedding day

"He's Sam's friend I didn't know it until a few days back" Wanda tried to explain why Barnes was present on her wedding reception

"More like you let him in today Wanda! Please don't lie" you both hide in some sort of staff only room after you saw Bucky on the reception.

The wedding was wonderful and both Wanda and Sam looked beautiful and utterly happy when Wanda's father, Erik walked her down the aisle. You were moved by them saying their wedding vows. At the reception, Quill was never from your side and eyed every guy who wanted to dance with you. When he left you to bring you some drinks you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the room looking around like a lost puppy. You knew he had to have the invitation to come in as if it was a closed party so you decided to confront Wanda and so here we are.

"Okay! They're not friends, they just know each other and Sam doesn't even like him" Wanda was mumbling and refused to look into your eyes. She played with her fingers nervously like a child getting scolded by their parent

"I don't care if he likes him or not Wanda, that's not the point. Did you or did you not give him the invitation?" you were breathing sharply through your nose, your jaw was clenched. You made a mental note to poke her on the nose once the wedding is over

"I did" she looked at you with guilt in her eyes but before you said something she continued "He was with us the other day when we tried to talk to you through the door. I saw he was suffering and you... I mean, just look at you and your past two years, you are miserable so I thought that it would be nice if you two talked and clear the air from all these toxins and you know I gave him the invitation" you scoffed and shook your head at how stupid and childish this whole situation was

"So now you don't treat him like an air? You decided to play the matchmaker and- wait! He was with you at my house? He knows where I live?" you looked at her with wide eyes and Wanda nodded shyly "For fuck's sake Wanda!"

"Y/N just please talk to him. I don't ask you to marry the guy just talk. You both need it" you scoffed again and doubted Barnes needed anything. His girlfriend was probably providing him with everything his wicked heart desires. Oh yeah! That's right! He had a girlfriend and you wondered did Wanda knew or did he passed it over in silence just like this little thing about his identity with you. Wondering either tell Wanda about Barnes' new desideration or not you decided to adapt his tactics and leave it unsaid. It was his life after all, who were you to bother anyway?

"I hate you, you know" you sighed and Wanda hugged you tightly

"I hate you too. Now go before you change your mind" she ushered you out of the room and you were met with the music and people dancing. Searching through the crowd for this familiar yet so distant face. You couldn't find him and your eyes met Sam's

"Sam! Have you seen Barnes?" you asked and he looked suspiciously at you

"She talked you into it?" you didn't have to answer, your action spoke for itself. He knew your story and he understood you and that's why you liked Sam Wilson "He went outside to the garden. If you want I'll keep Quill as far from you as possible to give you two more privacy" you thanked him and headed through the dance floor to the door leading to the garden. With pounding heart and soul on your shoulder you walked through the green alleys looking around and searching for him don't bothering calling his name, it felt unnatural. When you stopped at the big hedge maze you knew where he was, he wanted to play cat and mouse, you'll play along but this time you won't be a mouse.

CHAPTER NINE

You cussed when you turned into the dead end. Again. It was probably the fourth time you were in this corner, everything looked the same. You groaned angrily and shouted

"Damn you, Barnes! Damn you and your stupid games!" you turned around and walked to the alley you came in, at least you thought so because not a minute later you knew you got lost in this damned maze.

"Shit!" you looked around as panic enveloped you "Shit! Shit! Fuck!" trying to breathe you chose the alley on your left and walked until the alley seemed to go to the end, you couldn't describe the wave of relief when you saw dim lights at the end. Exit. You were saved. You decided you're going home where there are no hedge mazes and where you can easily go to your bathroom without any handicaps.

But how you were surprised when you saw that this wasn't the entry of the maze but the center. You made it. You managed to get through the maze and you mentally patted yourself on the back. Your bliss didn't last long because of the person sitting off the edge of the turned off fountain. He was holding a simple daisy between his two fingers, rolling it and you with pounding heart walked toward him slowly.

"What are you doing alone in the dark?" you asked and Bucky averted his gaze from the flower to you. He smiled sadly

"Not alone anymore am I?" he turned slightly and threw the flower into the water. You approached him but you kept the distance, you're both silent for some time before you sat beside him. Not close but not so far either.

"I know Wanda gave you the invitation because you wanted to talk or something" you dared to look at him. His blue eyes looked so pale in the moonlight "The real question is what about you wanted to talk?" he shrugged and shook his head

"I don't know" his eyes drifted from your face to the ground like it was more interesting "I just wanted to know how you've been"

"Good. I'm good. As you can see Wanda got married and she made me her maid of honor" you smoothed the hem of your beautiful cobalt dress on your knees.

"She'd be crazy if she'd chose someone else" he looked as your hands were still smoothing the material probably in an attempt to calm your nerves "You look beautiful" your eyes met and you gave him a polite smile

"Thank you" you cleared your throat "Where's your girlfriend? I thought she'll come with you"

He frowned and looked at you but soon his face lit up a bit "I barged in and you expect me to drag her here with me? I'm not that brazen, doll" your cheeks reddened slightly but you weren't sure either because of you assumed the worst of him or his pet name for you. You liked when he called you that, it made your heart melt but soon you remembered that everything you had with him was over. He had another doll and you weren't her. The redhead chick was the first thing he sees in the morning, she eats with him, makes out with him, laughs with him, fucks with him and you could name the activities forever but you caught yourself before your heart would swell. You didn't show any emotion but the only sound you made was your fists clenching

"Who is she? I'm just curious" you added the last sentence when he narrowed his eyes at you. You didn't want to look like you were desperate but curiosity who your ex-boyfriend was currently dating was acceptable.

"Natasha. Nat. She's uh... She's great! You know? She's nice, funny..." Bucky started to rub the back of his neck, it was the sign that he was nervous talking about it, you wanted to apologize and change the subject but he blurted out "What about you? You have someone special?"

"Yeah, yeah I have" you winced and scolded yourself. Why the hell you were lying? You couldn't take this back so you decided to lie a little bit. It's not like he'll check it right? Right? "Peter. I'm with Peter" you winced again when he wasn't looking and wondered why it felt so strange telling it

"That's the guy you've been dancing the whole time?" Bucky asked and you nodded "He looks... decent"

"He is. He's really funny and nice and he is an amazing dancer, I could've danced with him the whole night" Bucky smiled and you knew you'll be burning in hell for your lies. Bucky didn't say anything instead he rolled the rock under his shoe and made the silence that fell even more noticeable. You both were looking at his shoe was sliding back and forth for a couple of minutes until Bucky decided to speak again

"She's not my girlfriend" your eyes shot to his and he blushed, you almost didn't notice in the dark "I wanted to make you jealous"

"If she's not your girlfriend then who is she?" you couldn't help but ask and he turned his head in embarrassment

"She's my partner in monkey shines. She sells me information"

"But-but you were laughing with her, you were in the restaurant, it was a date" if he was doing business with her why he didn't do it in private?

"She's not the person you want to be alone in the room, Y/N. She's dangerous and I wanted to be sure she wouldn't do anything in front of the other people, that's why restaurant. And we simply didn't want to get caught so we pretended it was a date" he chucked "Besides she cracks jokes"

You were speechless. You didn't know why he was telling you this and why he lied to you in the first place. To make you jealous? Yeah he definitely did and now you were kicking yourself because you weren't any better than him, you also lied maybe to make him jealous but probably not to make you look like someone alone

"I don't date Peter. Although I'm sure he'd want to but no, he's not my type. In fact, I haven't dated anyone in two years" you looked at the flowers before you it was pansies or some sort, Bucky did the same

"No one compares to you" he whispered and you looked at him. His hair was longer now. Back when you were dating his hair was short, not short-short but still, some may consider it short. And now you could tie his hair if you'd persist. They would’ve all fell from his tiny ponytail but it'll look cute nonetheless. Bucky turned his gaze to you

"Why did you leave me?"

CHAPTER TEN

"Excuse me? You told me to choose between you and my life- the 'lesser evil'" his eyes narrowed when you made a quotation mark with your hands and he scoffed

"You didn't let me finish! You chose not knowing the whole truth and then you ran away!"

"What whole truth?" this is gonna be good you thought to yourself but you promised you'll listen to him and then you'll leave and never see him again, this whole situation was ridiculous

"My friend is in our kind of government and he said it wouldn't be an issue for you to leave from time to time if you really loved me" your opened your mouth to speak but nothing came and you were sitting there with your mouth opened in disbelieve

"What?" it came hoarse and it was the only thing you could think of

"You could've enter and leave whenever you wanted to and after some time we could move to the surface for good"

"Why you didn't tell me?!"

"You ran away! You left me alone! You made me promise I wouldn't hurt you and look a plot twist- it was you who hurt the other, you broke my heart Y/N"

"Why you didn't tell me?" you repeated yourself but you couldn't form any other words, you could've asked him why he didn't bother to explain everything to you. It was like after his first attempt he gave up everything you had together.

Bucky couldn't believe he was sitting there with you, after two years his first conversation with you turned into arguing and it made his heart clench. All he wanted to do was to hug you and hold you, you could hit and kick him as you want but he wouldn't let you go ever again. For the past two years, he was a shell of himself. He spent them mostly in the underground or in his club hoping one day you'll show up and everything will be fine. He wanted to love you, marry you and show the world how happy you made him.

"The bite mark" he said slowly "I felt you didn't want to see me and you said that was for the best so I thought it was an excuse to leave me" he dropped his gaze to the ground and fought with the tears, he didn't want to show you how weak he was

"What? An excuse?" you scooted closer to him and placed your hand on his knee to make him look at you "Bucky it was the toughest decision I made. You have no idea how many times I pictured how my life would pan out if I'd chose to be with you" your hand on his knee burned him and you must've felt it because soon you took it but as soon as you did it he missed your touch. You were silent for a moment, both searching for the right words, you were searching for 'how sorry and stupid you were' words, he for 'how sorry he was for not trying more'. It was Bucky who spoke first

"If you knew would you agree to be with me?" he almost whispered you knew he was insecure

"Of course, Bucky. I loved you" he winced at you using the past tense. You loved him, how bitter that sounded. "So... You're saying we're both idiots and we wasted two years of our lives?"

"Pretty much"

Again silent. You both were getting used to it descent between you two. Looking everywhere but not on your companion. You smiled when you saw it was the kind of garden where you and Wanda were playing princesses as children. The dim light from the lanterns and crickets sing made the setting rather romantic and you felt the tension hover in the air. You caught Bucky stealing glances your way.

"I like this place. It looks..." you saw lighting bugs flying further in the garden and you smiled "It looks kinda magical"

Bucky looked at you and also smiled, your eyes met and you saw an ultimate adoration beaming from him "Yeah" he leaned slightly to kiss you but soon he remembered himself and wanted to pull back but he wasn't quick enough and you leap at the chance to pull him back to you by his tie and catch his lips in a tender kiss.

His hands reached to cup your face and you swore you saw galaxies before your closed eyes. Bucky pulled away to look at your face, you opened your eyes and you smiled at him nuzzling your nose against his, he soon captured your lips into another more absorbing kiss. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he pulled you onto his lap without breaking the kiss and you thanked God your dress was only knee-length so it wasn't difficult for you to sit on his lap. You moaned when his hands pulled you closer to him by your waist making you grind on him. 'Smug bastard' you thought to yourself when you felt him smile against your lips 'but he's my bastard' you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled making him groan. Bucky broke the kiss or some may rather call it make out session and looked at you. You were both panting, your lips were swollen and to him, you've never looked more beautiful than in this moment.

"I love you Y/N" you inhaled sharply when you felt his hands reaching under your dress and moving up your thighs "I never stopped" he reached the hem of your underwear and played with it "and I'll never stop" you gasped when you felt the sting in place where your underwear encroached into your skin while he ripped it.

"God Bucky" you closed your eyes and placed your forehead on his, you were breathing heavily and Bucky's lips grazed yours

"There is no God here darling. Only you and me" he closed the gap between your lips and started kissing you feverishly stealing your breaths and making you dizzy. You couldn't wait any longer. You needed him. You needed to feel him. Your hands automatically reached to his belt to unbuckle his trousers. You stopped kissing him to better see what your hands were doing and Bucky took the opportunity to kiss and nibble at the skin on your neck. You unzipped his fly and without waiting any longer you put your hand under his briefs.

"Jesus" Bucky hissed and threw his head back when he felt you stroking his dick. You chuckled and started to move your hand up and down along his length

"No Jesus. You can call me Y/N" he looked at you and you saw his eyes turned black completely. Once when you started dating you'd turn your head away for not to see his demon's eyes but now you yearned to see him, you missed seeing his face, demon or not he was your Bucky, your greatest love.

You released him from his briefs as much as it allowed and you braced yourself holding Bucky's shoulders while he was steering you onto his throbbing member. He entered you in one swift motion. You moaned loudly while he groaned. Bucky closed his eyes and placed his forehead on your shoulder.

"Fuck Y/N. Why do I get that feeling with you like I'm flying?" he kissed your cheek and you looked at him

"I love you James" he didn't has a chance to answer because you experimentally rolled your hips making him moan. You cupped his face and peppered kissed all over it still rolling your hips when Bucky stopped you. When mischievous sparks appeared in his eyes you knew that was it. The playtime's over or rather that was when it truly began. Bucky lifted you so only the head of his cock remained inside and then he slammed you down, smirking while you gasped. He didn't bother being gentle, he was slamming into you without a mercy besides you've got the whole time in the world for slow love making

"I missed you so much, I missed you so fucking much but don't worry we're not gonna leave the bedroom for at least a week" Bucky whispered in your ear whining and clenched around him when he hit your g-spot "we have two years to catch up with" he was moving your hips rapidly and you weren't sure how much longer you're going to last and he wasn't helping at all, he was telling you what's he's going to do to you once you get back to your house, how he was going to fuck you against every possible surface

"I'm going to fuck you Y/N. I'm going to fuck you so good you're not going to think about anything than my dick inside you" you were squeezing him tight he wasn't sure whether he'd come any minute, "Fuck! I'm going to love you, I'm going to marry you and we'll live happily ever after. How's that? You'd like that?"

"Yes! Yes, yes Bucky I'm close, I'm so close" you clenched again and he growled

"Cum Y/N! Fucking cum right now!" and you did, moaning and chanting his name. Bucky gasped and moved your hips up and down for a few times before you felt him empty inside you, he nuzzled your neck and you cradled him as close to your body as possible. You're both panting, both spent. You kissed the top of his head and brushed the hair from his forehead. He looked at you and smiled

"I meant that Y/N. I won't let you go ever again" you were afraid once the bliss would fade it would be awkward between the two of you but he made it right. Bucky always made everything right. You beamed at him and grazed his cheek with your fingers

"That's good but I'm not sure I'll ever think about walking away" you leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss and he moaned slightly against your lips.

In the end, it didn't matter who he was whether a demon or a human or even a freaky vampire as long as Bucky loved you and promised to have his future with you.

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