#cause issa bit longer

[skoulsons]

I got carried slightly away. Enjoy :)

Joel played with his hands, a nervous tick that Ellie always loved being able to calm down. “First real patrol. You ready?” He was towering over her, as he did, as they waited by the door for Tommy.

She raised her eyebrows at him with a smirk. She reached towards him and clasped his hands together, trying to hold them both in hers. “Are you? You look like you’re about to have a heart attack,” she questioned, rubbing a thumb over his slightly enveloped hands.

He felt like he was about to have a heart attack. Ever since they moved in, they were never apart. Now, Ellie was going outside the walls on patrol. She could fight infected. She could get thrown off her horse. They could run in to raiders. Anything could happen to her, and it terrified him that he wasn’t going to be the one next to her.

He smiled at her, appreciating the grounding pressure of her hands over his. He leaned forward and kissed her hairline, their hands still together. “I jus’ want you safe, ‘s’all.”

She smiled at the affection as she took her hands from his and wrapped them around his middle. He leaned into it, his left arm rubbing those all-too-familiar circles on her back and his right combing through her ponytail.

“I’ll have Tommy,” she said into his chest. “He’ll keep me safe.”

“He better-”

Joel drew in a breath to continue, but Tommy burst through the door right then, stopping cold in his tracks at the two hugging in front of him. He paused, giving a small smile to Joel.

Joel raised his voice slightly. “-‘Cause if he don’t, I might just beat his ass.”

Tommy’s eyes grew wide, Ellie giggling against Joel’s chest at the imagery of Tommy’s expression behind her.

Ellie gave Joel one more squeeze. He tilted his head to the side, trying to see her face. “You protect him too, got it?” He kissed her temple.

“Got it,” she said, nodding into his chest as she pulled away.

Ellie slung her pack over her shoulders and grabbed their rifle, standing beside Tommy as he shared a look with Joel.

“I mean it, Tom.”

“Oh, I know it.” He looked down at Ellie beside him, a goofy grin on her face. Tommy couldn’t help but smile back, “I’ll keep her safe.”

Ellie nodded to herself, trusting Tommy with such a task.

“Ready, kiddo?”

“Yes, sir.”

-/\-/\-

Tommy walked her home as Ellie talked incessantly about what they did together that day, joy evident in her voice as she recounted every room they walked through, infected they saw, and story Tommy told her along the way.

They stopped at the bottom of the stairs up to the house. “Good job today, kiddo. You did real good. Got you on for one next week as well, as long as my brother doesn’t threaten me on the behalf of your safety,” he half-joked.

She sighed, disapprovingly. “Just one?”

“I don’t need your old man stringing me up by my insides.

She laughed, “Yeah, me neither. Next week it is! Thanks, Tommy,” she said as she turned up the porch stairs and headed inside.

Joel was sitting at the kitchen table, book in hand and his reading glasses on. She always teased him about the reading glasses. She never saw him in them and it always felt like a treat. He looked… different. If she knew what a professor looked like, she thinks it would be similar to Joel wearing his glasses.

He glanced to his left as the door opened, his book falling to the table. “You’re home early? Somethin’ happen?”

“Nope,” she responded, unlacing her boots. “We cleared the motel and some surrounding buildings and then we headed home.” She sat the rifle against the wall and dropped her bag to the floor beside his.

He chuckled, “I’ve never had an early day with him. He must really like you.”

She laughed, walking over to him and peering over his shoulder. “What’re you reading?” She dropped her chin on to his shoulder.

“Nothin’ you’ll find interesting.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she agreed, her arms coming over his shoulders and crossing across his chest.

Daddy! Piggy back!

Alright, c’mere baby. One, two, three, jump! Sheesh, baby, loosen your arms up. You don’t gotta choke me.

Memories of town fairs, Sarah young enough to sit on Joel’s shoulders, her hands holding on to every blessed part of his face as he tried to see through the mix of her fingers. One particular memory of her on his shoulders sticks out to him. She was scared of the height, so Joel held both of her hands to keep her steady and leaning forward into him. She kept kicking her feet lightly against his chest and she’d wave their conjoined hands together at strangers walking by.

He remembered piggy back rides. Piggy back rides from the pool to the car when she claimed she was ‘too tired’ to make it all but ten yards. Piggy backs from the beach to the boardwalk, Sarah unable to get her feet through the hot sand. Piggy backs late at night; Joel exhausted from a day of work but willing to give her one, Sarah clinging to his neck and giggling as he ran laps around their house.

There was another memory.

What’s all this?

Nothin’ you’ll find interesting.

Ah, contracting paperwork?

Mmhm.

Well, I’m going to bed. Get some sleep tonight, dad. Please.

He turned to her, a small smile to try and compensate for the heavy bags under his eyes. “I will, baby.”

She smiled back, “You better. Don’t need you falling asleep at the wheel when you take me to school.”

His smile stayed, still watching her. “I won’t fall asleep, Sarah.”

“Then sleep tonight to make sure that doesn’t happen,” she quipped. He really needed sleep. She leaned in and grabbed his opposite shoulder, kissing his cheek. “Goodnight, dad.”

“Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

Joel exhaled, the memories rushing back to him like a sweeping current. He relaxed into the contact, his shoulders dropping as his head leaned back, hitting her shoulder. He closed his eyes. Goodnight, baby. I love you.

He brought his hand up from his book and held on to her left wrist, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the same spot his watch face sits.

“Alright,” she started, “I… am going to bed. Patrol wiped me out. Get some sleep too, old man.” She patted his chest a few times, pulling away from him as his hand gently followed her.

Oh.

He paused, taking his time. “I will, baby girl.”

“You better. We’re not on the road anymore, you’re allowed to sleep now. Don’t need you falling asleep when you’re making breakfast tomorrow.”

His breathing started to shake slightly. He exhaled, trying to ground himself. He forced a smile out as he turned to her. “I won’t… fall asleep making breakfast.”

She grinned back, “Can never be too sure.” She grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it as she walked behind him and headed towards the stairs. “Goodnight, Joel!”

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, Ellie already up the flight of stairs to hear the endearment.

He opened his mouth again, but no words came. No noise, no indication that he had anything to say; only he did, yet it stayed playing on repeat in his head, praying that he’ll say it again one day, and she’ll be the one it’s for.

I love you.

[mayearies]

✰ STARBOY

he’s a mf starboy, or spiderboy in this case. genre: suggestive

warnings: idk its just suggestive a/n: i forgot abt this fic but it was on mayearies so why not move it ova here⁉️

e1610 miles had been away for a while, but that was pretty normal. only that he had been gone for longer than you had anticipated. you know that he was notorious for being away much more than he was according to him parents—being late for events, missing classes, etcetera. truth was, he wanted to clear his head. being brooklyn’s SPIDERMAN was difficult, after all. but truth was, after these two years of being a superhero, he felt more alive than he ever has.

just imagine, gliding through the city by webs that can thwip on to anything. in a suit so nobody knows you. sounds like a dream. and hey, that dream became a reality for him. but, nobody knows. no one. while he was away, truly you lingered in the back of his mind. he couldn’t wait to get back to you. but he just wanted time to himself for a while.

the people of brooklyn gazing upon their hero, who had countless times saved them from complete disaster and distruction. countless having photos in thier phones of him. god, what a life. maybe he left to boost his ego a bit but who cares, truly?

—you were sleeping soundly. under the blanket you and miles would share when he came over to see you. the sound of your window sliding open woke you from your dreams. next thing you knew, someone’s cold lips were on yours. gentle hands were holding you in place by your shoulders. this kiss felt so new but at the same time recognizable. “miles?”

his lips released from yours and he gave you a loving stare, not saying anything. god, he really did have it all. his gloved hands moved down to yours, rubbing them with bittersweet intent. “i did it, amor.”

“what did you do?”

he shuffled into your lap and cupped your face. even through his suit you could feel how cold he was. his eyes looked like they were searching for something in yours. “i figured it out, i realized it. i always thought that something was missin’.”

you raised your eyebrow with a pout on your face as he laid his chin in your chest and wrapped one of his arms around your waist lightly while the other would stroke your cheek lightly, “it better have been me ‘cause you left me all alone.”

he chuckled softly, grabbing your chin by his fingers. “no, no, of course i missed you. but at the same time, i realized i wasnt missin’ nothin’. i’m a lucky guy, princess—i have you, i’m spiderman, issa dream.”

your face relaxed and just looked at the boy who always reminded you of a fawn since you first met. you thought he was going to kiss you. he didn’t. well, not yet anyway. he stopped and you cold feel his breath on your lips.

“i’m a motherfuckin’ starboy, mami.”

© mayeluvsu

[astarab1aze]

“Hell of a drug.” from Shoko to Loux

"Yeah, y'could say tha'. Pixi dust's a bit different from noxium, buh tis jus as fun t' take, if not more so. Issa hallucinagen, totally psychedellic, an' it'll knock ya on yer ass fer a few hours. Make ya see stars - think I described it as seein' god's taint once, an' honestly tha's still pretty apt. Lotta different sensory hallucinations. Touch, taste, smell, sound, an' sight - all o' them. S'no fun th' first time ya e'er do it though. Ya get all th' nasty side effects from projectile vomitin' t' one o' them icepick headaches, def a bloody nose 'cause ya gotta snort it, ya get cold sweats an' yer 'eart goes bananas like ya migh' 'ave a 'eart attack; Buh iffin ya can get through all 'at, ya end up seein' somethin' real special, feelin' a universal kinda euphoria. It makes ya giddy, giggly, buh also makes yer eyes fuckin' leak. Cryin' th' whole time. Also makes ya gotta pee a lot. I'unno, s'jus one o' them things.

"Tis basically...mmm, I'd call it psychedellic cocaine wit a pinch o' peyote in some o' th' side effects, an' then some ayahuasca maybe? Tis only slightly less dangerous to use 'an noxium, buh they both pretty fuckin' bad fer ya. 'Specially if yer human. Nightfolk drugs are always gon' be stronger an' 'arder 'an anythin' humans got goin' on. Buh yeah, yeah - they both helluvem drugs. Pixi dust's a newer thing 'an noxi though, came 'bout in the 1800s where noxi's jus kinda always been 'round. Longer 'an actual opium. Noxi's worse fer ya 'an pixi dust 'cause it's basically super heroine, maybe super fent. Worth a shit ton more, too. Ya get all the highs an' all the fuckin' lows, buh e'eryone who takes it? Ya gottem in yer back fuckin' pocket 'cause they'll always come back fer more. An' tha's th' secret, yanno? Gettin' 'em hooked so ya can take 'em fer e'erythang they worth, bleed 'em dry."

He felt a little weird talking to her about all this, but if they were to crackdown and find whoever was distributing both drugs and using blackwyrms to hide shipments, then the more she knew the better, right? He knows how he sounds, however - just as guilty as the low-lives they were looking for. He really wasn't any better; He had just as much blood on his hands, ruined rust as many lives - maybe that's why he switched to dealing to the upper class. Dumping bullshit on poor folk, worsening a struggle he was intimately familiar with, didn't sit right with him.

That doesn't mean he has a moral compass, though.

"S'it weird tha' nightfolk got all th' same problems humans 'ave? All th' same types o' criminals, all th' same drama, all th' same shit goin' on? I mean, since yer learnin' 'bout e'erythang, whatchu think? How difficult d'ya think this all finna be? 'Cause t'ain't gon' be easy, tha's fer sure. Iffin our John Doe's e'en half as bad as I am when it comes t' m' shit, we got one big fuckin' fish t' fry. Tis a hot mess, babes, an' we awready strugglin' t' connect wha' few dots we got on th' board. Nightfolk 'ave a lot more tools a' our disposal, can more easily cover up a trail an' leave no trace b'hind. Buh maybe ya can see somethin' I don'. Lady like youse gotta 'ave an idea or two, 'specially since yer some kinda doc beyond 'is."

[kasarawolf]

"Are you looking to loose a hand punk?!"

“…Are you~?”

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After coloring my drawing last night, I was so inspired that I went and drew something else! Uploading it a whole day later. Rough sketch and rough colors!

Why yes, Kota DID have a mullet, before he "cleaned up" and went off to Conton~ For a full 3 or so chapters lol. Kota with his longer hair is feral, get your shots if he bites you. (Not sure if the guy he bit here, has XD) His "street name" is "The Crimson Dragon," because he's a dumb dragon loving nerd and his Riding Outfit is dragon themed. He thinks the name sounds bad@$$ meanwhile for Issa, it makes him want to get take out Chinese food lol. Unfortunately the name is not really catching and people call him "Akuma No Niwatori" or "Demon Chicken." lololol Sometimes Akuma for short, because he's such a nuisance. He likes to put his nose in places where it doesn't belong, all because he's "bored," which causes a lot of headaches for Grandma Bulma.

With long hair, he really looks like his Mom, Sakana ;o;

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

Part of You

Eclipse X Reader

A/N: Once again writing this in the back room uwu. Gotta get some content out before I drop my self insert like it's hot. Anyway, there's a lot of gender neutrality in this one. Eclispe uses they/them exclusively, and reader has no gender. Issa they them party ayyyy. Side note, this was written so you can picture your fave eclipse when reading it.

Description: The lights broke. In the w h o l e Pizzaplex. Flickering and dim lights lead to a unique discovery though, and you get pulled away from your work to do a bit of comforting that is 110% necessary. Undoing the damage that others have done is always a difficult task.

Tags: fluff, gn!reader, programmer!reader, established relationship, comfort, so sugary sweet

Word Count: 2000

Sometimes you wondered how in the hell this place stayed up and running. Despite the new management and heavy upgrades, old problems eventually caught up to the establishment, and now you were on double duty.

The Plex was closed for the day due to faulty lighting in ninety percent of the building. Lights were flickering pretty much everywhere, or were just straight up out. Another large chunk of lighting had gone dim, causing poor lighting in many areas and leading to staff members tripping over themselves and every other thing hanging around. It was quite the refined mess, and now you had to lead a group of technicians to fix it.

You had been at it for hours, ordering more suitable workers to replace old lights, fixing generators, rewiring old fail safes that were no longer up to code, and all other things of the sort. It was a miracle you had as much knowledge and leadership as you did, stepping in to help out your fellow coworkers between rerouting things on the network to avoid lethal electrical shocks to anyone. It was a huge team effort, putting you on your feet for nearly nine hours by now. It was necessary though, so you all held your complaints until the building was safe to walk through again.

Once the main halls were back in order, you and your coworkers started going into specific rooms to check the situation. The daycare just so happened to be the next stop, which jogged your memory. Through all the intense work, you hadn’t gone to check up on Sun or Moon, and figured that now would probably be a good time to do so considering how spooky the place was looking right now. With a wave you told your group you’d page them on any changes to the situation while they worked on the generators, leaving to go and check up on your partners; whichever one would be present in these wacky circumstances.

Without stable power you couldn’t ride the fly line up, so you had to use the stairs like a regular person. Groaning with each step you finally made it up into their room, but found things to be a little different than they normally were. With a gentle creak of the door opening, you saw the dim, flickering lights tingeing the room an odd orange tone every time they flickered brighter, not completely turning off. The whole place was poorly lit, making it hard to see if Sun or Moon was around. There was someone there though. They were just… crumpled into a corner, concerning you greatly. You dropped your bag at the door, and made your first move.

“Sun? Moon? Is that you?” You called out tentatively, watching the figure in the corner jolt upon hearing your voice.

“N-no! Go away!” They responded.

The voice was odd, but familiar. It sounded like both Sun and Moon at the same time, and now you were curious. You would not in fact be going away, and marched yourself on over to that corner to see what was going on. Though half turned, you were able to tell clearly what was going on, and you were both shocked and impressed.

It was neither Sun nor Moon, but a unique combination of both. Half of the sun rays were out, the hat was there, the colour combination was mixed between the two of them, as well as the clothing patterns being jumbled between what was usually Sun’s and Moon’s as well. It was almost as if they had merged. You were so very intrigued by this phenomena, and gently reached out. This form shied away from your hand when they noticed it getting near though, and you became confused.

“Hey, it’s me, _______. Head tech? Your… partner? Sun… Moon… er, what do I call you…?” You pondered, trying to bring ease to the poor form on the floor.

“Please don’t deactivate us.” Was the only thing they said.

“Wait, what? Why would I- No! Oh my god no I would never!” You insisted, quite appalled that such a thought even existed.

“But this is… we are a bug…” They repeated, almost sounding sad.

You let out a deep sigh and sat yourself down behind this new form, staring at the back of their head. You crossed your arms, not wanting your touch to bring sudden discomfort to this clearly uncomfortable situation.

“I doubt this is a bug. Everything is so intricate it can’t be anything but deliberate. This is intentional. What… what do I call you when you’re like this? To save me from being rude.”

Your gentleness and comforting tone were finally enough to get them to turn around and look at you, a morphed expression of fear and trust resting on either side of their face. The look in your eyes was strong enough to bring them comfort thankfully, and they finally gave you a name.

“We are… Eclipse.”

“You say ‘we’ so… does that mean that…” You paused.

“Yes. Both Sun and Moon are present and able to speak. We are one in the same right now.” They confirmed.

“That’s wild. How does this mode come about? Like what triggers this?” You questioned further.

“Dim lights, heavy black lighting, and… emergency situations. This is a mode that can only be maintained under lighting like this or dire security protocols.” They answered reluctantly.

“That’s amazing. Why would I ever delete a protocol like this? It’s clearly necessary, and meant to happen. What makes you think the first thing I’d do is wipe you out?” You asked gently.

“Last time we�� hurt someone.”

You let that sink in while silence flooded the room once more. Eclipse hurt someone. But with the combined efforts of both Sun and Moon, plus the circumstances needing to be so specific, there’s no way it was a bad thing. It had to be justified, and now you had to know.

“May I… check your memory banks? I know I’ve never done so before, but I’m curious to know what happened. Maybe I can bring you some closure?” You offered.

“N-no! You’ll decommission us for good! I know you will-”

“Eclipse. Honey.” You interrupted, reaching out to hold their hand. “I wouldn’t dream of getting rid of you. I’m just curious. I want to bring you peace. You shouldn’t be so scared in this form. You should be free.”

There was hesitance when Eclipse stared at you, but they had to remember that this was you they were with. You were special. You have never done anything to hurt them. You… were the one they loved. They nodded, giving you their trust and sliding out of the corner a little for you to reach them with ease. A sigh of relief left you, happy that they weren't totally lost.

“I promise I’m just looking. You can watch it with me.” You stated again.

You crawled away to where you dropped your bag and dragged out your laptop and connectors. Carefully, still watching Eclipse’s expressions, you wired him into your laptop and got started on accessing their memory banks. You had never done so before, because you felt like you were invading someone’s privacy. The last time you looked into old memories was for a security issue on one of the Glamrocks; specifically Monty to pull footage and prove innocence on behalf of the Plex. It still felt dirty even then, but curiosity won this time. With permission, you carefully dug up the old file from last time Eclipse was active, and watched.

The footage was honestly pretty gruesome. They did not lie when they said they hurt someone. Watching back that footage knowing you were now a witness to it too made Eclipse cringe, but you got some details that were left out. The man in question of the attack had every right to have a gash that big ripped out of his chest. The man was… well, to put it lightly, a predator. Eclipse activating was the correct response, and saved that child. The only issue was how rich he was, which had a close lawsuit almost fall through. That’s most likely where the original threat to decommission them came from, and it made you livid.

“I’ve seen what I needed to. That man deserved every bit of what you did to him. Now who the hell said they’d decommission you for that?” You asked, closing your laptop and unhooking them.

“The last tech…”

“God!” You huffed in a fit. “It’s always something with that last tech. That prick did a mental number on all of the animatronics here at least once. Look, you don’t need fixing. This right here is a part of who you are, and I would NEVER change anything about you unless you asked me to do it yourself. I will never change who you are. This isn’t a glitch. In fact, I’m surprised they haven’t made this mode more easy for you to get into. But then again, that’s something I can discuss with you later on depending on your feelings.”

“_______, we…”

“Hold on. Both of you are here, right? You said Sun and Moon become one when you’re like this?” You asked, reaching out to hold their face.

A nod.

“Lovely then. Eclipse, I love you. All of you. I will never change you because realistically, who the hell would? I get to speak to both of you right now. How rare is that? This is the only way I’ll ever get to love you both at the same time, and I wouldn’t change that even if it would save my life to do so.” You told them sweetly.

You sealed your statement with a kiss, gently rubbing your thumb across their cheek as weak, oily tears spilled from their eye sockets. Originally a feature that was deemed pointless but implemented anyway by your encouragement, it made them feel more real. More human. More valid in what they felt. Though shaky they reached out to you, and you quickly moved yourself into their lap to allow the closest embrace possible. Your words were enough to heal the fracture in their mechanical heart, and for once, they knew they were safe. The safest place was here, you in their arms, your lips pressed to theirs.

The sweetness your kiss left lingered, and instead of fear, Eclipse was now flustered as all hell. More so than usual too. Must be because of how they were combined that it doubled their emotions. The odd flustering shade of pink and blue spread on separate sides of their face, and you giggled, happy that they had found contentment again.

“Mmm, I feel like the lights will be repaired soon.” You mused. “My team does good work. Would you like me to turn down the slider to keep them dim once power is regulated? You know, so we can stay like this.”

“... Please. We need you right now.” Eclipse nodded.

You smiled and offered one more quick little kiss before you stood up to turn down the lights. It was crazy how correct you were, power being restored mere seconds after you dimmed the lights. A little buzz ran through Eclipse, but they were fine. When you came back to them, you were scooped up immediately and plastered against their chest in a desperate hug. Perhaps you needed to give a little more care to your robotic partners. This was a lot of pent up fear, but you were glad to finally have it released now. Warmth flooded over both of you as you hugged tightly, finally at ease.

You sent off a quick little page over your phone to your team, letting them know you wouldn’t be back down for at least an hour or two. There were some more important things that needed fixing and it would take a while. They didn’t need to know it was a heart you were healing. Not yet.

[vivian-the-fool]

WOOHOOOO, CHECK IT!!! TWO POSTS IN ONE MONTH! WHAT A WACKY OCCURRENCE DIS IS!! 🌈🌈 ANOTHER JUDGMENT BOY POST, SURPRISE SURPRISE…. IT’S ALSO MY JB’S BIRTHDAY ON JAN 2ND!! AND ONE YEAR OF EXISTENCE!! another lore-related post, with a bit more context than the last one I did…… Catherine was one of the first people he cast judgment on during his power trip, as retribution for her causing the loss of his right arm……. and he’s inducing a hallucination to make it appear as though blood is running down his face, to mess with her…. FUN STUFF, YEA!! 🔥🔥 sorry for the clutter of da second slide, da text wuz longer…,, issa bit messyyy

I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO KEEP ENOUGH WORDS FROM THE ORIGINAL PASSAGES I WROTE HIGHLIGHTED, SUCH THAT U CAN STILL PIECE TOGETHER THE CASE/SCENARIO..... as always pleeease feel free 2 approach me n ask me abt my rendition Judgment Boy, I’ve been working on him for nearly a full year now ‼️

[tloujm]

Part XIX: Di Miele e Luna

Author’s Notes: As a reminder of the setting, it is early summer time and this chapter takes place the day after their wedding day. Issa short one. A couple more honeymoon centered chapters to follow.

Genre: smut with a fluffy pillow to lay on

Summary: After the rain subsides, the two of you wake up in the greenhouse and manage to make it back home without running into anybody. After recuperating, Joel reveals that he has another surprise for you that involves a little trip. 

Ship: Joel x Reader

“Y’ain’t peakin’ back there, are you?” Joel asked. He reached back and patted your thigh.

“Of course I’m not, but you can’t keep me like this forever!” You replied. You were riding a horse with Joel and you were blindfolded. He convinced you to share a horse during your outing. You thought the two of you were just gonna scavenge until he pulled out a long piece of fabric from his back pocket. As he tied it over your eyes, he confessed that he had a surprise to show you.

He chuckled. “It won’t be forever. Just a little while longer is all.”

After a while, you let your cheek press against his back while your arms snaked around his middle. You finally perked back up when you felt Joel pulling on the reins. He told you that this was it. He helped you off the horse and tied her down before coming back to you. He took the time to position you for the best view of his surprise before untying the fabric. 

“Is this...for us? Is this ours?” You asked with raised eyebrows.

He nodded. “Yes, darlin’, this is ours.” He slid his arms around your waist from behind. “This is how we’re gonna spend our honeymoon. I planned on showing you yesterday right after the ceremony but the storm threw me off. Just me, you and...that’s it. Just us,” He kissed your earlobe. “Enjoying us.” You walked forward past the short wooden fencing. Sections were blown over as a result of the storm. He cleared his throat. “I’m gonna fix those,” He ran and scooped you up from behind. “But not today.” He dipped his head down to leave a slew of sloppy kisses all around your face. “Maybe tomorrow or maybe not. Maybe the day after…” His voice trailed off as he walked you through the threshold.

This was Joel’s wedding present for you. A while back, during a patrol mission, he located a cottage that set back from the main road. He marked it on the map and made a mental note to go back and check it out. The long walkway and front yard were shrouded by a few large trees. The sunlight that did make it through the filter of leaves and branches cast a beautiful pattern on the ground. He surveyed the whole premise outside before reaching for the door. It opened with no problem; no lock, no barricade. The thick layer of dust in all of the rooms guaranteed that the place hadn’t been inhabited in a very long time. It was a fixer upper, but he saw the potential in it and wanted to make it look nice for you.

He didn’t like the idea of lying to you as he knew where that got him in the past, but it was all in the name of your surprise. For the past couple of months, he would leave Jackson to clean the place up. When he’d come back home late, he’d tell you that patrols ran over for one reason or another or that someone needed him to pick up a shift last minute. You trusted him again and did not sense a reason to feel otherwise. You’d almost caught him slipping one night when you asked him where your favorite headscarf was. Not wanting to have to worry about anything when you got there, Joel secretly packed some things from around the house and furnished the cottage with it. He shook his head at the memory of something as miniscule as a scarf being the thing that almost unraveled your plan. 

Joel waltzed into the cottage with you still in his arms. He didn’t put you down until you reached the stairs. The cottage was a loft style, so the bedroom was the only thing not on floor level. Your face lit up in curiosity as you ran up the stairs. You let your body fall on the bed. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face and he basked in it. 

“I’m glad you like it.” He said, joining you on the bed. 

“I love it!” You exclaimed.

“I would give you a tour, but I’m afraid I can’t let you leave this bed.”

“No?”

“No. You look too damn good just like this. You think I’m just gonna let you go?” His hand slid under your shirt.

“I wouldn’t want you to.” You responded softly. 

“Good.”

He straddled your waist and leaned down to kiss you. His hands gently grasped the sides of your face. Just as it began to get heated, he moved away and straightened up. He unzipped your pants and lifted your hips to pull them off. You watched as he slid his large hands up and down your thighs, his thumbs caressing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. They squeezed your soft flesh every so often. You squirmed under his grip as the sensation tickled, but he managed to keep you in place. Slowly, he trailed his finger up your thigh and across the fabric of your panties. He began to massage your clit with the wide heel of his palm as he teased your entrance with his fingers through the thin material. Your insides clenched at his touch. His palm circled around your bud with more pressure causing your hips to start bucking forward. He pushed your hips back down with his free hand.

“Not yet, baby girl.” He said, his eyes still on your black panties.

It was hard for you to control yourself. You, instead, ran your hands across your chest to channel your energy. He could hear your breaths quickening. He kept his pace until he felt you were ready for him. He couldn’t see it against the dark fabric, but he could feel your arousal seep through as he applied pressure. He circled the slick fluid around his fingers with his thumb before sliding your panties to the side. 

Now, you were ready for him. Joel slipped two fingers into you and hooked them. Slowly, he straightened them out and apart before curling them back together inside you. He watched you as he repeated the motions. Again, your hips began to buck forward and again, his free hand held you still. 

He clicked his tongue in a disapproving tone. “Remember what I said, darlin’.”

His fingers continued to swim around your warm, dewy embrace for a moment before suddenly slipping them out. Coated in your juices, he reached his fingers up to stroke the skin protecting the sensitive bud. He cautiously moved his other hand off your thigh and slid those two fingers inside you. He resumed the same motion, but this time he went in deeper, bottoming out. You began to pant in an attempt to control your breathing and the balled up duvet in your hands was an attempt to keep your hips down. He watched your squirm under him. He knew you were trying your best and he knew he was the reason you were writhing so beautifully in the first place. With both hands occupied, he couldn’t hold you down any longer. 

“Ride me. I want to feel you.” Joel directed.

Without hesitation, your hips jerked up toward him, driving his fingers as deep as they could go causing his knuckles to brush up against the curve of your ass. Sloppy sounds gushed from the motions as you got wetter. Finally allowed to ride out that pent up pressure inside, you looked up at your new husband only to find that he was already gazing down at you. Your mouth formed an “O” shape as you breathed out. His eyes shifted from yours to your lips and from there, to your chest. He watched as it heaved up and down. You bit your bottom lip as you clenched hard around his fingers. You felt your insides get wetter as the euphoric feeling you’ve come to know so well washed over you. He pulled out when your walls finished contracting around them. 

He got up and walked downstairs, licking his fingers clean. After a few minutes, he came back up to the bedroom with a damp towel. You lifted your hips for him as he dragged your wet panties off. Through the fabric of the cool towel, he rimmed the lips around your entrance. Delicately, he cleaned you up without taking his eyes off of you. 

“You’re ready for that tour now?” He asked you with a half smile.

“How can you so casually ask me that after what you just did to me?” You responded.

“Well, I did promise you a tour.” He leaned in so close, you could feel his breath against your cheek. 

“You’re gonna have to find me a clean pair of panties first.”

“They’re only gonna get dirty again.” He winked. He stayed there at the edge of the bed with a shit eating grin on his face. It wasn’t until you shot him a pointed glare did he actually move to the drawer that he secretly filled with some of your clothes from the house. You got up off the bed and walked up to him. You have to practically snatch it out of his hand as he playfully kept your panties hostage. He sat on the bed and watched as you slid them on and hopped into your previously discarded jeans.

[burnedbyshoto]

Innocence

Kinktober Day 29 ~ kink: cockwarming

pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warning: smut, cursing

word count: 2,018

a/n: issa day late, im sorry! midterm season is over and my brain feels like Im recovering from a brutal hangover due to it!

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Midoriya Izuku was a hard-worker.

You knew that well before getting into this relationship! You also knew that well after getting into the relationship. His hard work was evident everywhere, in everything that he did.

Midoriya was a wonderful boyfriend, and you were grateful for him in your life.

But being a hard-worker often meant that Midoriya poured his time over the smallest of things. Which meant that you were not the center of his focus. Most of the time it wasn’t that big of a deal! But today, it hurt you.

For unknown reasons, today you were particularly horny. It was your day off and instead of doing nothing today -- as the two of you had originally planned -- Midoriya had pulled away from your embrace. He had left you in the middle of watching a sitcom based off of some weird Pro-Heroes that you and Midoriya loved to go finish up paperwork. You understood, for the most part, your boyfriend was a successful man! But did that mean he had to leave you when you needed him most? You didn’t think so.

You sat next to Midoriya in the bedroom, your hands holding your head as he was busy writing away on his report. A report he neglected because he would rather spend time with you. Of course, he then chose to remember about it shortly after getting you extremely worked up. Who the hell made out with their girlfriend for a solid ten minutes while grinding into them and then pull away unaffected?

So now you glared at Midoriya who went about as if he was oblivious to this entire ordeal. His pen scratching at the paper as you groaned again.

You were not happy.

“Are you almost done?” You mutter as Midoriya’s green eyes looks up at you.

He shakes his head sympathetically, “No, give me ten minutes?”

“...fine.”

So there you sat, not for ten minutes, but for twenty minutes.

Your nostrils flaring as your eyes tore into Midoriya’s concentrated figure. Now he wasn’t even being a dick about it, the damn nerd had become totally invested into the report.

Damn nerd? You blinked multiple times, since when did you become like Bakugou?

It didn’t matter as you shook your head, your throat clearing as you leaned in closer to Midoriya.

“Babe?”

“Sorry, y/n…” Midoriya mutters, his teeth chewing softly onto the pen’s lid. “Almost done.”

Huffing to yourself, you stood up walking towards the kitchen and grabbed yourself a cup of water. Swallowing the entire cup you placed it down with a soft thud. Your eyes focusing on Midoriya who was still writing away.

Now, you wouldn’t ever call yourself a needy person, but you were craving Midoriya right now. Fuck his report, he could do it in the morning if it was that big of a deal, he’s done it before!

You walk over and stand behind Midoriya. Your face lowering down onto his shoulder.

“You seem pretty focused,” you hum as you read his writing. It was for a minor case he had closed two days ago. Your fingers place onto his shoulders and Midoriya nods his head quickly. Not at all bothered by your touch.

“There were a lot of issues surrounding the alibi of the victim and stuff…” Midoriya trailed off. “But, I was able to get it straight, but you know, still need to write all of that.”

You nod your head as a smile sinks onto your face as your hands push further down his shoulders onto his chest. “Have I ever mentioned how much I fucking love your muscles?” You sigh as your fingers stop on his abs. Midoriya’s gone stiff against your body, his arms locked into place as you sigh. “They’re so strong…”

“Y/n…”

You push away, a giggle on your lips as he shakes his head, returning to his writing.

It seemed you needed to push him even more, and you were not afraid to go past any limits that he may have.

Sinking to the floor, you made sure you were silent as you crawled under the table. Your eyes setting on Midoriya’s strong legs and the gym shorts he was wearing to lounge in. Without as much as a warning, you shoved his chair back. The chair legs screeching against the floor as you gave yourself enough room to do as needed.

“Y/n, what are you--?”

“Just focus on your report, you seem a bit busy!” You smile as your fingers shove his gym shorts down his legs, then they moved to his underwear. “Don’t mind me.”

Midoriya gasped as your hand palmed his clothed erection. His hips bucking up into your touch as if his lower half had a mind of its own. Beaming up at him innocently, you move your fingers to curve into his underwear. Tugging them down so you could free his growing dick.

“Pay attention, Izuku.” You pout, “I don’t want to leave you like this, but if you can’t focus… I’ll go home.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game…” Midoriya warns you as you move your head closer to his length. Your soft breathing teasing his head.

“Well, there won’t be a game to play unless you get back to your work,” you insist. Your grasp around his girth only strengthening.

Midoriya’s length twitched between your fingers as you began to languidly stroke him. Watching as his eyes fell half-shut as he snapped his attention back to his report. He steered straight ahead, you almost believed you weren’t under the table about to blow his brains out with the way he was behaving. You did not like it, not one little bit.

You were going to have to try harder to make him lose control. Your eyes meeting his clenched jaw as you lower your lips to his throbbing manhood. Salty pre-cum immediately coating your tongue as you pushed down lower.

Midoriya’s breathing went an octave higher as he tried to regulate his breathing. His legs tensing on either side of you as your lips now wrapped around his length as you took more of him in. Your tongue swirling around his length as you progress further. You had to start with a tortuously slow pace as you hollow your cheeks to suck his length. The action creating a vacuum effect that caused his hips to buck into your mouth. His head slamming to the back of your throat as you gag softly.

You, however, were not amused with only getting a physical reaction out of him. You wanted to hear his voice crack, to see him rip you out from under the table. So you moved your hand down to the base of his dick, giving you more space to take more of him into your wet cavern. You continued to move the head of his cock further down the back of your throat as you pulled back. You now hummed as you took more of his length. You repeated the bobbing and sucking, each time feeling him hit the back of your throat as you sucked his dick.

“y/n…” Midoriya whines as his fingers thread within your hair, his hips now snapping into your mouth. Dominating your bobbing as you relax your jaw in order to take him in without hurting either one of you. “I -- shit -- I can do my papers tomorrow.”

You choke against his length, pulling away from his length with a resounding pop.

Your eyebrow quirked as you shake your head, “No. You need to finish that paper.”

“It’s a bit hard to do that when you’re sucking my dick.” Midoriya groans as his cock is still rock hard, but now he can’t come. His hands shooting out to try and get you back around his cock, but he’s too predictable as you lean out of reach.

“Oh?” You innocently state, tilting your head. “So when you leave me in a state of neediness it’s okay?”

Midoriya pauses, his pupils blown wide with lust, but he shakes his head.

Nodding your own head you crawl out from under the table, and you feel his green eyes following after your ass. Perfect. “I appreciate your honesty, but unfortunately you need to finish up that report.”

You stand up, your head tilting to the side as you stretch. The few moments on the floor making your limbs ache. But, you slide off your shorts and panties as you turned back to Midoriya whose jaw is on the floor.

You grin as Midoriya is only able to watch as you step your leg over his lap. Your hand clutching his cock within your warm grasp as you look back towards his still not complete report. “Wow, this is going to suck for you.” You giggle as you suddenly sink all the way down his length.

Midoriya immediately hisses against your collarbone, his cock pulsating within your aching walls.

Your mouth presses against his ear, your voice low and husky as your hips rock into a circle, “Focus on your paper.” With the end of the sentence, your hips still. No longer moving as Midoriya pants against your collarbone.

Cockwarming, there was something so damn pleasing about it.

“Be a good hero and do your report.” You whisper as your fingers move to his shoulders. The pads of your fingers gently tracing the tense muscles as you sigh, you really loved his muscles.

“Y-Y/n…” Midoriya moans into your skin as you feel his trembling arm reach out for the paper. The small sensations in his arms letting you know that he’s finally working again.

Midoriya thought it would be fun to tease you. You weren’t one to respond back in this way. Sure you would be needy and would whine, but never before have you attempted to suck his dick. Especially not cockwarming, and he could barely focus on his paperwork. The feeling of your heated pussy fluttering against his walls as his cock twitched. Cursing under his breath, Midoriya couldn’t help but rut his hips up.

Immediately, your hand came down to smack his thigh.

“Don’t.” You snap into his ear, your words chastising, they’re steely. You don’t want to be tested.

It was too much, though. The feeling of your breasts pressed flush against his skin. Your clenching pussy, and your soft breathing in his ears. Midoriya wanted to burn these papers and fuck you against this table.

“Fine.” Midoriya calmed down as his eyes burned holes into his paper.

He began writing again, his hands trembling, his words no longer perfect, but sloppy.

Your fingers trailed over his abs, your approving noises soft on your tongue as you nod your head. “I fucking love your muscles…” you cry into his ear, “You’re just so fucking strong, ‘Zuku…”

“Y-Y/n!” Midoriya warns, his pupils blowing wide at your noises. His hips instinctively snapping up to rut into yours.

“I’ll get off and you’ll get nothing if you don’t stop moving.”

You smile as he stills under you. The pen is now smashing in frustration against the table as your hips slowly rotate. Your waist spelling random figures on his cock as he splutters. The sounds of his pen hitting the paper only quickening.

“I always love it when you fuck me up against a wall,” you moan as you purposefully clench your inner walls around his twitching length. “It’s my favorite thing because your muscles are sooo fucking strained, and they look. So. Damn. Hot.”

You felt the muscles on Midoriya’s legs tighten underneath yours, and the next thing you knew the papers and pen went flying. Your back slammed onto the table.

“Now.” Midoriya snarls as his hips move out and slam back into you. “I’m going to make you come four times and your going to count them each time and thank me, do you understand?”

You grin widely, “Yes, sir.”

[t-lostinworlds]

Leaked (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: Remember the post I made about an angst idea? And how I wanted it to hurt bad? Welp, here it is. I am so sorry in advance and nope, there won’t be any part 2 to this one. Hope you guys still like it aha x

Summary: Shawn's nude got leaked. What's the catch? He wasn't alone in it. The other catch? It wasn't with you.

Warnings: Angst, cheating, A bit dark, and typos, issa lot.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Masterlist in Bio

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Your grip on the device was tight, but you don't know if it was from the anger and pain, or if it was because it's the only thing you could hold on to for you not to lose yourself from the actual reality.

It was dark, horrible, and evil inside your head. But it was nothing compared to the constant stabbing you felt in your heart.

You were crying but you also wanted to laugh. Laugh at how foolish you've been to believe that you were the only one in his life. Because you definitely weren't, judging by the photos that were staring right at you, displayed on the cracked screen of your phone.

Shawn Mendes has broke the internet once again, but not for a good reason this time.

It was only two photos but it was enough to kill you from the inside out. It was just enough to murder your soul and feed the demons that have been living inside your brain.

The first one was of him, kneeling on the edge of the bed, looking straight at the camera with lust filled eyes, bottom lip caught between his teeth and a smirk that shows he was having a great time. His hair a mess with body trickled with sweat, buff, broad and completely naked in all his hard glory. It was a tasteful sight, if only it didn't have another woman's leg hooked around his waist.

The second one was of her, bend over the bed, ass cheeks in full view. You can see his pelvis along with his abs, pressed up against her skin but the one thing that makes it hurt even more was the hand, grip hard on her hips, swallow tattoo glaring at you, taunting you.

You've told yourself over and over that it was Photoshopped. A very good edit by someone who has immense talent, and to the public world, it would've been so easy to say just that. To just debunk the whole thing and say it wasn't him.

But you knew better.

You know it was real because his tattoo, yes, it was one thing but it is also very easy to fake. The girl's tattoo however, the one just on the small of her back? You knew who that belonged to. You knew who the girl was and that just makes things more inhumanly excruciating.

Another thing you tried to tell yourself was that, it was old. Taken way before you two were together, but you can easily say that, that is a lie too. It was a Polaroid photo, the time and date just on the bottom right was screaming at you. Telling you just how much of a fool you've been because it was taken just a week ago. 7 fucking days ago.

When you were in his condo, hugging his pillow and engulfed in his hoodie to help you sleep at night. While he went straight to LA, right after tour to do who knows what. Well clearly, now you know exactly what–or rather who–he was doing there.

The sound of the front door unlocking almost felt like a gun shot. It made you jump in your skin, body trembling as you braced yourself of what's to come.

"Honey I'm home!" Shawn called out, the endearment that once made your heart flutter only now made disgust crawl inside you. The words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that you just want to hurl.

"Living room!" You managed to choke out, hands on your lap as you sit completely still, eyes on the phone making the droplets of tears gather on the screen.

Footsteps were all you're listening to, not being able to look up at the demon who now stood right in front, the sound of his keys rattling and then being placed on the counter ringing in your ears. "What's wrong?"

You let out a sarcastic laugh, head shaking in pure disbelief at him trying to pretend he has no clue what's going on. Slowly, you willed yourself to look up, tear-filled eyes staring right at him—the boy who you once trusted with your life and loved with all your heart—as you hissed.

"Cut the bullshit Shawn."

You wanted to punch that frown on his face. The sheer look of sorrow crossing his features only made you angrier because the fucking guts of him. He knew what he did. He knew so fucking well what the consequences of his actions were going to be. But he's still fucking done it now did he?

When he stayed quiet you stood up and took a step forward, turning the phone in your hand to face him, to make him see what you've been staring at for the past hour. The way he looked away was already an answer to you, eyes casted on the ground as he refuses to glance at the distasteful photos that were now out there for the world to pry on.

"Do you know whose nudes these are Shawn?" You questioned in the calmest voice you could muster, a scary contrast to the fire that's been waiting to explode inside of you.

"Of course you do. You're the one who's in them and you took them." You let out a fake laugh, your heart pounding against your chest as Shawn only said the only words he could think of.

"Honey I can explain—"

"Explain fucking what!? How you cheated on me? With none other than the girl who you said you didn't have feeling for anymore? The girl who you told me not to fucking worry about?! Then please do explain the things that I already know Shawn! Please help my stupidity!" You screamed. Your hold on the phone was getting tighter that it was starting to tear at your skin, but you felt too angry to care. The rage inside of you was working like morphine for the physical pain, but never helping to ease the emotional hurt that he was causing.

Nothing can make you feel any less hurt than one thing, one last resort, but you're stronger than that. You won't give up to the darkness in your brain. You owe that to yourself.

"I ended things with her after that night. I promise I haven't spoken to her since." Shawn was almost to his knees to beg, tears welling up his eyes but you could no longer look at him with nothing but pure disgust and betrayal. You weren't going to fall for that look anymore, you weren't going to give in to your weaknesses that composes nothing but him. You were slowly closing yourself off for the greater good, for yourself.

"That still doesn't change the fact that you fucked her while we were still together you asshole!" The words tasted vile against your tongue, speaking the words that's been in your head out loud is always too painful to the point that you just want your heart to be gone.

After all, you can't suffer from a broken heart if you don't have one.

"I know and that's the most disgusting things that I've ever done but I ended it with her. I don't want her, I only want you." It took everything in your will-power not to chuck the phone straight at him. His words were only making things worse because they were coated with lies. The words of a man who has nothing more to say because he knew he already had no fight in this. He already knows it was over the moment he shoved his dick inside another, it's just a matter of when he'll get caught.

And now he has been caught and he has no excuse left. Everything was crumbling into dust and he can do nothing more than just watch it all go down.

"Since how long?" You whispered, voice in the verge of breaking just at the thought of all the nights he's been in someone else's bed instead of yours.

"Honey please—"

"Tell me since when Shawn!" You sobbed, hands tugging at your hair as you waited for him to spit it out, to just say how long he's been betraying you after all this time.

"A couple months ago." Shawn muttered in pure defeat. The guilt inside him was spreading like a disease as he stared at the girl who gave him nothing but pure love, all broken.

You nodded solemnly, phone slipping out of your hands and landing with a thud on the floor, the sound echoing around the cold and dark place, almost serving as a symbol of the way your heart broke and was now lying lifeless on the ground, not a single beat heard from it anymore.

Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you tried to hold back your sobs but your eyes, your eyes were enough to tell the whole world how hurt you were. The insufferable pain was clear in your orbs that no amount of pretending could hide it even in the slightest.

"I let you kiss me, fuck I let you touch me you disgusting asshole! All while your hands have touched another woman's body. How fucking dare you tell me you loved me and you go around doing this! You are evil Shawn!" You clenched your fists tight, the thought just bloodcurdling that you just want to tear out your skin, every inch that he's touched, you want nothing of it. Every trace of his lips, you just want to scrub it off of you even if it hurts, you'd bear the pain as you want nothing more than every ounce of the feeling of him gone.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I am so so sorry." Shawn whole weight collapsed on the floor as he landed on his knees. Endless tears ran down his face as he tried to reach for you, but you avoided his touch like its poison. The fear and pain that flashed across your features at the mere sight of him wanting to be near you was a big swing at his heart.

"I'm sorry too Shawn. I'm so sorry for trusting you with my heart in the first place." The sound of utter regret in your voice was a stab to his heart. The look on your face, the raw agony and misery coating your once joyful and glowing features, was a twist of the knife.

But when he heard the front door shut followed by nothing but the eerie silence of his whole condo, that was when Shawn knew he just lost everything he could've needed and ever wanted in his life.

Because with just one leak, everything in his life was completely destroyed and there was no other person to blame but him.

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The Black King: Daniel King

Summary: Moving out to LA is a pretty big deal for a small time guy like you. Thank God you had such an amazing roommate like Daniel King to help you, especially when simmery tension boils over.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Daddy Kink

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1201050180159594496?s=21

Moving out to Los Angeles from a small town was rather daunting to you, the city was bigger, streets were longer & people were rougher. Luckily you had made proper precautions before leaving your old town & gotten a good lease from a man called Daniel King. He was a producer and needed some money to help fund his gig whilst also needing someone to keep him on his toes, he wasn’t ultra rough or short with you, he actually melded well with your small town ways. “You’re a lifesaver doing this for me man!” He told you as you set up your belongings in his spare room “You’re helping me out more than you know, I barely know anything about the big city.” Daniel tilted his head to the side “Well I’ll show you round sometime.” He said, flashing his pearly whites and you swore a flirty wink “Yeah, I guess I’ll need a guide.” You responded back in a comically flirtatious tone, which made him laugh “Yeah I guess you will.”

He made true on this, over a fortnight he had taken you to nearly all the hot spots, shown you the best eateries, clubs etc. bit by bit, you started adapting to city life, and could never see yourself going back to where you once called home. “Look at you Y/N.” Daniel said to you one night, you had been there a year now, and had properly soaked in city life “You’re brimming with confidence, you were meek as fuck before & now you’re ultra confident.” “I mean, I did learn from the best.” You said gesturing to Daniel, who flashed his grin again “You’re being overgenerous.” He balked back “No I’m being serious, you ooze charisma. Your bright smile, amazing personality, your swag, your gold chain bouncing off your black skin like you’re the boss. You are the epitome of the word confident. More than that, you’re the Black King” Daniel had a look in his eyes at you, one of hunger. However it was interrupted from his phone buzzing “It’s my girl Issa, Mind if I spend the night at hers?” He looked tentatively at you “Sure!” You said “Don’t keep her waiting, if it’s one thing I’ll carry through from learning stuff back home is anywhere in the world, women don’t want to wait.” “You know it.” Daniel grinned, winking at you before he left. You hadn’t realized how much of an expense that Daniel had put on his own life so he could be your guide.

It was several days after this that you were busy making dinner when he came in super groggily and pissed. “Dan, what’s up?” You asked tentatively “Issa broke up with me.” He said glumly “Oh man, I’m sorry, breakups are always painful. Did she say why?” "I told her I’d rather spend time with you than her. That’s what ended it.” You blinked “Me? What do I have that she doesn’t. She was your girlfriend, she had a pussy you were hitting right probably every night you were with her, I don’t have that, she’s a woman, and I can’t magically sprout a vagina. So what did I have that makes me better than your girlfriend?” “Charm. You’ve made me work for you, show off all the sides I could of myself, the hard worker, the charmer, the sweeter side, not only the sexual side. That’s why.” You blinked “Daniel, I don’t know what to say.” “Good, we’ve talked instead of acted, I can’t let you slip by.” Before you knew it, he’d crossed the floor & kissed you.

His lips were like marshmallow pillows, so light that it was blissful. You eagerly returned it back, it was like an explosion of fireworks. The man you had comically heatedly flirted with cause you thought you never stood a chance liked you, was kissing you in his apartment. Daniel carried you to the lounge, throwing you on your back, him pulling his shirt off & pants down, preparing to fuck you “No, I have something I can do to thank you for everything.” “You don’t need to owe me anything, I did it cause I wanted to.” “Now you’re overtalking, let me suck your dick!” You got out “Y/N!” He breathed out as he fell onto the lounge “So scandalous for a small town man!” He grabbed you by the neck & pulled you to the floor “I fuckin love it, suck my dick.” You did exactly as he asked, Daniel’s head falling back “Oh shit” Daniel groaned breathlessly “Suck it Y/N, fuck yeah! Get my big thick meat down your throat!” You worked over every inch of his cock, every vein, spending a lot of time on the head, tasting his precum, which was so good, you slobbered around him intending to get the taste all over your mouth. “Shit baby, this is good as fuck!” You removed your mouth from his cock “It’s about to get better.” You began to suck his balls “OH FUCK YES! That’s damn right! Y/N, fuck yeah!” You took in the musky taste gladly, everything about Daniel was incredible. You alternated between his cock & balls perfectly, giving him the right amount of ecstasy. “Shit, where you learn that?” He asked breathlessly, you grinning around his cock “Oh shit you’re gonna make me cum. OH SHIT!” He shot his load down your throat, you gulped it down as he gasped for breath and moaned.

“You ain’t getting out of shit that easy King Daniel, I want you to fuck me.” He grins again at the King name you’ve attached to him “How can King Daniel turn down Prince Y/N, let me get hard again & I’ll fuck you real good.” He kissed you again, you taking the opportunity to trail your hands over Daniel. You ran your hands through his hair, down his back and over his ass. “Fuck get a good grip on my ass!” He said, as you massaged it, making Daniel moan & groan. After a while he groaned out “Fuck man, give me your hands.” He took your right hand and moved it to his dick, which had returned to hardness much to your shock “Get a good grip on this dick, see how hard it is?” “Fuck it’s fucking huge!” You exclaimed “That’s all from you babe. I’ve been that hard since you arrived. That hard cock is finally gonna fuck your ass” You didn’t wait to be asked twice but took his cock deep

“Oh fuck!” You both moaned out together. “Your walls are fucking tight round my cock! It’s fucking amazing!” you moaned out as Daniel started a smooth pace, one that had you in such utter pleasure that you were sure Issa would be kicking herself that she lost. Daniel hit your prostate causing your walls to tighten “Fuck babe, your ass is so good, clenching round daddy’s cock! Who do you belong to bitch?” “I-I belong to Daniel King!” He slapped your ass “Almost there, but no, Who. Do. You. Fucking. Belong. To. Bitch.” He asked, hips snapping into your ass with every punctuation “I BELONG TO DANIEL KING, THE BLACK KING!” You yelled out, Daniel’s treatment was so Earth shattering, you felt your whole body give up, you were only a fuck sleeve for the black hunk above you were riding. “That’s fuckin right. This cock is your throne Prince Y/N, ride it good, please your King!” You began to ride him, loving how good Daniel’s cock was, wanting the sex to be forever “Imma write a track bout this hot ass, play it while I fuck you hard!” Daniel got out. You threw your head back, moaning in utter ecstasy, Daniel was fucking incredible! “Fuckin work your ass on my dick baby boy!” You did as he asked, making Daniel groan even louder “That’s right babe, grab daddy’s tiddies, rub em while daddy fucks you.” You grabbed his two pecs, absolutely soaked with sweat and began to tease them “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum again, you close?” “Yes, let’s shoot together.” Daniel grabbed your cock & began to stroke it. Your releases got closer as you continued to moan and groan out in lustful praise at the others actions “Fuck I’m close, you ready King Daniel!” “Fuck yeah, gonna shoot my load all over your fuckin walls, paint that shit white!” You both kept going until you reached your peaks, yelling out as you shot over his beautiful melanin skin, him grunting as he shot his load all deep inside your ass.

“Fuck Baby, that shit was amazing!” Daniel groaned, pulling out before you flopped down onto Daniel’s chest mixing your load in with your sweat. “Our skin tones really look pretty hey?” You said of passing comment to Daniel “Fuck yeah they do, God Y/N, I think you were meant for me.” “Yeah?” “Fuck, you fit round my cock so damn perfectly.” Daniel grabbed you and stood up “Imma take you to my bedroom, turn on some Usher or some smooth shit and fuck that ass again, so you know how much I love making love to you babe.” “You are fucking insatiable!” You said, shocked that he could go another round “Yeah, and you fuckin love it babe, that’s why I’m the Black King!”

[thebiasrekkers]

Infinitatem Venatus

The Infinity Game

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: AngelsandDemons! AU | angst | romance | drama

Pairing: OT7 x [Reader/Layla/Saoirse] 

Warnings: Strong Language, extreme angst, violence, Jin is Lucifer. Jin is the Devil. [just making sure that’s out there], religious undertones [things have been embellished/changed to fit the nature of the story]

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Firstly -  there are bold and italicized phrases scattered throughout. That is meant to represent Hoseok speaking to [reader] as these moments are happening throughout the day! Second, shout out to @aroseforyoongi​ ​for requesting a drabble for the 100 follower special. If it weren’t for that drabble? I probably wouldn’t have mustered the courage to even pull this AU to Tumblr. And @moccahobi​ cause Hobi is a bad ass. Issa lot. Thanks to Admin E for the beta-panache! And to Admin L who wanted a saucier Devil Jin.  Enjoy! 

© thebiasrekkers ( Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

There was a line drawn in the sand.

Pain. 

“Moloch, did you really think I’d let you have her?” Hoseok’s voice was a deep; raspy growl. A sound that you weren’t used to hearing. Not your Hobi. He couldn’t possibly sound like this. He wasn’t capable of such vehemence, right? But it was him. It was Hoseok hovering above you. His eyes blazing a fiery gold as his hands clenched and unclenched at his side. The air stirring with each flap of the large white wings protruding from his back.

The demon across from him smirked, tapping a finger against a bloodied lip. “If I knew she was the key to getting you to play with me, I’d have attempted to grab her sooner.” The sulfurous stench of the underworld was thick in the air, and it made you nauseous. Moloch’s blood-red gaze landed on you, causing you to back up just a hair more. 

You didn’t care that your hands were shredded. A trickle of blood from your ears left you disoriented from the previous explosion. Hoseok snapped his fingers rapidly in front of Moloch. “Eyes here, asshole. I’m going to tell you one more fucking time, Moloch. If you risk the game, if you test me any further...I will kill you,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

Moloch looked taken aback by the words coming out of Hoseok's mouth. After a moment, he scoffed at the malevolence oozing from the archangel. “You love her.” The demon said, puzzled as a muscle ticked near Hoseok’s jaw. He looked down at you; just as bewildered at Hobi’s behavior. “I’ll be damned! You fucking love her!” Moloch pointed and howled his amusement, a devious glint sparkling in his crimson eyes. “She probably doesn’t know, does she ..Hobi?” The demon’s tone was smug.

Hoseok swallowed thickly, turning his gaze to you. “Moloch...leave before I make a scene.” Moloch held up his hands in mock defeat. 

���Fine, Hoseok. Have it your way...” The large black wings spread as the demon hovered. “...you may love her, but her soul is still up for grabs. So you better let her know what’s at stake, Hoseok. The game is still afoot.” Moloch narrowed his eyes before shooting skyward with what seemed to be a mere quiver of his wings.

A game set in motion before the advent of humanity.

The scent of sulfur finally seemed to disappear as Hoseok descended. He had his back to you for a few tense, silent, moments. The wings disappeared as he turned to face you. He looked like himself, the deep brown of his eyes sad at the state of you. 

“Oh, baby...” He moved toward you and you moved back. He flinched as if he was gut-punched. “Listen, I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” He held his hands up as he approached you slowly. Your eyes were wide and full of unshed tears.

“What are you, Hobi?” The first tears slid down your bruised cheek. He gasped kneeling down to wrap you up in the warmth of a honey-cinnamon scented embrace. “Why is this happening?!” 

You clung to him. The only thing that you knew was safe. The only place you felt like home. You sobbed into his chest as he stroked your hair. Hoseok placed an arm under your legs, hefting you up against his chest. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” 

You nodded softly, sniffling into his shoulder. He turned to see the devastation from such a minor confrontation. You didn’t notice the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin.

They can’t hurt you anymore. Because he wouldn’t let them.

There was only us in the beginning. Everything was fine. Or so we thought.

“You don’t understand what you’re saying?!” A shrill voice seemed to rattle the glass around them. A set of fierce green eyes seemed to blaze in fury. Saoirse was vibrating as she stared down someone she once thought to be her friend. “You cannot mean that. Please tell me you’re joking?” Her gaze softened slightly, a hand reaching out to the immovable object before her.

“I-I can’t, Saorise. And I am very serious about this.” Soft, gentle, and too pure for this world. Layla, eyes full of unshed tears, stood in on the other side of the line. “I love Him, Saoirse. Even with what He is - I still love him.” 

Saoirse felt her heart race again. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; at least that’s what had been explained to her. They were special - the Acquisitae. They were beings that carried the weight of many lives. Souls that existed rolled into one existence through time. Past lives? Deja vu? All of it flickered, bits of memory seeping into the consciousness of the current owner’s life.

There were few of them left undecided. Some refusing to be a pawn for either side; some choosing a particular side for one reason or another. But, in the rare instance, if a side was chosen, it was mainly because of hate or love. 

In the scheme of things, there was nothing wrong with that. But, Saorise couldn’t fathom anyone in their right mind falling in love with Lucifer. He wanted to destroy the already tedious balance, splatter the land in chaos and strife - just because he could. “Layla, you cannot save Him. He is beyond it!” 

“No one is beyond saving, Saoirse. You of all people should know that.” Layla’s demeanor cooled as the other woman flinched. “For all that you’ve done, you still were granted forgiveness for choosing to stand with the Caelestis. You made your choice. I’ve made mine.” She crossed her arms, posture straightening. “I believe I can make a difference in my own way. So until this thing comes to a head, This is goodbye. I’m with Tenebrarum. Period.”

But someone wanted more. He wanted more. None of us could understand it.

Saoirse’s mouth fell slightly agape as Layla dropped that finality. It wasn’t just about their friendship, mostly. It was about the fate of all of existence. They were in the final days and they needed to be together.

They should have been together.

The sound of cellphone ringing interrupted the heavy silence. Layla answered immediately. “Yes, Sir?” 

The smoothe dulcet poison of Jin’s voice echoed into the open space. “Come to me, Layla.” 

Saoirse couldn’t deny the prickles sliding against her skin at the sound of his voice. But she had enough willpower to deny the sensation. 

“I’m on my way.” Layla hung up the phone, aware of the sway Jin could have on others. She turned one last glance to her friend. “Stay away from Tenebrarum - and me.” She pushed past Saoirse as a muscle clenched in her jaw. 

The scent of sulfur lingered faintly in the air, causing Saoirse to wrinkle her nose. She left the building, yanking her cellphone out of her pocket. The phone seemed to barely get a full ring before a worried voice answered on the other end.

“Saoirse?” A sudden warmth filled with the scent of earth after a cleansing rain rushed over her. 

“Jimin. She’s gone.” Her voice sounded weaker than she’d intended.

There was a long sigh. “Ah, love. I’m so sorry. You tried. Come home, okay? I’ll let the others know.” She could feel his disappointment on the other line. 

“She thinks she loves him.” Her fingers tangled in the fiery red-gold strands of her hair. “She thinks she can help him.” 

His way of thinking had always been different. But...we never thought that he would...

“It’s a part of his charm, love. It’s unfortunate, the spell that she’s under. But such is the price of those who choose him.” Jimin respected her desire to rescue her friend. He wanted her to try, because it would make the coming days easier had she come along. And now? “I don’t want you on that side of town too much longer. Please come home?” 

“Yeah.” Saoirse nodded while turning to The Shard. It was one of the tallest buildings in London - home to Tenebrarum Acq. Ltd., the current residence of CEO Kim Seokjin. Only a handful knew the truth. 

Hell was empty. Empty because the devils were all here.

Somewhere in the In-Between…

“Check.” 

A Knight moved to capture a King. There was still a way. There was always a way out. 

The opposing side chuckled while moving to a King-side castle. The King was protected with the Rook blocking the way. 

They both sighed softly. “How long have we been at this?” Taehyung’s deep baritone echoed in the mystical space. 

“Does it matter?” Jungkook smirked, retreating his Knight. He could swoop in to take the Rook, sure. But, losing his Knight to the King? Even he appreciated the role of smaller pieces on the game board. “Are you weary, Michael?” Jungkook crooned with his fingers clasped against his knee. “Maybe you should reconsider my offer?” He leaned forward so that the magma-lined ring flared in the depths of his dark brown eyes. 

Taehyung’s nose wrinkled at the slight sulfuric odor. “Perhaps it is you that should reconsider, Samael.” The Angel was steadfast and unmoving in his conviction. “Come back to us. This is pointless.” Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he tried to reason with someone he once called Brother.

“Is it?” Jungkook’s eyes were ablaze. “We are pieces, Michael! We are nothing but showy pieces and for what?” He hissed. “To keep a world in order that thrives in disorder? LOOK AT THEM!” His hand waved to disturb the cloudy aura around them. The world flickered below. 

Poverty. 

Destruction. 

War. 

Greed. 

We never thought he would Fall. 

Taehyung stared at all the things that gave Jin power, establishing his reign in the mortal realm. A tear slid down his cheek without warning. Jungkook sighed, reaching forward to brush the sparkling drop away. “Hark, a tear for those who destroy themselves.” There was a fizzle against his skin - a reminder of the choice he made when he fell from Grace.

Taehyung grabbed that hand before it moved too far away. “Please. I don’t want to fight you.” Jungkook stared at the slender fingers wrapped around his wrist. 

“It’s too late, Taehyung. What will be, will be.” He pulled away, leaving Taehyung’s hand hovering. “And when the time comes? I’ll make you change your mind.” Jungkook stood up, stuffing his hands into the pockets of pressed black slacks. That fiery ring flared in the center of his eyes as he walked away,his form disappearing into the thick hanging mist.

Taehyung watched the path for a few minutes before lowering his hand. His eyes wandered to the board locked in a stalemate. A deep inhale had his nostrils flaring before he slammed his fist against the board. 

Smashing it, and the table, in two.

The balance has always tipped more one way than the other.

It was a stupid comparison, after all. Life being a chess game. Because while you could sacrifice plastic pieces, it was something far riskier to sacrifice pieces of flesh and blood. 

Even heavier a price should this game be lost.

All the things you know about the Final Days are absolutely true. 

Winter receded, leaving all the auction houses hungry to get into their season. Famous artists settled their wares, antique rarities were whispered among certain circles and the buys were ready to redecorate. The competition was fierce between all the art brokers. But none more fierce than the lasting feud between two of the oldest brokerages. 

Caelestis Wares and Tenebrarum Acq. Ltd. 

It was always a spectacle when the two vied for valuable pieces. 

A lucrative one. 

There were members of each auction house that were known to cause a scene. Imagine the hint of blood lust in the air when those two members were in attendance. The auction was abuzz because they were in attendance at the same time. 

“Did you see them?” An overly-jeweled socialite purred to her circle of friends. A flutter of fans attempted to dry beads of sweat pooling atop their skin. “I don’t think I plan to do anything but watch.” Her eyes were wide and lust-blown. 

The group of women swallowed thickly as their eyes hit the left side corner of the room. Kim Namjoon was one of the most seasoned brokers at Tenebrarum. He wore a suit of gray tweed that tucked and cut against his form. A lighter turtle neck stretched against a broad chest. A pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. The silvery blonde of his hair was smoothed at the sides, settling against the collar of his jacket. His arms crossed, causing the fabric to stretch against the push of his biceps. A smirk lifted the corner of his lips as he spoke.

All the things you hear about the Supernatural? They’re real too.

They couldn’t hear what was being said, but they knew who it was being said to. One of the women let a small whine slip as they ogled his conversation partner. 

Min Yoongi. 

Yoongi stood a hair shorter than Namjoon. Even so, he still gave off an air of unmistakable authority. He wasn’t just the head broker of Caelestis Wares. He was the current CEO. There were a few rare pieces that both houses had their eyes on. 

The whole room buzzed over which item it could be, let alone the monetary bloodbath that would ensue for either to acquire it. The prospect was more exciting than anything they would bid on later.

“Gabriel, it’s been a while since you’ve left the roost.” Namjoon tilted his gaze to Yoongi. “It warms my heart to see you using those old legs of yours.” There was that magma-lined flare in the depths of his eyes. “Things really are getting tight if you’ve come out.” 

There was a weary sigh from Yoongi as he fingered the button on the black jacket he wore. A white button-down worn underneath, paired with pressed slacks. The clinking of rings against his fingers were audible as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You still have a big mouth, Mammon.” A side-long glance was given to the taller demon. Yoongi scoffed. “And you’re still expensive.” 

Namjoon’s brow rose as he looked over his outfit. “Come now, Gabriel. You should know that these things are about status and expense. I must look the part, after all.” He placed a gentle hand over his heart - at least where his heart should be. “It’s all about playing the game, no?” 

Nothing is safe from the Apocalypse. Everybody is choosing a side or being bribed into making a choice.

There was no mirth to be found in Yoongi’s narrowed gaze. “Namjoon, there’s going to come a day...” A muscle ticked near his jaw as he bit back his words. 

“Oh, I’m aware, Yoongi. If I have my way...” He pushed off the wall to lean a hair closer to Yoongi. “...it will be pretty soon.” He patted Yoongi on the shoulder as he side-stepped away. “Good luck today.” 

Yoongi watched Namjoon strut into the circle of women that had been staring them down. He rolled his eyes as one woman looked ready to melt to the floor. The vibration of his phone gave him a reason to step out of the room. 

His brow furrowed as he saw Jimin’s name flash on the caller ID. He picked up and didn’t get a chance to greet the younger. “We lost her, Gabriel.” The sadness was palpable in his voice. “Saoirse tried to convince her, and she said she loved him. She doesn’t understand--” 

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, cutting him off with a heavy sigh. “Breathe, Uriel.” There was a shuddering sound that slid into a soft sniffle. “We knew there was a chance for failure. We’ll figure it out, Jimin. Alright?” There was a sound of words that wanted to be spoken, but ultimately were held back.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi.” The remorse in Jimin’s tone only grated on his nerves. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. No one but his own. 

“It’s ok, Jimin. Take care of Saoirse. We’ll regroup tonight.” A tone sounded to notify guests the auction was starting. “Look, I’ll be a little late tonight. Get everyone caught up and I’ll get there when I can.” 

The tone sounded again. “Who is it, Yoongi?” 

He gritted his teeth as a long silence followed. He considered whether he needed to answer. “It’s Namjoon.” 

There was a hiss on the other end. “Shouldn’t we-”

“NO!” He flinched at the volume of his own voice. “No. I’ll be fine. Do as I asked. I’ll keep in touch.” 

“As you wish. Good luck.” 

The call disconnected.

It’s just that some of you are worth far more than you realize. 

Yoongi rolled his head back against the throb in his skull. “Stubborn woman. So, g’damned stubborn.” 

He stared at Layla’s contact fighting the urge to call her. The third tone sounded forcing him to let it go - for now. He walked into the auction space, his eyes landing on an 18th-century suspension lamp. It was rumored to be used by a pious man who made a deal to lend his soul to the benefit of Heaven. Remnants of his blood mixed in the oil kept demons at bay. A powerful relic that needed to not be in the hands of Tenebrarum.

He sat on the opposite side of the room from Namjoon. The auctioneer’s smile grew as he realized what was about to happen. They wheeled the suspension lamp to the front. “The first item up for bid, ladies and gentlemen, is an 18th-century suspension lamp from Italy. We’ll start the bidding at one hundred thousand dollars.”

Namjoon and Yoongi raised their paddles at the same time.

So what are we? What are the Acquisitae? 

Layla arrived at the top floor exhaling softly before tapping softly on the large double doors of its current CEO. 

“Enter,” came the smooth, buttery, poisonous silk of Kim Seokjin’s voice. 

She pushed inside to catch him leaning, lazily, against the massive blackwood desk. The perfect petal pink of his lips tilted upward. 

“Do you need something, Sir?” A brow arched as she closed the door behind her. 

A long finger crooked in her direction, beckoning her to come closer to him. “I need you, Layla.” She stepped closer as his finger tucked under the point of her chin. “I need you to stay away from Calestis Wares.” The other hand slid into the niche of her waist, pulling her against his taller frame. Her lashes fluttered shut as a breath slid quietly from between her lips. “You’ve made your choice, haven’t you?” His lips hovered over the apple of her cheeks. 

“Yes, Jin.” She had long gone nose blind to the scent of sulfur that surrounded the infernals. Being around Jin, in the beginning, caused her eyes to water. He gave off the strongest scent and she pushed through. Forced herself to endure, and now? “I told them I’ve chosen my path willingly. You don’t have to worry.” 

You are precious. You are the key to saving all of existence.

Jin smirked as she tilted her head, exposing the tender flesh of her neck. His breath was like a handheld blow dryer focused in one spot too long. She flinched, and endured, as he purposely caused her discomfort. The fiery-red ring flared in his gaze and he managed to keep his irritation at bay. He watched as her skin reddened from exposure to the heat. “You really have chosen me, haven’t you?” The smile was lazy as he released her. 

Layla’s fingers clenched into the fabric of her pencil skirt. The closer one stood to Jin, the more prone to loss of control. She gave another heavy swallow as she nodded rapidly. “Y-Yes, Jin.” 

“I knew you were smart, Layla.” He clasped his hands together against his leg. Her eyes widened at the black nails and silver rings adorning his fingers. “Maybe you can help them be smart too, hm?” Layla looked up, confused. Seokjin smiled and he seemed too radiant. Her gaze lowered to the floor as he continued. “Why don’t you invite your friend, Saoirse?” A brow arched as her gaze whipped upward. 

“Excuse me?” A breathless sound pushed from between her lips. 

“Saoirse isn’t so saintly, we know this. I mean she used to…” Layla cleared her throat before Seokjin finished his sentence. He smirked at her sentimentalism. “...you know what she used to do, Layla. Doesn’t it make you curious why they even let her stay? All the sins that have permeated her whole life. I wouldn’t judge her. I feel like she could be who she really is here.” Liar. Snake-oil salesman. Seducer. It was all true. Jin was all of these things and his good looks were the nail in the convincing coffin that he backed many people into. 

“I won’t do that, Jin.” Layla swayed on her heels before shaking her head. “I agreed to work for you. I have my own agenda and it doesn’t involve sharing.” She spoke through clenched teeth. 

“Oh ho! Is that jealousy I smell?” He pushed off the desk with a flare of nostrils. “I like this scent on you. Maybe I’ll pull her in myself?” He loomed over her with hellfire blazing in his eyes. “Because last I checked, I was the one in charge.” 

Layla’s posture straightened with no signs of backing down. “I know you’re in charge. I remember who you are, Lucifer, The Morning Star,” she spat, “and if you think I’ll let you hurt her, you do not know me very well.” 

You are the key to saving us.

Seokjin clenched his hand at his side as she smirked up at him. “Go ahead. If that’s the best you can do to assert your will.” The red in his eyes turned an abyssal black that swallowed the whites of his eyes. “You realize it now, don’t you?” Her head nodded as he remained quiet. “It’s different when we submit of our own free will.” She smiled, magnificent, triumphant that her theory had proven correct. “We are on equal footing, Seokjin.”

Her phone buzzed. She retrieved it from her pocket with a soft sigh. “Your two o’clock is early. You should do something about your temper.” She turned on her heel and left his office. Letting the air hiss from her lungs as she practically jogged toward the elevator.

Seokjin stared at the door in utter silence. Others came to him with very little need to flex his powers of persuasion. But when Layla came to him from Caelestis, he was eager to get his talons into Yoongi’s most prized possession. Now he realized something he hadn’t before - and now he wanted to corrupt her even more.

His blood was running hot at the thought of the next Spring Gala. A plume of smoke slithered through his nostrils as he chuckled. He turned to check his reflection in the mirror. If you thought about some of the most favored songs in all of history that were named after a woman, you’d tend to wonder what sway that person had on the songwriter, right? 

Seokjin chuckled, as he hummed that old Eric Clapton classic. “Laayyyla, you got me on my knees - Layla.” He adjusted his tie in the mirror, a full bright smile spreading across his face. “I’m begging darlin’ please, Layla…” 

He whistled as he settled into the leather wingback behind his desk. “...darlin’ won’t you ease my worried mind?” The door clicked as Layla entered again and he clasped his fingers on his desk. 

“Mr. Kim, your two o’clock is here.” 

You listened to Hoseok explain what was at stake. He spoke of the real world and the creatures that existed just in the shadows. He brought all your nightmares to life and then said that some were fighting on your side. 

Jimin and Saoirse showed up almost an hour after you. Luckily, you had a shower, a drink, and Hobi fretting over you for every breath you took. 

Saoirse kept eyeing a bottle of whiskey, an internal struggle visible in the shaking of her eyes. She opted to stay next to you, especially after retelling her meeting with Layla earlier. The two of you watched Jimin and Hoseok in the kitchen, deep in quiet conversation. 

“Does she know?” Jimin asked, pouring a cup of coffee. Hoseok stared off into space before Jimin spoke again. “Raguel. Does. She. Know?” A muscle ticked in his jaw as Hobi nodded, his shoulders sagging. “What happened?” 

Hoseok let a trembling hand settle over his eyes. “Moloch.” Jimin’s wide-eyed gaze turned to him. 

“Wait. Moloch came for her?” Jimin managed to keep his voice down. 

Hoseok nodded, the exhaustion apparent as he leaned against the counter. “We leveled half a neighborhood, Jimin. He was dead set on leaving with her in any condition.” They slid a glance over to the ladies hugging on the couch. Jimin noted the purple-yellow bruises on your shoulder and a bandaged ankle. 

The kettle was placed back on the stove before turning to Hoseok. “Yoongi is at the auction with Namjoon. Layla willingly gave herself up to Seokjin.” A bitter smile formed as he leaned next to Hoseok. “Things went from bad to worse, yeah?” 

Hoseok’s eyes were on you this whole time. “I’m not giving up on her, Jimin.” They both looked over to the two trying to find reasons to smile. You held Saoirse through a sob as she fought not to sink into her old habits.

“I’m not giving up either, Hobi.” Jimin placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. They picked up steaming mugs of coffee to join the two in the living room. Hoseok sighed deeply, trying to feign a smile for you. “And now, I’ll tell you who We are.”

[bangchanmango]

Closer (chan imagine/drabble)

Genre: Smut + Angst + Fluff

Pairing: Bangchan + Reader

Imagine in which you and chan can’t be in a relationship but u pull some strings and try to make it work lol and yall fuck a lil issa lowkey FWB kinda vibe 

Word Count: 2,434 (shes kinda long i got carried away)

Turning over again on the opposite side of the bed with a huff you starred at your wall blankly. You’ve been in bed for 4 hours already and not the slightest bit of sleepiness had occurred. Your mind wandered back to the same thought it had been circulating these past few hours but you squinted your eyes shut attempting to erase that idea from your head. You pondered on it for a while longer, what could go wrong you’ve done this countless times but you always promised yourself you’d stop right after it was over. One more time couldn’t hurt if this was just a constant cycle. Reaching your epiphany, you jolted upright to the edge of the bed facing your nightstand and you grabbed your phone, your hands tingling as you searched your contacts. After 2 short rings he answered.

“hello?” his deep voice resounded from your ear sending small tingles all the way to the bottoms of your feet.

“channie..” you whispered, suddenly feeling small and embarrassed.

“hm?” he hummed back

“can you come sleep with me, I feel lonely” you pouted, the tingles in your body moving around in an uncontrollable speed as you waited for his answer though you knew what it would be.

He let out a small giggle through his nose before responding

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you sprung out of bed growing anxious as each second passed. You fiddled with your bedsheets, perfecting the pillows, You turned on your oil diffuser which released the soothing smell of lavender to the air, You quickly picked up the embarrassing amount of wrappers near your couch in the living room. Just as you closed the lid on the trashcan you heard the small melodic beeps from your door. He was here. Your heart took a violent dip down to your stomach as you watched the doorknob turn, the door slowly opening. Your heart taking the best of you, you ran towards the opening door and into his surprisingly open arms. He wrapped his hands around your waist while you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck taking in his scent.

“were you waiting for me at the door” he softly giggled leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“maybe” you smiled never loosing eye contact.

“I missed you.” He practically whispered onto your lips before he closed the empty space with his own lips.

The last time you saw chan was a few days ago, barely even a week had passed but it felt like it had been at least 3 months.

His hand caressed your jaw as the two of you kissed, his soft lips melting into yours. You felt him smile into the kiss and you gently pulled back looking into his brown eyes.

“what” you softly whispered staring back into his lips.

“you always taste like vanilla”

“is that a good thing” you smirked

“yeah but I always have to eat vanilla ice cream now to remind me of you”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up at his sudden compliment and he giggled.

“lets go to bed cutie, isn’t that why im here, to be your sleeping pill” he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you into your bedroom.

“I guess” you pouted.

Yeah you invited him here to help you sleep but you didn’t wanna sleep yet…he just got here you wanted to talk to him until you were sleepy.

He comfortably laid his backpack down by your bedside table and made his way into your bathroom in which you followed him. He was brushing his teeth.

“what” he asked after spitting out his mouthful of paste.

“what?”

“youre looking at me” he stuck the toothbrush back into his mouth and began brushing again

“oh I didn’t realize.”

You watched him proceed to wash his face as you were sat on the countertop waiting for him to be done. He dried off his face with the small towel and smiled at you.

“am I that interesting?”

“no I just like looking at you”

This time you noticed his cheeks turning into a dusty rose color.

“lets go” he quickly said and carried you bridal style from the countertop all the way to your bed. He then crawled into your pastel sheets and looked over to you waiting for you to follow suit. Once you were inside he wrapped his strong arms around you and you could’ve sworn he could hear your heart beating out of your chest.  The room was dark and silent now so you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. The only light was from your oil diffuser which changed colors every few seconds. After a few more moments of silence you heard chans soft breathing. Was he asleep already?

“no im not” he said.

“huh”

“im not asleep yet”

“did I say that outloud?” you gasped and he burst out laughing.

“no but I feel you looking at me”

“then look at me” you prompted and he did.

You both stared at each other for a small while but he pulled your face closer and begun to kiss you again almost the exact state in which you left off. The kiss was full of passion it was as if you two couldn’t keep your lips away from each other for more than a nanosecond. He shifted up into the headboard and pulled you up on top of him, he brushed the hair in your face away and wrapped it around your ear.

“beautiful I can kiss you forever.” He grabbed both your wrists and pulled your body to his proceeding to kiss you, his hands moving to your behind. Your hands massaged his fluffy curls and his squeezed your ass as the kiss got even deeper. You could feel his growing member beneath you as you were straddling him already. You kissed his bottom lip gently moving down his face to his neck careful not to leave any marks. You then pulled your shirt over your head leaving yourself in only your undergarments.  He followed your actions his hands only leaving your body to take off his own shirt exposing his toned body. You bit your lip and he giggled slowly unhooking your bra and letting it slide down to your elbows which caused him to groan.

“I cant believe we’ve seen each other naked already at least a million times but we always act like it’s the first” he kissed your cheek softly and you laughed.

“channie” you partly moaned as you were already grinding on his hardening member, “why do I always miss you so much”

He looked up into your eyes shutting his own tightly and letting out a deep breath before he opened his eyes again.

“I always miss you too, so fucken much” he hooked his thumbs into the band of your underwear controlling the movement of your hips. You hovered your hips over him and began to slide off your underwear. He bit his bottom lip watching you as he did the same. He guided you back onto his lap pulling you back in for a kiss.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” His finger coiled around a lock of your hair starring deeply into your eyes causing you to blush again. Your hands travelled down his defined chest lovingly stroking every groove until you felt him twitch under you making you gasp.

“Sorry” He blushed

You circled your hips around earning a pained expression from him.

“Baby” He groaned placing his hand on one of your thighs and gripping onto it.

You then straddled yourself over his length slowly sinking into him, the both of you panting heavily. Chan held onto your hips slowly thrusting into you while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He peppered your face with kisses as well as leaving open mouthed kisses onto your shoulders.  You contributed moving your hips up and down matching his speed. Chan swirled his thumbs against the inside of your thighs making the hairs on your back stand up. He looked up into your eyes and smiled sweetly. You felt the pit in your stomach growing bigger as the thrusts increased in speed. He swiveled around inside of you causing you to loudly moan onto his lips.

“Deeper chan” you whispered into him and he kissed the tip of your nose in reply bringing your legs closer creating a position that allowed him to do as you pleased.

“fuck” he panted as you desperately rode yourself onto him.

“ohmygod just like that chan” you praised his slow yet deep thrusts that managed to take your breath away.

“im almost there baby” he shakily whispered. He grabbed your hips thrusting you into himself. You felt yourself fall into bliss as you felt your high quickly approaching holding onto chans shoulders to keep yourself upright.

“Chan” you cried out as you felt your release along with his warmth as well.

He quickly pulled you into a deep long kiss, the two of you still connected as you both rode out your highs. You remained with your hands on his shoulders and his around your waist.

“Damn.” Chan breathed .

“What?” You shyly giggled

“I love you”

You blinked back at him as he stared at you mesmerized.

“I’m gonna go shower, you wanna come?” You hopped off his lap and gathered fresh pieces of clothing from your drawers.

“I showered at the dorms before I came, im ok.”

“Ok ill be back then.” With that you left him alone for 20 minutes while you had a breakdown in the bathroom.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him in fact you were in love with him too for quite a long time actually but why did that sentence when said outloud catch you so offguard then. After realizing you’d been in the bathroom too long you slowly stepped out quietly making your way back to the bed where Chan was waiting sitting upright scrolling through his phone.

“Your back” He smiled sweetly and put his phone back on your nightstand opening his arms waiting for your embrace. You complied, diving into his smooth bare chest your legs wrapping around one of his clothed legs. He laid down slowly bringing you down with him and you took your familiar position. Your head against his neck arms around his torso and both your legs intertwined while he stroked your hair. Normally you’d quickly fall asleep right away in this position but you were more awake than ever.

“I hate this” Chan broke the still silence after a menacing 5 minutes.

“Should I turn on some music or-

“No I hate this” His hands gestured in between both your bodies.

“what do you mean?” You questioned breaking away from his hold, sitting up to look at him.

“I hate us , you know?”

“Chan..what?” You asked in a small voice, afraid of what was gonna come next. You couldn’t lose him no matter what, even the mere thought of him not in your life made life seem like it wasn’t worth living.

“what are we?” He asked bitterly.

You stood silent.

“I hate that when we’re together all we do is have sex, don’t get me wrong I clearly love our sex, but I want more than that. I want to talk to you I want to know how your day was I want to go out with you I want to take you places introduce you to people I want to show you my music I want-“ he sighed, “I just want you to be with me.”

“You know that cant happen.”

“Yes I know that but cant we just do what we want for once. I mean this started out as us avoiding each other at all costs because we didn’t want to confront our feelings, then deciding to let each other be friends  but our feelings became too evident, now we express our feelings openly but only through sex.” He sighed again. “It first started lustful and needy but lately its been so passionate and intimate because there's no other way for us to get closer. I cant take it anymore I wanna show you that but with words with actions.”

You stood quiet as he bit his lip in frustration, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Chan, we can’t do this. You know that. we agreed we would keep it this way, it’s the best for us and everyone around us as well.”

“I know but I just love you too much I cant keep doing this im sorry but I really cant, it hurts me I feel like i'm taking advantage of you.”

“Then..what do you want?”

“I want you to be my girlfriend”

“Chris-

“I don’t care anymore I don’t care what anyone says or does I want you to be my girlfriend I’m tired of pleasing everyone. I want to do this, for us.”

You stared at him your heart heavy and sad yet still tingling because butterflies just never left you alone whenever you were with him. His glistening brown eyes filled with sadness tinged your heart making you want to burst out crying.

“Ok.”

“W-What? What do you mean ok?” His expression changed from devastation to hopeful.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” You smiled.

“Really!!?” He exclaimed, standing on your mattress with his knees looking at you with wide eyes.

You nodded and he abruptly picked you up off the bed carrying you in his arms spinning around as he laughed. Once he stopped spinning he set you down on the floor and pulled you into his arms giving you a deep kiss. When he pulled back he looked at you his eyes almost twinkling despite the dim lights in the room.

“I love you Chan”

He smiled widely, his eyes turning into half-moons.

“I love you more my princess”

“Stooop” You giggled and fell onto the bed in embarrassment.

“What? Did you forget that now that you’re my girlfriend I get to call you baby all I want and you cant cringe anymore.” He climbed back onto the bed sitting next to you against the headboard putting his arm around you while you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Since when was that a rule??”

“I can call you princess, baby, babe, um babygirl-“

“chAN STOP.” You exclaimed and he laughed hysterically

“ok fine…baby” You swatted his arm away from you and sunk down into your sheets as Chan laughed at you.

Finally, the two of you were happy.

A/N

AHHHHHHHHHHH MY FIRST POST I HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGO WHEN I WAS PROCRASTINATING DURING FINALS WEEK, IM ON SUMMER VACATION NOW AND IM PLANNING TO POST A LOT MORE IF U HAVE ANY REQUESTS PLSLPLS SUBMIT ANYTHING U WANT ME TO DO IT COULD BE IMAGINES REACTIONS ANYTHING IDC ILL WRITE ANYTHING IM JOBLESS. 

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Viagra Prank pt.2 (Jungkook x Reader)

Writer’s note: Hey y’all. I know it’s been a minute. Your girl has been mad busy, but I’m back with my first ever pt.2 to a story! I hope it’s to y’alls liking cause I had you guys waiting for quite some time. If you guys have any more requests or whatever lemme know, cause I might need some inspiration!! Lemme know if you liked it! Toodles and enjoy!! Ps. Check out pt.1 on my blog and I also have a masterlist (link in my description)

Word count: around 2600 words

Summary: Jungkook goes from being just your best friend you had never viewed as a dude to a “sex god” and continues his pursuit on your body, after you mixed some viagra into his smoothie! (issa smut btw lol, I don’t think I’ve ever written anything that didn’t end up turning into a smut lol) 

There you were, trapped against the wall, yet again, with Jungkook’s peering eyes looking down at you from above. You glanced up to meet his gaze and encountered yet another expression that you had never seen before.

“I said, we aren’t done with you yet,” he repeated, ripping you out of your trance.

“What more do you want?” you folded your arms over your chest, trying your best to hold on to the little self control you had left.

“I want all of you, (Y/N),” he looked you up and down and then licked his lips in an animalistic manner.

Your face heated up and you turned your face away, so he wasn’t able to see the effect he was still having on you. You hated that he had you in the palm of his hands.

“What if I say no?” you asked, knowing damn well you wanted him right there between your legs.

“No isn’t an answer I’ll accept,” he smirked, “especially when I know that your panties are soaked, (Y/N).”

One of his hands crept down to your upper thigh and both of your hands immediately moved to stop him.

“You don’t want me to see how wet you are?” he licked his lips and oh my god did he look sinful. His raven hair dangling in front of his eyes, contrasting the milky white skin of his completely exposed body.

“I’m not wet!” you stated.

“Then why can’t I see?” he asked, “it’s cause you know I’m right.”

“Fuck you! You don’t have an effect on my body at all! You don’t make me wet and you sure as hell cant make me cum!” you shouted and something made Jungkook’s face light up with excitement.

“Come with me,” he grabbed your arm and even though you were letting out a string of protests, he dragged you into his bedroom and tossed you onto the bed roughly.

Your skirt had hiked up all the way, exposing your innocent, white panties that had a blue bow attached to them.

“Cute panties, babygirl,” Jungkook replied, mocking you and your taste in underwear, after he locked the door.

“Why are you locking the door?” you asked nervously, inching away from him and further towards the headboard, as he began to eye and corner you like a predator does it’s prey.

“Cause you’re not going anywhere after challenging me like that,” he walked over to his dresser, dick still standing tall and proud as he began searching for something. You took this time to quickly scan your best friend’s bedroom that you had been in countless times, but now it seemed almost unfamiliar, just like your best friend that was showing you a completely different side of himself.

“Give me your hands,” he commanded, ripping you out of your train of thought. You glanced over at him and he was holding a pair of handcuffs. Shocked you began to move away further and further, with him following closely behind you. You jumped off the bed and made a run for the door. Maybe he didn’t lock it right and maybe it would somehow open if you yanked it strong enough, but no matter how many times you pulled on the door handle, the door wouldn’t budge.

“Give it up, (Y/N),” his voice echoed in your ears, he was standing right behind you. You wanted to run to another corner of his room, but just as your feet were beginning to take off you heard something tare. Surprised you looked down and you realized that Jungkook had been holding on to your skirt, so when you started to run it ripped off, leaving you with less armor against this hungry beast.

Your hands instinctively covered your panties and Jungkook laughed, “I’ve already touched your pussy and seen your panties, no need to hide.”

You felt so embarrassed, but all of this was turning you on so much, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Before you could make another run for it Jungkook grabbed you and cuffed you to the headboard of his bed. He saw you struggle and he was nothing less than amused by it.

“Let me go,” you demanded and Jungkook smiled.

“What did I tell you about making demands, baby?” his fingers began to undo your blouse and you couldn’t do anything to fight him, the handcuffs clanking loudly. He unbuttoned your white blouse completely and then pushed up your white bra.

“(Y/N), you’re so cute and innocent with your white clothing and your small tits,” he chuckled and you felt like he was making fun of you.

“I’m not,” you countered, blushing when he ran a hand over your nipples.

“So you said I couldn’t get you wet or make you cum, huh? We will see about that,” he smirked at you before lowering his head and attacking your breasts with his mouth. 

First, he let his tongue dance around the sensitive skin of your nipples before sucking one into his mouth, while rolling the other sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb. Your head flew back and hit one of the many pillows. What was this sensation you were feeling? You had never ever felt like this before. You had been with another guy in the past, but he didn’t even care about satisfying you; he had you give him oral and then he fucked you roughly, before discarding you later on, but what Jungkook was doing felt good - different. You could hardly hold back your moans and he was only playing with your boobs. He smirked up at you when he realized you were slowly beginning to struggle with concealing the obvious pleasure you were experiencing. He began to kiss his way down your body while still palming your right breast. He started by peppering kisses from your nipples down to your ribcage, along the smooth skin of your stomach and down your abdomen. You pressed your legs together when he was approaching the spot you needed him at the most. The handcuffs started clanking loudly when he met your watchful gaze with his hungry eyes and slowly, but surely spread your legs. Your teeth sunk even further down into your bottom lip, when his lips met the inner flesh of your thighs, teasing the area close to your center, leaving purple and pink marks behind on his journey to your sex. You were soaking wet and you hated it, but he was making you feel so good. How was your best friend doing this to you? Your mind couldn’t comprehend a single thing, the pleasure he was gifting unto you was nearly too much to handle. No guy had ever made you feel this good. Suddenly, you realized he had hooked his fingers on either side of your panties and was about to pull them down.

“N-no,” you let out almost inaudibly. You didn’t even have the strength to fight him anymore. Your resolve was withering and pleasure, want and desire were starting to take over your body.

“Are you already giving up? Where is your string determination from before?” he liked toying with you and he made you want to punch him, but the cuffs were holding you back.

“Shut up-,”your words were interrupted by his.

“It’s alright, we don’t have to take them off right now,” you heard him say before pulling your panties, the last bit of fabric that was separating you and him, to the side and licked a stripe up your drenched core. A string of loud moans escaped your lips and you had completely given up fighting these feelings that were threatening to take over. Jungkook stopped to take a look at you and was he was met with was a lustful and lewd expression he had never seen on his best friend before and he wished he could take a picture of it, so he could hold on to this moment forever.

“You’ve given up?” he smirked, biting his bottom lip.

“Just shut up and and make me cum,” you commanded.

This time Jungkook didn’t say anything smart back and just went back to work. He dragged his tongue up and down your slit, paying special attention to your clit, before dipping his tongue inside of you teasingly. Your body was reacting to his every touch and you were unable to hold back your moans and squirms, but you also had no intention of concealing how good he was making you feel any longer. His tongue was giving you so much pleasure and you couldn’t help but move your hips against his tongue, begging him for more. He didn’t hesitate to push one and then later two of his fingers inside of you while still pleasuring you with his tongue and he was inching you closer and closer to your high, which he knew and could feel. He pulled his fingers out and removed his tongue, earning a string of complaints from you.

“Wait baby. I’ll give you something better than my tongue and my fingers,” he promised, leaving the bed to go find a condom which he rolled onto himself before returning to the bed. You were laying there waiting in anticipation and you didn’t know how to feel about Jungkook. He was your best friend and always had been, but you never really had viewed him as a guy and thought of him strictly as a friend. Now the image that you had of Jungkook was completely destroyed. He was no longer the innocent cute best friend of yours that watched you from the sidelines - no - he was now the sexy mature and assertive sex God that you wanted to know way more about. Your time to think was cut short when you felt him rub against you. You guys were about to take it to the next level and there was surely no going back after everything that had and was going to happen. Your image of Jungkook would forever be changed. 

He slipped inside of you with ease and immediately began to stretch out your sweet walls. It was a sensation you really had never felt before. A painful one at first, as he was quite large and you had a bit of expanding to do, but once you were able to really accommodate him, the pain as swiftly substituted by pleasure. His hands were digging into your thighs, as he was steadily fucking into you and you couldn’t help, but moan loudly, egging him on. Your eyes were on him for a second, but when his fiery, lusty and dark gaze met yours it was nearly electric and as if you had been shocked you averted our eyes, the energy between the stares you two were exchanging would have been powerful enough to send you over the edge if your eyes had rested on his a moment longer. His dick was rubbing right against your sweet spot and that feeling in combination with his intense, longing gaze and grunts was driving you insane. But you were not the only one that was being plagued with this passionate desire and pleasure, you could feel his body heat up even more and hear his low grunts. A strong hand wrapped itself around your throat and you jumped a bit when it started to squeeze a bit, limiting your air intake. 

“Look into my fucking eyes, (Y/N). Look at how much i want you and look at what you are doing to me,” he growled and you took a peek at him. 

“You’re turning me into this animal that only craves you,” he stated, strands of his raven hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, as he was devouring you with his eyes.

“Your pussy is so tight and it feels so great,” he exclaimed, “(Y/N), you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting- longing for this.”

You felt him change up the position a bit, lifting your legs up a bit more, so your knees were around the same height as your shoulders, your hands still bound to the bed by the handcuffs he put on you earlier. He pushed into you again and both of you let out a loud moan. He was reaching so deep inside of you now, you felt like his dick was far enough inside of you to tickle your heart. 

“Fuck!” he shouted and you were so drugged with pleasure that you could not even form a single sentence. All that escaped your lips were sounds of pleasure while he was buried deep inside of you, his head resting right next to yours with him whispering dirty and needy things into the shell of your ear. He was making you feel so good that everything was starting to become overwhelming, you were holding on by a thread and so was Jungkook. That thread finally ripped when Jungkook’s hand slithered from your hair down to your sensitive bud between your legs and began to attack it. You could no longer stop yourself and with an especially loud moan and shaking legs you came, spiraling out of control and falling into the abyss of pleasure. With your whole body shaking, your tightness convulsing around him and your moans, Jungkook was also no longer able to hold on and swiftly followed you into the abyss, filling the rubber with his hot seed and collapsing right on top of you. For a few moments the two of you were just laying there, trying to regain your breath and taking in what had just happened. After the two of you had recovered and somewhat digested the events that had unraveled, Jungkook got up and pulled out of you, disposing of the condom in the trash can right next to the bed. 

“So I can’t make you cum, huh?” Jungkook smiled mockingly, looking down at your small frame.

“Shut up you loser,” you rolled your eyes, wanting to punch him, but you realized you were still being restrained by the cuffs.

“Ummmmm, could you un-cuff me, Kookie?” you asked.

“Hmmm, I don’t know who you are calling Kookie... my name is Daddy”, he said, feigning innocence, when he was met by your gaze.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Who did that dude think he was? Well, he was most definitely the guy that had given you the most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever experienced, you answered your own question in your head. You scanned him up and down, had he always been this sexy?

“You better call me by my name and then we can go get something to eat..lol I already know we are gonna be here all night, cause you never wanna listen,” he started to retrieve his clothing and began getting dressed. 

Food?! Now if that wasn’t tempting.

“Please release me, Daddy,” you whispered and caught him totally off guard.

He looked at you and then at his erection in his pants. Jungkook secretly had a thing for you all along and now you were calling him DADDY?!

“Let’s get food later,” he stripped all of the clothes, he had just put on himself, off in one quick motion. 

Who was this horny beast stuck inside of your best friend? Where were things going to go from here? Were you two going to try and date? What did he want? Wait, what did you want? There were so many unanswered questions, but all you managed to say was... 

“Un-cuff me for this round, daddy.” 

Wink ;-P 

The End.

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Alpha (Part 2)

Masterlist.  

Taglist: @whumps-the-word, @angst-is-my-friend.

Part 1.

~#~

“Well?” Alex asked as soon as Issa and Brie were out of hearing range.  

Dr. Andrews focused on packing up his bag.  Alex thought he was taking the time to collect his thoughts, but when his eyes picked up and settled on Alex with a burning intensity, Alex realized he was wrong.

The doctor was glaring at him, a muscle twitching in his jaw.  His movements were careful and precise, but he was coiled with tension.

Alex fought the urge to take a step back, and narrowed his eyes.  This was his house and he was alpha here.

“Biologically, everything looks fine,” the doctor said, “I disagree with the practice of inducing heats to come off suppressants, and you may notice that Brie’s heats are irregular for some months, but it will correct itself gradually.  There is no cause for concern.”

“And?” Alex asked, because that wasn’t the reason that the doctor looked like he wanted to incinerate Alex where he stood.  “What about the…the crying?” Alex waved a hand vaguely to encompass Brie’s hysterics, “And the…quietness?”

“It’s called obedience,” the doctor said, his jaw tight, “And you were the one that called the Order. They did exactly what you asked for.”

Alex bit back a snarl, because the doctor was half-right, but this wasn’t what he’d meant by obedient.

“And the hysterics?” Alex snapped, “I didn’t ask for that!”

“People do not have predictable reactions to trauma,” the doctor said levelly, “I would suggest giving Brie some space and quiet when she gets overwhelmed.  It may get better with time, or it may not.  It would also be better if there were things she felt like she had control over.” 

“Trauma,” Alex repeated flatly.  This was ridiculous.  He had always respected Dr. Andrews, but the man’s opinions on the Order were borderline treasonous.  “She went to an omega training facility, not a warzone.  She doesn’t have trauma.” 

Dr. Andrews stared at him, and for a long moment, Alex thought he was going to punch him.  And then the doctor sighed and shook his head. “In my professional medical opinion,” the doctor said, “What goes on at Radcliff Hill is called torture.  They mistreat omegas, and punish them viciously until they’re conditioned to behave exactly how their captors envision.” 

“I get that you don’t agree with the Order, but this is going too far,” Alex said, crossing his arms, “Omegas are trained, not tortured.  All of the horror stories about Radcliff Hill are just that – stories. I never thought you put stock into rumors and hearsay.”

“I believe what I see, Lord Oval,” the doctor said, walking out.  He paused in the hallway, and turned back to look at him.  “But let me ask you this – how do you know that they’re just stories?”

With that, the doctor left, leaving Alex unsettled in the hallway.  He exhaled deeply, ignoring the insidious doubt in his head.  Dr. Andrews despised the Order, that was all.  That was it.  Brie hadn’t been tortured.

He hadn’t sent Brie to be tortured.

~#~

Brie didn’t believe Issa. No – that was wrong, she darted a quick glance at the other omega, heart jumping to her throat, she couldn’t say that, not after Issa had been so good to her, not after – Issa was reading quietly and not looking at her, and Brie watched her a moment longer before easing back.

No.  Brie did believe Issa.  Issa had never lied to her.  Not even before, when she was –

Not even before.

But Issa was an omega. And omegas were obedient and demure and pliant.  Brie stared harder at the book in her hands. 

It didn’t matter what Issa promised.  What mattered was Alex’s opinion, and he’d sent her away once before.

She had to be better. She had to be.  She couldn’t cry.  Alex didn’t want her to cry.  She had to be better.

Brie tried to refocus on the book.  Alex hadn’t sent her away immediately, which meant she had another chance.  To show him that she’d changed, that she was the omega he wanted her to be.  That she was whatever he wanted her to be because she couldn’t go back there.  She couldn’t.

She was willing to do anything.

James was supposed to be arriving tonight, along with his faction of the Oval pack.  He needed to be happy with her transformation as well. She needed to be the perfect omega. For him.  For Alex.  For everyone.

There were rules. Like at Radcliff Hill.  She just had to figure them out.  If she learnt the rules, she wouldn’t be hurt.  She just needed to learn the rules.  That was all.  Just learn the rules.

Brie became aware that she was holding the book so tight she was almost crumpling the pages and she hurriedly let go, smoothening out the wrinkles.  She darted another fearful glance at Issa, her heart hammering in her throat. 

Issa had let her in the library.  She couldn’t mess up.  She didn’t want to have the privilege taken away.  She didn’t want Issa to be punished.

She had been a foolish child before.  She had seen Issa and Alex together and sneered at Issa for capitulating to Alex’s whims.  But Issa never really had a choice.  Omegas never did.

She didn’t want Alex to think she was corrupting Issa.  That she was turning her into a bad omega.  He might send Issa to Radcliff Hall, which would be horrible.  And he might get rid of her. 

She had seen the omegas that were permanent residents of Radcliff Hall.  She could still see Tom’s vicious grin, every time she closed her eyes. Could still remember all the awful things he had whispered into her ears.

“Brie?”  She startled up, looking into Issa’s warm eyes.  Her fingers were trembling.  The other omega frowned slightly, “Are you okay?”

Before Brie could reply, there was an outburst of noise from the hall, and Issa was distracted.  She could hear James’ steady voice as Alex greeted them, and Issa stood up fluidly, to go and greet them.

There were other voices overlapping, the din getting louder and louder, and Brie hesitated over the book – she wanted to slip away, to hide back in the shadows.  It was easy to be a good omega if no one remembered you existed. 

But she couldn’t take the book with her and – and it had been so long since Brie had a book in her hands, and Issa had been so kind to let her read and –

And the decision was taken out of her hands as the library doors opened and alphas spilled inside. Brie curled deeper into the couch, wishing she had gotten out and hoping no one would notice her.

It was a futile hope.

“Brie!” Nat called out, and the noise ground to a halt.  “You’re back!”

Brie kept her head lowered, like she’d been taught, and watched Nat’s feet as the alpha got closer and closer.  She kept perfectly still, suppressing the impulses to run, to flinch, to cower – good omegas didn’t do that, because good omegas had nothing to fear, because alphas were protectors and the only omega with anything to fear was a bad one – as Nat leapt onto the couch, leaning on her shoulder and nearly crushing her.

“You’re back!” Nat cried again, accompanied by a hug that was almost strangling.  Brie peered through her hair to see that James and the other alphas were settling into the library, watching them.

“You’re back for good now, right?” Nat asked, and the thought caused Brie’s heart to clench.

“Of course she is,” Issa said, sitting back down and smiling at Alex.  Alex’s returning smile was a bit weak as he turned to leave.

“That’s great!” Nat said cheerfully, relaxing back onto the couch.  Her arm stayed on Brie’s shoulder, pressing into the back of her neck.

Brie kept carefully, perfectly still and tried to remember how to breathe.

“Isn’t it great, Brie?” Nat laughed, and pulled Brie slightly to the side.

“Yes, alpha,” Brie said, her voice level because it had to be, and Nat’s arm suddenly became stiff and heavy.

“What did you say?” Nat’s voice had gone slightly cold, an edge sharpening under her tone.

Brie was suddenly very unsure.  “Yes…alpha?” she tried.  She had been so careful to keep her voice level, a skill she’d learned after days of being ‘reprimanded’ for every stray emotion in her tone, but it was beginning to tremble in fear again.

“I thought we sent you to the Order to learn how to be a good omega,” Nat said, twisting her until she had no choice but to stare in Nat’s face.  The alpha did not look pleased, her face drawing together into a simmering glare.  “Not how to mock good omegas.”

No, a part of her brain shrieked, no, please, no, I didn’t – I swear, I can change, I can –

Brie suppressed that voice, because Alex didn’t want her to cry and this time he might actually send her back.

“Yes, al-” she started meekly, with a lack of anything else to say, paralyzed under Nat’s glare, and the alpha shook her roughly, cutting off the rest of her sentence.

“Don’t give me that bullshit!” Nat said, her tone dangerously low.  She was pressing Brie into the cushions, her arms caging her in and Brie stared at her mutely.  A part of her was screaming, but the vast majority had gone blank.

The alpha was angry.  The alpha was angry at her.

“Don’t spout ‘yes, alpha’ like you actually mean it!” Nat snarled.  Her face was too close.  Her arms were too close.  Brie stayed where she was, frozen in place.

What was she supposed to say?  How was she supposed to respond?  Nat was clearly waiting for a response, staring down at her.  She was too close.  Brie couldn’t think.

“Yes, Nat,” Brie stuttered, certain that it was a trap, that Nat and James would take it as proof she hadn’t changed, proof that she hadn’t learned her lessons.  They would send her back. 

Nat smiled, and eased up, pulling Brie up and settling again on her shoulder.  “That’s better,” she said happily, leaning on Brie and peering at the book in her hands, “Oh, that looks interesting!” 

Brie darted quick glances at the others and quailed at their reactions.  Issa was glaring in their direction.  Alex had already left the room, but James was looking at her with a frown.

She couldn’t upset Nat. She couldn’t upset James or Alex. She couldn’t upset Rosa, when she finally got here.  And everyone had different rules.

Brie stared at the book in her hands, not reading a single word, as she finally comprehended the enormity of the problem in front of her.

“I’m done with this page,” Nat chirped into her ear, and Brie turned the page mechanically.  And again and again when Nat asked, her weight heavy on Brie’s shoulders, as Brie stared into nothingness.

“Brie,” James said, and it broke her reverie.  She raised her head to him, careful to keep her gaze lowered.  “Can you bring dinner for us here, please?”

“Yes, alpha,” Brie said automatically, lurching to her feet and abandoning her book.  She was grateful for the chance to get out, and hopefully she could manage to slip out after bringing up dinner.

She felt Nat’s heavy scowl follow her out.

~#~

Part 3.

[ofcloudsandstars]

Hey Everyone! I don’t know if this would be interest here too but I have a little Witchy group FB page for witches in London where we meet up around the city, share magic tips and events to get in touch with the local nature and magic but anyway, weekly I post a celestial forecast and I can forward these posts to here too. 

The posts may be a bit GMT/UT -centric as the target audience is London witches lol (also the weeks here begin on Mondays and from time to time I might mention ‘The Heath’ which is this beautiful wildish park here in North london but anyway) I thought of sharing this week’s Monday through Sunday events cause the energy is CLIMATIC and you may want to have a look at what’s going on! Below I talk about each day’s celestial transits and the recommended magic for them. 

Celestial Forecast! ✨

Week 2 of January {6th-12th}

Overview:

This is going to be an INSANELY powerful week! We might end up absorbing a lot of energy from the cosmos before we get slammed by the Full Moon Eclipse and other cosmic energies on the 10th that will lead us out of Eclipse season. It's time to ascend and let go of what no longer serves us and lay down powerful foundations as we dive into the New Year.

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6th

moon void of course from 12:08pm-2:11am (GMT)

moon in Taurus

Energy: The moon in Taurus will be void of course for most of the day (once again Void of Course meaning the moon will have made it's last aspect at 12:08PM and will venture into the next sign not making any aspects or aligning with any other planet or cosmic energy) creating a pretty chill and lazy liminal space. Get as much done as you can in the morning otherwise the afternoon and evening will be a time to be chill and unproductive. It's good to take time to rest and with the mood plateau-ing especially in lazy Taurus, you won't have much energy to get a lot done anyway. You will need the time to chill before the big eclipse on Friday!

Recommended Magic: journaling, resting, bath magic (cleansing), meditating, chilling out

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7th

Moon in Gemini at 2:11AM  (GMT)

Sun (Capricorn) sextile Neptune (Pisces)

Energy: With the sun having a harmonious aspect with Neptune, the two energies flow together like a chord setting the tone of heightened sensitivity and psychic connections for the day. Empathy will be heightened along with non-verbal communication, emotional sensitivities, spiritual connections and intense dreaming. Meditation, occult work and spiritual work will be favored on this day and might bring inspiring insights leading to greater self understanding and contentment. The moon in Gemini will hone in our desires to communicate and explore our inner mental world and connect our experiences to other through communication. This day might also bring spiritual 'downloads' from the cosmos if you open yourself up. The moon in Gemini might create the mood for us to be curious to explore our spiritual realms and with the harmonious nature of Neptune and the sun we may discover a lot of incredible things. This would be a great day to document our experiences through journaling or expressing them through art.

Recommended Magic: Dreaming, astral traveling (like mugwort tea or anything that helps you to fly), channeling, art and expressing your spiritual side through artwork, doing any magic, connecting to spirit guides, divination, freewriting, journaling, energy work, writing in your grimoire.

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8th

Mercury (Capricorn) sextile Neptune (Pisces)

moon void of course 9:15pm  (GMT)

Energy: This will be a lovely sequel to the previous day which can help us digest any psychic or intuitive information we may have received. This transit which is a harmonious transit now with the spiritual and mysterious neptune mixing with the mental realm of mercury means the world of art and spirituality will be harmonious with our mental world and we will find it easy to express our spiritual pursuits with ease. We might find the words to explain our epiphanies or enlightenment and can easily put them in the forms of art or words. This is also a great day for experiencing colorful dreams and picking up spiritual information through meditation, spirit guides, chance encounters and dreams or sudden thoughts. It's not a great transit for anything technical, but perfect to do creative artwork of any kind. In the evening the moon will be in void of course transit so the energy will quell by then.

Recommended Magic: Art, Dreaming, meditating, trance, reflection, journaling, connecting with guides, listening to music that moves you, shufflemancy, divination

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9th

moon enters cancer (7:43 AM GMT)

Energy: This moon position has much healing potential. Our emotions run deep and with the moon transitioning into it's full moon phase, we may feel our emotions running high and bringing to the surface what truly motivates us. It'll be wise to focus on the lessons we've learned on the days before and not get swept up by the high emotional tides of the near-full moon in Cancer. Full moon energy brings the two complementary yet opposing natures of the sister signs at harmony. With the moon in Cancer opposing the Sun in Capricorn, it will illuminate what motivates us emotionally and what makes us feel safe which will be the driving force for us to build stronger foundations for.

Recommended Magic: shadow work, chanting to align your energy, cleansing the space, shielding (as energy will run high), protective charms, free writing as a form of release.

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10th

Full Moon in Cancer Lunar Eclipse

Uranus direct in Taurus - Freedom and grounding

Sun (Capricorn) conjunct Mercury (Capricorn)

Energy: Where to begin... At first glance you can see the universe is screeching TIME FOR A CHANGE BITCH!! With the eclipse and Uranus moving direct you can experience sudden transformations to a higher version of yourself. With the sun and mercury conjunct, the energy of the two planets are fused where our thoughts, communications and what's going on in our inner realms is in the center of attention therefore edging away from the powerful spiritual transformation of this day is inevitable.

Uranus retrograde previously meant that Uranus's energies were inverted. If you were trying to make a change or initiate change, you might have felt blocked with Uranus's cycle of sleep beginning on August 11th. With Uranus Rx you would have gone on an internal journey creating changes within yourself that will help you create the external changes you seek. Often the changes we need are for personal freedom and Uranus retrograde lets you process things internally before you manifest the external change once Uranus turns direct. Now with Uranus direct on the full moon eclipse we can expect sudden powerful changes, epiphanies, and bursts of freedom that will come to a climax with this full blood moon. If you for example REALLY WANT A JOB or REALLY HATE YOUR JOB AND WANT TO CHANGE IT or REALLY HATE YOUR LIVING EXPERIENCE (this amplified as it's full moon in Cancer) or DON'T FEEL STABLE, SAFE AND LOVED IN YOUR LIFE AND YOU WANT TO BE FREE AND FEEL GOOD FOR ONCE!!

This is the moon to RELEASE that magic on. With eclipses, the full moon eclipse is extra powerful as it dredges up emotions from our deep subconscious to the surface that we have been bottling up for god knows how long aging like an old forgotten fermenting smoothie that is about to fizz and burst open everywhere. It's a good day for protective charms and energy as you can imagine some people might really let their emotions loose without care for others and you don't want to be on the receiving end especially if your own emotions are high and you're not tryna find trouble by popping off.  It's also, obviously a GREAT day for MANIFESTING as all full moons are, but specifically manifesting your truest most rawest desires like go full feral wild in the heaths howling at the blood moon and burning shit cause the energies will be at the highest pitch to thunder down your most passionate visions of your most idealistic reality like the Kool-Aid man bursting through the cosmic fourth wall to deliver you to your dreams.

Recommended Magic: gurl issa full blood moon Uranus direct eclipse.. go wild.

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11th

Moon void of course until 11:16am  (GMT)

Moon in Leo

Energy: The day will start out a bit relaxed with the moon void of course which will create a chill radio-silence which is the peace needed to calm the electric magic storm of the evening before. With the moon in Leo however the spectacle might just move to Act 2 instead of dissipating completely. The moon in Leo creates a desire for drama (and for some of us with natal chiron in Leo, painful traumatic realizations), yet also creativity and sparking our inner child. In order to process this energy positively you can use the day to process your emotions you've experienced throughout the week into art and sharing your creations on social media. You might find a place where your experiences are welcomed and you might find extra validation. Either way today would be the day to focus on the self and expressing yourself and looking on the path that you'd like to take yourself, especially with the aftermath of the full moon and what it could have surfaced for you.

Recommended Magic: self love, art, self reflection, divination, shadow work, sharing art.

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12th

Mercury, Saturn + Pluto Conjunct (Capricorn)

moon in Leo

Energy: Today is going to be a rude day but it will be needed. It will be the harsh grounding force of the dreamy week coming to an end and the psychedelic trip, cathartic full moon storm being grounded into the deep earth and force you to put what you've learned onto the material plane. With Saturn, Pluto and Mercury conjunct, all three energies are fused to create an energy where we must focus on the material world (all of our thoughts will revolve around this as well) and what is not working for us anymore. Something in your life has outlived it's usefulness and is holding you back and with the deep earthly Saturn being pushed with Pluto which brings things to an end (or transforms them) you will put down the ground work to finally get rid of these things or change your circumstance (especially with Uranus now direct you will seek freedom and the change to do so). If something is broken you will need to fix it or toss it out, and you will be unwise to ignore it and resist the powerful forces of Saturn AND Pluto, cause lets be real they will whoop your ass so it's better to work with them then against them. Along with the moon in Leo, making things more dramatic than they need to be, instead of realizing something simply doesn't work out for you anymore, it might be a dramatic rude display loudly trumpeting in your face that it's time Is Now Over and you need to take action.

It is best to approach the coming change by accepting the inevitable and do what must be done or else if you stubbornly refuse to change, you risk complications that will make your life extremely difficult for a long time cause that's especially the way Saturn works and it's in it's home sign of Capricorn so it's not here to play games. Especially since Saturn is deeply earthly you will risk making your foundations in life deeply unstable which can result in suffering for years to come. I like to imagine Saturn energy as the big bad wolf and your actions being like the three little pigs. Use the time to put down the hard work and foundation to build a brick house or else Saturn powered by Pluto will come to blow them twigs away.

Recommended Magic: use all the materials you've written in the past for journaling, vision boards, reflections etc. and take action on them. The magical focus will be less in the ethereal plane and more on the physical today. Additionally: shadow work and divination as guides.

[gingerwritess]

Hi! I really like you’re writing! Loki an Elliot are adorable! ❤️ I had an idea. You and Loki take Elliot to an amusement park and Loki is being a stubborn little shit and won’t go on the ride(bc they look kinda terrifying but he’s not gonna say that). So the reader promises to give him a kiss if he goes on one and doesn’t enjoy it. So he goes and he pretends to hate it bc he wants a kiss

ok this took forever but enjoy!! its super fluffy! 

i don’t own any part of disney, just borrowed their name/park pls don’t sue me

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“That can’t possibly be safe.”

Loki’s staring up at the ferris wheel with wide eyes, a hand full of bright blue cotton candy frozen halfway to his mouth.

“I wanna go on it,” Elliot announces, wiping his ice cream covered mouth on the arm of his shirt. “Be brave, daddy, it’s a big-kid ride.”

Loki gapes at him—there is no way in hell he’s letting his son get on that rickety old wheel and spin off into oblivion, much less get on it himself. “Absolutely not, this one is off limits. You’re not going.”

“Oh, come on, daddy,” you tease, nudging his arm. “Let the kid have some fun.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise my wife had lost her mind…y-you can’t be serious.” His head snaps to yours and he flings a hand at the ferris wheel, that damned mouse grinning down at him, mocking him—he hates this place.

So…happy.

“Elliot,” Loki smiles and crouches in front of the little boy. “Do you have a death wish?”

“A what?”

“That’s what I thought.” He stands up and shakes his head at you. “No one from this family steps foot on that…that wheel.”

You roll your eyes and grab his hand, starting the trek towards the winding line of people waiting to get on, and Elliot squeals excitedly when he sees where you’re headed. “Sorry, snowflake, you don’t call all the shots here,” you call back to Loki, who’s sulking behind the two of you. “We paid a lot of money for this little vacation, so if he wants to go on the wheel of death, let him go on the wheel of death.”

Oh, wonderful. Now Loki’s pouting.

The light-up Mickey Mouse ears Elliot snuck on his head don’t seem to be cheering him up either.

“All these people,” he groans once you’re in line, leaning against the railing and crossing his arms. “You two just go, I’ll wait for you when you get off. I might hurt someone if I stay here any longer.”

“No! Dad, you gotta go!” Elliot hoists himself up on the railing next to his dad, stealing a chunk of his cotton candy. “Are you scared or somethin’?”

Loki scoffs and lightly whacks Elliot in the face with his stick of cotton candy. “You have three seconds to reevaluate that sentence, young man.”

Giggling, Elliot waves you over to whisper in your ear. “Dad’s scared to go on the ferris wheel.”

“Oh, really?” You grin at Loki and adjust his mouse ears, patting his cheek when you pull your hands back. “I bet he’s scared cause he knows he would love it…”

You swear you can feel the daggers Loki is glaring at you right now.

“Tell you what,” you begin thoughtfully, swinging Elliot into your arms as the line starts moving. Loki stays planted firmly on the railing, scowling at you with lips a tiny bit blue from the dyed sugar he’s been eating all day. “I’m willing to bet that you’re going to have more fun than you’ve ever had in your life, once you get your stubborn butt on the ferris wheel.”

“You’re delusional.” Loki grins and lightly flicks your forehead. “Even IF I was to go on this, I would be miserable the entire time, without a doubt.”

“For the god of lies, you’re a terrible liar. Don’t you think, Elliot?” You bounce the wiggling little kid in your arms.

“The worst-est,” Elliot agrees. “C’mon, dad, it’s super fun. You gotta go.”

Loki scowls and shakes his head at his son. “The only way you’re getting me on that wheel,” he pokes a finger into Elliot’s chest, “is if you can make me an offer worthy of the gods.”

“Deal.”

“Really?” You laugh and shift Elliot to your other hip. “Dad drives a hard bargain, kiddo. Good luck with that.”

“Nah, I got an idea.” Elliot grins, his bright eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint.

Oh no.

“If daddy can go on it without smiling ever,” Elliot states firmly, pointing a finger right back in Loki’s face. “Then he gets a surprise.”

“And what might that be?” Loki’s biting back a grin, you can tell.

“Can’t tell ya. Issa secret.”

“I don’t believe you, little silvertongue.”

Elliot crosses his arms and pulls a dramatic pout at his father. “That’s rude, scaredy-cat. I’ll tell you that it includes a kiss from mom and a hug from me, but that’s all y’get to know.”

“Scaredy-cat?!”

“You’re gonna pay for that one,” you whisper to Elliot, tickling him in the stomach and handing him over to Loki, who takes him tight in his arms, holding the squirming little kid in the air.

“You dare call your father a scaredy-cat, Elliot Lokason??” As threatening as his voice sounds, you can hear the laughter behind it as Loki easily holds Elliot in one arm, the other hand turning icy blue and slipping up the boy’s shirt. “That is no way to speak to a king, peasant.”

“NO! I’m a prince, dad, stop, I’m a prince too!!” Elliot squeals with laughter, feet kicking helplessly in the air. “Sorry sorry sorry, sorry dad, stop!!”

The little boy is still squirming with laughter under Loki’s freezing blue hand on his tummy, his own lighter blue starting to blossom from the centre of his chest.

“Well then, the prince of Asgard…” Loki pauses his icy tickle attack, finally setting the blue kid on the railing in front of him, putting a hand to his heart and turning his voice deadly serious. “…must know how to speak with poise, grace, elegance, and regality in every syllable.”

Elliot giggles, putting a little hand to his blue heart and mimicking his dad’s formal speech and accent perfectly, his eyebrows furrowing as he best tries to copy his dad’s pose. “With noise, space, elephants and legal tea in every syllable—”

“That is not what I said.”

You double over with laughter, the seriousness in Elliot’s little face too much to handle as he mimics his father—his father, that is, whose scowl is quickly being overridden by an inevitable smile when Elliot breaks down laughing, too.

He watches the two of you, clutching your stomachs as your faces scrunch with laughter, and a jolt of something warm shoots through his body when you grab onto his arm from laughing so hard. Loki can’t help it; he grins.

How??

How, in the name of all that is sacred, does he get to have all this?

He stares at you, eyes flitting between you and your son, a few stray laughs leaving his lips as you move with the line and climb into a hanging carriage, flopping onto the bench, your shoulders still shaking from laughing. Elliot gasps for breath and throws himself over your lap, absolutely mad with giggles that just pick up for a second storm when Loki climbs in the carriage, ducking low to avoid hitting his head.

“You—you’re—” he breaks down in giggles again, pointing at Loki and covering his face with little hands. “You’re so tall! Mom, mom, he’s so tall, I can’t—”

You’re not sure why Elliot seems to find that so funny, but you find yourself hoping to god that he keeps laughing; you can practically feel the unbridled joy in Loki’s heart at this moment.

He slumps onto the bench across from you, looking uncharacteristically out of proportion on the ride probably not meant for someone with the build of a god. Long legs stretch across the floor and tangle with your ankles, and he runs his foot up your calf with a grin.

“Maybe this won’t be so bad.”

“Hey!” Elliot jumps to his feet, still hiccuping from laughing so hard. “No—hic—ehehe…no smiling, ‘member??”

“Ah. Right,” Loki sighs, crossing his arms and slumping further down in his seat. “No happiness at Disneyland.”

The ride starts moving, lifting your carriage in the air and Elliot rushes to the edge, looking through the gated barriers at the amusement park below.

“I wanna fly,” he announces, turning around and flopping onto the bench next to Loki. “I wanna know how to fly, dad, you know how to fly?”

“Not exactly…”

Elliot frowns, a concerning glint in his eye. “Morgan’s dad can fly.”

“Morgan’s dad wears a metal wetsuit,” Loki scoffs, lightly pushing his son’s face away. “And, last I checked, doesn’t have the ability to freeze his child when that child gets…troublesome.”

He raises his hands with a grin as Elliot shrieks, scrambling off the bench and hurtling over to hide behind you, sending the hanging carriage swinging back and forth.

“S’not good to threaten your kid, dad, don’t do that.”

“Yeah, honey,” you laugh, wrapping your son in a protective hug. “Don’t threaten to freeze your kid, that’s not setting a good example.”

“A good example?” Loki scoffs and laces his fingers behind his head. “I’m sorry, my love, but there’s no hope for this one. You remember last night, don’t you?”

Elliot grins and snuggles up closer to you, ever sporting the adorable facade of a little angel—oh yes, you remember.

“Froze my tongue to my fork during dinner…”

“That was n’accident, sorta.”

“…turned the hot water to ice in the middle of my shower…”

Elliot bursts out laughing again. “You screamed!! Mom got so worried, you screamed—”

“Tell me again, why did we bring you here?”

“Cause you love me.” The little boy scrunches up his nose in a grin. “You love me, you love me—hey!! You’re smiling!”

He is, shamelessly and clearly with little control. “You’re a pain,” he laughs, conjuring a snowball and chucking it at his kid. “But…I do love you.”

“Love ya too, loser.”

Another snowball hits Loki square in the face not two seconds later.

“ELLIOT!!”

“What?! Dad started it!”

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“So,” Loki hums the moment he takes a wobbly step back onto solid ground. “What was my surprise, unðr?”

“Uh, you lost, dad.” Elliot grabs your hand and reaches for Loki’s with the other, skipping happily between the two of you. “I was gonna surprise you with unlimited hugs for a day, but you had fun, huh?”

“I was miserable, wasn’t that obvious?”

“You were laughing, daddy, mom saw you too.”

“Leave me out of this,” you laugh, holding up your hands in defence. “I’ve yet to make a deal with your father that’s actually ended well.”

“Oh, really?”

Oh no.

Loki turns to you with a glint in his eye. “I seem to recall a little late night wager where you told me not to make a sound or else you would—”

“LOKI, THERE’S CHILDREN.”

“Educating the masses,” Loki grins, swinging Elliot in the air as he skips obliviously along. “I think I should be rewarded even for going on that death wheel, don’t you agree?”

Smooth change of subject, Loki. A+ parenting.

Elliot thinks for a minute, jumping and swinging using your hands to lift him higher. “How ‘bout you get a hundred hugs today? Not ‘nfinity, only a hundred.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, little giant.” Loki swoops the little boy up into his arms and plants a loud smack of a kiss on his chubby cheek, squeezing him in a tight, squirming hug. “You mentioned there being a ‘mom component’ as well, don’t think I forgot about that.”

“Uh huh.” Elliot nods and grins at you, resting his head against Loki’s cheek. “Mom’s gotta give you unlimited kisses. Forever.”

“What?!”

“You heard him,” Loki laughs, using up another one of his hundred hugs. “Unlimited kisses…forever…I like you, Elliot, good thinking.”

“I didn’t sign up for this,” you sigh as Loki wraps his arm not holding Elliot around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“You married me,” Loki grins, stealing two quick pecks to your lips.

“Don’t remind me—”

“Had a kid with me, too.”

Three more smooches and he’s squeezing your cheeks together with a hand under your chin—already abusing his power.

“You agreed to spend the rest of your life with me,” Loki laughs, lacing his fingers through yours and leading you towards another cotton candy stand. “And if that requires unlimited kisses…”

Elliot nods with as smug a grin as he can muster.

“…then you might as well enjoy it.”

You roll your eyes and wrap your two boys in a giant hug, tugging Loki in for a proper kiss. “Then get over here and maybe I will, idiot.”

Elliot claps his hands over his eyes. “That’s gus-tusting.”

“This was your idea, Elliot.”

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