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dailydragon08 · 3 months

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Closing The Tomb

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: The sequel to Darkness Calls. Luke deals with the consequences of almost using the dark side to save your life, leaving you in suspense of whether he'll re-implement the no attachment rule in his new Jedi Order. With the ghost of Obi-wan pushing him one way while Luke's heart is pulled another, secrets are revealed and friendships are left hanging on the edge of a knife. Warnings: Slight anti-Jedi/anti "no attachments" rhetoric, mainly against the stringent rules the prequel era Jedi had. Major angst, with Luke struggling a lot and feeling very guilty. Reader gets a brief, nondescript leg injury at some point that heals quickly (realizing I injure reader's leg a lot specifically so Luke can carry her lol), mentions of Luke having insomnia and PTSD, slow burn, mutual pining, angsty ending that will be resolved in the final part 3 of this trilogy. A/N: Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and my masterlist can be found linked in the pinned post on top of my blog. This fic is also included in my AO3 (DragonHeartstring360). Stay tuned for the final part 3 and enjoy!

You squinted to see through the oncoming smoky haze. Stars wheeled in a circle with a thin, glass-like pathway cutting through the middle of a dark sky. It glowed faintly, casting its reflections on none other than Luke’s terrified face. He stared straight at you before glancing at the two pieces of rope he was clinging to. Obi-wan Kenobi held one end while a man who bore a striking resemblance to Luke held the other. You recognized him as Anakin in his prime, except this Anakin’s eyes kept flashing yellow. Everyone looked at you before turning to each other, and chaos ensued. Obi-wan and Anakin both bore down on their ends of the rope and pulled as hard as they could.

Luke squeezed his eyes closed and grimaced, mumbling, “wait…no…I can find balance…with both—”

“No, you can’t,” the others said in unison before pulling even harder.

“Luke, just let go!” you yelled, but to no avail as the ropes suddenly wound their way up Luke’s hands to wrap around his arms like snakes.

Obi-wan and Anakin pulled even harder, and you could see the strain on Luke’s arms from where you floated above. You tried to yell your friend’s name again only to have him stare at you with horror—the eye closest to his old mentor it’s usual blue, the one closest to his father an ominous yellow—

Your eyes flew open as you hyperventilated. You clutched your bed sheets to reassure yourself you were home on the Redeemer before looking around at the cargo hold that Luke had lovingly converted into a bedroom just for you. You remembered how excited he was to show you the imperial shuttle once he’d finished his renovations. At first, you’d thought he was just excited to show you his work and were sad at the thought that he might leave soon after. There was nothing to describe the amount of relief and joy when you realized there wasn’t just one bedroom, but two—and Luke had proudly announced this one belonged to you and you alone and he’d love for you to travel with him, so you could both learn more about the ways of the Force and the jedi from each other and hunt for ancient texts and artifacts to help restore the order.

You sat up and took in the darkness of the hold. That had felt like an eternity ago and you could feel the anxious pressure building in your chest at the thought of things never being that easy, warm, and welcoming again. Luke had been avoiding you ever since the incident aboard the imperial cruiser. Amid some jammed communications, you had almost been sucked out of the ship’s porthole into space along with your attackers and Luke had barely saved you in time – but not before nearly slipping to the dark side to aid in his rescue. You knew he was ashamed of himself and could sense his turmoil through the Force any time the two of you were in close proximity (which was unfortunately becoming less and less). He was still polite, helpful, and kind, but there was a new distance and coldness to him that felt like a knife in your chest.

You swung your feet over the bed and half-heartedly stuffed some pants and shoes on. The fact that you were sleeping in an oversized shirt of Luke’s only added to your own turmoil as you shrugged a jacket over your shoulders. Padding through the dark, empty main hold of the ship revealed Luke’s bedroom door still wide open like it had been when you’d gone to sleep and R2 nowhere to be found. You quietly made your way down the landing ramp to where the ship sat on Khofar, where the two of you were hunting for yet another Force artifact to further your studies and the resurrection of the order. Crickets chirped as the moon hung full above with a gentle breeze. You thought how much you and Luke might have even enjoyed the peace of this place if he would just forgive himself.

Voices floated through the trees, along with the telltale whistles of an astromech and you followed, careful to make your footsteps as light and quiet as possible. A winding dirt path through the trees led to a small clearing with a fallen log. Luke sat with his back to you, and you recognized the glowing blue figure of Obi-wan’s ghost. R2 was nowhere to be seen and you wondered if Luke had sent him away. The idea that he had worried you; he took R2 everywhere with him and must’ve really been in a dire state if he told him to leave.

“…cannot tell you what to do,” Obi-wan continued as you quietly wedged yourself behind a tree trunk. If either of them sensed your presence, it didn’t stop them from talking. “It will be your order, after all. But I don’t think it was wrong for the Jedi Council to impose the no attachment rule during my time exactly for reasons such as this. One mistake does not guarantee your downfall, but as Master Yoda used to say: fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering. A lesson your father unfortunately learned very well.”

“But there was still good in him,” Luke argued, his voice rough and strained from lack of sleep. This was the third night in a row he’d snuck off to converse with his Force ghost council—and would likely be the fourth day in a row of dark bags under his eyes. “And I managed to convince him to turn back to the good side and help defeat Palpatine because of our attachment. Isn’t that what you always thought was his destiny as the Chosen One: to destroy the Sith? How could I have convinced him to do that without our attachment? And I couldn’t even imagine where I’d be without Han or Leia…” His voice turned quiet and mournful. “Or Y/N.”

“This is your order, Luke. I cannot and will not interfere too much. There’s a possibility you could be right, and this could be a new age and era for the jedi where attachment isn’t as dangerous.”

“But without the danger of the Sith, wouldn’t that make it less dangerous? Couldn’t I make teaching about healthy attachment or connection versus unhealthy possession part of the training I give?”

A bird cawed low and long overhead and you glanced at the sky to see the first flecks of light shine through the trees. You hoped that didn’t mean Luke had been awake all night.

“Just because the Sith are less of a danger doesn’t mean the dark side is any less so,” Obi-wan continued. “You still need to be vigilant. It can still be a very slippery slope that’s difficult—near impossible—to come back from. The choice is ultimately up to you and I will respect whatever you decide. But keep in mind what you almost did because of your attachment.” He glanced quickly at your hiding spot before turning his eyes back to Luke. “More than one friend on this planet is waking, so I think it’s best you either start your day or get a few final moments of rest while you can. I will be here if you need further guidance on this matter.”

You stayed put behind your tree, but knew the resounding silence meant the ghost had faded into the morning light. Luke sighed long and hard before there were several rustling noises. When no footsteps followed, you peeked around the tree to see him sitting cross-legged in the brush with his back to you. For a moment, you admired the slope of it and how his perfectly tailored jacket clung to the toned muscle. Luke was so good at sensing you from much further away, there was no doubt in your mind he knew you were there. Was he choosing to ignore you? Or was he just really that tired that maybe he didn’t notice?

Either way, you suddenly felt very unwelcome and made your way back to the ship as quietly as you could. During your absence, R2 had also returned and was refilling Luke’s waterskin at the sink. He beeped sadly at you as you passed towards your room. You laid a comforting hand on his dome and knew he was feeling the weight of his master just as much.

With a wave of your hand, the hydraulic door closed behind you. You sat back on your bed, kicking off your shoes and flopping back to stare at the ceiling. What if Luke did decide to re-implement the no attachment rule? What would that mean for his relationship with his friends, his sister—with you? You doubted he’d send you away—at least, not at first. He’d never explicitly invited you to be part of his new Jedi Order, but he’d hinted at it several times. And why would he have made a whole bedroom in the Redeemer for you, reiterated that this was supposed to be as much your home as his several times, and still be taking you on Force-related missions with him if he was planning to give you the boot? But even if he didn’t ask you to leave, you weren’t sure how long you could handle this new cold and distant version of Luke. It was too painful—especially with your growing feelings for him, and what you had thought were his growing feelings for you. Maybe that’s why he was so afraid. He’d never really explained to you why his father fell to the dark side outside of something to do with a secret, forbidden marriage with his mother. But was that the whole story? You had a feeling not, but felt it wasn’t your place to ask either Luke or Anakin’s ghost. You’d never even spoken to any of the Force ghosts.

But if the old jedi had forbade relationships out of fear of it turning into a gateway to the dark side, weren’t they just giving into the very think they preached against: fear?

You sighed as you heard Luke’s boots thump up the boarding ramp. “Hi, R2,” he said sadly. You locked onto his Force signature in your mind, feeling his sadness, confusion, guilt, longing, turmoil, and a sense that he saw himself as unworthy to be the one to lead the jedi to a new beginning. Perhaps against better judgement, you sent a wave of comfort to him through your link and heard his boots stop on their way to his room just ahead of yours. You closed your eyes and leaned into the Force to sense every movement on the ship. His footsteps suddenly turned and halted just outside your door and you could sense him raising his hand to knock, then stop. He lowered it, then raised it, then lowered it again before running a hand through his hair and down the front of his face. He turned and quickly made his way into his room, and you could hear the muffled whoosh of the door behind him. The lack of returning comfort from him made your heart sink and you couldn’t help but wonder if it would just be best to get on a ship and go elsewhere, alone, after this mission was done to dull the pain for both of you.

~***~

Things remained just as stilted and awkward over the next few days as you and Luke stayed on-world. The jedi texts remained elusive, but the planet’s dangers didn’t. Many animals attacked you out of pure instinct to protect their home, and storms and rockslides from the nearby cliff were annoyingly common.

An animal had sunk their teeth deep into your leg at some point and Luke immediately went into protection mode, even carrying you to a secluded spot to clean and dress your wound. The return of his softness, care, and openness as he asked repeatedly if you were all right and if you could walk almost made you tear up in relief. However, once you confirmed you would be fine and could walk by yourself, it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He still turned around to check on you many times as you continued your trek, holding out his hand to help you over any unsteady or slippery points on the ground. You relished the feeling of his warm skin against yours, eyeing your initials sewn in red on the new black leather glove you’d given him after his had been lost out the porthole. At least he hadn’t taken it off with a replacement he had lying around the Redeemer (and you knew for a fact he had some extras). That had to be a good sign—right?

Just as the two of you had put enough together to realize there was likely an abandoned temple somewhere up on the mountaintop, a torrential rain began. Luke was at your side in an instant, throwing his cloak over top of you and pulling the hood up over your head.

“This way! There’s an overhang!” he cried, R2 beeping urgently and zipping behind him.

He kept a firm hand on your back as he led you to a shallow lip in the mountainside that would perfectly shield you from the rain. It was small—so small, the two of you had to sit shoulder to shoulder while R2 tried to hide under a large leaf from a nearby plant.

The pounding of the rain almost drowned out the pounding of your heart in your ears as your and Luke’s breaths slowed. This was usually a time you wouldn’t hesitate to lean into Luke’s side or give his hand a reassuring squeeze, but you could still sense his deep anguish through the Force and decided against it.

The two of you had sat in silence before and it had always felt safe and comfortable. This time, it was the most awkward silence you’d ever experienced. You glanced at your friend out of the corner of your eye to catch his sad gaze before he quickly looked away.

“Luke, it’s okay—”

“I’m all right.” He looked anything but. The dark circles were still prevalent and he was beginning to look pale and gaunt. You hadn’t seen him eat much the past few days and he looked especially miserable in his soaked jedi blacks, his hair plastered to his forehead. You realized you were still wearing his cloak and tried to extend it so it wrapped around him as well. Where before he would’ve immediately leaned into you with a grateful smile, he kept himself stiff and stared straight ahead as if you weren’t even there.

“Luke, please, don’t torture yourself. I can guarantee you every jedi has done it at some point. It’s natural. It doesn’t make you—”

“Like my father,” he interrupted quietly, still staring off into the distance at something you couldn’t see.

“You’re nothing like him though,” you prodded gently, hoping this might get him to open up and let you back in. The distance of the last few days was about to make you crawl out of your skin.

“I am though. I have so many similarities to Anakin before his fall. I can’t become Vader—I can’t create another Vader. I—” He shook his head and turned away from you. “It wasn’t just a simple mistake. I have…to be a leader, I have to be able to set an example and protect people, I have to recreate an entire order…” He shook his head before turning to you, his face empty and distant once again. “I’m sorry. I’ll figure this out on my own.”

“But you don’t have to.”

Luke turned his gaze to his feet and was silent for a long time. “Once the rain lets up, we should make out way back to the ship. Then we can try to find a place to land on the mountain to find this temple.”

You sighed. “All right. It’s super foggy up there all the time from what I’ve seen though, so we’ll likely have to use the Force to land.”

He nodded before his silence once again felt like the closing of a tomb door.

~***~

A gentle tug on your nightshirt—well, Luke’s nightshirt—woke you from your sleep. You blinked your eyes open to see R2 by your bedside, chirping urgently with one of his retractable arms attached to the black fabric.

“R2?” you grumbled. “What’s going on?” You reached out through the Force to inspect the ship, realizing Luke’s Force signature felt much too far to be onboard. “Where’s Luke?”

R2 beeped again before letting go of your shirt and rolling towards the door. When you didn’t immediately follow, he whizzed back to your side and whistled again, this time more insistent before returning to the door.

“All right, all right, let me put some shoes on at least.”

You stuffed your feet into your boots, not even bothering to tie the laces in your haste before scurrying after R2. You followed him through the maze-like trees, doing your best to avoid the mud, but knew you’d be heard from a mile away with how soft the ground was. As you followed the astromech through the forest, familiar voices became clear and you couldn’t withhold your groan as you heard Obi-wan for what felt like the hundredth time this week. What bad advice was he giving now?

“…secret marriage with your mother,” he was saying as you neared the stumps they were both sitting on. “He seemed to fear something horrible happening to her in childbirth—or maybe even you and your sister. He seemed to think the dark side was the only way to save all three of you and allow you to live as a family.”

Finally sick of what was, frankly, Obi-wan’s bullshit, you stormed towards their spot. You were sure you looked extremely menacing in your pajamas and unlaced boots, stomping through the mud, but you didn’t care. “Maybe that’s because he was tricked!”

Luke looked back at you in surprise. The Force ghost sitting with him didn’t seem at all surprised by your presence, but you could see the sudden apprehension all over his blue glowing face.

“Y/N?” Luke said. “What are you—um—”

His eyes fell to your legs, but you didn’t give yourself a second to pause and think as you turned your attention to Obi-wan. “You know and have said yourself—because Luke told me—that no one in the order realized how dangerous Palpatine was, or at least didn’t act on their concerns at all, and just let Anakin get close to him because, by your own admission, you thought having an ‘in’ with the chancellor would be a good idea. You didn’t think for a second that maybe Palpatine was grooming him? That he was looking at the lack of comfort, safety, and being allowed to just feel your feelings like any sentient being should be able to do and played on that? You don’t think he provided everything to Anakin that the order wouldn’t specifically so it would all play right into his hands? And you still want to go around saying the ‘only’ reason he fell to the dark side was because he fell in love and had kids?”

“Unchecked emotions are not an option for a jedi—” Obi-wan began.

“I never said they were. But I’m tired of you making Luke,” you gestured to your friend, who was still staring at you in shock, “feel like he’s potentially ruined his entire future as a jedi because of one mistake he almost made—which I would like to point out he pulled himself back at the last minute and didn’t actually use the dark side—and if he ever makes it again, he’s going to become just like Vader. That’s not how that works and you know it. A jedi shouldn’t let their emotions control them, no, but to say they’re never even allowed to have them in the first place? That’s just ridiculous and you know it! If the jedi are going to hold everyone to standards of unattainable perfection, no wonder your order was so easily corrupted from the inside. Your order’s own hubris is what kept them from seeing what was happening right under their noses the whole time. No sentient being should be expected to never have ‘bad’ emotions or never make a mistake, and maybe if Anakin had felt more supported and like he had someone to turn to about his fears without getting excommunicated, he wouldn’t have turned so easily.

“Plus, we’ve met a few jedi who survived the Purge who went on to have ‘attachments’ and never fell to the dark side. I bet there were more jedi that just Anakin who had secret lovers and even children. You can’t tell me in a temple with ten thousand or more jedi that only one ever broke this rule because it’s so ridiculous and unrealistic to expect—”

Luke stood and put himself between you and Obi-wan. “Y/N, that’s enough. Please calm down. These accusations and the lecture aren’t fair to throw at Obi-wan when he’s just trying to help.”

Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. “You call this help? Ever since you started your nightly sessions with him, you’ve just felt even more guilty and confused and it’s only gotten worse. You’re not even sleeping or eating, and all over some rule that was likely hurting the order more than helping—”

“Y/N, stop—”

“No!” You gestured to the Force ghost’s crestfallen face. “Look at him! He knows I’m making sense. I overheard you the other night, and I think teaching healthy connection versus unhealthy possession to padawans is a great idea. They’ll feel supported while learning that there can be an unhealthy side to things if they’re not careful, but that having those feelings at a base level doesn’t make them evil and they can have someone to talk to about it without being villainized. You were so adamant about there still being good in Vader and bringing him back to the good side, even after everything he did. You know deep down that banning any and all relationships or ‘attachments’ or whatever you want to call them is toxic.”

Luke’s expression had become more guilty as you spoke, but now shifted to annoyed. “Whatever your opinions on this matter, you need to show Obi-wan more respect—”

“No,” Obi-wan finally said. “Stop.” He stood and took a few steps closer to you. “…She’s right. About everything.”

Neither of you bothered to hide your surprise as Obi-wan glanced at his feet before awkwardly folding his hands behind his back. “When I was a young padawan…very young, foolish and inexperienced…I was put on a mission with my master, Qui-gon Jinn, to protect a young woman from dark side agents who sought to terminate her and all the work she was doing to help her homeworld. We became close, and it was often just myself and her, since someone needed to stay behind to protect her while my master was the one to hunt down clues or chase our assailants away. We…” he sighed, looking up at the stars peeking through the tree canopy, “were naïve…and thought we were being careful…”

You sighed and shook your head. For all his blustering about “no attachments,” here he was revealing that he himself had broken the rule. You glanced at Luke as a gentle breeze blew through, rustling the branches above you. The fleeting moonlight revealed the shocked look on your friend’s face as he stared at his old mentor, and you could feel anger and slight betrayal building in his signature.

Obi-wan cleared his throat. “Anyway…I never knew during my lifetime, but once I passed to the Netherworld of the Force, I found out she had a child—our child. She never told me or the boy a thing about it and neither of them sought me out as a result. Luke, your father’s ghost could tell you more himself, but it’s likely true…his relationship with your mother was likely not the entire reason he fell to the dark side. We did allow Anakin and Palpatine to get close…and that was likely a mistake on our part. Palpatine had many years to subtly manipulate your father. The nightmares your father claims about seeing her dying in childbirth were perhaps even planted by the emperor himself. Perhaps if he’d felt he could be more candid without risking everything, things would’ve been easier.

“There’s one more thing I feel I should note while we’re all here…my son did continue the bloodline…and,” he took a deep breath, “his child—my grandchild—is…standing here with us.” He pointedly looked at you.

You stared back in open shock. You definitely hadn’t been expecting that. Luke turned to look at you, just as shocked. You couldn’t help but reach out to him for comfort, feeling the fabric of his jacket sleeve between your fingers as you gazed at a nearby tree, trying your best to process all the information.

Silence reigned for several minutes before Obi-wan interrupted with a hesitant, “Luke?”

Luke subtly slid his hand up so that his pinky finger wrapped around yours. The action nearly brought tears to your eyes, as it was the first return of physical affection you’d received in what felt like forever. “I just…” he started, then stopped, shaking his head. “You’ve been recommending that rule when you yourself couldn’t even hold to it…I feel a bit lied to, Obi-wan.”

“I’m sorry, Luke. Your friend here did give me her honest thoughts and it did give me a slightly new perspective. But you’re right, I should’ve been more forthcoming.”

“And to your own granddaughter,” Luke’s voice shook slightly on the last word as his finger tightened around yours.

“Yes…” Obi-wan turned to you. “I’m sorry. I was unsure how to reveal myself to you and didn’t want to confuse or upset either of you, so thought it would be best to keep some distance. But I see I have done that anyway and for that, I deeply apologize. But…yes, Y/N, you are a Kenobi. And Luke, I will support whatever you do or don’t decide to do with the new order. I trust your judgement and the two of you are both much wiser than I was at your ages. Whoever trains under either of you will be lucky to have you.” He sighed, turning back to his old pupil. “I sensed the turmoil in you, Luke, and just wanted to help, since I already lost your father to the dark side and didn’t want to risk losing you as well. But that is no excuse and I see I should’ve thought through my actions more beforehand. I am sorry.”

“I…I need some space to think,” Luke said before wrapping his whole hand around yours, giving you a gentle squeeze, and walking deeper into the forest. R2, who had been present and silently watching the entire conversation, began to follow him with a concerned beep. Luke placed a comforting hand on his dome. “It’s all right, R2, stay with Y/N.” You watched as the shadows of night swallowed him as he trekked deeper through the trees, leaving you and Obi-wan alone.

You sucked on your lip for a moment before turning your gaze to the man who was evidently your flesh and blood. “Well…um, hi, Grandpa.”

Obi-wan finally cracked a smile. “Hello there…I know I likely can’t say it enough, but I am sorry. Like I said, I was afraid of losing Luke to the dark side, but also afraid of watching you go through the same thing I did: the pain of losing someone you consider family and having to grieve them while they’re still alive.”

“I appreciate that…” You leaned against R2 as he whistled long and low. “But…I think the lessons from the past should be used to inform about the future—not cause fear that makes you run away from things and completely cut them off as options.”

“You truly are much wiser than I was at your age, and I am proud to call you my blood.” He paused, moving to clasp his hands in front of him so that the large flared sleeves hid them from view. “I think it might be best to give Luke some space until he feels comfortable summoning me again. If you are comfortable and feel you’re in need, however, please do not hesitate to summon me yourself if you feel the need.” He gazed at you for a moment before giving you another small smile. “I sense everything will be all right and as it should be with the two of you in time. Please, take good care of each other.” The ghost suddenly faded from view, his blue form scattering on the breeze like smoke before there was no trace of him left.

You sighed and buried your face in your hands. R2 gently bumped your leg as you groaned. “Maker, R2, that was…so much.”

The droid beeped sadly next to you.

“We should probably check on Luke, then head back to the ship.”

You followed the path your friend had taken to find yourself deep in the woods, only the scant slivers of moon through the canopy and the fireflies there to light your way. You sensed Luke’s Force signature getting closer and closer, until you heard soft voices floating over to you. Glancing between several trees, you saw Luke sitting with another Force ghost you recognized as Anakin Skywalker. They were deep in conversation and Anakin put his hand on his son’s shoulder as you heard the name Padmé float towards you several times. You quietly turned, motioning for R2 to do the same before leading him back to the Redeemer.

You barely dragged yourself up the boarding ramp before flopping down onto the couch in the main hold. The lights were dim, and you took an opportunity to let your head thunk against the back of the cushions. It was almost three in the morning and you were exhausted (but likely nothing compared to your counterpart), but determined to make sure Luke returned okay and headed to bed. You closed your eyes for a moment only to feel R2’s retractable arm poking your leg, surprised to feel metal against your bare skin.

You stared at the droid in surprise as he continued to poke your leg with questioning little beeps. You looked down and groaned as you realized. “Oh, for kriff’s sake.” No wonder you’d gotten some funny looks: before storming after Luke, you’d completely forgotten to put on pants and had lectured everyone in Luke’s shirt and your underwear. Sweet Maker.

~***~

You bit your lip as you gripped the Redeemer’s controls. “Okay, help me out a bit here, R2.”

The droid tittered nervously from where he was plugged into a socket near the pilot’s chair. You looked nervously at the thick fog that enveloped the ship. You…sort of knew how to fly? You doubted you’d be much help in a firefight the way Luke would, but you could at least get from Point A to Point B—at least when Point B wasn’t covered in mist so opaque, you couldn’t see an inch out the viewport.

“Stupid kriffing flying,” you mumbled, “and stupid kriffing mysterious Force temple aesthetic.”

Normally, you would’ve relied on Luke for this sort of thing, but after returning from his talk with Anakin’s ghost, he’d crashed so hard, he hadn’t even noticed you quietly come into his room to check on him this morning. He was still sound asleep when you’d gently pulled his blanket to cover his feet, soft snores pouring from his open mouth, his limbs every which way, and his hair in complete disarray. It was likely the first good night’s sleep he’d gotten in days and you wouldn’t rob him of that. It was now eleven in the morning and he still hadn’t emerged from his room, so you figured you’d just go ahead and get the ship settled by the temple so all he had to worry about was waking up and stepping outside. But now you realized that might not have been the best idea.

Relax, you suddenly heard Obi-wan’s voice in your mind. Breathe. Drop your shoulders. Now feel the Force.

You did as bade, leaning so your back was flat against the seat and closing your eyes. You sank into the comforting feeling of life around you, sensing all the animals on the mountaintop scattering to the trees and bushes at the sound of your engines. You sensed a line of statues on either side of you and let the ship slowly sink down to the nearby ground with a gentle thunk. You opened your eyes and sighed in relief as you felt the landing legs of the shuttle settle into safe, sturdy ground.

“What’s going on?”

You turned to see a bleary, pajama-clad Luke in the doorway rubbing one of his eyes with his fist. He hadn’t put his glove over his cybernetic, the hole exposing the wiring laid bare for you to see. The two of you had shared enough private (and sometimes embarrassing) moments that you were one of the few people he didn’t bother to hide it from.

“We’re at the temple.”

He frowned and you tried not to chuckle at how adorably confused he looked with his nightshirt, shorts, and bedhead. “You landed the ship in the fog?”

You half-jokingly pursed your lips at him. “Thanks.”

“No, I just meant—I didn’t—I mean, you’re definitely capable—”

You stood and gave Luke’s shoulder a gentle pat. “Why don’t you go get some breakfast so you can function while we’re in there?”

He nodded before turning and stumbling over to the small kitchenette he’d installed, giving R2 a friendly pat on the way and making tea for both of you like he always did. The past few days, you’d found your drink waiting on the counter with Luke nowhere in sight and couldn’t describe the relief that flooded through you when he did his usual routine of bringing it to where you sat at the table with a small smile and shoulder squeeze. You could still sense some confusion and worry in him and he was quieter than usual—but at least the little signs of affection were slowly starting to come back and he wasn’t avoiding you like the plague.

Once you were both ready (and more coherent), the two of you headed down the landing ramp with lightsabers ready at your hips and an astromech fast on your heels. Although neither of you had found a full-fledged temple in your travels, plenty of places that held Force artifacts also seemed to hold a large amount of ghosts, dangers, visions, and boobytraps. The mist was suddenly much easier to see through now that you had your feet on the ground, which could only be a result of the Force itself.

You followed an overgrown, cracked cobblestone path lined with statues that had been worn away by the weather. You could just make out shapes of what seemed to be different jedi of all races: some were so eroded, you couldn’t even tell what race they were anymore while others were missing limbs, heads, entire upper torsos, and the like. You glanced back at the ship to see you’d landed it perfectly in the middle of the path and couldn’t help feeling proud of yourself. You turned to see Luke glancing at you and chuckled as he sensed your thoughts through the Force.

“Don’t get too cocky now,” he said.

“I mean, I did a pretty good job.”

He gave you another soft laugh. “That you did.”

At the end of the path were some unstable concrete steps leading up into a dark, black pit of a doorway. Half of it’s old fashioned double doors hung crooked on its hinges while the other half lay flat on the floor. You could see the roof had holes in many places while some rooms had crumbling half walls with nothing to shield it from the outside, making you wonder whether the elements had wrecked this place or a battle had.

Luke held out a hand to help you up the steep, crumbling steps, keeping a tight grip on you until you stood at the mouth of the void. The two of you took a deep breath in unison before descending.

~***~

The relief flooding through you as Home One came into view was indescribable, and you could tell Luke felt the same way from the pilot seat next to you. You glanced at him as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting R2 take over. After several hours, you and Luke had managed to find the ancient jedi texts you were looking for inside the temple. Ironically, they had mentioned the no attachment rule themselves, but with a twist—categorizing them as a specific form of unhealthy possession instead of the encouraged healthy connection, just as Luke had described to Obi-wan. It seemed “no attachment” equating all potential relationships was added later. When you’d pointed this out to Luke as the two of you sat hunched over the old parchment, he’d merely nodded before moving on. But you could feel the conflict deep in him, as well as a bone-deep exhaustion that seemed it would take more than just a day or two off to undo.

Just as the Redeemer neared Home One’s hangar, Luke took the controls back over and expertly landed the ship in the bay. He kept his hands on the controls for a few moments and gazed out at the hustle and bustle in front of him, completely lost in thought.

After a few more minutes of this, you gently touched his arm. “Um…Luke? Are you all right?”

He startled before nodding. “Yes, sorry.” He unbuckled himself before standing with you and gesturing for you to go ahead of him. He hung back a few steps as you descended the boarding ramp and you felt your stomach twist as you sensed not all was right with him. Once your feet had hit the floor of the hangar, you turned to see your friend and his droid had stopped several steps up.

“Are you coming?” you asked, fearing the answer.

He hesitated, glancing behind you for a moment as Leia strode over to you from the other side of the bay. “I…think I need a few days to myself to work through everything. This was a lot to process, and I sense some important decisions about the new jedi order need to be made before moving forward.”

You sighed and let your shoulders sink, avoiding his gaze. You had hoped after everything that happened on Khofar, things would go back to the way they were before. Now, they were apparently in jeopardy all over again.

Sensing your turmoil, Luke descended the final few steps of the ramp to stand in front of you, putting gentle hands on your upper arms. “I will come back, I promise. I won’t just abandon you. I just want some time and space to myself to think and not be distracted by all the hustle and bustle of people through the Force.”

You fought the telltale burning of tears in your eyes. “But you’ve always taken me with you when you needed that before.”

“I know.” His own eyes reflected your sadness right back at you. “But you haven’t done anything wrong, and I promise this isn’t goodbye. I just need two or three days, then I’ll be right back. You have my word.”

“Luke!” Leia called with a smile as she got closer.

Luke raised his hand to wave before turning back to you. His eyes turned sad again as he gently wiped a tear away from your cheek you hadn’t realized escaped. “I’ll come back for you, I promise.” He hesitated, staring into your eyes for a moment with lips stretched thin, before taking your face between his hands and leaving a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead.

You tried not to cry even more as Leia finally caught up with you, wrapping her brother in a tight hug before looking at him in surprise. “You’re leaving again?” She glanced at you where you stood rigidly gripping your bag’s shoulder strap amidst the usual chaos of the hangar. “And Y/N isn’t going with you?”

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Luke said, trying to morph his face into something reassuring, but you could sense his own anxiety pouring through your connection. “Just two to three days.”

Leia glanced at you again before turning an almost scolding look on Luke, crossing her arms over her chest. “Jedi business?”

“Yes,” Luke said, quickly turning to go. You knew from past experience he was rushing to leave before Leia’s commanding tone made his resolve crumble. “I’ll have my comm on if there’s an emergency.”

And just like that, he and R2 disappeared into the ship. As the boarding ramp slowly closed, you had half a mind to jump in anyway and insist he take you with—but that wouldn’t have helped anything. And to be honest, after the experience of the last three days, you were much too exhausted to fight anymore.

You and Leia took several steps back as the Redeemer slowly rose up, turned, then sped out the hangar’s opening towards the darkness. You bit your lip to avoid a show of emotion in front of the princess—you’d never had to watch the ship you had come to know as home leave without you and it was jarring sight. Would your room ever feel the same again? Or would Luke decide he would honor the no attachment rule anyway, and your relationship would turn into something permanently cold, distant, and formal? Just two jedi who work together instead of two good friends. It didn’t help that he hadn’t given you any indication which way he was leaning.

“Okay,” Leia turned to you, arms still crossed over her chest and her brow stern. “Now what’s really going on?”

You finally met her eyes, unable to hold back the tears anymore as you continued to suck on your lip.

Leia’s fiery resolve crumbled and she immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Hey, what’s going on?” Some annoyance reentered her gaze. “What did my brother do?”

“Um,” you warbled, wiping some tears away with your sleeve as they fell down your face, “it’s a long story.”

Leia gently rubbed your back. “Well, it’s time for dinner.” She started gently leading you towards the back doors. “Why don’t we both order some food to my quarters and you can tell me all about it? See if I can help?”

You merely nodded, desperate for comfort as you leaned into Leia’s embrace. Once at her quarters sat in front of a healthy smattering of food, you tearfully told her everything. When you got to the part about Obi-wan’s bad advice, she groaned with a sweet Maker, staring at you in shock when you revealed he’d told you that you were also a Kenobi. She sighed and face palmed again at some of her brother’s actions and ended the story with a look on her face that was so annoyed, you knew that look alone would’ve shut the entire problem building over the last several days down in seconds. She tried to reassure you that Luke didn’t have it in him to leave you as the two of you ate, but you could sense her own frustration and worry through the Force.

After eating, you used her attached refresher to wash up, cry for a few minutes in private, and splash some water on your face so you weren’t a spectacle walking back to your own quarters—which hadn’t been used in months with how often you’d been out and about with Luke on the Redeemer. You realized you’d come to think of that set of quarters as your room much more than the one here on Home One and the thought almost made you cry again. You sniffled before sighing and doing your best to keep it together long enough to say goodbye to Leia and walk towards your own bed.

As you reentered the main area of the princess’s apartments, you found them empty, but could hear her voice floating from a side room. You quietly made your way forward to see her in a small den, sitting agitated, straight backed on the edge of a chair with a comm close to her mouth. You couldn’t make out the words, but heard Luke’s voice float through the comm back to her and it felt like your heart twisted and dropped into your stomach at the sound.

“Luke, you know I love you and I understand the immense pressure you’re under,” Leia replied, her voice quiet but still filled with a firm sharpness that brooked no room for argument, “but you need to get it together—”

You quickly escorted yourself out, your speed walking just a step down from running towards your room as you kept your head trained on your feet. The burning in your eyes was building again and you felt your chest constrict the closer you got to the familiar, but lately unused bedroom door, and couldn’t help reliving that feeling of a tomb door booming closed between you and Luke, sealing your fates.

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Alastor x reader + Vox x reader ( Slight Valentino x reader )

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Warnings: implied fem!reader, cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of sex, mentions of killing / violence, Valentino being a horny bastard, Alastor calls himself a serial killer, slightest mention of drugs, drunk sex, Lilith unintentionally plays matchmaker while her man is drunk on her arm, Valentino and Vox bicker for like two seconds, smut with a bit of plot, praise kink!, name calling, P in V, no protection ( WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP )

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“ I hope you all enjoy the rest of the party! Let us celebrate!” Lucifer said, Lilith smiling proudly by his side. Everyone cheered, raising they’re glasses up. Some had a hard alcohol, some had alcohol with drugs, and some filled with champagne, the prudes with water others with blood. All glasses were raised in a toast to the new year. As everyone began to split into small conversations, I took the time to walk around a bit, admiring the MorningStar estate. Lilith’s theme this year has been Masquerade. She had, so the rumor goes, a new dress made for her in honor of her daughter’s new hotel opening up. Though her daughter was no where to be seen at this lavish party.

I made my way towards one of the large doors, which opened to the wrap around balcony that went around the third floor, with stairs connecting to the second and fourth floor on opposite ends. From where I had been standing on the balcony, I could see the clear garden and outstretched further, a large body of red water. I leaned onto the railing, taking a sip from my glass as I stared at the red moon.

It’s almost time for the New Year to start. That means the angels are coming to do a bit of a… clean up. Some had started early. Not like it mattered to the higher up demons who took sanction at the Morningstar mansion every year. Keeping most of Hell’s ranks in place. Aside from the few individuals that liked to fight the angels. Usually to earn bragging rights.

I had never done so myself, seeing as it was a waste of time. Not like killing one would get me out of here anyways. However, it definitely didn’t go unnoticed how there seemed to be more people at the party this year. I fixed the back of my mask, securing it tightly onto my head.

“ You seem bored.” I heard from beside me. I didn’t give myself time to react, I simply continued to stare at the moon.

“ And if I was? What do you suppose you could do about it?” I asked, my nails digging into the palm of my hand, nerves rattling.

“ What would you like me to about it?” He said, and it didn’t take long for me to realize who I was speaking too.

“ Hello Valentino.” I said, taking a sip from my glass with a roll of my eyes. This horny bastard.

“ What gave it away?” He asked as he took his mask off with a grin.

“ You’re horrible personality.” I responded, downing the last of my champagne.

“ Never expected the daughter of a sin to be so hostile. Maybe you need someone to teach you a lesson, hm~?” He said, his finger coming to caress my face, making me look at him, his nose getting closer to mine.The flirting was the usual, but the suggestiveness in his tone seemed to strike something else in me. Something hot.

“ Keep your dick in your pants Val.” Oh goodie, a third party. How much more interesting could this get? Valentino pulls away from me with a chuckle. I huffed and spun my glass in a circle, now kind of sad I finished my drink.

“ Or what? Gonna make me~?” Valentino teased, before he was pushed to the side.

“ I think this conversation is done. I’m going back inside. Have fun sucking each other off.” I say, clearly annoyed as I let go of my glass, letting it fall from the balcony and onto the ground where a faint shatter can be heard.

“ Oh doll don’t leave so soon- ow!” Valentino says.

“ Honestly Val, control yourself.” Vox replies, now clearly over his shit. I make my way back inside, pushing through the crowds of people as I make my way to the opposite side of the room, connected to yet another balcony. Thankfully, this side seemed to be far less intriguing, which meant no disturbances.

“ Oh Y/n~!” I hear, and it’s Lilith as she pushed the door open, walking with her dead husband and Alastor behind her. “ I have someone I want you to meet.” She says with a smile, as if I didn’t know who he was. Of course I knew who he was. How could I not? “ Al this is-“ Lilith begins, but I save her the time.

“ Y/n L/n. I know who your name so you can save the introductions. What is this about Lilith?” I ask, silencing Alastor, his smile turning from friendly to now nervous, watching Lilith’s express change to annoyance.

“ Well, I wanted you two to try and get alone. However, seeing as you both already know of each other I’ll leave you both to it.” She said, turning with her husband drunkenly holding onto her arm as she brought him back inside. “ Oh, Alastor please make sure she get’s home safe.” Lilith said, before shutting the door and going back into the party. Like I needed him.

“ So… you get out much?” I asked, before Alastor smiled. This is gonna be a long night.

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“ Another one?” Alastor asks, as he hands me another glass, this time of whiskey. I cant really remember how much I’ve had to drink at this point ; nor do so care.

“ Don’t be silly. This is nothing.” I say, taking a large sip from my glass, ignoring the burning in my throat. “ Cmon have some. Have a drink with me.” I say, giggling slightly as I lean into him, the coolness of the railing helping me cool down.

“ I don’t know dear, you heard Lilith, get you home safe.” He responds. I groan and lay my head on his shoulder.

“ Al cmon, please.” I whine, setting my glass on the floor, before my arms go to wrap around his waist, pulling him into a hug. “ Have a drink, please.” I beg, and I can feel the way he laughs, his voice ringing through his chest. I press my cheek to the middle of his chest, before tightening my hold on him.

“ Dear, you know I can’t do that.” Alastor says, and I groan. Stupid Lilith for having some dumb emotional claim on me and stupid Alastor for listening to her.

“ Just have one, please, for me.” I beg, hands tugging as his, what used to be, neatly ironed vest, his jacket hanging soundly on the railing.

“ Darling, you do realize your asking a serial killer to have a drink with you. What if I kill you?” Alastor asks, as I stare up at him through my lashes, face still close to his chest. His arms move to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

“ I don’t mind dying twice.” I say with a small giggle, and Alastor lets a large smile take over his face, as a sound of a crowd laughing plays from Alastor.

“ Fine. One drink.” Alastor says, as I let out a celebratory squeal, throwing my arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.

“ See, you’ll have fun I promise!” I say, bending down to grab my drink as we head inside to get Alastor one as well.

A few drinks later, Alastor and I are back on the balcony, laughing as I take my shoes off and attempt to walk in a straight line, holding the sides of my dress up so I can see my feet.

“ Am I doing it?” I ask as Alastor crouches down to see if I’m in a straight line or not.

“ I think so! You’re doing great dear!” Alastor says as he throws his head back, finishing the rest of his drink. So far, at least from what I can remember, Alastor has has five drinks of a name I can’t remember right now, and I’ve had eight cups of whiskey. Neither one of us are sober enough to think of anything coherent. As I continue to walk, I wobbly a bit and Alastor laughs as I try to keep my balance. “ Almost there! A few more steps!” Alastor encourages and I try my hardest to do it correctly. I take a few more steps before I let the sides of my dress go, throwing my hands in air in excitement, I had finally made it to him.

“ I told you, I told you I could do it!” I said laughing as Alastor stood, his arms wrapped around my waist, spinning my around as my feet were lifted from the ground.

“ You did wonderfully dear! m’so very proud of you!” He said, laughing as he set me down. His praise causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach, almost knocking the wind out of me. As Alastor was about to pull back from me I tightened my hold around his shoulders.

“ Say it.” I said, my voice in a hushed whisper. I could feel him tense under my hold.

“ W-what? Dear-“ Alastor asked, confused, as his hands moved to settle on my waist, above the large poof of my dress.

“ I wanna hear it again. Wanna hear you say your proud of me again.” I say, hands running down the tops of his shoulders to brush his shoulder blades. He shivers a bit, before there’s a soft kiss on my shoulder, the strap of mg dress falling slightly.

“ I’m so proud of you. You did so good for me.” It comes as a whisper, but it’s more than enough to have me squeeze my thighs together. The air is tense, and neither one of us move for a bit. It’s quiet, the only noise coming from inside, where the guests are in a whole other world. Alastor leans up a bit, cause my hands to fall to the front of his arms. His eyes are dark, different from before.

“ A-are you okay?” I ask, stomach suddenly empty. The look he’s giving me isn’t one I can pinpoint. He doesn’t speak, leaving my question unanswered as he leans closer to me as I impulsively back up, trying to create space. Maybe I should’ve listened to him when he said he was a killer. What if I really do die twice? It’s only when my back hits the cool meta bar or the balcony railing that I realize he’s caged me in. How dumb can I be? I don’t say anything, holding my breath as Alastor get’s closer, his hands now on either side of me, holding onto the railing. Since when did he roll his sleeves up? That was new, or at least something new I had noticed. I glance from his forearms, which were decorated in lovely veins that stuck out as he held onto the metal, before looking back at him, his eyes holding a cold stare. “ Al-“ I couldn’t finish, Alastor closing the gap between us with a kiss, and it was rough. Like if the kindness I had seen a second ago was all a facade. Regardless, I kissed back, my hands holding onto the railing behind me for support. He was quick, his hand moving up my side carefully, over my ribs, up the side of my breaste up gently sweeping over my shoulder. Before I could process what was happening I felt a harsh grip on my throat.

He was choking me. I let out a small gasp at the attack, my hands letting go of the railing as I reached forward to hold onto his wrist, while he had taken the chance to quite literally shove his tongue down my throat. I couldn’t breathe, gasping for hair as he continued to kiss me, my hands holding on his wrist for what little life I had left. My eyes began to water, my throat feeling as if it was closing up, my head spinning with the lack of air and the intensity of our makeout. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, Alastor pulled away, his hand falling to my side, his kissed descending down my cheek and to my jaw. Tears had began to fall from my eyes, partially out of relief that I wasn’t dead ( again ) and partially because the ache between my legs, despite my lack of air moments prior, had grown increasingly stronger.

“ Your skin is soft.” Alastor says, kissing my cheek one last time before pulling back to stair at me. His eyes light up in amusement at my current state. Panting and catching my breath, my hair is probably a mess and my lips are sore, most likely swollen while my hand unconsciously moves to massage my neck, where his hand had previously been. “ Was I too rough?” Alastor asks, his hand gently moving mine out of the way, his hands gently massaging my neck. I nod a bit, as one of his hands moves to wipe a tear that had fallen.

“ Do it again.” I say. Alastor stops, blinking at me a few times. He seems shocked I would request for him to do it again. My hands reach up to his, forming his hands around my neck. “ Please.” I say, before there’s a shit eating grin on his face.

“ Hm, why? Why should I? Do you like it?” Alastor asks, his hands squeezing ever so slightly. I nod, quickly hoping he’d carry on with it. I begin to fidget, my legs squeezing intensely together to try to relieve some of the stress I feel. Alastor seems to have noticed, because he removes his hands from my neck, before bending down to grab his now empty glass. “ Let’s go.” Alastor says, before I rush behind him, slipping my shoes on quickly and trying to tame my hair. I follow him like a pathetic puppy through the crowds of people, determined not to lost him.

I push through the crowd of people, my mask discarded and probably the only thing i’m clutching onto. As if things couldn’t be much harder for me, everyone began to get a lot closer together, some making out with one another, probably with they’re tops off, others passing a blunt along a line, everything seemed to happen all at once. Looking up I finally realized why. It was ten o’clock. Two hours before the new year. Everyone was cramming together, trying to be at the front of the large ball in the front of the room, which would signal the new year.

I panic when I see Alastor far ahead of me, people in my way of him. He seems to be having a specific destination in mind, since he hasn’t looked back at me since we started walking. I push through the people that are in my way, only one thing on my mind. Getting to Alastor. I had finally pushed through the last few people before I had reached as far as I could to grab onto him. He turned around, looking at my quickly before his hand moved to hold mine, leading me to wherever it was he wanted to go. “ I apologize love, I should’ve done this earlier.” Alastor says, his hand holding onto mine tightly as we continue to walk through the busy crowd. It’s only when we push through two large doors that I realize he had been leading me to the garden this entire time.

“ Why are we here?” I ask, now suddenly confused. Alastor pays no mind to my question, a staff appearing at his side, now fully dressed in his tailcoat. In front of him a portal opens, and on the other side is… a room?

“ Come now dear, time to finish what we started.” Alastor said, waiting for me to follow him through the portal.

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I don’t know how long we’ve been like this. Going from a disastrous crowd to now a fit of giggles and kisses, the alcohol seeping back into my system reminding me just how much I drank. My lipstick is smeared, my dress is hiked up and bunched at my hips while my back is against the wall, my hands occupying themselves through Alastor’s hair, careful of his antlers. The straps of my dress fall as Alastor moves his kisses down to my neck, sucking at my pulse point. Everything feels that much more intense and hot, his knee between my thighs, giving me just enough friction not to come undone but to have some relief. There’s an old cd on Alastor’s record player, though it seems pointless.

All coherent thoughts leave my mind when I feel Alastor teeth sink into my shoulder, my back arching a bit into him, hips stuttering. “ Oh, oh my god. W-wait Alastor you, hmph.”My mind feels fuzzy, blank, his knee just right to rub my clit in the most delicious way my toes curl. Alastor pulls away from my shoulder, and with the way it aches I just know there’s definitely going to be a mark there by tomorrow.

“ Too much? Can’t handle it?” Alastor asked, moving to kiss the other side of my neck.

“ No no no, I can I can. I just, too quick. Too much, mm” Alastor raised his brows.

“ Too quick? Darling you won’t be thinking that when I’m done with you.” Alastor said, and it was the only warning I had gotten before I felt two of his fingers sliding down my folds.

“ Al- Oh yes.” Two of his fingers pushed, almost bullied their way through my pussy, achingly slow and almost frustrating. However, when I felt the tip of his fingers curl a bit, I knew it would be worth the wait. He gradually picked up the pace, his fingers moving in and out, picking up the pace every few seconds. The sounds were obscene, almost straight out of one of Valentinos porno’s. When had he even found the time to take make panties off? We’re they even off? I couldn’t tell, handing gripping the edge of my dress, holding it up for him as my hips began to grind down onto his hand. “ Please please please.” The words fell with no actual meaning. I could feel my stomach start to turn, tightening, just a bit more.

“ Please what? What do you want?” Alastor asked, his fingers moving quicker, almost too fast. Tears began to form, my eyes watering and my vision turning hazy. My legs spread further apart, wanting more.

“ More, more I want more.” I said frantically, practically riding his fingers.

“ More what? Use your words. I wanna hear it. I know you can.” Alastor said, his thumb coming up to circle my clit, my eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

“ Mm, wanna cum, please please let me cum. Please.” I cried, tears falling down the sides of my face, head back against the wall while my back arched, his fingers moving at a brutal pace.

“ Do you deserve to cum? Do you think I should let you?” Alastor asked, before I nodded frantically, feeling drool spill from the corners of mg mouth.

“ Yes, yes I do! P-please! I swear I’ll be good, jus’ - oh - jus-t for you. All for you.” The words spilled before I could even register what I was thinking. Alastor grinned, before he slipped a third finger in.

“ I think you’ve been a good girl tonight, don’t you think? Go on, cum all over my fingers like a good girl. My good girl.” Fuck if that didn’t do it. I came, hard, all over his fingers, and he fucked me through my orgasm with his fingers, his lips catching my own in a kiss, swallowing up all my moans.

“ Mm, Alastor too much. T-too much.” I said, pushing his hand away, while his fingers continued to move in and out of me. Everything felt like so much, everything was hot and it felt like my head was spinning.

“ Let’s get this dress off, hm?” Alastor said, finally pulling his fingers out, and watching as a string of slick connected from his fingers to my pussy, almost embarrassing at how he stared, separating his fingers slowly and watching them almost stick my back together. “ Let me clean these real quick.” Alastor said, before bringing his fingers up to my mouth.

“ Suck.” He said, his tone demanding. I took two of his fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, tasting myself on his fingers. With a ‘pop’ I took his third and final finger into my mouth, trying to please him as best as I could. He pulled his finger from my mouth before kissing the top of my forehead. He pulled me away from the wall a bit, his hands reaching to the back of my dress and pulling at the zipper, tugging it down. The straps of my dress had began to fall, and only now did I realize I hadn’t worn a bra, since the dress had one built in. The dress fell to the floor, and my hands had quickly went to cover myself. �� Do not. I want to see all of you.” Alastor said, that same demanding tone taking over again.

In a matter of minutes we both end up on the bed, Alastor’s clothes being messily thrown off while trying to stay as close to me as possible. It was addicting, to be so close to one another like this. His hands raked my sides, before stoping to cup one of my breasts. His kisses has faltered, moving down to my collar bone. “ Mm, c-careful.” I said, knowing that my breasts had been extra sensitive due to the confinement of the dress. Though that did anything but make Alastor gentle. From palming my breast he had pinched and pulled at my nipple, moving down to suck the other. My hips had a mind of their own, trying to find some friction while Alastor’s hips kept my legs apart in a torturous position.

“ Look at you, my good girl, so responsive.” Alastor said, before switching his assault to the opposite breast, before pinching the other, drawing a loud moan from me that was almost pornographic.

“ P-please, careful, they’re, mm fuck, they’re sensi- oh yes - mm they’re sensi, sensit-tive.” The stuttering of my words made him grin, pulling away from my breast that was now covered in marks.

“ Are they? I wonder how sensitive they are.” Alastor said, using both hands to grope them. He was rough, not caring about being soft anymore. “ Wondered how pretty they would look at that party. Stumbling around wearing a dress not knowing what eyes are watching.” He said, giving a particular rough squeeze. I hissed, back arching while my hands had gripped at the bedsheets. Spreading my legs, I felt my mind start to turn to jelly.

“ Please, I need you.” I said hoping he would understand what I meant.

“ Where? Where do you need me? Be a good girl use your words.” Alastor said, his hands moving to run down my sides, before he began to caress my thighs.

“ Need you, p-please don’t make me say it.” I begged, and it was pathetic but so was admitting to him that I wanted to be fucked. He shook his head, sliding his hands under my knees and pushing my legs up a bit.

“ If you don’t say it I’ll just leave you like this. You wouldn’t want that would you?” Alastor asked, and I shook my head furiously, not wanting to be edged. “ Tell me what you want, what you need.” He said, his eyes staring right through me.

“ Need you, need you to fuck me Alastor. Please! I’ll be good I promise! I promise I’ll be good. I jus’ need you. Need you now. Can’t wait any longer.” I begged, and Alastor smiled wide, pressing my knees back.

“ Hold your legs there. You let them go and you won’t like what’s next.” Alastor said, and he was firm as he spoke. I nodded, holding my legs where he had left them. “ Tell me if I need to stop, okay?” Alastor asked, before I nodded. He stroked himself a few times, using the pre-cum as a lubricant. He was careful when moving at first, going slow, and trying to sink in inch by inch…

so this is unfinished 😅, i got lazy but i don’t wanna keep this in my drafts so here it is!

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Midnight - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: enemies to lovers, frat boy Bucky, arguing, smut - 18+

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“You’re going to have to loosen up a bit,” Kate grinned behind her glass, “no one likes a stuffy boss.”

Lola rolled her eyes, busing herself with the charcuterie board she spent way too much time trying to perfect.

“Lucky for us, I’m nobody’s boss.”

Her friend huffed, “quit being dramatic. You’re still in charge, just not…”

“Please,” Lola interrupted, “do not say it. out. loud.”

The last eight hours had been the most humiliating hours of her life.

She paced her office. Wearing a track into the dark gray carpet. You’ve got this. You’re going to be great. You’ve earned this. Lola kept repeating over and over in her head. CEO was a big title and right now, her name was the front-runner for the spot.

Lola jumped at the sound of a knock on her office door, followed by Kate’s head poking through the crack, “You ready? Everyone is gathering in the pit.”

She sucked in a breath, smoothing down the maroon sweater dress she picked out for this moment, “It’s normal to wanna puke right?”

Kate laughed, bringing a smile to her own face, “You’ll be fine,” she paused, her eyes tracking Lola’s body, “but don’t puke on that dress, I want to borrow it next week.” Tossing her a wink, she linked her arm with Lola's, pulling her from the office.

They made their way to the pit. A collection of cubicles at the bottom of a grand staircase led to the most prestigious offices. That were big enough to live in. It was her time for one of them.

“Alright, everyone! Thank you so much for joining us this morning.” Stephen Strange smiled at the sea of employees in front of him as he stood front and center on the staircase, “As you all may have heard, it’s time for me to relinquish control of this ship.”

Lola’s eyes fell onto the one man who with one look dug under her skin. His smug smile was firm under the sharp cheekbones and stubble. The navy blue suit he wore was pressed and strained against the hidden muscles of his biceps and forearms. The shiny metal of his left hand complimented the blue.

“Why is he up there?” Kate’s hushed voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She shrugged. Maybe he was getting fired in front of the entire company. That would be a sight.

“This person has truly proved and earned their way in taking care of this company, so without further adieu, I would like to introduce you to your new CEO,”

“Holy shit,” Kate muttered, Lola’s eyes dragging to her friend and colleague. Her brows knitted together in confusion.

“Wh–”

“James Barnes!”

The applause erupted around her as her heart thumped in her chest. Her brain took a moment to catch up and as it did, she spun back toward the two men. Crystal blue eyes bore into her, the same smug grin she wanted to smack off of his stubbled face plastered like horrible graffiti against his toned skin.

“You’ve gotta be fu–”

“Uhh.. hello?” Kate’s hand waved in front of her face, “Earth to Lola, you’re doing that thing again.” She said sipping her drink once more, “your eyes are all glossy and you’re staring off into space.”

“Well can you blame me?” Lola snapped, instantly regretting the outburst as she saw the hurt flash across her friend’s face. “Sorry,” she winced.

“Look, I know it hurts but you gotta put your game face on,” Kate reassured with a gentle hand on her arm. “Everyone’s been looking forward to your party for weeks and there’s no way you’re gonna give that asshole Barnes the satisfaction of knowing he’s got to you.”

Kate walked around the island with another glass of wine in her hand.

“Get this down, lighten up, and enjoy the night!”

Lola smiled tightly and nodded, but when Kate wasn’t looking she switched out her drink for sparkling water, putting it in a glass with a few ice cubes and a lime wedge. There was no way she was letting her guard down tonight, especially not in front of that snake.

As they joined the rest of their coworkers who were enjoying their time, surrounded by music, eating finger foods, and drinking their troubles away. In her peripheral vision, she saw the bane of her existence at the bar smugly boasting about his new position.

"Kate, I don't think I can do this." She breathed in her best friend's ear while clutching her hand for dear life.

"Yes, you can. Be the badass I know you are." Kate squeezed her friend's hand, before wandering into the crowd to mingle with their coworkers.

Lola took a deep breath, and cleared her throat, as she plastered a smile onto her face and followed suit. Greeting her guests, and enjoying the company around her. Bucky Barnes was only one person, and he was not ruining this for her. Her company's New Years' party was the staple of the year and it was her favorite night. Despite that man taking attention to himself, Lola knew it would die down once the actual stress of the job got to him, something she also knew he couldn't handle. That fact alone made a smirk cross her lips as she sauntered to the living room and over to the group of men.

"Hello, gentlemen! Enjoying yourselves?" She asked, taking a sip from her glass.

"Came over to congratulate me, did ya, Anderson?" Bucky smirked.

Sucking in a deep breath, Lola turned her gaze to meet his, "I believe I greeted gentlemen Barnes, and last time I checked you don't fall under that category."

A muffle of snickers came from the other men as Sam clapped Bucky on the shoulder, "she's got you there," he laughed.

Bucky grunted and drained his glass of champagne. Lola brought in the good stuff, even if she wasn’t drinking tonight, she wanted everyone else to enjoy it, maybe rave about her party for a good few weeks into January, preferably around Barnes — just to really get on his nerves with the constant mention of it.

“Careful, or that’ll go straight to your head.”

“What’s it to you, Lo-la?” Bucky replied, tongue clicking against his teeth as he sounds out her name, a little patronizingly but she wouldn’t expect anything less from him. “I’m celebrating.”

Lola’s eyes narrowed, arms crossed in front of her. “Mmm yes, we’re all celebrating, that’s why we’re here.”

Bucky fake gasped and brought his hand to his chest. “You mean you did all this for me?! Aw shucks, you shouldn’t have.”

She couldn't keep the snarl off of her face. He infuriated her. Less experience, and less time at the company... he only got promoted because he was a fucking man.

"I'm surprised you're here. I'm actually shocked that your ego fit through the doorway."

Bucky leaned forward, still wearing that shit-eating grin of his.

"I didn't know you could be funny. You're usually such a stuck-up bitch at work."

"Only to you, Barnes."

"That's sir to you, darlin'," he purred as his eyes lit up.

She glared at him, her heart pounding. Lola could almost see red. She wanted to grab his champagne glass and toss the drink in his face. Instead, she looked down at her claw-like fingernails, painted dark red, and clicked her tongue.

"If it's your New Year's wish to be castrated tonight, all you had to do was ask. Because if you call me that again, you'll be using your balls as ice cubes." She reached up and smacked him on the arm as hard as she could. He flinched a little and she grinned. "Have a great, night, James."

A chorus of oh’s and gasps came from the men and women who had just witnessed the interaction. Lola stormed into the kitchen, Kate and Yelena following right behind.

“Do you WANT to lose your job, Lola??” Kate screamed at her as soon as the door shut.

“It’s not like he didn’t deserve it.” Yelena pointed out as she popped an olive from her martini in her mouth. “I’m glad you stood up for yourself Lola”

Lola took a deep breath and looked at the spread of food that she had gotten ready for the big event. She let out a big sigh.

“I just don’t understand how this happened. I’ve worked here longer and have had bigger accounts. Why did Mr. Strange choose frat boy Barnes over me” Lola said cutting some cheese.

Kate could only shrug in response; she had asked Mr. Strange the same thing, and the only thing he had to offer was a sort of explanation that was more sugar coated than the sugar cookie she had in her hand.

“It just sucks you know? Because we all know nothing is going to get done now. Barnes cares more about who he’s going to bring home next than the company.” Lola ranted, waving a rolled up slice of turkey around before she brought it to her painted lips.

“Well you aren’t wrong there,” Kate pointed out, scoffing as she sipped her champagne.

“He’s not gonna have much fun tonight then,” Yelena observed. “Every woman here has either had him or hates him unless Francine from HR fancies a second round. I saw her eyeing his ass on the way in.”

“Ewww,” Kate shuddered.

“What?!” Protested Yelena, holding up her hands in defense. “He might be a dipshit but he’s still got a cute butt.”

The three friends eyed each other and then burst out laughing.

"Cute butt or not," she started but the static sound of a mic interrupted her. They'd gotten the karaoke machine out already and the crowd hollered in happy cheers as Lola and her two friends peeked through the door at the people gathering around. Barnes caught her eyes, a wicked gleam in his own icy ones.

"Fucking Barnes better keep it in his pants if he wants to keep that position," she angrily muttered the rest of her thought, eyeing him with disgust.

The three girls emerged from the kitchen as Lola narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest. The chaos from the boys didn't usually start until much later on in the night, and the way he was looking at her made Lola's stomach turn. This wasn't going to be good.

"Everyone! Attention please" Bucky tapped the mic and kept his eyes fixed on her. "I would like to take a moment to dedicate this song to our lovely hostess - give her a round of applause everyone!"

The room clapped and Lola pressed her lips into a thin line, nodding once at the people in the room as a thank you. The anxiety grew heavier in her chest.

As if on queue, Copacabana rang through the speakers of the karaoke machine. Lola's head snapped back to stare at the new CEO as rage flared within her.

"Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl..." He sang off-key, as Sam and Steve joined him, throwing their arms over his shoulders and swaying to the tune. Keys of laughter and hollers bounced around the room but the noise seemed to fade out as Lola almost bit through her cheek. "With yellow feathers in her hair.."

Yelena's hand on her arm pulled her from her trance, and she shook her head. "It's not worth it..." She whispered.

Lola couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Frozen to the spot with a fiery gaze set hard on Bucky she may as well have had plumes of angry, red smoke billowing from her ears.

It should baffle her, how anyone would think this was the way to behave as a newly appointed CEO, openly mocking another employee. And at her own party?

Fuck this, she thought.

And before either Kate or Yelena could stop her, her feet carried her across the room.

Lola yanked the mic out of Bucky’s hands, glaring daggers at him. He smirked at her and she whipped around, bringing the mic up to her lips.

“At the Copa, Copacabana…” she sang to roars of approval from the audience. She kept going, literally stealing the spotlight from Bucky, turning to smirk at him when he looked at her.

Sam howled with laughter while she continued to sing the rest of the song to thunderous applause. As the music faded out and she bowed, Bucky grasped her wrist gently. She yanked it out of his grip and he grinned.

“Didn’t know you could sing either.”

“Well, you were butchering it, and it has my name on it. Just like that promotion.” She shoved the microphone against his chest.

“You know I could fire you, right?” He growled.

She grinned.

“Then who would you get to do all your work for you?”

With that, she hopped off the stage, leaving Bucky in the dust as her co-workers chuckled and patted her on the back.

Barnes skulked back to his corner with Sam and Steve as Scott and Wanda began their duet of Islands in the Stream. His eyes never left Lola’s direction as she made her victory lap around the room.

Lola made small talk with her team, all while nursing her glass of water. She was finally starting to relax when a choir of frat boy whoops and hollers came from the other side of her apartment.

“WHO’S READY FOR A SHOT?!” Barnes yelled as he stood on top of a barstool, losing his balance and almost tumbling to the floor.

Lola groaned and almost facepalmed as she watched the newly appointed CEO make an absolute fool of himself. Did he have no dignity?

Whoops and hollers filled the room as most of the men all but trampled each other to the bar.

“There is no way this is happening! Kate, have you seen Mr. Strange? He has got to be seeing this!” She yelled over the music, frustrated with the whole evening. The lack of professionalism was astonishing.

“Lola! Where’s your shot glasses?” Sam yelled, bounding up to her from across the room.

“I don’t think that’s the best…” she began but was interrupted.

“Top left cabinet in the kitchen,” Yelena grinned, grabbing Sam’s hand to help him retrieve them.

“‘Lena!” Lola said betrayal painted across her face.

“What?! I like shots OK?!” Her friend held her hands up innocently, pulling Sam off to the kitchen with a giggle.

"Well, I hope you're ready to drink your weight in alcohol then because I'm not drinking." Lola hissed at her friend, pouting as she and Sam got the shot glasses neatly stacked over each other and walked back to the bar.

Yelena cackled as she followed Sam, almost dropping the glass in her hands in her enthusiasm to turn to Lola.

"Don't worry! I'll drink for both of us!" Yelena shouted before downing her first shot of the night and Lola bit her lip to smother a laugh while shaking her head at the blonde's antics.

Lola let out a breathy chuckle and shook her head as she topped off her water, and added a lime wedge for decoration. At least if Yelena could keep the boys occupied and enjoy herself, maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.

She turned her attention back to the counter, started cleaning up a few food packages that were scattered from set up, and took a moment to take a deep breath. While this party was her favorite time of year, having a second of peace was exactly what her nerves needed after the karaoke fiasco. The shutting of her kitchen door brought her back to the present and she jumped as her gaze snapped up.

"Jesus..." She muttered, breathing out and turning back to the counter.

A deep chuckle left his lips as grabbed a lime from the counter and tossed it in the air, catching it with ease. "Nope, just me" Bucky smirked.

"What do you want?" Lola spoke through gritted teeth.

"Salt..." He grinned.

Lola bit the inside of her cheek, and opened the cupboard next to her head, grabbing the salt and shoving it out to him. "Please don't destroy my house like you're about to destroy the company. Some of us actually have things we care about," she smirked.

Bucky swiped his tongue along his bottom lip as he eyed her, taking the salt from her fingers. "You know, you'd be much prettier if you smiled more" He snipped before backing out of the kitchen.

“Maybe I’d be smiling more if you weren’t such a jackass,” Lola mumbled to herself, cleaning the last of the trash and rejoining the party.

She stood observing the room for a moment, sipping at her water. Thor and Bruce were murdering Don’t Stop Me Now, being cheered on by a couple of colleagues waiting for their go at karaoke, Kate was huddled with Scott and Clint amid an in-depth conversation and at the center of it all, was Bucky Barnes, licking salt off Yelena’s cheek.

If Lola noticed his tongue and the sheer size of it against her friend’s cheek, she pushed the thought from her mind with a shudder and instead watched on as Bucky tipped back the shot, shoved a wedge of lime between his teeth and passed it from his mouth to Sharon’s. And then, as if he knew Lola was watching, he dared to wink at her.

She fumed, hands clenched into fists at her side, mentally telling herself that punching a wall in her own apartment was not a good idea. Lola turned her back on Bucky, determined to do anything but look at that face for another second. She could still hear him though, cheering on Yelena.

“Hey Lola, you did great with the song,” Sam said as he came up to her, and the sounds from behind her abruptly stopped as she replied.

“Thanks, Sam, couldn’t let you boys have everything,” she said, half joking, and he winced.

"Hey, I'm... I'm really sorry that Barnes got that promotion over you."

"Yeah, well, not as sorry as he's gonna be if he keeps pushing my-" she stopped herself. She couldn't say too much. Sam, Bucky, and Steve were tight. It was how Bucky got the job in the first place. "Sorry. Thank you, Sam. I appreciate the kind words."

"You know, for what it's worth, I think you were more qualified than Buck anyway. By miles."

The comment made her smile for the first time in what felt like hours. She swallowed the lump in her throat, but her eyes remained dry by sheer force of will and spite. She was powered by it tonight. She nodded and whispered a soft thank you as Sam patted her on the back and headed toward the bar.

"Hey, Lola!" Bucky called. "C'mere!"

Venom filled her veins at the sound of his voice. A snarl erupted from the depths of her throat like lava and her head slowly turned, flashing Bucky the most murderous stare she could muster, a stare that was only reserved for him. But all he did was smile right back at her. Smug bastard, she thought.

"Can I help you, James?" She ground out the words as though her back teeth were chiseling her rage into a verbal blade.

Bucky raised a shot glass.

"A peace offering! Come on!"

As rage burned in her chest, she mustered the most sickeningly sweet smile she could manage, all while keeping her gaze poisonous and laser focused on him. Homicide was okay sometimes, right?

"Unlike you, I left my college days behind me. But thank you so very much for the offer."

“Were you a stone-cold bitch in college too or is that part of your career development plan? Because if it’s the latter it’s not really working out for you, is it?” Barnes threw back, flashing another sparkling grin as he passed off the shot glass to Simon from finance.

“I’m going to fucking-“

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You’re gonna stay right here and cool off a little,” said Sam, stopping her with a gentle hand around her bicep and a shake of his head.

“He’s my friend and even I know he’s not worth losing your job over.”

“I’m not convinced,” Lola snarled through gritted teeth.

She saw Sam trying to hold his laughter in as he pulled her gently to the side and stood directly in her eye line of sight to block the view of his infuriating friend from her as she tried to rein in her rage.

She felt her eyes get hot and her face flushed as she thought about how unfair it was how things turned out; she was there first, she worked more and she worked ten times harder than he ever did and all she got was the proverbial pat on the back while the frat boy got promoted.

"Just get him to back the hell off, okay?! Or I'm kicking him out!" Lola seethed while Sam nodded to try to appease her. Meanwhile, there were more hollers and she saw him flip two bottles in the air before pouring a line of ten shot glasses at once.

fucking show off!

"It's my party. My house." Lola said with finality before turning away from Sam and towards the balcony.

"Lola..." She heard him call after her, as she stepped out to get some fresh air.

This was exactly what she didn't want. Bucky Barnes ruining the best night of the year. It was typical of him though. Making everything about himself, and getting by on charm and good looks. God, she hated him and everything he stood for. How could someone like that even begin to run a whole company? How could Strange ever think this was a good idea? Maybe she should start sprucing up her resume. The company would be toast within the month.

"Where'd you scamper off to, Lola-Bunny?" His deep voice came from behind her.

Lola groaned, and spun around, placing her hands on her hips. "What do you want now? Am I not allowed to have one second of peace away from you and your cohort of supporters?"

"Look, I don't know what you think I did..."

"Nothing Barnes! You did nothing! You do nothing. And that's just the problem." Lola snipped, rage bubbling in her chest. "Just go back to your mindless followers, and leave me the hell alone" She pushed past him and headed back inside, plastering another soft smile onto her face as she joined a group of her coworkers.

“You okay?” Kate asked, catching Lola’s arm and pulling her close, seeing right through her perfected fake smile. “Yep. I am not gonna let that stupid, air-headed bastard ruin my own party. Calling me fucking cutesy nicknames and—“ “And you’re doing a great job of it!” Kate beamed with all the conviction she could and was not the least bit subtle with it. “Hey, wanna dance with me? Loosen up a bit?”

Lola sighed, she might as well try to enjoy herself. Midnight was nearing closer and with every brooding glance she caught from Bucky, she couldn’t wish the year over quickly enough.

“Yeah alright,” she muttered, and let Kate drag her into the small crowd dancing in the open space. Kate held Lola’s hands, moving her arms back and forth until she cracked a smile.

“There we go!” Kate yelled, releasing Lola as she began dancing on her own. She let herself get lost in the music, the beats thumping through her and amping her up.

A hand on her wrist spun her around, pulling her into a broad chest. “Ugh! Leave me alone Barnes!” she said, pushing at him. "Lola, please--"

"Let me go," she commanded.

He stepped back as her eyes met his. Kate grasped her wrist and tugged at it. But it was the look in Bucky's eyes that made her feel a storm of anger and guilt that began to swirl quickly. He bit his lip and then turned on his heel.

"Was that your apology, Barnes?" She called over the music, "because you suck at it."

"Lola," Kate warned. "Chill out. You're treading on thin ice."

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head, the icy glare that she shot at him earlier was coming back to haunt her, and for the first time, she was afraid. Her heart pounded against her ribs so hard that she could almost feel them cracking.

"Why don't you take Kate's advice, Lola?" His tone was cold and measured. "There's a reason people talk shit about you behind your back."

That was the needle that broke the camel's back.

“Fuck you, Barnes. At least I didn’t get where I am by schmoozing the boss and sleeping with any person with a vagina.” Lola spat, Kate stared wide-eyed as Bucky stood with an unreadable expression on his face.

“You know what, since everyone likes you so much more than me, you finish out my party at my house. Happy New Year “Boss”.” Lola let the sarcasm flow through her words as she threw her hands up and began to storm out of the living room, pushing through the crowd to get to the hallway that lead to her bedroom.

Anger and hurt brewed in her belly but she was resolved to not spill any tears for the fucker who had ruined her whole year in less than twelve hours.

Closing the door behind her and leaning against it Lola let out a big breath. She had let her anger get the better of her and she knew she was going to have to do a lot of apologizing, but that could wait until tomorrow. Suddenly there was a knock on her door. Kate or Yelena must have followed her.

She opened the door and came face to face with the one person she really did not want to talk to.

"What are you doing here, Barnes? Haven't you done enough damage ?" Lola asked as she let her eyes wander over Bucky's face. Those blue eyes of his encountered hers with a soft smirk on his lips he opened his mouth to speak.

"Look, Lola," an apologetic sigh left his lips.

"This can go two ways. We can try and work together and somewhat get along or we can keep up whatever this." Bucky's eyes softened as he waited for her to say something.

“You talk like there’s an actual conversation to be had,” Lola scoffed. “There isn’t.”

She moved to close the door on him but it wouldn’t budge. Glancing down her anger blazed as she saw his foot blocking her from shutting him out.

“I hope that’s a fucking joke Barnes because I will chop it the fuck off if you don’t remove it right now!” She seethed.

"Why won't you hear me out?!" He exclaimed pushing the door further open making her take a step away from him as boiling anger rolled off both of them in stifling waves.

"What is there to hear?!" Lola fired back as he came closer to her, invading her personal space and baring his teeth in anger while her voice pitched higher with every word.

"You did nothing to deserve this! NOTHING! It should have been me but nooo, you men are always afraid of women being in charge." She spat out in his face, the words thrown like venom toward him.

"And you have the balls to come into my house and make fun of me?! How is that fair? Huh?" Lola shook her head before taking a step back from him so she could breathe, her lungs suddenly deprived of oxygen, "am I supposed to just welcome the insults? Is that what you want me to hear?" She questioned mockingly before she turned her back to him hoping he would take the hint and leave her be.

Bucky huffed and took a step back, hurt flashing in his eyes at her words, but Lola didn't care. Maybe it was better to just get this out in the open. He could have fired her three times that night, but for some reason, he still seemed to want to have this conversation. So she was going to have it.

Lola took his arm and pulled him further into the room as she moved to shut the door completely. It was obvious that everyone knew how angry she was, but she didn't want to embarrass herself any more than she already had in front of everyone she worked with.

Spinning on her heel, and crossing her arms over her chest, Lola ran her tongue over her bottom lip and stared at the man in front of her. "Fine. You want me to hear you out. Speak."

Bucky ran his hand through his hair and shrugged his shoulders, "I'm sorry I got the promotion over you. Believe it or not, I was just as shocked as you are"

"Doubtful" She grumbled.

"Lola, I was just trying to have fun tonight, I didn't want to hurt you with any of this" He sighed.

She couldn't stop the eye roll or the sigh as it left her chest. "I'm glad bugging me, and embarrassing me is fun for you"

“Lola, it’s not—“ Bucky cut himself off and the downright sad puppy look in his eyes almost made Lola want to listen. Almost.

“It’s not what, Barnes? You’re acting like you’re still in fucking college, drinking like you’re graced with the ability to wake up feeling peachy keen unlike the rest of us. Like your God’s gift to the earth.”

“I’m not drunk, Lola. I haven’t… I’m not drinking. And I really am sorry that you weren’t promoted, what— tell me what you want me to do to make up for it and I’ll do it. I hate seeing you so upset over this.”

Lola eyed him incredulously, studying him. As her eyes fell to his chest, she realized she’d gone back to clutching his shirt in her anger and she pulled away as if she’d been burned.

“What do you mean you’re not drinking? I saw you. The champagne, the shots…”

“It was water,” Bucky admitted sheepishly. “I swapped everything I drank, I do actually like to keep my wits about me.”

Lola eyed him suspiciously. “Uh huh so… you didn’t know about the promotion and you’re not drinking. Anything else would you like to lie about?”

Something shifted in Bucky’s eyes, sending a shiver up Lola’s spine. He moved with purpose and backed her into the room more, her hand went behind her to give her a little space between her back and the wall.

“The playboy is just an act. I’m actually very selective with my bedroom partners.” Barnes had pulled himself to his full weight, looking down on Lola, the words filling the small gap he had left between them.

“Somehow I find that difficult to believe Mr. Barnes” Lola spoke fixing her gaze with his, trying her best to keep her breathing steady. He smirked at her his eyes flickering down over her body and slowly lifting back up.

Something intense was burning in his eyes and it made her breath catch in her throat.

"Believe it or not, Lola. I'm not the villain."

"Well, you aren't Prince Charming either." Lola bit out.

No matter how angry she was something was pulling her to him and she didn't like that one bit.

"You've made that very clear." His voice dropped to a husky tone that fueled the fire in her belly. Originally from the rage in her chest but now forming into something that sent a chill down her spine.

Bucky took a step closer to her, forcing the gap between her and the wall to close forcing her to press a hand to his chest. Her fingers curled against what she could only describe as marble under his suit. His cologne swarmed around her, the scent of coffee and cinnamon filled her nostrils making her dizzy.

"What can I do to make things right between us Lola?" He asked in an almost whisper, pulling her back to reality.

Shaking her head, she met his eyes, "There's nothing you can do to make things right, Barnes." Lola admitted, exhausted from fighting with him.

His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, tracking along the plush pink feature as he glanced up at the wall behind her. Bucky narrowed his eyes for a brief moment as if he was contemplating his next move only making her that much more curious.

"Hmm," he hummed, crystal blue eyes tracking down to her own again, "will you at least let me try?"

She flicked her eyes downwards as she curled her finger around a button on his shirt, working it open just enough for her to press one sharp, manicured finger into the hard expanse of his chest.

“What you’re gonna do…” she purred, shoving her nail into him. “Is back,” she gave him another shove, “the fuck,” shove, “off,” shove.

“And get the hell away from me. I don’t know what kinda charm you think you have Barnes, but it’s gonna take far more than one flicker of those baby blues and a swipe of that tongue across those oh-so-pink lips of yours for me to forget what a complete ass you really are.” She scoffed.

“Try harder.”

He'd only moved a little bit away from her. She could try with all her might but Lola was smaller in size compared to the broad wall of muscles that was James Barnes.

Even if she felt like she could breathe again with the distance between them, his expression turning smug was enough to make her stomach drop as his lips lifted in an arrogant smirk.

"So you've thought about my eyes long enough to say they're a baby blue shade?" He questioned, voice dropping an octave lower to mess with her head as he gave her the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

"Would you forgive me if I were to beg you with these eyes?"

Lola tried to swallow past the lump forming in her throat, the thought of him begging doing wonders to her ego but she didn't dare utter a response. Wary of how this could be another cruel joke he's playing on her.

He took a step closer, dropping his face lower to catch her eyes.

"Maybe I can earn your forgiveness with my lips?"

Lola's bottom lip found a home between her teeth as she watched him carefully. Of course, this would be his response. Trying to charm her and get her into bed. So what if it was working? He was going to have to work a whole hell of a lot harder than just batting his eyes and licking his perfectly plump lips. Her back found the wall behind her as Bucky continued to move slowly towards her, placing his large metal hand on the wall beside her head.

Her eyebrow raised in response, and she clicked her tongue, "You really think I'd make it that easy for you?" She scoffed, as the corner of her lips turned upwards. "Try again, sweetheart"

A deep chuckle escaped Bucky's chest, as he nodded once. He took a deep breath, and sank to his knees in front of Lola, "Tell me what you want..." He smirked up at her through his lashes. "What you need from me, to make you forgive me"

She tried not to think about how good he looked on the floor. This big, brooding, dumb man on his knees for her. Looking up at her like she hung the stars in the sky.

“Get up, Barnes.”

A large hand clamped around her ankle, the warm one, all long fingers and rough skin wrapped around her like he’d done it a million times before. She gasped as Bucky lifted her foot, her dress rucking up as his other hand meandered lazily up her calf.

“Bucky…”

“Don’t make me beg, sweetheart.” He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to her shin and Lola’s stomach swooped at the feel of his lips. Softer than they should be, more tender than Bucky should be capable of being.

“Don’t push it, Bucky. You’re on thin ice and I don’t—“

The words died on her lips as Bucky’s tongue runs over her skin. Warm and wet and— fuck, he’s infuriatingly talented at the art of persuasion.

“Please,” he whispered, lips against her skin, fingers smoothing up and down the bottom of her foot, trailing up her leg to rest behind her knee.

“Please…” he whispered again, pressing his forehead to her shin. “I- just…Please,” he begged, and tilted his head back, eyes wide and shimmering.

Lola felt some of her strong walls crumble. “Fine. You want forgiveness? You’d better hope your lips are up to the task,” she glowered down at him and he started to rise. “Uh uh, down boy. I’m getting used to you on your knees, it’s a much better look than the asshole-fratboy one.”

Bucky just barely flushed before looking down but Lola saw and grinned. “Nope, eyes on me Barnes.”

He gazed up at her, his eyes were nearly glossy with tears and black with lust.

"Yes, ma'am."

The comment caught her completely off guard and she teetered in her heels, pressing her palms against the wall until she felt like she might fall through it. Bucky smirked, that cocky asshole returning for just a second. His hands slid up and down her legs and she clenched her teeth, trying to make it seem like she wasn't enjoying it but the swarm of butterflies in her stomach was beginning to betray her. So was the deep crimson flush on her face. He tilted his head.

"You look a little unsteady. Can I help you with that?"

She held back a hiss, swallowing it along with the strange mixture of anger, bitterness, and desire that was blooming in her chest. His eyes had yet to leave hers. He was taking this seriously. Really fucking seriously. He dipped his head and bowed down, only tearing his eyes away for a moment as he kissed the toe of her heel, and then up and down one ankle. And then the other. He glanced back up.

"Can I take these off of you, Lola?" The words melted off of his tongue like warm honey and her throat clenched. She moved her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Bucky grinned. "I need to hear you say yes."

"Yes." The word lept from her lips before she could stop it.

She lifted her foot and watched with her breath caught in her chest as he delicately slid one heel off before pressing his lips to the inside arch. Her heart pounded and she felt dizzy as he placed it back down and repeated the same action. Bucky stared up at her, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip.

"I'm yours tonight," he rumbled. "Let me make it right."

Lola let out a heavy breath and looked down at the man kneeling in front of her… the man that was now her boss. She reached down and gripped his chin with her hand and lifted it up just a little so she could better see his face and his eyes.

“I don’t know Barnes… that’s a pretty tall order are you sure you’re up to the task?” She asked dragging her thumb across his bottom lip.

A low groan slipped out of his lips and she held him by his chin, watching his eyes reel from pleasure.

"I don't know sweetheart," he breathed against her thigh, "tell me how to be good for you." He groaned, dragging his teeth along the soft skin, forcing her eyes closed as her head dropped against the wall.

This man was going to be the death of her. "Jesus,"

Cool metal slid up her other thigh, slowly pushing the fabric of her dress. "Words, Lola, I need words."

She glared down at him tangling her fingers into his thick chestnut hair, "and I need you to do less talking and undress me," A wicked grin spread across her lips, "slowly."

Bucky's eyes lit up, gnawing on his lip to hide his own smile, "as you wish."

Lola watched as Bucky’s gaze tracked up her body, contemplating as if he couldn’t quite decide which part of her to reveal first.

“I know I said slowly, but we haven’t got all night.”

“I’m just trying to do right by you, sweetheart. Want to please you, be good for you, Lola. Want you to fall apart… there’s a dance with these things and as far as I’m concerned, time doesn’t exist in here.” The words were soft, as soft as the palm making its way around the back of her thigh and settling on her ass.

“Dress first,” Lola stated as Bucky eagerly hooked his thumb into the band of her panties, “you can earn the rest.”

He slowly let his thumb fall away, fingers instead going to the hem of her dress and traveling up to the tie at her waist, slowly pulling and unknotting it. It fell open, falling off her shoulder and revealing her lacy black bra and matching panties. Bucky groaned low in the back of his throat, eyes roving over her as she dropped the dress, letting it fall to the floor behind her.

“Please sweetheart, can I stand?” Bucky asked and Lola nodded once, Bucky clambering to his feet and reaching for her but stopping when she placed a hand on his chest.

“Now you,” she smirked, fingers already tugging at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and pushing the material off his broad shoulders, eyeing them appreciatively.

She left the shirt around his elbows, pulling at his belt and yanking open his pants, letting them fall to the floor by her dress. “Now you can come here,” she said wiggling a finger at him as she backed up into the wall, leaning against it and grinning as he followed obediently.

"You follow directions well, Barnes," she whispered. "What changed?"

"You."

He kicked his pants to the side, leaving him only in a pair of dark blue briefs. His cock pressed against the fabric, almost painfully. Bucky leaned in to kiss her, but she pressed her finger to his lips and shook her head, clicking her tongue. She could see the disappointment in his eyes, the desire burning in them. His mouth was so painfully close to hers. All she had to do was say yes, but she liked the idea of him begging for it. For her.

"You have to earn that, sweetheart," she whispered. He groaned, his knees buckling. "I like it when you beg."

"Please, Lola?" He breathed, his voice cracking. "Please, it's all I've been thinking about. You're so fucking beautiful."

She didn't expect this. Lola opened her mouth to speak as Bucky cupped her face in his hands.

"Well, it is almost midnight." His eyes widened and she smiled. "Show me what you've got, Barnes."

His mouth crashed against hers and instantly, the kiss became fiery and desperate. Their lips glided against one another and Bucky's tongue dove into her mouth. She whimpered. Fuck, he was a really good kisser. She was almost disappointed that he was this good at it. It meant she'd have to compliment him later. Maybe. The two of them began to whimper and his body pressed against hers as he pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I've been such a shithead to you. I'm sorry."

Her stomach dropped, but she kept her resolve.

"Then make it up to me."

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky said as his hands ran all over her body.

Keeping perfect eye contact he slipped back down to his knees. Slowly, he started kissing up Lola’s calf.

Lola moaned softly, the noise slipping from her lips before she could stop it. His lips felt amazing against her skin, lighting tiny fires as they trailed up and down her legs and as much as she didn't want him to stop, she gently pulled her leg from his grasp.

Bending over, pushing her breasts up as she cupped his face, "I think a little more groveling is in store for you Mr. Barnes." Gently she pressed her lips to his, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and tugging.

The whine that fell from his lips hit straight to her core, a smile forming on her face as she stood, turning and walking towards her bed swaying her hips.

Hearing him shuffle behind her, Lola looked over her shoulder, tsking him mid-stand, "Uh-uh. Down boy."

Bucky smirked and dropped to his knees again as she spun and sat down on the edge of her bed, her legs effortlessly falling apart as she planted her palms behind her and leaned back. Her eyes tracked over his muscles, the deep cut v of his abs, the way his chest heaved with heavy breaths. He was stupidly attractive, she couldn't deny that and here he was, begging for her.

"Crawl to me," she said breathlessly, unable to contain the lust coursing through her.

She was enjoying this, watching the way he reacted to her requests, expecting any moment for him to say no and either take what he wanted anyway or leave her high and dry.

But to her surprise, he obliged. Staring up at her with darkened eyes and a glimmer of naive eagerness, Bucky began to crawl. He was teasing with it though, slow and seductive, making her toes curl with the very thought of what was to come.

When he stopped before her, he sat back on his heels, waiting. And Lola smirked, lifting her foot so her sole pressed to his firm chest.

“Good boy,” she purred, and Bucky beamed at the praise.

Lola slowly let her foot come off his chest, setting it down so that her legs were spread apart, giving Bucky a view that made him gulp and whine.

“Lola please,” he gasped, eyes flicking between her eyes and between her legs. “Lemme show you how sorry I am, wanna make you feel good, baby.”

She smirked at his desperation, enjoying his begging but deciding to finally give in.

“Fine, but you’re gonna have to really show me some moves, impress me, Bucky,” she said, and Bucky moaned before leaning forwards and pressing his lips to her knee, slowly going up her legs.

Bucky kissed every inch of her thighs, getting closer steadily but taking his time like he was savoring her. He finally reached between her legs, breathing deeply as he pressed a kiss to her panty-covered pussy.

She gasped as he ran his nose along her cunt and she heard him chuckle.

"What's so funny, sugar?" She asked.

He looked up, his eyes glittering. He looked like he was ready to fall apart.

"You're wet."

She smirked. She would give this one to him. Just once.

"It helps to watch my boss on his knees for me, crawling toward me, begging to fuck me... it's kind of a power trip." The words came out hardened and a little cold as he nipped at her thighs and nuzzled at her dripping cunt. Those blue eyes continued to burn into her.

All of that unresolved anger was still inside of her, but Bucky didn't seem to care. She gently grasped his hair and pulled his head back. He let out a little sob and she couldn't deny that there was something about seeing him so pathetic that made her even wetter.

"I'll be a good boy for you, Lola. I promise."

She swallowed a moan, still not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was the thing that was making her skin burn. Instead, she wordlessly pulled him toward her cunt and groaned the second he began to suck her clit through the fabric. His fingers dug into her thighs as he moaned into her pussy. Lola began to roll her hips against his mouth, her hand still wound in his hair. He was teasing, and she loved every second of it.

Finally, she pulled his head back and he grinned.

"Can I rip your panties off of you?"

“Only if you buy me new ones” Lola smirks as she scraps his scalp a little more.

“I’ll buy you a hundred pairs sweetheart,” Bucky said as he rips the flimsy lace.

Lola groaned as the cold sensation hit her wet pussy and Bucky began to suck a bruise on her thigh.

Bucky moved to push her legs farther apart as he placed a teasing kiss on clit. Lola sucked in a deep breath, as the anger bubbled once more. He was being a tease, but she had also told him to impress her. It was a hard line to walk between needing him to just make her cum and wanting to see if he actually had it in him.

"Mmm Bucky..." She growled, bucking her hips softly to meet his lips.

A deep chuckle left his chest, the vibration sending a shiver through her spine.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I've got you" He whispered, licking a strip through her wet folds, circling his tongue around her clit before taking it between his lips and sucking. "Just lay back, and let me do this for you... I need to earn your forgiveness remember?"

She could feel him smirking into her pussy, and her breath caught in her throat. This cocky motherfucker. But as soon as she felt his tongue on her skin, she didn't care. Pleasure was clouding her mind in the best possible way.

Her arms gave out as he suddenly plunged his tongue into her, pussy clenching hard around it. Lola gasped and her hips lifted, pressing into his mouth as he began fucking his tongue in and out of her.

“Bucky, fuck,” she murmured and he groaned, sucking at her cunt before going up to her clit, slipping two fingers inside her. A high pitched keen fell from her lips as Bucky crooked his fingers and pressed against her spot.

She could feel him grin and he started sliding his fingers out, but she reached down and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare stop,” she growled, and Bucky whimpered, thrusting his fingers back into her and rubbing quickly.

He crooked his fingers and pushed them against her G-spot. Lola whined, her legs wrapping around him as she pulled him closer.

"Fuck!" She moaned.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard as he fucked her with his fingers. She hated to give him credit, but he was fucking good at this. Bucky flattened his tongue and dragged it along her clit as he kept up the pace. Lola kept her hand fisted in his hair. The more she tugged on it, the louder he groaned. She was so sure that people could hear her. The bathroom was just down the hall. But part of her didn't care. Bucky fucking owed this to her.

"Come for me?" He begged through muffled moans. "Please, Lola."

Those words were all she needed. As Bucky pumped his fingers faster and began to suck her clit again, Lola felt the fire of her orgasm start in her core and move slowly to the very tips of her fingers and toes. “Oh fuck, Bucky” she whimpered.

A disgruntled moan escaped her chest as pleasure overtook her senses, coming hard and fast. She rocked her hips against his hands, slowly as she came down from her orgasm, letting a sigh leave her lips. Okay, so maybe he did know exactly what to do, but she was not giving him her forgiveness that easily. There was much more work to be done, and he still had to prove that he was up for the task.

Bringing up a hand, she brushed her hair away from her sticky forehead, as she breathed out a shaky breath and sat back up on her elbows. "Alright cowboy, you're good with your mouth, I'll give you that," she smirked, and swiped her tongue along her bottom lip. "Show me what else you can do."

A sound that was a mix of a growl and a chuckle came from deep in Bucky's chest, as he stood up and placed his hands on either side of her, leaning in close. "Yes ma'am" He whispered once more, causing Lola to scoot herself backward.

"Boxers off, and get over here," She raised her eyebrow at him.

She'd never seen someone take off a piece of clothing so fast, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. Lola swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight, and the corners of her lips turned upwards. "Good to know you have the equipment. Now let's see how well you use it"

Bucky whimpered again as Lola reached forward, grasping his dick and stroking it a few times.

“Come here,” she murmured, and Bucky stepped forwards, Lola guiding him to her entrance before stopping. “Wait, we need a condom,” she said, pushing him back and rolling over on the bed, pulling one out of her nightstand drawer.

Lola turned back to Bucky, and he took the condom without complaint, opening it quickly and rolling it down his shaft.

“Much better,” Lola said and laid back on the bed, spreading her legs again. “Come and get me, sweetheart.”

Bucky groaned as settled between her legs, he pressed his tip against her, pushing in slowly, Lola nearly bit through her lip at the stretch - intense but perfect.

His mouth crashed against hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him as deep as she could until he bottomed out with a soft grunt.

"Fuck," he murmured. "You feel so good. I fucking dreamed about this."

"Dreamed about fucking your employee? That's an HR violation."

He pulled away and growled. Lola gripped his chin. They were sharing short, sharp breaths, both of them trying their best to remain stoic.

"Don't get an attitude with me now, Barnes."

He smirked and pulled his cock almost all the way out of her before slowly pushing it back in, making her eyes roll back. A jolt of pleasure shot down to her toes, making them curl and she whimpered. Bucky chuckled.

"How's that for attitude?"

"God, you're such an asshole," she whispered before claiming his mouth with hers once more.

“If you want to see an asshole, I can get up right now and walk back into the party.” Bucky teased as he pulled out his impressive length until only the tip was left at Lola’s entrance.

Lola bucked her hips into his, her wet pussy pulling him back into her. Bucky let out a low groan and his head fell forward. “I think we both know you won’t, baby”.

The nickname sent a feral feeling through Bucky. His eyes shot up to meet Lola’s and he whimpered, “Fuck, that sounded so good coming from you.”

His lips captured Lola’s in a fiery, passionate kiss; his hips snapping hard into her hitting her G-spot over and over again.

The sounds of their moans filled the room around them, the distant thumping of the music egging on his rhythms. Lola didn't care though, he was driving her wild with every thrust.

She pulled back from his lips, her eyes meeting his and feeling a flicker of emotion she hadn't felt in god knows how long. It sucked her in the longer she stared at him, but the memories of how much of a dick he had been over the last year started to flood back. Something between anger and hate brewed in her chest as a growl left her throat at the sight of him smiling down at her as if something had changed.

Her hands found his chest, pushing him to the side and rolling them over with all of her strength. She expected Bucky to fight her, take control, and stay planted above her but to her surprise, he easily fell back into the mattress, eyes bright and beaming.

"Getting a little cocky are we?" He grinned.

With flushed cheeks and tiny beads of sweat dotting his forehead she began to ride him, digging her nails into his chest and rolling her hips, "You aren't in control tonight," she leaned down, brushing her lips against his and slowing her hips down to barely a roll but taking him fully within her. Lola watched as his own eyes rolled back before pressing her lips to his and swallowing the groan he let out.

"I never am with you," he whispered against her lips and in between breaths.

Lola breathed a laugh, and sat up, placing her hands firmly back on his thighs, as a grin spread across her lips. "And don't you ever forget that"

She began to roll her hips, picking the pace back up, her head falling back as deep moans came from both of them. Bucky's hands found a home on her waist, digging his fingers into her skin. The coolness of his metal fingers combated the fire under her skin.

"Fuck sweetheart, you take me so well" He grunted, bucking his hips up to meet hers.

The burning fire in her belly reignited at his praise, but there was no fucking way she was granting him that satisfaction. He still had work to do. Voices chattering echoed through the apartment, as people started to gather in her living room for the countdown, but she couldn't care less about what was going on. This was all that mattered. Making James Barnes whine and writhe underneath her. Having him in her command.

Lola leaned back down and placed her hand gently on his throat as her eyes bore into his, "Just shut up, and fuck me" She growled, pulling a groan from his lips.

Bucky made a noise between a whimper and a gasp, high and airy, as he pressed up into her hand. “Lola, god.”

Lola laughed and lifted her hand pressing it back on his chest. “Goddess,” she grinned, nails digging into and scratching them down, leaving red lines. Bucky hissed and his hands gripped her hips tightly, fucking up into her.

“Fuck!” Lola gasped, raising up and dropping back down onto him, pushing them both closer to orgasm.

"I'm so fucking close," Bucky gasped.

Her hand slid up his chest and wrapped around his throat, squeezing the sides. She smiled, slowing down on purpose just to make him squirm.

"You don't come without my permission."

His eyes rolled back and he bit his lip.

"Fuuuuck, Lola. Don't do this to me!"

She began to roll her hips slowly, back and forth, moaning louder and louder as her clit found the perfect amount of friction. Her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered, the cool air and Bucky's metal hand soothing her scorched skin. He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and Lola whimpered, causing him to laugh.

"You like that, don't you, angel?"

She hated the fact that his voice sent a warm tingle up her spine when just twenty minutes ago, it made her want to throw up.

"I think I should have gagged you, Barnes," she groaned.

“Mmm, but then you wouldn’t be able to hear the praise that makes that pussy throb for me. Don’t think I didn’t notice Lola” Bucky pushed his hips up, giving him a new angle to push even deeper.

Lola moaned and gripped his chest until she was afraid she’d draw blood. Her brain couldn’t catch up in time to have a witty comeback, so Bucky spoke again.

“Fuck Lola. You feel so fuckin’ good around my cock. Take what you want. Use me like I know you want to.” His metal hand had drifted to Lola’s throat, gripping lightly.

“Oh god,” Lola whined as her own hand met Buckys at her neck. “I can’t fuckin’ stand you Barnes, but you feel so fuckin’ good filling me up. Now be a good boy and shut up.” Lola had removed his hand from her neck and guided it to her swollen bud, then brought her hand back to the spot on his chest, picking up speed with her hips as she went.

"Only if you sing for me darlin'," he moaned, tugging her against his lips for a crushing kiss as her orgasm wracked over her body. Stars appeared behind her vision as she moaned against his mouth, her words reduced down to gibberish as her hips rolled and he continued to slide against the one spot that made her legs clench together, and tingles soared to her toes.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Bucky breathed, his grip tightening every so slightly as he thrust up into her chasing his own orgasm and quickly tossing her off the edge into another one of her own.

Lola wrapped her hand around his wrist, letting him have control for the slightest of seconds over her airway. The smug grin on his face returned for just a moment before his head slammed back into the pillow and came with a groan so sinful that her body began to shake with another orgasm.

The two of them let the pleasure wash over them, as Lola's hips slowed, rocking them through their orgasms. The anger and hatred subsided for only a moment in the heat of passion, causing Lola to close her eyes and look up to the ceiling with a sigh.

"Fuck Lola..." Bucky whispered from under her, soothing his hands over her frame gently. "You are incredible"

Turning her gaze back to him, a smirk crossed her lips, "I know" She stated, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Don't let this go to your head, but you weren't so bad yourself"

"Oh really?" He grinned.

Lola groaned, and rolled off to the side, pulling a blanket over her body, "I regretted it the instant I said it"

"I'm kidding, sweetheart..." He chuckled, reaching over to brush a piece of hair behind her ear. "That means a lot coming from you"

She cleared her throat, and looked over to meet his soft blue stare, "This doesn't make us even... I'm still mad"

"I wouldn't expect anything less... But I did mean it when I said I would do anything to earn forgiveness from you" He answered softly.

Lola sighed, seeing his sincerity but not being swayed. “Maybe, but I don’t know what’s going to be enough.”

Bucky frowned, but reached for her hand, taking it in his when she didn’t immediately pull away. “I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Lola sighed, dropping her hand softly, running her thumb over the dimple in his chin, "no more Lola Bunny jokes," her eyes flickered up to his.

A boyish smile fell over his lips, "Deal."

Doubt swirled in her stomach as she studied him. As much as she wanted to hate him and be angry with him, which to be fair she still was, this just... helped. She saw something else in him and it made her curious.

Bucky tangled their fingers, measuring his hand against her own, "I can feel you doubting this," he whispered softly, his eyes still glued to their hands.

"Of course I am," she breathed, "this is the most we've gotten along all year and I'm still mad at you."

"This isn't a Disney movie, Lola," he finally flicked his gaze to match hers, "I don't plan on turning into a pumpkin at midnight or a frog,"

"You were alread--"

"Don't say it," he groaned, closing his eyes and hiding a grin.

Lola laughed, as he shook his head at her.

He paused again, the smile slowly falling from his lips "I'm just sayin' I want us to get along."

Sucking in a deep breath, Lola nodded slowly, "I'd like that.." She answered back quietly. Her gaze drifted to the door, as she bit her bottom lip and looked back to Bucky.

"Yeah, I know.." He chuckled, giving her hand a small squeeze before reluctantly letting it go.

The two of them rolled themselves out of Lola's bed, and slowly gathered back up their clothing, getting dressed and making themselves look as if nothing had happened. But something did happen, and Lola was sure her guests had heard. This was going to be an adjustment for both of them. Would they fall back into old habits when they got back out to their coworkers? Or would Bucky actually be a man of his word? Only time would answer that, but for right now, all Lola cared about was the man in her bedroom. This moment and the silent promise they made to each other.

"5.... 4...." The numbers echoed from her living room as the new year edged closer and closer.

She took a deep breath, and spun on her heel, walking up to Bucky as he did up the buttons on his dress shirt.

"Bucky..." Lola whispered.

"2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR"

Lola took Bucky's face in her hands and found his lips with hers. Her arms slid around his neck, and she felt him wrap his around her waist, pulling their bodies close together once more. It was the first new year's kiss she'd had in a long time that actually meant something to her deep down. This one last moment, just the two of them before their lives got complicated with the reality of the two of them.

"Happy New Year..." Bucky whispered, as he broke the kiss and placed his forehead against hers. He replaced his forehead with his lips before moving back to look at her.

She nodded once, softly smiling up at him as she breathed out a sigh. "You ready?"

"Yeah..." He mumbled in response, racking his eyes over her features once more. Bucky reached up and cupped her cheek, running his thumb gently over her skin. "You forgot to put yellow feathers in your hair..."

"Bucky!" Lola smacked his chest and moved away from him. "You are unbelievable"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sweetheart, last one! I promise!" He laughed, grabbing her waist back and kissing her cheek.

Lola shook her head, as she opened the bedroom door and the two of them made their way back out to the party. She went and found Kate and Yelena talking to come coworkers, her two friends instantly whispering and asking if she was okay, while Bucky made his way back to the boys huddled around the bar. His usual spot for this party, every year.

"Damn it! I owe Steve 10 bucks," Sam whined over the crowd. "I was sure she'd killed you"

Steve's laughter boomed as he clapped Sam on the shoulder. Bucky just shook his head, and glanced over, catching Lola's eyes with a soft smile. She bit the inside of her cheek, and turned her gaze back to her friends, ignoring the swarm of butterflies that had erupted in her stomach at the sight of his smile.

It was going to be a good year. Lola could feel it.

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louderfade · 21 days

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i thought the internet archive losing that copyright case was the worst development yet but then i looked at all the learn more links in the settings on the instagram website and now i don't want to live on this planet anymore. i don't want to play screengazing surveillance censorship society how do i cash in my chips yo this casino sucks and the music is horrible who tf brought me here this is their fault. they said there would be joy in discovery and that curiosity would lead to enrichment and shit. they lied and they continue to lie. it's a prison and it was always a prison. hey siri how do i build a really big bomb i want to blow up all the money. and also the machine that makes all the money. and then the people that made the machine. fr tho when are we gonna start blowing shit up y'all. alexa schedule 'revolt' for next tuesday. add it to my google calendar thing. and then blow that up too. the future is trash and everyone is fast asleep and addicted to cheetos and fear and the absurdity has gotten boring. can we play a new dystopia for a while please. i wanna reroll and create a different character. this time i wanna be stupid so it doesn't hurt.

#this was in my drafts from two nights ago when i tried to make instagram stop sending me notifications #obnoxious whining #personal #the future is worse

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"I’m not fully convinced that JK wants to be working this hard tbh. He loves being on stage, but with some of his latest performances, his energy is different. I don’t know how to explain it, but those that can see it, see it.“

Same feeling here. I’ve been disappointed by most of his recent performances - the fact that I don’t vibe with Seven and even less with 3D surely does not help but still, he does not seem to be that much into it imo. The interviews around the singles were a bit boring, but I find the songs boring anyway so I don’t know why I expected more..He did say recently he doesn’t have as much energy as he used to. I think he’s working hard right now, I hope he’s not burning himself out. I just can’t help but wonder if it’s truly what he wanted or if he wants to prove something, to us fans but also to himself. Which is fine but I just hope he’s not pushing himself too much to prove us something, he has already shown how great of an artist he is. His schedule is crazy these days…

Honestly I’m also disappointed, I was expecting him to be credited at least for one song. I hope it was his choices, if he’s happy with how things went then it’s all good but imo it would have been smarter to go for less songs, like a mini album, but more involvement from his part even if minimal.The collabs, the overhype and Scooter involvement killed my curiosity, it’s like those beautiful cakes you see at the baker but then it doesn’t taste much - it’s not like you won’t eat it, but it’s not as good as it looked like it would be… dumb parallel maybe sorry. I’m sure I’ll like some songs but I’m not expecting much.He was lacking inspiration it’s pretty clear now, and it’s not a shame I absolutely don’t blame him, but I guess he felt pressured to release something big but somehow I don’t feel the connection. I just hope he’s doing okay.

The interview that Bang PD did a couple days ago is linked here: https://x.com/daily_jkupdate/status/1712671267667705932?s=46&t=qPnJMLyaHtW8TW1s2gwVIg

Because these are the facts. We aren’t toxic stans for wanting more or wishing this rollout was different. I’m not a toxic stan for wishing that JK wouldn’t have been pressured to do an album at all, because I don’t think he wanted to, and in this interview, Bang PD even said that JK wasn’t sure about releasing an album. But Bang PD let 🛴 get involved and I’m sure he knows JK’s star power and pushed him into doing a couple songs and then an album. And like I mentioned before, I could see the members producing a solo album before MS (besides Jin who had to enlist right away because of his age) as part of their contract. That left JK with no time to fulfill that because he hadn’t come up with any solid songs on his own.

Western interviews are always awkward. For everyone involved. I think JK did a great job persevering considering he was on his own, but I’m sure he wasn’t too thrilled or comfortable doing it. I’m a music lover, so the songs weren’t my cup of tea either. Seven was catchier and the clean version was more tolerable. But yeah, I’m not a toxic stan or a bad JK fan for not being obsessed with Seven or 3D. I’m hoping that I like some of the songs on Golden and that JK connects with them. Because we know he puts his heart and soul into songs that mean something to him. Re: him recording Letter.

I’m not disappointed because I wasn’t expecting it. JK quite literally told us on lives he hadn’t been working on any music. So, considering the fast timeline, I’m not surprised he had nothing still since it comes out in a few weeks. The collabs and the overhype from 🛴 both suck but I’m hoping that we get some solid JK solo tracks too the ones without features.

I also hope he’s doing okay. I empathize with his position. I love him as a human. But I’m not a mindless robot that burns myself out streaming songs I don’t like all in the name of fandom either. Hopefully, I’ll like some of the songs, and I’ll listen to those. Thanks for sharing your opinions.

#jungkook #jeon jk #jeon jungkook #jungkook golden #golden jungkook #asks #anon asks

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the cultural phenomenon of barbenheimer has taken over my mind

i did barbenheimer with a friend yesterday and it really got me thinking.

first off - it was so weird having my local theatre be so busy. it's usually the theatre you can bet on being able to sneak anything into, and while we still definitely did sneak in a buttload of snacks, they had people actively waiting in the wings as ticket checkers. so it kinda sucked that we couldn't just do the whole thing for free. but that's a bit beside the point. the theatre was the busiest ive seen it in nearly 10 years. and i'm not gonna lie, seeing a "cultural event" happen in front of me was more jarring for that reason. and as the day went on, that image in my head stuck with me. the image that all these people showed up to watch barbie and oppenheimer.

we saw oppenheimer first, in a nearly empty theatre. we sorta did this by design - we started at 10am and picked oppenheimer first because less people would choose to be that insane. i was high and trying to get myself into an impartial mindset (even though i didn't think i would end up liking it). and i think all i should really say about oppenheimer is that it's 3 nearly endless hours that doesnt give anyone any time to breathe and ends up saying a bunch of confusing, disappointing, and outright false things. seriously, the amount of times the movie brushes off the fucking truth of the situation is absolutely disgusting. obligatory linking of shaun's video on hiroshima and nagasaki. i think everyone in the movie should be forced to answer why theyre proud of making 3 hour bland ass shit boring nuclear bomb apologia. this isn't even getting into how the famous oppenheimer quote is introduced by a manic pixie dream girl (who in reality was a stanford graduate and psychiatrist, neither of which i believe are ever touched on or expanded in the film) who hops off his dick mid-fuck, walks over to a bookshelf, picks the bhagavad gita off the shelf, opens it to the exact page and verse of the famous quote, asks him to read, and slides back on his dick between "now i am become death" and "destroyer of worlds." this movie released to critical acclaim. some are calling it a masterpiece.

after some burritos for lunch, my friend and i went to barbie. this was a packed theatre and mostly everyone was wearing pink. the red in my hair has faded to a pink, so i felt like i was part of something. kinda. anyway. some little kids were loud in the front but it wasnt much of an issue. i kept thinking of them whenever the movie would say something about the struggle to find identity in a world that hates you no matter what you do. did those little children listen to margot robbie say that she doesnt have a vagina? did they parse that? it was a great movie, if a bit scattershot. it shouldve been longer, if only to fully flesh out a couple ideas and help the movie feel a little less cramped. but they would never make a 2.5 (let alone 3) hour barbie movie that talks about not just what it means to be a woman, but what it means to be human in a world that is so often contradictory hostile and praising of you. what happens when the Other we defined ourselves by isn't static? do we become different as well in relation to them? do we stay the same? do we do both? what are women supposed to do in the world when everything they do is wrong but they're never allowed to stop doing anything? how do men develop their own identity when they are so often raised into mindsets where their individuality is replaced by similarly contradictory standards and a definition that only exists in relation to women? what did ken mean when he said he had "all the genitals?" barbie is far from perfect, but it manages to ask more honest and thought provoking questions (and offers its own interesting answers) about the nature of reality than oppenheimer does.

i'm struck by the dichotomy on display here. barbie may be the more financially successful of the two films, but it is not treated the same critically. for all barbie says, it seems to get overlooked for its (still impressive) design and acting. its metacommentary is mentioned but never discussed. its "witty meta humor" is listed as a huge selling point. oppenheimer, in contrast, is a vain and shallow film that says nothing and looks somewhat cool doing it. i wonder if there are any parallels here.

i worry for what this means for movies. a nearly empty theatre for a self-important movie that lists itself as its reason for existing is treated as if it says anything at all, and a packed theatre for a movie with a script similarly packed with commentary on our very state of being gets boiled down to "cute sets and witty banter." what did the audience members take from their barbenheimer experience? my area is not very progressive, and in my experience not very invested in growth of any kind. when america ferrera delivers one of the many theses of barbie in a tear-inducing frustrated monologue on how she's never seen as good enough no matter what she does, did the audience members feel seen? did they feel understood? or did they want her to stop talking so they could go back to looking at the cool barbie dream houses? when oppenheimer breezes through the discussion of which innocent cities to burn in an unholy fire with all the tact and deliberation a group of friends has when deciding where to have lunch, did the audience feel slighted? disgusted? or did they just want to see einstein on screen again like he's an iron man cameo?

i dont know where we go from here. it feels like a tipping point for what we want from movies, and i'm not sure audiences learned anything from the past 10 to 15 years of set-ups, tie-ins, and spin-offs. i want to believe something will come of the fact that so many people are seeing barbie. maybe, hopefully, something in it sticks with people and inspires some sort of change. just the smallest amount of evolution. right now i too feel like barbie when she sits in a park and looks around at everything the human experience has to offer, and starts crying from both joy and sorrow. a woman who is so often seen as disposable and empty understands the human condition in a way she cant express, and is overwhelmed by the crushing beauty and fragility it all rests upon. she is a human before she knows she is. she doesnt know who she is, but she knows she still Is. existence is confusing and no one knows what to do about it, and the least we could do is support each other as we figure out who we've always been. i hope this is what sticks with people instead of some half-audible dialogue about how hiroshima and nagasaki were justified. time will tell, though.

#more like 'i am beCUM death' am i right?

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ryuzakemo128 · 2 years

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Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes Part Seven

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Dividers Used: Link

Masterlist

Eddie: I told Marianna their ears flush when they lie. Steve: Why? Eddie: Look. Eddie: Hey Marianna! Do you love us? Marianna, covering their ears: No. Steve:

*context*: Marianna only just started hanging out with Eddie and Steve.

Eddie: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place. Marianna: You people already know too much about me. Steve: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Eddie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Marianna: We got spring water Eddie: NO. Steve: with EXTRA minerals Marianna: it's like licking a stalagmite Eddie: DON'T COME HOME. Steve: Mmmmm cave water

Eddie: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Marianna: *turning to Steve* How tall are you?

Eddie, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Marianna: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Eddie: Orange soda, please! Marianna: I'll have the strawberry soda. Steve: Me too, strawberry soda. Eddie:

Marianna: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Steve: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Eddie: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Marianna, to Eddie: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Eddie, motioning to themself and Steve: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Marianna: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night. Steve: You were flirting with Eddie. Marianna: So what? He's my partner. Steve: You asked them if he was single. Marianna: Steve: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

Marianna: If Eddie and I were drowning, who would you save? Steve: You two can't swim? Eddie: It's a hypothetical question, Steve! who would you save? Steve: my time and effort.

Marianna: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper? Steve: I feel like we've all done that at least once. Eddie: I ate it too- Steve: See? Eddie::-On purpose... Marianna & Steve: ...What?

Marianna: Yo dumbass, get over here. Steve: Okay Eddie: * gleefully runs past* I'm coming! Steve, sadly: I thought...I was dumbass...

The squad is trying to con some random guy Marianna: Um, Eddie, why are you pretending I'm this guy's family? Eddie: We need money! Marianna: You're scamming him? Eddie: I was thinking more like flat- out stealing from him? Marianna: What?!No way! Eddie: Why not? We already stole Steve! Steve: Hey guys Marianna: No, we didn't. Steve can think and talk for himself, he can do whatever he wants! Steve: I wanna steal

Marianna: Look at the buns on that guy! Eddie: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns* Steve:: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Marianna:: I'm not going back to jail!

Marianna: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there's nothing there? Eddie: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before. Marianna: Marianna: *sobs* Steve: You fucking scared her, you idiot.

Marianna: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Eddie: They do. Steve: Why did you say that with such...certainty?

Marianna: *accidentally brushes Eddie’s hand with her own* Eddie: *aggressively holds her hand* Fucking commit to it!

Marianna: Kissing can burns 26 calories in a minute, wanna work-out with me? ;) Eddie: Are saying that I'm fat? Marianna: No that's not what I meant I-

Marianna: Eddie, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Eddie: Well of course I have. Eddie: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Eddie: It's boring.

Marianna: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. Eddie: What- how? Marianna: You’d be like 'come to bed … Mr. President' and I’d be like, 'I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.'

Marianna: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Eddie: Marianna, that's a coma. Marianna: Sounds festive.

Marianna: Eddie... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Eddie: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Marianna: Marianna: I wrote sanitize, Eddie.

Marianna: I don’t do relationships. Eddie: *exists* Marianna: Shit.

Marianna: Change is inedible. Eddie: Don't you mean inevitable? Marianna, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Marianna: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Eddie: You need to stop.

Marianna: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Eddie: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

Eddie: I went through an entire character arc during quarantine Eddie: I became more evil if you’re curious Marianna: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Eddie: I'm going to get worse on purpose

Eddie, tending to Marianna's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Marianna: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Eddie: Someone will die. Marianna: Of fun!

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♡As the rose petals continue to fall.♡

A/N: Hello~! I was bored and my head was going crazy with some obey me scenarios so, I decided to make one of them come to life! I hope you enjoy this and don't mind my grammar too much... Also, it would be very helpful if you guys could give me some chapter names If you want ofc I would appreciate it a lot^^ But yea- I'ma shut up now. I hope you enjoy this~!!

Mc is Gender neutral with They/Them Pronouns

TW: Cursing, suggestive kinda, that's all I can think of Let me know If I missed anything

This is an obey me! smau (Social Media Au)

This is just what to expect in this series and a preview:))

But this preview sucks a little soo

Started: January 14, 2023, 5:50 PM (EST)

Preview: You were about to close your eyes to start another day, ready to get some peaceful sleeping. Or so you thought, before you could even get comfier in the mattress you teleported into a mysterious place seeing many people staring down at you for whatever reason, you're very annoyed at the loss of sleep due to whatever the hell is going on here, but, you decide to wait for the answers to come to you. And they do! Turns out you're an exchange student for this program to unite Demons, Angels, and Humans! Isn't that fun! totally not questioning, and scary- Who knows who you'll meet or what might come your way but, it'll all be worth it to unite Demons, Angels, and Humans I hope...

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This is just my take on the storyline with a hinch of my Mc's personality and appearance maybe if I'm feeling it... but everything for the Mc is up to your imagination!

What to expect: The chapters not coming very fast or at the time you want them I'm still in school. I still have exams, tests, and more.

The first chapter coming out very late as to when this will be posted. I'm posting this hella early before I'm fully finished with the first chapter. But, I'll edit this post to notify you when I finally post chapter 1:))

There being like Tweets and text messages in this series:)) I'll try my best to make a link for the demon brothers, the royals, the side characters including the new ones! even you the Mc!^^ and two of my ocs

There being A LOT of Grammatical errors. I try my best but Writing isn't my best subject ☠️

The plot being shitty as fuck. This is the first series I put a lot of time and effort into. even though this is my first "Obey me!" fic so I'm not experienced?

Half of the Information being wrong. I'm not that into the storyline I'm only on lesson 22 or lesson 28 ☠️

There not being a Masterlist until very late. I'm still very new to Tumblr so It's gonna be very difficult to create a Masterlist and do other stuff that'll benefit the series. But I'll try my best!

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That's all I can think of at the moment but I'll think of some more things and write it:))

A better Authors note down below!

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A/N: Hello everyone!

I hope you're all doing well today. I'm excited to share my "Obey Me!" SMau (Social Media AU) with you. It's been a while since I've been able to work on something like this, and I'm thrilled to finally bring it to life.

Before we dive in, I want to clarify a few things. Firstly, please forgive any grammar or spelling errors you might encounter while reading. Writing isn't my strongest subject, but I've put a lot of effort into this series, and I hope you'll enjoy it regardless. Additionally, this is my first "Obey Me!" fic, so I'm not too experienced in the storyline.

With that said, let's talk about what you can expect from this series.

First and foremost, the main character (MC) is gender-neutral, with they/them pronouns. I thought this would be the best way to approach the story, as it allows the reader to fully immerse themselves in the world without any preconceptions.

The series is set in a world where demons, angels, and humans all exist together. You'll follow the MC as they navigate this new and exciting world as an exchange student, working towards uniting these three groups. However, it won't be an easy journey, as there are sure to be many obstacles and challenges along the way.

As for the format of the series, I'll be including tweets and text messages throughout. This will allow you to get a better sense of the characters and their personalities, as well as keep the story engaging and dynamic.

Now, for the not-so-great news. As I mentioned earlier, I'm not the best when it comes to writing, so there will likely be quite a few grammatical errors throughout the series. Additionally, I'm still in school, so the chapters won't be coming out as quickly as you might like. The first chapter will be posted quite late, so I appreciate your patience in advance.

Finally, I want to mention that I'm still very new to Tumblr, so creating a masterlist and doing other things that will benefit the series will be a bit of a challenge for me. However, I promise to do my best and keep you updated on any changes or updates to the series.

Overall, I'm really excited to share this "Obey Me!" SMau with you all. It's been a labor of love, and I can't wait for you to read it. If you have any feedback or suggestions, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'm always looking for ways to improve and make the series more enjoyable for everyone.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

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i wish bad movies today didn’t sucks so much like the most you can say about a bad movie today is ‘it was shot well’ but sometime not even that. like the editing in mortal kombat 2022 was horrible… like truly my worst watch this year (i don’t watch mcu live actions). a bad movie today is so fucking boring and hard to watch, all the good writers are working on shitty sitcoms or children’s cartoons. my friend works at a prod studio for what used to be redacted CW show… they genuinely are uncreative and unclever </3 a bad movie from the 90s or even early 2000s still had ppl acting their heart out because there was chemistry testing, it would be corny, or there was strong art direction. bad acting can still have a decent watch when all of the other story elements come together, and if there are good actors they will either carry the production or match the “ham” iness. now we have shit acting famous ppl who “look good together” with perfect skinny dehydrated bodies. i was watching the sabrina the teenage witch sitcom and someone playing a teenage lead today has to be like 50lbs lighter than what she was despite already being thin. also not linking the “everyone is beautiful no one is horny” article, it has like 2 good passages and the last half is absolute shit lol.

all we have are mass produced entertainment that isn’t entertaining and famous ppl trying to prove they can work hard as rich ppl like “now i’m going to run an animation studio and make it go bankrupt because i have no clue what i’m doing” or “i’m going to do VA ing because i can do emotive voices!” i kind of miss the actor to director pipeline because at least you know they were doing it because they wanted to learn about film, tv, and productions! anyway all bad movies today are painfully boring, there are no gay undertones or personality that could make them camp or even a cult classic. film is dying because The People’s Joker parody got pulled from Tiff after one screening. they were not lying when they said we are living in a fundamentalist anti intellectual times… not to mention film & tv are like the most powerful propaganda tools for the masses lol

#where are mh fun bad movies!!!#i think qbout my friend who want to media school and told me that a classmate wanted to be a producer #and their fave film was an mcu…. that’s a future tastemaker ☠️

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i'm going to spew about the books i read in january. the last two books i read were god-awful and i want to complain about them so here i go!

January as a whole was kind of a bad month for reading because most of the books I read were really bad-to-mid LOL

the first two I read were What Mother Won't Tell Me and Knock Knock Open Wide. What Mother Won't Tell Me is a domestic thriller about a girl who finds out her family isn't what it seems. Very boring characters, very boring prose, very boring twist/ kind of insulting twist, all around very boring, but short enough that I finished it.

Knock Knock Open Wide was decent. An evil children's show creepypasta, but blended with Irish folklore. I usually find 'tHis sHOw fOr KIdS iS aKsHulY teH EvILz!!1!' super trite and boring but this managed to pull it off in a way that wasn't really lame and try-hard.

I've never watched an episode of iCarly, and I don't care enough about celebrities to read their memoirs, but I'm Glad My Mom Died was the only genuinely great book I read in January. Jennette McCurdy is a terrific writer. The way she ping-pongs back and forth between harrowing trauma and humor is so good and deeply uncomfortable LOL

The last two i read were The Star and the Strange Moon and Fourth Wing. Both are absolutely awful.

Strange Moon has a great premise: a 60s starlet goes missing while filming a movie. Despite the film never being finished, mysterious showings appear every ten years with new-but-impossible footage of said starlet. Meanwhile, a guy tries to figure out how this missing star is related to the death of his mother.

Spoilers, the answers are: 1) a demon did it, 2) the mom blames the star for her (the mom's) career not taking off.

it's more convoluted than that, but this whole book is a disaster. A Meandering plot, the author can't pick a genre, boring male protag, Strong Female Protagonist™️(who still gets rescued by the male protag LOL), and a shitty romance that- no joke- gets shoved into the last 50-100 pages of a 400+ page book. Truly abysmal.

then comes Fourth Wing. I kinda vague'd about this a while ago, and i reaaally tried to finish this, but good god I could not take it. Absolutely cringy dialogue, boring characters, world building that leads to massive plot holes, and a protag that's so incompetent, everyone else needs to save her ass constantly.

Seriously I cannot stress enough how awful of a protagonist Violet is. Her idiot mom put Violet, the child with brittle bone disease (not actually what she has but basically that), (edit: after reading some very cathartic one star reviews, someone linked a very good essay about Violet, her chronic pain, and how its probably closer to Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome) in the Fantasy Marine Corps where the training regularly kills people. Yet Violet, despite essentially being trained as a historian, INSISTS that she can make it as a dragon rider. Girlie, the reason you are even alive is through the intervention of OTHER PEOPLE. You SUCK at fantasy military.

the whole thing feels deeply juvenile too. like, the constant allusions to sex feel so desperate to sound like it's mature when it's just there to bump the age rating up from YA to New Adult. just trash LMAO

Those two were so bad I've basically given up on fiction for the next month or two. I'd rather read nonfiction about the Donner Party than another YA masquerading as an adult book.

#i truly cannot express how much those last two infuriated me LOL #i want so badly to enjoy a romantasy unironically but everything ive read so far is so fucking bad #btw i moved to reading “the indifferent stars above” which is indeed about the donner party LOL

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Day 4- Omori AU Whumptober 2023

AI-less Whumptober Day 4- ALT Prompt Drowning

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Fandom: OMORI Rating: Teen Word Count: 2283 Summary: Rococo cannot swim. Unfortunately, there is a lake at Camp Headspace, and he’s just been pushed into it. AU: Summer Camp AO3 LINK See this post for a summary/explanation of the AU

Rococo had just finished his latest piece of art, and in his expert opinion, it was his finest creation yet. Over the course of the summer, he'd developed his skill significantly, going from crayons to pencils to biros, from sketching to painting to everything.

He’d been working on his realism as of late, so his most recent picture was a portrait. It depicted Spaceboy, donned in full space pirate attire. He’d even added a cape and eyepatch! It was bright and colourful, just like Spaceboy was, and the background was covered in shiny, silver, stuck-on stars. Rococo could hardly wait to show it to everyone.

The first person he found was Spaceboy, who was overjoyed, saying that he looked like ‘a real space pirate'. Rococo grinned proudly at that. The next was Kim, who was in a rush but offered a quick 'good job, kid' nonetheless. Then it was Jawsum, who (as Rococo expected), offered to buy it. They agreed to organise commissions at a later date, Rococo planning to give the painting to Spaceboy that evening.

Then, he spotted Marina.

“Hi, Marina!” He waved, forcing down his apprehension at her stormy face. Marina was unpredictable at the best of times, and right now, she did not look happy. Rococo was reminded uncannily of her expression a few days prior, when she dissected a bunny she found in the forest. “Wanna see my picture?”

"No," She replied shortly, snippily. Rococo's eyes widened pleasingly.

"Please?" Rococo begged, following her as she began to stomp away.

“Go away, Rococo,” She glared at him huffily, folding her arms. Rococo wilted a little. “I’m not in the mood for your stupid art.”

“It’s not stupid!” Rococo cried out defensively. “Art is le magnificent! It is–”

“Yeah, yeah, I get the idea,” She rolled her eyes. Thinly veiled curiosity sparkling in them, she asked, “What’d ya’ draw?”

He brightened up again, displaying his beautiful portrait to her. “Spaceboy.”

“Lame,” Marina sighed. “He’s boring. Why didn’t you draw me instead?”

“Oh– well, I– um…” Rococo stuttered, then shook his head a little. “I will be sure to draw you next time, Marina. I just… Enjoy making pictures of Spaceboy, too!”

“Never mind, I don’t want you to,” she said dismissively, peering down at a bug she’d spotted on the ground.

“What? Why not?” Rococo asked, rather put-out.

“I don’t like your art,” Marina shrugged, crushing the bug with her boot. “Not my thing. Too flashy. Not enough blood.”

“Not enough blood?!” Rococo echoed, incredulous and indignant to the highest degree.

Marina nodded sagely. “You can never have too much blood in your pictures. Yours don’t have any, so they suck.”

“Le gasp!” Rococo gasped Frenchly, holding a hand to his heart. “Well, your experiments suck more!”

“At least I’m not a failing artist,” she shot back angrily.

“How dare you?! I’m not failing! Jawsum’s going to commission me later!” Rococo stuck his chin out.

“Who would buy that?” Marina snorted derisively. “I’m no artist, but neither are you, Rococo.”

“Hmph! I’ll show you,” Rococo crossed his arms, saying petulantly, “It’s hardly like you’re a proper scientist. You just cut up poor, innocent little animals and claim that it’s for the sake of research. It’s concerning.”

“Hey!” She growled, fists clenching. “I am a scientist!”

“Nobody’s going to listen to your findings unless you portray them well,” Rococo told her derisively, having perfected his condescending tone by the time he was eight. Sweetheart was a great example, and he was exposed to hers constantly.. “And you are awful at talking to people. You need to be charming and charismatic, Marina! Like Hero. And like me. You’re just scary.”

“Scary?!” Marina glared daggers at him. “I’ll show you scary–”

“What’s going on over here?” Aubrey walked over to them, twirling her bat casually in her hand, and Rococo couldn’t help but stare at it. He knew Aubrey wouldn’t harm them, but her bat sure did look like it could do some damage.

“Rococo said I’m scary,” Marina blurted out, folding her arms tighter.

“Marina insulted my art!” Rococo added on grumpily.

“Just stay away from each other for a while,” Aubrey told them, sighing. “Why can’t you campers get along? You’re as bad as Kel and I were at your age.”

“You mean as bad as you are now,” Marina muttered unpleasantly.

But Aubrey just huffed a laugh and ushered them in opposite directions. Rococo sulked for a while, musing over his latest piece. Maybe it wasn’t quite as magnificent as he’d first thought. Now that he looked at it properly, the proportions were a little off, and the colours not quite as bright as he’d like. Spaceeboy’s smile was lopsided, the sky was darker in some places than others, and the fineliner marks were too thick around Spaceboy’s ear accessories (Rococo had initially forgotten to add them so had to draw over the ears.

There was always room for improvement! His next masterpiece would simply have to be even more breathtaking. Marina’s feedback was actually helpful, if he squinted very, very hard. He did tend to avoid reds, and they could probably make some of his pictures more stark. Blood grossed him out a bit, but it wouldn’t hurt to try drawing some, he supposed…

“–was actually thinking the lake,” he heard a voice say from nearby. Marina. In his gloomy walk around camp, he’d wound up on the other side of it, near the girls’ cabin.

“Really, Marina?” He heard her older sister, Molly, exclaim in surprise. Rococo had always been curious, so couldn’t help but listen in. “That’s not typically your style, darling.”

“I know,” he heard Marin a reply. “Still. I figured it would be a good idea after what he said.”

“If you’re certain, Marina,” Medusa, the youngest and most terrifying of the sisters– how someone so small could have such an intense death stare, Rococo didn’t know– replied. “Then I say you ought to go for it. Such hostility towards you cannot be permitted.”

“I’ll leave him a letter, telling him to meet at the lake. Then, I’ll show him what I really meant to say.”

Rococo, entirely missing the sinister undertone to her voice, raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. It seemed that Marina wanted to reconcile, putting their differences behind them. Besides, the lake would be an amazing place for him to paint! He had just gotten a new set of watercolours, after all…

He feigned confusion when Spaceboy gave him the letter, seemingly sent as the sisters’ errand boy. Its contents were exactly what he expected, requesting he meet Marina at the lake, but Rococo was an excellent actor, so Spaceboy was none the wiser when he expressed his apparent befuddlement. He always did have a flair for the dramatics…

“Le gasp!” He lifted his hands to either side of his face, clearly shocked. “It appears that Marina wants to apologise to me. As she should, that little fillet mignon!”

“Good luck making up with her! I know how tricky Marina can be to handle,” Spaceboy smiled widely at him. “I’d be happy to help if you wanted any!”

“Really? You would do that?” Rococo asked, beginning to beam himself before faltering a little. “Alas… This is something I must do alone. I would not want to upset her by dragging you into our feud, and thus… I must go alone.”

“Okay,” Spaceboy agreed, clearly trying to hide his devastation at being denied. That smile had to be a facade! Anyone would pay millions to accompany him for even a second upon realising his talent, and Spaceboy had witnessed it firsthand! “Bye, Rococo!”

And so, Rococo began his epic journey. In the woods, he battled spiders, rocks, thorns; the terrain was treacherous, but it was nothing the great artiste Rococo couldn’t handle! At one point, he battled with a tree, his hair tugged by its sharp and twisting branches as he struggled to get free. He won that battle, as he did every fight. Eventually, he made his way to the lake, scanning the area for Marina.

There was no sight of her.

“Marina?” He called out cautiously. “Marina?!”

No reply. It appeared that he had been tricked.

Sighing, Rococo took a step towards the lake. His tussle with the forest had left him a little disorderly, so he gazed into his reflection closely, picking out pieces of twigs and leaves from his glorious locks. Rococo was not made for the woods. Perhaps he ought to have tied his hair up before setting out into it alone.

The water was perfectly tranquil, and as Rococo looked over it, he realised just how stunning it actually was. The sun was starting to set a little, shades of pink and orange dancing across the sky, a warm gradient running across it that was reflected in the lake before him. Rococo’s mouth dropped a little in wonder, forming a round ‘o’ shape. He’d never quite noticed just how pretty it could look before.

He considered sitting down for a while to continue surveying the wonderful view. He would lounge across the healthy green grass, watch the sun slowly go down as the water glittered. See the beautiful pinks and reds of the sky gradually darkening into a cool shade of cerulean, breathe in the lovely forest air. Enjoy the peace and quiet, rest for a while away from the chaos of camp. Rococo breathed in deeply, marvelling at the lake before him–

And gasped in shock as he was unceremoniously shoved into its waters.

His arms flailed, time seeming to slow down for a second as Rococo stared, wide-eyed, at the rapidly approaching azure below him. It no longer sparkled, overcast by his shadow, the blue seeming vast and all-encompassing.

Rococo was powerless to stop himself from crashing in, the seconds unfreezing themselves and seeming to pass twice as quickly to compensate. His gasp was cut short by a sudden flood of water, Rococo choking on the liquid as it slid uncomfortably down his throat. His lungs quickly tried to expel the unwanted fluid, Rococo coughing painfully and desperately trying to kick towards the surface. The water was freezing, far colder than he’d expected, shocking his system and forcing his eyes wide open in panic even as they stung from the lake water. He tried peering through the darkness, but all he could see was black.

Every sound was muffled, Rococo’s ears popping disconcertingly as his nose filled with water too, feeling strange and out-of-place. His skin numbed with the cold enclosing him, Rococo shuddering as it seemed to seep into his bones. He forced his coughs to stop, focusing on kicking upwards fruitlessly, his heavy clothes weighing him down. The watercolours in his pocket would be ruined by this point. That seemed like a silly thing to worry about just then, but Rococo still felt a spike of disappointment rise in him all the same.

This whole thing wouldn’t be such a problem if he knew how to swim, but in his neighbourhood, there were no pools whatsoever. So Rococo was left throwing his arms and legs about without a clue of what he was supposed to do, desperately trying to hold in the remaining oxygen he had. His head spun with the burning need to breathe out, colourful spots beginning to pierce the black all around him. Rococo was suddenly hit with the realisation that he was going to die.

He didn’t want to die. He had so much left to do! He had to harness his skill and be the best man at Sweetheart’s wedding and fund Spaceboy’s trip to the stars with his commission money! Rococo couldn’t die, not yet, he refused to.

But no matter how much he protested the notion, Rococo’s lungs expelled what little air they had left eventually, and all that was left to breathe in was water. He choked and spluttered, only causing more of the blasted liquid to flood into his system. Inside of his lungs, there was a sensation that seemed tearing and burning all at once, far too different from the unforgiving cold all around him. Panic engulfed him in waves, the hot tears budding in his eyes a stark contrast to the omnipresent cold surrounding him. Rococo was going to die. He was going to die alone, in a lake, surrounded by the pressure of hundreds of gallons of water.

Marina must have pushed him, Rococo registered distantly, remembering the sharp shove against his shoulderblades. She’d wanted this to happen. And for what? To prove she was stronger than him? For all he knew, this was just another of her experiments. He was simply unfortunate enough to be selected as the test subject.

He was going to miss Sweetheart when he died. Sweetheart and his grandma and his friends at Camp Headspace. Rococo wished he had at least said goodbye to her before setting off towards the lake. He was so stupid.

His chest spluttered weakly, Rococo spotting what looked like a huge set of teeth before his eyes slid shut. It was almost… Peaceful, floating within its depths, once the frantic hacking of his lungs subsided. They still felt like they were being crushed, but the feeling was far away, distant. Like it was happening to someone else. His mind was blurry with alarm and something else, but Rococo wasn’t too worried. The only thing that really bothered him by that point was the cold. The biting iciness that enveloped him was unwelcoming and cruel, wrapping him in an unwelcome, inescapable embrace. He was going to die. There was nothing he could do.

Sinking slowly down, Rococo finally succumbed to the darkness.

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Moan for Me: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (4) In the safety of his enchanted chambers within the Tower, you encourage Loki to be as loud as he wants to be. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Dirty talk. Noise-kink(?) Language. Teasing. Kinda fluffy. PV Sex. Established/secret relationship.

Loki stirred in his sleep as you lay propped on your elbows, studying him intently. Slow breaths rose and fell from his chest, half-covered seductively by the luxurious white bedsheets. Tendrils of raven hair were scattered around his head, a dark halo surrounding his godly face as morning light crept through the edges of thick curtains. You watched the lines of his forehead crease as he reluctantly awakened, your silent vigil to his beauty at an end. “Good morning, darling” he mumbled knowingly, his eyes still closed.

You kissed him gently before snuggling into the crook of his neck, your hand sliding over his torso. The skin beneath your palm was smooth and firm, stretched tightly over the landscape of his muscles beneath. You sighed, enjoying the moment. It wasn’t often that you allowed yourself to stay overnight in Loki’s 'chambers'. You could count the number of times you had on one hand. On one finger, in fact. The fear of discovery had been too great to leave to chance. At first Loki hadn’t understood why you were so resistant to the idea of sharing your budding relationship, but it frightened you. What if the pressure was too much? Or he got bored? The judgement, media coverage, the changes. You didn’t want anything to change. Loki believed that the team would keep your secret, but you weren’t so sure. You had seen Rogers after a few appletinis. He couldn’t keep a secret like this for shit. And besides, you reminded yourself as you snuggled deeper into Loki’s chest, inhaling him deeply, the clandestine fucking was pretty hot. “Did you just smell me?” Loki murmured, running his finger along the line of your jaw. You nodded shyly, the vibrations of his husky morning voice making you fizz with need. “What do I smell like?” he purred, nuzzling your cheek. You allowed yourself the luxury of drinking in his heavy scent, taking your time. “Like spice and pine...and…” you paused, trying to place it. “Leather?” he said, dimples flickering as he smiled tentatively, “everyone always says leather.” You frowned, a wave of jealousy rising in your belly “who’s everyone?” Loki’s hand reached to your shoulder with a theatrical sigh, flipping you easily to your back. You hit the plush mattress with a soft thump, his long torso rising over to encase you. Trap you. God, he was so fucking hot. His thick forearms rested on either side of your shoulders, those hard biceps flexing tantalisingly close as he lowered to gently suck your earlobe. His hair brushed your cheek. You shivered, feeling your hands rise automatically to grasp against his hardening cock. “Was that a little touch of jealousy, pet?” he whispered seductively, an amused smile audible against his warm breath. Before you could answer, Loki slid two long fingers between your soaking folds, teasing you. A small whine escaped as he ran them gently against your pussy, ghosting around your clit. You could feel the wetness that had been pooling between your thighs while you watched him sleep sliding against his fingers. “I want you, Loki” you whispered, hips thrusting upwards to tempt his fingers inside your core.

“Again?” he said incredulously, his eyebrows shooting up in mock-disbelief as he rose to his knees, re-positioning himself between your open thighs. “I suppose I can accommodate your needs...” he goaded, lowering his face to place languishing kisses downward between your breasts. You pressed your lips together, stifling a moan. “Remember darling, you don’t need to contain your cries of pleasure here…” he growled softly. A low moan escaped you as his lips reached your stomach, knowing that if you let him, he would eat you out for hours.

“I want to hear you, Loki” you said, running your hands through his hair, “I need to feel you inside me, I need to hear you moan for me...as loud as you can.” His eyes flew up to meet yours, hands sliding up the curves of your body as he cut you off with a ravenous kiss. “Was I too quiet last night, kitten?” he rumbled, a glint in his eye as he positioned his cock at your keening entrance, “did I not vocalise my enjoyment of your body to your satisfaction?” You giggled beneath him, his mouth flickering with a smile under his narrowed gaze. “I just love when you don’t restrain yourself, that’s all...” you murmured, feeling your cheeks heat under his stare. “Why do you love it Y/N?” he keened, edging his cock inside your tight, wet cunt as his mouth fell open slightly, “tell me.”

He bottomed out inside you with a low groan as your back arched off the bed to meet him. Your fingertips digging into the toned skin of his shoulders, scratching down the expanse of his back as you let out a twisted cry of his name. “You were saying, darling?” he said stoically, while his cock withdrew; tugging at every bubbling nerve of your channel on its way. “I love...uhhh, Loki” you moaned, as he thrust back into you. “when you sound like an a-ahhhh, an animal. Like you’ll die if you can’t fuckkkk – fuck me” you panted, your fingers desperately grasping the sheets. “Come on darling, you can do better than that. You know how much I like your pretty words…” he said coyly, a broken groan slipping from him as he rolled his hips in waves, tugging your clit against his pelvis.

Your eyes screwed shut. It was too distracting. The sight of his tousled hair hanging sluttishly around that chiselled jaw as he took you slowly with mischief in his eyes. “I love hearing you come undone from my mouth, my h-h-ahhhh, hands, my pussy...like you’re all m-mine” you moaned as Loki’s manhood buried deeper, pulsing with short thrusts. Your eyes fluttered open. His brow was furrowed, his lips twitching with the effort of staying closed. He was holding it in on purpose. Smug bastard. “When you’re loud...” you said confidently, thrusting your hips upwards roughly, making his eyes roll back; “it makes me feel like I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.” A primal growl rumbled in Loki’s throat as his hands slid under your waist, scooping you up to sit flush against his chest. His palms pressed down the curve of your back, gripping your ass to him tightly. “Be careful what you wish for, darling” he muttered.

You lowered your knees around his hips, calves tight to his perfect skin as he knelt on the bed, balancing you on his thick cock. “Ohhhh Y/N…” he groaned loudly, the sound making your pussy hum as it vibrated against your ear. Your hands wound in his hair, tugging gently as he released a soft hiss. He began to thrust upward, bouncing you rhythmically as you steadied yourself against his shoulders. He looked up at you with pure need, the longing in his eyes rising with each clench of his thighs. “GODSSS, darling uhhhhhhhh yesss...that’s it” Loki moaned wantonly beneath you, the angle of his manhood making your eyes water with pleasure. His eyelids fluttered shut as his head fell back, the hands guiding your hips pulling you needily; “that’s my girl”, he panted, “that’s my good fucking girl”. You rolled your hips purposefully, creating waves against the thick pillar of flesh buried deep in your cunt. He rumbled beneath you, dirty words thundering between desperate moans. "Ohhhhhh darling you know how to fuck me so well."

The timbre of his voice radiated through his chest as he claimed you– he really wasn’t holding back. Deep grunts penetrated the air as Loki’s thick thighs propelled you upwards, caught at every thrust by his palm square on your back. The other kept your hips snug against his; making sure his insatiable length caught every flex of your attention. The god’s face buried in your cleavage, licking a stripe up your skin to meet you in a hungry kiss. Every breath was ragged. Loud. His forehead creased with pleasure as he owned you completely. Or you owned him. You were never sure. "Ahhhhh-uhhhh you're uhhhhh...yessss... my insatiable god-slut aren't you...fuck.yes." Saliva covered your mouths from desperate kisses, your arousal smeared across his thighs, his lip quivering as he let himself be free. He was so beautiful. With every rise of his hips, he edged you closer to paradise, the syllables of your name dripping from his tongue like a feverish prayer to the gods of old.

The solid lines of his cheekbones flexed as his lips parted further; face tilted upwards to yours with hooded eyes and a creased brow. Loki was incandescent with pleasure. Knowing how much you enjoyed his verbal arousal had released something. "I want to own you...uhhhh...my fiery goddess, my oh...fuck....yessss" His needy, primal moans filled the bedroom like bass, escalating in volume with every thrust as he chased his release. The pitch wavered as he felt his climax approaching, hot breath fanning your ear from staggered pants as he tightened his grip on your hips. "Come around my cock, darling...ohhhhhh... gods let me feel that tight pussy sing..." You clamped down against him. The eroticism of his vocal pleasure turning to non-sensical breathy whines and moans made you feel light-headed. You bucked as you came devastatingly over his cock. Loki bit down on your shoulder with a guttural sigh as he felt the walls of your channel tighten around him, riding out your high with you. With a low grunt he flipped you to the mattress once more, leaning atop you without ever unsheathing his cock. His hair clung damp to his forehead, a mist of sweat forming on his back as you pulled him between your open thighs. “Moan for me, Loki...as loud as you can” you murmured into his ear between his deafening groans. “Claim me, my king.”

With a final realm-shattering roar he thundered into his orgasm at your words, the deep moan of pure lust searing through your body as he buried his face in your neck. His thrusts slowed as he panted loudly, tension leaving his body with every husky whine against your moist skin.

“LOKI. LOKI?!” You flinched violently as fists suddenly hammered at the door to Loki’s chambers. The god raised his face groggily from your shoulder, looking at you with bewilderment. “Don’t look at me darling, I’ve had the silencing enchantment on my rooms for months. You know that.” he panted smugly, “It’s my brother, it will be something ridiculous, he’ll go away don’t worr-” “LOKIIIIIIIIII…” Thor’s voice howled theatrically from the corridor, the sound of heavy footsteps departing before running towards the door at speed. Loki’s eyes widened towards you, sitting up straight with concern etched across his face. “Darling, I think you may wish to depart to the closet.” THUMP “The closet?!” your eyes widened. What was happening? “Unless you wish for my brother to find you naked in my bed, then yes darling. The closet. I think even he in all his oafish naivety could see through this particular scene, don’t you?” THUMP As Loki spoke you had already gotten halfway to the walk-in wardrobe, picking up your scattered clothes as you went. “Magic would really come in handy right now…” you huffed, as Loki opened the door and ushered you inside. “It doesn’t work like that darling, now hush.” he said, before closing the door. Right on cue there was the sound of wood shattering as Thor flew shoulder first through the front door. You heard his thumping footsteps cross the wooden floors, making his way towards the bedroom. “LOKI? LOK-” there was a pause as Thor turned the corner, taking in whatever scene lay before him. “Yes, brother?” Loki drawled, practised boredom lacing his voice, “Demolishing my entranceway is a novel way to get me to converse with you, I’ll give you that.” You heard a book snap shut. He must have seidred some clothes on, too. It doesn’t work like that darling. You rolled your eyes, pressing back further into Loki’s impeccably hanging suits, clutching your rumpled clothes to your chest. “Loki, what in nine hels...you...are you quite well? The sounds of your pained cries were echoing throughout the hallways, I came as quickly as I could...” Your hand covered your mouth as you silently grimaced. “Don’t be ridiculous brother, you know I have a silencing enchantment in place. Have you checked on Rogers? Perhaps he pulled down a shower curtain and became entangled” your lover said calmly, an air of superiority clouding his tone.

There was a loud creak as Thor perched on the bed, presumably facing Loki sitting on the chair in the corner. “That Strange fellow was doing his monthly spell-cleanse this morning, he must have removed the silencing enchantment too, no enchantments allowed at all now – and thank the gods brother. Otherwise I would not have known you were in peril…” Loki huffed, his patience wearing thin; realising he would need to concede to the farcical situation he found himself in. “Oh that. Yes I... fell over.” “Brother, your moans of distress could be heard from the floor below…” Thor said warily, obviously eyeing Loki with suspicion. “I hit my knee on the edge of a table...shoddy midgardian workmanship’ he said slowly, clearly gauging his brother’s reaction. “Look,...might I ask that you leave? I’m still in a bit of pain, actually” he said, his voice thick with theatrical malaise. “No, no...don’t get up” Thor said, his footsteps edging away, “but something about this situation does not sit well with me brother. I shall uncover the source of my discontent. This I swear…” You could almost hear Loki roll his eyes over the sound of the blonde god picking his way through the rubble of the front door. Just as you buttoned your jeans, Loki threw open the closet. He was now dressed in a tight black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his face simmering with irritation. “It looks like we may have to restrain ourselves from now on after all.” he said moodily. You slid your hands around his waist, pulling him close and watching his stormy gaze soften. “Well if you ever feel like being that loud again...we’ll just need to get more inventive” you said, leaning up to gently bite his lip. “I like the sound of that” Loki murmured before catching you in a deep kiss, re-assembling the front door with a wave of his hand.

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