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Gif not mine!

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Javier Peña x afab!fem reader (implied hispanic/latina)

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.3k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a major fight between the two of you, a month goes by in which you give each other the silent treatment, figuring out if you should start seeing different people. However, Javier has a problem: he can’t get his dick hard for anyone that isn’t you. So, when he sees how easily you can move on from him, he gets awfully jealous.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), sex, possessive/jealous behavior, unprotected sex, p in v, cuffs, slight dirty talk, semi-public sex, use of ‘slut’, pet names (sweetheart, corazón, cariño, hermosa, etc.), praise kink, come eating, oral sex (f! & m! receiving), mentions of drugs, smoking, a bit of angst, very little plot (mostly filth), weirdly structured plot. I think that’s it.

— a/n: there’s some phrases and words in Spanish, some are translated and some aren’t. Let me know if translations are needed :)

No use of y/n.

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Javier Peña has never been a jealous man.

It's simply never been in his nature, not even when he was a child playing around with toys that he loved to share. And nowadays? Well, he had other stuff in mind that didn't leave any room for those pedestrian feelings.

As of now, he -supposedly- didn't have anything to be worried about. Specially not women.

Everyone knew he fucked hookers so good that they'd spill all their secrets in his ear, and that he was attractive enough to leave a bar with company just after a couple of minutes from arriving there. But to anyone observant, it was obvious how bad he had it for you.

Still, that didn't stop him from being an asshole.

You remember the last time you two spoke and how it turned out to be a fucking disaster: basically, he didn't like the idea of exclusivity because it involved feelings that he wasn't ready to admit, so you had called him a slut (along with many other insults) and he'd said that you were childish and sensitive. So naturally, everything went downhill after that fight.

Currently, things were pretty tense with Javier, even at work. But things just got worse when the Colombian police sent you onto an undercover mission, nothing really extravagant but still quite dangerous. And apparently, the DEA knew nothing about it.

The task was rather simple: you'd go to one of Medellin's busiest nightclubs and find out if there was a cocaine distribution line working there. The problem was what the agent had overheard from Carrillo. Not only did he knew now that you were at the place, but he also had word that one of the cartel's most wanted sicarios was about to be there too. And knowing the Coronel as well as he did, you were right in the middle of a crossfire. He arrived at the club earlier than any of them, hoping to find you quickly and draw you out before the asset came in.

But, oh hell.

What he saw the minute he stepped in almost made him lose his shit.

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You had no business being in there this late. You'd already passed down all the information needed to your boss and now you were just waiting for the cartel's member to arrive so you could call Carrillo and let him finish the job.

But in the meantime, you decided to at least try and have some fun. After everything that went on with Peña, you felt like you deserved a distraction.

The music was loud, reggaetón reverberating in your body as you danced, eyes wide awake in case the target decided to show up. The stranger you were dancing with had his hands all over your body, holding you close to him while you moved in synch. He was handsome in a boyish way, and a bit clumsy, but good enough to take your mind off from the irritating DEA agent. At least for now.

To be honest, you didn't lack any attention at the moment. Both men and women would come up to you, hoping to get a piece of what you had to offer. It came without saying that everything about you tonight resulted appealing to the kind of people that frequented the place, being an undercover assignment you did your best to blend in. And it seemed to work out wonderfully. The flashy makeup and short dress that only accentuated your figure made you stand out amongst the rest; nevertheless, what really attracted everyone's gaze wasn't any of that, but the confidence with which you'd walk around the place like you owned it.

"¿Qué tal si nos vamos pa' un lugar más oscurito, mamacita?" (How about we go to a more private place?) The guy, whose name you didn't even know, proposed. And though the idea sounded nice, your job wasn't quite finished.

"Not yet, papi. Dame un par de canciones más." (Let's dance a bit more). He hummed in response, his hands traveling from your lower back to grab your ass firmly.

"Usted manda." (You call the shots). The answer made you smile cheekily as you lean in to him, hoping to connect his lips with yours.

However, you definitely didn't expect to be abruptly pulled back with force instead, ripping you apart from the man's hold.

"What the hell..." you start to complain and twist in the strangers grasp, who started to drag you out the dance floor and keeping your wrists behind your back.

"Hombre, ¿pero qué diablo' le pasa?" (What's wrong with you, man?). Asked your poor companion, glancing over at the guy that took you away from him.

But you knew exactly who he was even before he spoke. You'd recognize that musky cologne anywhere, mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke. Damn, even your body recognized him so well that the way his fingertips dig on your skin flooded your mind with memories from the past.

"Peña." You mutter through gritted teeth, not bothering to turn your head towards him.

"It's agent Peña to you, sweetheart." He snarls, completely blowing off anyone that would try to get in his way to lug you outside.

A new, fueled up rage crept up your spine while he harshly pulls you to te entrance, right were you see the colonel's target going in.

"Let go of me, mierda!" You struggle against him, not wanting to actually put on a fight but just make him reason. "I have a fucking job to do, so let go of me or..."

"Or what?" Javier spins you around carelessly, leaving your face so close to his that your breaths merged with each other's, chest pressed against your own as he keeps you still, his hands gripping you so hard that it would certainly leave bruises.

"I need to call Carrillo. I'm working, even if you don't believe it." You tell him, letting your racing heartbeat start to settle.

The man's eyes were dark, covered by a shadow of anger that matched his stern expression. He was always handsome, but whenever he'd get mad, Javi was hot. Although it was unusual for you to see him like this, him being always attentive and careful, though still very passionate. He would never explode, not even when the stress and tension became too much to handle. But then, you realize...

"No way..." you scoff, keeping direct eye contact. "You're jealous, aren't you?"

His reaction is immediate, turning your body again and flushing your face against the trunk of his jeep Cherokee, bending you over the car. You gasp audibly, feeling the cold metal under your cheek and his body towering upon you while he holds you down by the back of your neck. Javier's lips brush the top of your ear when he leans down to you.

"The fuck do I need to be jealous about, cariño?" He whispers lowly, his hot breath giving you goosebumps and making your knees tremble. "Eres mía, you've always been."

Ah, fuck.

Despite all the shit that you went through with him, the effect he had on you remained the same. No matter what, the agent was aware of it, conscious of how you'd always melt under his touch, he just knew all your sweet spots by core memory and what'll have you squirming underneath him. Yeah, even if your mind tried it's best to erase Peña, your body would always betray you.

"You lost your chance." You mutter in a bittersweet tone. "Now get the hell off me so I can finish my task."

He doesn't instantly let go, but eventually loosens the grip on your nape. Though right when you thought he'd actually let you free, there's a cold metallic sensation brushing on your wrist and you suddenly can't move your arms from your back. The motherfucker had just cuffed you.

"Malparido, hijo de..." You ramble, straightening your back to glance at him in exasperation.

"Don't move." He growls, opening the driver's door and taking his radio out. The agent starts to talk through it, but you're way too outraged as to pay any attention, your vision going red when you catch your name, the words 'Carrillo', 'sicario' and the place were you're at, figuring out that he's doing the part of the job that corresponded to you.

"You're sick, Peña." There's no reply to the snarky comment as he simply shoves you in the back of his truck, rather carefully, considering the situation.

You watch intently while he gets back on his seat, analyzing every detail about him. It wasn't anything special, you had seen him quite often at work after your fight, and nonetheless, now... Something seemed off.

Javier was wearing a red button shirt under his black leather jacket, from which he drew out a pack of cigs and a lighter. He appeared the same, however, you could sense the tension on his shoulders and back, the kind you'd help him deal with before, and it almost felt like he was holding back from doing something. Heck, you hated it. You completely despised arguing with him, being apart from the man almost made you physically unwell.

But that was the root of this whole problem. You were able to admit it; how much you liked him and didn't want anyone else. Him on the other hand, wasn't ready for all that. Although, despite him implying that he couldn't fully commit or correspond to your feelings... Right now, his actions were very contradicting.

Because Javier Peña never got jealous.

And yet, there he was.

Perhaps, if you spurred him on just enough and cornered him in a trap... Perhaps then, he'd be able to admit it.

"So what now, agent?" You wonder, laying your back flat on the leather sit, feeling the coldness of the material on your exposed skin and trying to find a comfortable position. "You mind explaining yourself?"

He looks at you through the rear-view mirror, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. A challenging fire shines in your eyes when you lock glances with him. But he doesn't say anything, simply starting the car and getting the windows down before lighting up a cigarette.

"What about you, sweetheart?" He asks, the fag hanging from between his lips as he starts driving away from the club. "Care for elaborating on your actions?"

You snort, gaze diverting towards the window. "I was just killing time."

The streets of Medellin were loud and busy, specially on the weekends. But at the moment, the paths were dark and quiet, as if everyone knew that there was a storm coming and they had to stay out of the hood.

"So that's your idea of 'killing time'?" He comes again, tapping the cigar out his window to leave the ashes behind. "Letting random men grope you in those wrenched bars?" You grin, still defying him with your attitude. "And yet, I'm the slut..."

"You must certainly are, Peña." You reply condescendingly, watching the road. "When I was with you, that was it. No one else even crossed my mind. But then, you? How many other women did you have besides me?"

He grunts, taking a long drag without looking back in your direction. You recognize certain spots and locals, but none of them were anywhere close to your apartment. Instead of asking were he was taking you to, the idea you previously had lingers on your mind.

Red light.

"You know, ever since we... Well, ghosted each other. I've actually had tons of fun." His eyes darkened, but no matter all the warning signs he was sending with his body, you just couldn't hold back anymore, starting to play a game that might get out of control. "Actually, you know that guy working with the CIA? Balcázar?"

Javier looked so gorgeous while driving. His big hands over the lever and muscles flexing whenever he'd make sudden moves. Even now, tense as an arrow an white-knuckling the wheel at your words, he was the hottest man you'd seen.

"Shit, he’s good..." you purr, slightly arching your back so he'll get a better view of your breasts, barely contained in that tiny dress you were wearing. "I really miss him. Hated it when he went back to New York."

His stormy glare was on you, watching closely every single move you made. Your legs were briefly parted, just enough for him to peek a sight of your laced underwear. The agent's breathing became ragged and he had to try his best to stay concentrated.

"Careful, cariño." You hear him rasp out with a hint of danger. "You really don't want to go there."

Green light.

He puts the cigarette out and throws the tail away carelessly.

"Ay, Peña." Your voice goes an octave lower, licking your lips. "Don't act like you haven't been to every brothel in the city trying to fill in my spot."

The man huffs a laugh, shaking his head in disapproval. "I know what you're doing." You look at him through your lashes, faking innocence and confusion. "But if you really want me to say it, there hasn't been anyone else."

"Yeah, right..." That mocking tone was really getting on his nerves.

"Not even when we were together." Javi sulks out.

"Then why was it so difficult for you to be serious with me?" You question grimly. "Do you not like me?"

His eyes bore back into yours somberly, as if you'd just said the stupidest thing in the world despite the graveness in your voice and expression, lazily scanning you head to toe.

"Like you?" It sounded like he was struggling not to come off sardonic, cocking an eyebrow at you. "I can't believe you just asked me that."

You lean in towards him when he takes an unexpected turn, inhaling his particular scent mixed with the leather and smoke. Suddenly, he parks the car someplace dark and empty that resembled an abandoned gas station. Kind of creepy, but you recognized the area now. It was a neighborhood located a couple of blocks away from his apartment.

"Why?" You coo, taunting, patiently testing how much he'd spill. But Javier won't meet your glance, focused on the nothingness ahead of him.

"Because I can't even get my dick hard for any other women, for fucks sake!" He howls, rubbing his face with his palm, clearly pissed.

At first, you thought he must've been joking. But the way he said it came out so frustrated that it made it hard to believe he was lying. His bold statement gave you a rush of power, knowing that you had him in mind and body, the man that made every woman he acquainted feel like a schoolgirl crushing on a senior. You understood why he was so mad right now; it wasn't only cause he was jealous, but because he hated seeing that you could easily move on to the next man while he remained stuck.

Though it was a lie. You only responded to him and you wanted to prove him that. But Javier had to acknowledge the mistake he made.

"Perhaps you're just old." You teased, "Have you tried pills for that?"

His reaction was so unexpected that you had barely any time to process the circumstances. He got out the car and opened the passenger's seat, tugging at your arm to get you out the jeep apprehensively.

"Take a guess, sweetheart." He grits next to your ear, his chest pressed to your back.

"Fucking hell..." you mewl at the feeling of Javier's hard boner firm against your ass. His hands hold your waist for a second before manhandling you to the edge of the back passenger's seat, hunching down in front of you with both hands gently gripping the exposed flesh of your thighs and looking up at you with fiery eyes.

"If you want me to say it, fine." He bites, giving up. "I made a mistake. It was stupid." Then his tone denotes the way he's struggling to contain anger. "I can't bear it. Seeing you with other men... It drives me insane. I can't even think straight- shit, I almost blew a whole ass operation tonight just because I saw you dancing with that guy." You gulp, remembering how furious he was just a few moments ago. "But let's not fool ourselves, cariño. We both know you haven't slept with anyone else either."

How he figured that out was a mystery to you. Maybe he truly was a very good agent.

There isn't a retort in your behalf. What could you possibly say anyway? He had you figured out already, he always did.

Back in the day, when you first started working with him, Javier acted like a complete shithead. Him an Murphy would give you a hard time with the DEA, always getting in trouble, messing up your schedules and bribing confidential information out of you. That's how you grew closer to him. Peña used to invite you for dinner or beers as an apology, granted that he always looked forward to take you back to his apartment, of course. Except you had heard the rumors regarding his reputation, and that was a well in which you weren't particularly eager to fall in, specially since he was a coworker.

Yet, it was all in vain. How could you ever say no to him if he'd look at you with those sparkly, deep brown eyes that resembled a lost puppy? You fell for Javi's smug smirk, the groovy hair, plus that confident and bite-back attitude of his, knowing how it would eventually end. Even so, no one could really blame you. He acted different around you, people were able to tell, brighter, more open and honest.

"See, I'm sorry about what I said..." you start, but he cuts you off.

"Don't be. I deserved that shit." The man stands up, taking a bunch of keys from the pocket of his jeans and going to take off the cuffs. "You should feel sorry for all those poor guys you toyed with while thinking about me the whole time."

You stretch your arms and massage your wrists, unwilling to meet his intense gaze, conscious that you'd fall for his charm immediately. He worked smarter, grabbing your chin to raise your face towards him.

"Did you enjoy it?" He hissed, fingertips digging on your jaw with moderate force. "Having other men grab your ass while everyone watches? Teasing the hell out of me in the office with those obscenely tight skirts and talking to Murphy as if I wasn't right beside him?" Your tongue darts out to lick your lower lip, not breaking eye contact. "Answer me, corazón."

"Yes," you respond cockily, "I enjoyed it." His face swiftly sobered, a muscle feathering in his jaw. "But I didn't think it had any effect on you, so it felt like a waste of time and effort."

Javier laughs huskily, bending forward. You close your eyes, thinking he's going in for a kiss, but instead his lips go to rest on your jawline, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck and all the way down to the valley of your breasts. As of now, you're a panting mess, already turned on by his adamant behavior. The fact that you were finally getting to feel him like this after a month or so of completely ignoring each other... It felt divine.

Your tug at his shoulder as he keeps nibbling the sensitive skin. The agent knew your body better than anyone else ever could, he'd memorized all the spots that would have you moaning and squirming underneath him, which was the case just now.

"Javi..." you sigh, running your hand through his hair.

"You're such a fucking brat." He reflects, kneeling between your parted legs. "A month ago I was merely a ghost to you, a few minutes prior I was simply 'Peña'. But when my lips are on you I'm suddenly 'Javi'?" He boasts with a devilish grin. "How convenient..."

"Mmm..." he laughs gruffly at your loss of words, his fingers hooking your underwear beneath the dress and slowly pulling it down.

At this point you're so wet it's embarrassing. It was probably due to the lack of sex you've had recently, or perhaps you were really growing fond of this new phase of his and the idea of Javier being possessive over you.

"Don't you dare look away." He warns roughly, peeling the fabric off you with a tad of your help. "Keep your eyes on me. I'll only tell you this once."

You nod eagerly. "Javi, are we- are we going to do it here?" It wouldn't be a new thing, you've done similar stuff in the past, though never in such an open space, despite appearing deserted. "Your place is barely a few blocks away..." His lips graze the soft skin of your upper leg, the feeling of his mustache raising goosebumps on your body.

"Can't wait." He stated, voice tinted with lust whilst his palm caresses your calf. "Need you now."

Somehow that made the pit of your stomach feel warmer. The rush of excitement coming from that desire he had for you had gave a thrill of control, completely ignoring how he was the one in charge of this situation. Javier carefully slips your dress upwards, taking in every single reaction you had to his touch and cursing at the sight of your throbbing pussy. The heat of his breath against your exposed core only increased your arousal, seemingly encouraging him.

"Shit, this cunt really did miss me, huh?" You nod again, basking in the contact of his nose brushing your clit, sending shivers down your spine.

In spite of your low whimpers of need, he deliberately denied you of his touch were you most needed him, simply roaming his lips and fingers over your inner thighs and pubic bone. Desperate, you scratch his scalp softly, pulling a groan from him.

"Javi, please..." he was definitely going to make you beg for it, regardless of how much he wanted it too.

"Did you let anyone else do this to you?"

"No." You breathe out.

"Good." His thumb suddenly falls on your clit, rubbing slow circles. You squeal from the spontaneousness of the action, squeezing your eyes shut for a second. "This is mine." Then he slides down his finger to slightly part your swollen lips, coating it with your slick. "All mine."

"Sí, Javi."

"That's right, corazón." He murmurs, slipping two digits into you. "I'm going to fuck you so good that you won't ever think about anyone else." He sets a pace pretty quickly, pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to hit all the right spots. "I'm the only man for you. Understand that?"

"Yes, shit-" you choke down a moan when he mildly pinches your nub. "You are."

He makes a satisfied noise before diving in your pussy, starting to lick and kiss your clit without pulling out his fingers, maintaining a relentless pace and rejoicing himself in the sounds he'd pull from you.

"Fuck, that's good..." you manage to say, knowing how he likes the praise, your hand messing up his hair.

Javier pulls away for a second, grabbing your thighs to part them further and place your legs over his shoulders eagerly, hungrily looking up at you. You arch your back, ever so responsive to him while struggling to maintain a hold of yourself.

"So pretty." He whispers, admiring how your chest goes up and down from your rag breathing, your face contorted by pleasure as his fingers disappear in your cunt, the squelching sounds of your pussy and the moans spilling from your lips making him painfully hard. "Toda mía."

Your legs were already shaking, your body being so sensitive and needy. Specially for him. Always for him. But it wasn't enough and you both knew that. Though before you can beg him for more, his mouth takes place were his digits used to be, eating you out as if you were his favorite meal, lapping you up kind of selfishly, almost like he did it for his own pleasure.

"Javi, that's-" you can't even form coherent sentences without being interrupted by your cries of pleasure. "Too fucking good."

His tongue is hot and soft between your folds, licking up your slit as he rubs tight circles on your clit, fucking you greedily and moaning graciously against your slickness. Also, the image of him between your legs was always a sight to see, adding to the pool of arousal. You start seeing white spots and the knot in your lower stomach starts to loosen as the orgasm approaches, gripping the leather seat as if your life depended on it. It's a good thing that he's holding you, cause in a matter of seconds your whole body starts to tremble and his name leaves your lips repeatedly.

"I can't- shit!" You pull his hair involuntarily and he groans in response, the sound vibrating through your core and pushing you to the edge. "I'm gonna..."

You can't even finish speaking before you're coming undone in his mouth, feeling the hot waves of satisfaction wash over you. He doesn't pull away until you're practically whining from the overstimulation, trying to regain composure as he licks you clean. When he does, his eyes peer at you, intoxicated with desire as he starts to stand on his feet, towering over you.

"I missed that sweet taste of yours." He licks his glistening lips and you wish he'd finally kiss you. "Can't get enough of it."

Your hands reach his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but he takes your wrists to stop you.

"What's wrong?" You question, genuinely confused.

"I'm taking you to my apartment. I'm doing this properly." He retorts. However, you're too turned on now to care about the place.

"Please Javi, let me do something for you." One thing that made him go stupidly insane for you was the way you were never coy when asking for his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes. As if having him on your throat gratified you. "I need you."

He almost caved in. Almost.

"Stop that or I'll cuff you again." He grumbles, only making you smile.

"Do it. I don't need hands, I can always take you in my mou-" Javier flips your body abruptly, pressing your face against the seat, and you can hear the familiar sound of metal clipping in.

"Such a greedy slut." He fixes your dress, not without subtly smacking your ass beforehand.

"Mm, can I at least get my panties back?" You ask in defeat, turning to face him, but he was already shutting the door.

"No." He quickly starts the car as you settle on the back, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and lips plump from biting them, eyes still sparkling from the high post-orgasm.

"Do you like me like this?" You wonder as he begins driving. "All fucked out, cuffed and ready for you to take?"

Peña doesn't answer immediately, not daring to look back at you but desperately wanting to do it.

"I do." He answers, eyes on the road. "I like you naked. And dressed too, specially with those pretty skirts. I like it when you tell me how your day was, or when you're reading quietly." His words make your heart flutter, blushing harder. "I like listening to your voice, and the way your gaze always seems interested whenever I talk about me. Shit, I even like you when you're ignoring me." You can almost hear his smile, if that made any sense. "I like you all the damn time, hermosa."

Honestly, you weren't expecting such a straightforward answer, finding yourself at loss of words. Nonetheless, you didn't need to say anything, cause sooner than expected you were being taken out of the truck, flashes of the building he resided in passed right in front of your eyes while he dragged you through the dark, silent halls.

"Javi..." despite having limited mobility, you lean towards him, whispering in his ear. "Please kiss me."

He laughs dryly at your plea and struggles to open the door. "You want that, huh? ¿Quieres que te bese?" Then he takes your arm to drag you in, closing the door behind him.

"Yes, mi amor. I missed you so fucking much." You stay close to him, your face nuzzled on the crook of his neck. His hand brushes the hair out of your face and he presses his lips to your temple.

"Hm, is that right?" He hums and you can feel it against your nose. "Didn't seem so."

You back off swiftly, keeping your eyes locked with his. "I'm sorry, Javier. I really am."

Something shifts in his gaze, a possessive, deep emotion takes over him and he decides to take you up on your previous proposition.

"Prove it." He commands, voice hoarse. "Show me how much you missed me." The idea of getting what you wanted pursed your lips in a mischievous smirk. "I'll kiss you afterwards if I'm convinced."

Instead of responding, you start peppering kisses all over his jaw and neck, going as far along his chest as the buttons of his shirt would allow you. He lazily unbuckles his belt and pants while you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, but doesn't bother to go any further. It was going to be difficult, though nothing you haven't done before, nearly forgetting the cuffs as you craved his taste.

You rub the side of your face on his stiff erection, feeling how hard and hot he was under the tight fabric of his jeans and a low groan scratches his throat. You mouth at it before taking the zip between your teeth and sliding it down, eyes peering up at him at the same time. Javier observes every move attentively, his cock twitching at the sight of your lust-drunken gaze, breath starting to become unsteady when you kiss and lick the head of his dick over the thin fabric of his boxers. You taste the precum throughout it, salty and good, before pulling down his underwear by lightly biting the elastic.

Your mouth waters at the view, jaw going slack even before taking him in your mouth. His girth slaps against his clothed belly, tip red and leaking, just as big as you remember. Shit, you really had missed him. Javier's hand tangles in your hair, running his fingers in between the locks lovingly. He gasps when you press your lips to the slit, kitten licking the top and starting to spread wet kisses all over his length, running your tongue along the shaft, his musky scent getting to your head quite fast. He loved how every time you were on your knees for him it felt like you adored him, as much as Javier did you.

And it was true. Knowing how good you made him feel satisfied your senses, every expression and single noise he'd make could turn you on and push you to edge so easily. The man was simply delightful.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” he sighs, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb when you finally suck him in. “That’s it, wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock. So pretty…”

He lets out a gruffly moan as you take him further, watching as he screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, the sound so divine that it immediately makes your pussy clench around nothing. Javier is thick. And it’s always so hard to get him all in your mouth, but this time you make a double effort. You run your tongue against the veins on the underside of his dick, enjoying the weight of it in you, the taste and the admirable sight of him coming undone while he tries his best not to start fucking your face without warning, laying his palms flat on the wall behind you.

“Shit- that’s…” he grumbles, head spinning from pleasure, unable to make up any thought or manifest anything into words. You start bobbing your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks to provide more warmth.

You’re dripping, feeling the slick run down your thighs and the ache becoming unbearable. You squeeze your legs together in order to release some of that need, letting out a whine that vibrates through him and makes his hips jolt into your mouth.

“Fucking hell…” Javier’s hand snakes to the back of your neck, massaging the soft skin. “Does it turn you on to get me off like this, hermosa?”

You hum in response and the feeling sends him to oblivion, letting out a coarse moan that shocks another wave of hotness between your legs.

“What a nasty girl you are.” He mumbles breathily, “My girl.” He’s practically shaking at this point, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and your nose pressed against his pubic bone.

Air wasn’t a necessity at the moment, your ears ringing and the corners of your eyes watering. He warned you he was close but you didn’t back out, letting him hold you for support. He gasps out a raspy ‘fuck’ when he releases, hips stuttering and back arching slightly as his cum hits your tongue. You pull apart just enough to lap at the tip while he rides it out, feeling him throb in your mouth while you savor him until he’s completely spent, soft moans barely audible.

You wait until he opens his eyes again, brown gaze meeting yours between shaky breaths. “Will you uncuff me now, agent?”

He huffs a laugh, tugging himself back in his jeans before helping you get up and taking the metal cuffs off. For a second, none of you say a thing, simply staring back at each other with a swirl of emotions between you. But then he says your name, merely a whisper that makes you crumble.

“Don’t do that, Peña.” You scold, turning your back to him and walking towards the couch, taking a seat and listening to the leather crack under your weight.

“What do you mean?” He turns to you, hands on his hips, pants unbuttoned and hair messy.

“When you say my name like you need me and give me those puppy-dog eyes, I actually believe that you want me for anything other than sex.” He seems disappointed, mostly on himself. “So can we just fuck and get this over with?”

“Is that what you think I…?” Javier shakes his head and follows your direction, but only observes from above. “It’s not like that.”

You take off the heels, your feet starting to hurt. “Then how is it?”

His hand goes to your chin, urging you to look up at him. “I’m not good with this… I screwed up back in Texas and I did it again with you.” You gulp, your hands tightly gripping your knees. “I don’t know how to handle this sort of things, and it’s been a while since I felt like this for anyone…”

He takes the jacket off and sits on the edge of his coffee table in front of the sofa, cupping your face in his hands.

“All I know is that every time we’re together, nothing else matters. Things feel right. But when you’re not with me… Shit. Life becomes insufrible. I can’t sleep, can’t think, fuck, I can’t even have sex!” He looks genuinely irritated. “Everything’s about you when you’re away. And I can’t tolerate to see you with anyone else. It’s like someone just took a shot at me.”

You inhale sharply, taking his hand in yours without breaking eye contact. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve came back to you.”

“Precisely. I tried not to be selfish and let you go, but I can’t. It hurts too much.” He pouts, as if the mere thought made him sick. “And you deserve better.”

Inevitably, you roll your eyes. “Don’t bullshit me, Peña.” He furrows his brows at your reply, his palm falling from your cheek to his lap. “That’s crap! You think you know what’s best for me?”

“Well shit, I’m sorry for trying to look out for you.” Javier snarls back.

“I don’t need you to do that, you idiot.” You grab his jaw, taking him by surprise. “I know what I want and I was straightforward about it,” His heart starts thumping against his ribs. “So, if you want me, take me. Cause if you don’t… Someone else might.”

Your statement stirs his pot and his expression shifts. “Fuck no. You’re mine and I’m yours. That’s how this is going to work.”

“Yeah?” He lets out a throaty growl and leans down towards you.

“Yeah.” His mustache tickles your upper lip when he crashes his lips to yours and you whine into his mouth.

It was desperate and demanding, ripping all the emotions from you. Javier tasted like cigarettes, a hint of mint and of you. And you tasted like tequila, honey and of him. His cologne was a little faded, but you could still smell it.

“Say you’re mine, corazón.” He mumbles when he pulls back for air, forehead pressed to yours. “I don’t care if you’re lying, I need to hear it.”

You take him by the collar of his shirt so that he’s sitting down next to you, snaking your hand to press the palm against his bare chest.

“Soy tuya, Javi.” You tell him, laying a small kiss to his lips. “I mean it.”

He smiles cheekily as he pulls you on top of him, spreading your knees to each side of his thighs, your dress slipping upwards. Javier tugs a strand of hair behind your ear and his fingers roam your face as if he wanted to memorize every edge of it by tact alone. His thumb sweeps over your bottom lip carefully, parting your lips briefly before going to kiss you again. This time he does it slowly, taking his time with your lips prior to sliding his tongue past your teeth and relishing on your taste, almost like he wanted to lose himself in you.

To him, the world meant nothing if you weren’t by his side. And now that you were here, he intended to make the most of it.

His hands are everywhere: your waist, hips, lower back and butt, grabbing every bit of your flesh that he could, keeping you close. So close that it almost seemed like he wished to merge into you. You made out for what it appeared to be hours, until the kisses got sloppier but never less passionate, and you started grinding against him. You hold his shoulders for support, creating that delicious friction between your naked cunt and his stiff boner tucked in his pants. He jolts his hips up, making you release a whimper in his mouth.

He backed off, his lips now scrape your jawline, neck and collarbones. You arch your back when his hand slithers to pull down the zipper of your dress, granting him a better view of your tits close to his face.

“My room?” He asks, biting your earlobe mildly.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Javi carries you to the bedroom with your legs wrapped around his waist, still finding a way to keep his lips on you in the meantime. Clothes disappear in the blink of an eye and you sit at the end of the sheets to help him take off his pants, kissing his abdomen, your dress now discarded somewhere on the floor.

“Eres preciosa.” The way he says it makes you blush, skin burning under his chocolate gaze. “I’m all yours, mi amor.”

You bring his face close to yours, infatuated with his beauty. “All mine…”

“Yes, corazón.”

You lay down on the mattress, Javier starting to play with your hard nipples, nibbling at them, sucking and kissing with his attention focused on all your reactions. You’re so aroused that you’re quite literally dripping onto his sheets, legs trembling from every light stimulation and skin scorching from desire, already spurred on by the make out and giving him head.

“Please, Javi… I- need you inside.”

He wastes no time to compel, maneuvering a hand to your lower back and aligning himself to your entrance, keeping your legs spread. You feel him inside, splitting you open with no previous warning and the tight grip of your cunt feels like homecoming to him. You hold your breath until he bottoms out, enjoying the sweet stretch he provided. Then your whole body quivers, a sheen layer of sweat covering both his golden skin and yours, a couple of curly locks sticking to his temples from it.

You watch him from below through hooded eyes, every inch of him inside you making you feel so full and complete, the outline of his fingers dig in your waist to keep you angled. You bear down on his cock, enveloping him in the warm, welcoming grasp of your body. He holds your hand above your head and leans down to kiss you again, drowning his own moans in your mouth as he draws out slowly to set a pace with his hips, the wet sounds of you pussy and skin clapping against skin sending a thrill of excitement down his spine.

You get it then, as he pours out all sentiment into you, overcome by passion. He is yours. Even though he just said it, only now does it become evident to you. This is Javier’s way of proving it.

He grabs one of your thighs and lifts your knee to the crook of his elbow, the new angle spreading you further open and allowing him to hit deeper. The impact of his tip hitting every right spot relentlessly forces you to break apart from his lips, your head thrown back into his pillows while practically screaming for more, his face nuzzled in your chest as he melts into you.

“Shit baby, I won’t last.” He warns, sinking his teeth to leave a mark between your breasts. You can feel it too, hot shots of ecstasy creeping up the pit of your stomach every time his cock jumps inside you.

You tug at his hair, a strangled moan escaping his lips. “Do it in me- Please, fill me up.”

Your request sends him right to the edge, his thrusts becoming careless as he starts grinding into you, Javi’s fingers quickly finding your swollen clit. The sole touch made you writhe and reach your high in absolute bliss, clenching your walls around him and crying out from raw pleasure. He fucks you through it, overwhelmed by the sensation. You feel dizzy, barely conscious when he finds his own release, your name spilling from his lips like it was the only word he knew, coming in warm spurts inside you. His spend is dripping from your pussy and thighs when he pulls out and sits up to admire the absolute mess he just made of you.

“Well…” he says, guiding his finger to push his seed back into you, making you whine from the overstimulation. “Hope that made it clear.”

You smile, every muscle in your body weeping from exhaustion. “Yeah… I’ll have to make you jealous more often.”

He groans in annoyance and you pull him back on top of you, spreading tender kisses all over his face, laughing in the meantime.

“Not funny.” He grumbles, despite the grin forming on his lips. Javier rolls to your side, coming to lay down next to you and immediately holding you against his sturdy chest, wrapping his arms around your waist to spoon you. “Stay with me.”

His plead is barely a murmur that filters through your ears and you’re too tired to figure out what those words actually mean. You simply let your eyelids drop and retort with a hardly audible ‘always’.

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 7 months ago

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Yandere Prince x Witch! Reader

TW: Drugging (Love Potion), dubcon

Wanna buy me a coffee?: ☕

Once upon a time, in a land full of magic, a witch is in her tower stirring liquid in her cauldron.

"Ok, my seafood boil should be ready," You say, wiping the sweat off your head.

Your phone rings from the counter, and zap it so it answers the call.

"Y/N, we've gotta go to this ball!" Your friend, Ella, full name Eleanor Charming, exclaims, making you roll your eyes.

"Ella, just because your family has extreme luck finding love at balls, doesn't mean I will. Besides, I like living in the woods. The princess with powers and Eduardo are good friends. I babysit their kids sometimes, real firecrackers," You respond, tying your hair up. "Now, if you excuse me, I have crab legs to eat."

"Too late, I already magiced up a dress for you!" Ella exclaims, appearing behind you. "Boom!"

White light hits you, and suddenly, your comfy purple pajamas are replaced with a long, purple ball gown with black lace covering the front. You have long, black latex gloves and thigh-high high-heel shoes swirling around your legs made from crystal. Your hair is in a bun and is held by an ornament resembling thorns.

"You really chose a look that says I'm from the Woods, huh?" You question, walking to Ella.

"Yes, I did. Now, come on, we're about to be late!" Ella giggles, grabbing your hand and running to the black Mercedes outside your castle. "I modified the animal into carriage spell into something more modern."

You buckle your seatbelt, and Ella speeds off to the prince's castle. As you wait in the line of limos, you redo your lipgloss and spritz a bit of perfume to get the crab smell of your skin.

"It's our turn, get ready!" Ella squeals, giving the car to the valet.

"Princess Ella Charming and her friend, Lady Y/N L/N!" The announcer yells as the two of you walk into the ball.

"Wow, this place is bright," You comment, looking at all the jewels, lights, and glamor.

"I know, right? It's so we can glimmer as we dance," Ella exclaims, dancing away with a man.

"Well, I've been left alone," You grumble, grabbing a glass of wine and walking to the hallway.

While exploring the castle, you find a path leading to the royal garden. You see a handsome man with blonde hair, tan skin, and greenish-blue eyes crying near a large fountain with a mermaid spitting water. You realize it's Prince Henry's younger brother, Prince Helio.

"Henry...why did you have to go?" He cries, making you feel sorry for him.

"Uh, hi! Sorry to interrupt your crying session, but would you mind me asking what's wrong?" You ask, revealing yourself.

"Oh, sorry. I'm supposed to be out there finding a queen to rule with, but I'm out here crying over my brother. Henry was such a good older brother to me. He helped me with studies and sword training, but then he went into those woods and never came back. Now, here I am about to be king alone with only my mom and dad as family," The young man weeps, wiping tears from his face.

You knew what happened to the former Prince Henry. Everyone in the Woods did. But, it's things like this that are the reason people like you live in the Woods.

"I'm sure your brother misses you dearly. Even if he can't come back, I'm sure he'd want you to be a good king to your people," You comfort him, handing him your glass of wine. "Besides, it's your party. Wouldn't exactly want to let everyone down, would you?"

"You're right. I, Prince Helia, shall make this the best pre-engagement party in this kingdom. Now, do you desire another drink, love?"

"Yes, and just so you don't have to keep calling me love, my name is Y/N L/N."

Prince Helia leaves to get a cup of wine for you, and he pulls out a pink vial from his cape and pours it into your wine. He shakes the cup a little and lets the potion settle into the wine. He smiles lustfully, knowing he'll have the eternal love, the fairy tale ending he always wished for.

"Here's your class of wine, princess," Helia says, passing you the drink while he secretly pours the rest of the vial into his wine. "To happy endings!"

"To the Woods!" You proclaim, wrapping your arm around his to do your toast.

"To love!" You and Heli exclaim, drinking the wine.

When the wine travels down your throat, the potion takes effect immediately. You feel dizzy, and your wine falls to the ground. You fall, and Helia catches you.

"My love, are you ok?" Prince Helia asks, holding you in his arms as he feels his heart beating.

"Helia~" You moan, sitting up and leaning in to kiss him.

You kiss Helia, and it's like you both have lost control of your body and emotions. The kiss feels so good, you could've sworn you are in heaven. His hands roam your body as your tongues intertwine. Spit comes out of both of yours and Helia's mouths, and his short blonde hair ruffled as your hands run through it.

"I love you. I love you. I love you!" Helia chants, his kisses trailing down your neck.

"Ah-ah~" You moan, sticking your neck out as leaves his mark.

Helia undoes your corset, and he throws it to the side. Your dress falls to your waist, leaving your breasts bare for him to see. You quickly shimmy off the rest of the dress and kiss Helia again.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Helia compliments, his eyes full of lust and love. "I need to worship your body. Come here and let your prince worship every inch and imperfection of your body and soul."

"Yes, my love," You reply, straddling Helia.

Your beloved prince traces every part of your body with his hand and circles the beauty, birth, and stretch marks. He kisses your clavicle, breasts, armpits, every body part on the way down to your pussy. When he finally reaches your clothed sex, Helia kisses it.

"Helia, I'm-"

"A virgin? I know. But that doesn't matter because I would've loved you even if you weren't. I love everything about you. Your stretch marks, your body hair, even your scars."

Helia gently takes off your underwear and spreads your legs. He deeply kisses the entrance of your pussy, and he inhales the scent of it. His tongue enters your vagina, and your body can't help but react. Your back arches and your hands grip the stone steps. As Helia eats you out, your hips buck into his face. Helia speeds up his licking, and you suddenly start to feel weird.

"Helia, I feel strange!" You moan, sitting up.

"It's ok, my love, embrace that feeling," Helia replies, giving one last kiss to your pussy and kissing your inner thighs as you cum.

Helia begins to strip, and his clothes go flying off. His six-inch cock drips with precum, and you instantly want it in you.

"I'll be gentle. I know it's your first time. God, I can't wait to make love to you and give our kingdom an heir," Helia says, crawling towards you and lining up with your entrance.

You lift your legs to give him room, and he holds your hands. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he kisses you deeply.

"I'm going to enter you. Tell me if there's any pain," Helia states, slowly inserting his dick in you.

You twitch in pain, and Helia's hands are on your face. He kisses you again, and you kiss him in return.

"I'm ready, Helia," You say, looking at his beautiful green eyes. "I'm ready for you."

Helia thrusts slowly, panting and moaning as if your body is sweet nectar. His steady rhythm of thrusting sends your body into ecstasy.

"Mm~ Helia," You moan, feeling Helia's cock move in your pussy and kisses on your neck.

"Are you enjoying me, my love?" Helia questions, speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes!" You exclaim, loving your high.

Your toes begin to twitch, and hearts appear in your and Helia's eyes. Helia's thrusts speed up, as do his kisses. Love bites cover your neck as Helia reaches his orgasm.

"I-I love you, my-my princess! I love you!" Helia stammers, climaxing and cumming into your pussy. His legs twitch as he orgasms.

"Oh-oo-ah-Helia!" You scream, your toes curling from the release and your pussy tightening around Helia's dick.

Helia kisses you, tears flowing from his eyes as he rides out his climax. When he's done, his sweaty body rests on yours.

"I love you. I-I love you so much, Y/N. I want to be with you forever. I need you," Helia rambles, resting his head on your chest.

"I know, my prince. I know," You pant, rubbing Helia's head.

~~~~~~~~~

After your passionate session with Prince Helia, your prince covers both of you with his cape. He's been kissing your skin since fucking you, holding you in his arms as if you would go away.

"I'll announce our engagement tomorrow, and we'll be married next week," Helia says, kissing your hand, knuckles, and fingers.

You fall asleep in your prince's arms, and he kisses you goodnight.

"Goodnight, my darling."

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sukunasun · 5 months ago

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may i pls get some alpha sukuna… he’s so nasty (affectionate)

sukuna's every bit the perfect alpha on paper. ask the potential omegas lining up to fix a nest in his home and watch them salivate for a knot so large and a bond so deep. an alpha they'll present and prostrate for. there are rumours about the sheer weight and size of his cock, the heady pheromones, not to mention his week-long ruts. call it an impossible excursion—a breeding fuckfest with only one thing in mind. to be used and bred full of his pups. a litter or two or more. fucking without care—brutal, relentless, and insatiable.

but forget that his reputation precedes him. sukuna's true value as an alpha stands solely on his capability to hunt and chase, to capture a coveted mate he keeps...or lack thereof.

contrary to the rules of ritual, courting is by far the least of sukuna's priorities. turning his nose up at romance and the like when he's had potential mates eating out the palm of his hand since the beginning. there's no need to make a song and dance about it when he'd have his pick and fill of omegas without needing to try. much less convince them of his oh so superior traits.

he's attractive, you'll give him that. most alphas are. but there's something extra special about a tall man with tattoos and a mean side. such callousness. oozing masculinity and hot-blooded need. like an impending storm. too intense, too forthcoming, and way more than you're prepared for. after all, an unmated alpha is an available alpha and you're not one to compete.

'she's so inadequate for a mate. he'll reject her soon.' they say. any time now and some other needy thing might just swoop in to take her place. someone who's deserving of it.

what a waste, you've gotten the attention of the most powerful alpha you've ever met and want nothing to do with it—a self-righteous omega who believes alphas should know better. why give in to such baser instincts, how primitive, how primal. moreso in this day and age when suppressants are readily available and cycles can be tracked to a T.

which is why you don't look back when his gaze lingers a bit too long. adding distance when he not-so-subtly attempts to leave his scent on you. going as far as to turn him down the first time he cages you in and offers—upfront and blatantly—to 'help you out' with your next heat. as if you were some charity case. "promise i won't bite," he teases you about your barren neck and inexperience, unable to hide the smirk on his face.

"i'm not interested," you scoff, leaving him there with a hard-on in his pants and no relief. he might be a prized alpha but you won't entertain the idea of proving yourself. stroking his ego and preening for him. you were just as valuable of a partner despite being beyond your prime years with zero experience and still unmated.

••••••••••••••••••••

the only problem is that he won't take no for an answer.

he's made his choice among the other blurred faces and dull scents. been waiting a long time for someone as irresistible as you. "do you fear me?" he asks the moment you bend over his kitchen counter. he allows himself a peek at a round ass and soft hips, also to sniff at your scent permeating the air. omega. he knows as much. you make it pretty obvious with your distaste for alphas. but the sweet-scented slick between your legs is as telling.

geez. he thinks. those suppressants of yours are next to useless if you're already dripping this much within proximity to an alpha. not just any alpha either, sukuna's well aware you're beginning to fall for him. you want him so bad and it's so unfair. he's barely even touched you. but only because he's wondering if your underwear would survive the rest of the day. 'what if she's wearing a thong and her thighs get drenched too.' he grins like a wolf at the thought.

you admit with a heavy heart, "i'm more afraid of what i'm like with you." because how does one resist his advances. sukuna pushes the envelope just enough to make your knees buckle. his domineering aura makes everyone else cower in fear under a cold gaze but watch how it turns into a dreamy one when you push his face away after a kiss gets heated. his incisors poke you slightly like a teasing taunt and you find yourself fighting the pleasure.

"it's natural," he'll justify. how your body longs so desperately to belong to this alpha. succumbing to his...ferventness. his large, heated hands roaming over your breasts hidden underneath his shirt. the collar's too wide but it gives him room to wrap his fist delicately around your neck. you bite back an excited squeal when it feels so right.

••••••••••••••••••••

there's something off about him when sukuna returns home late that night. an unfamiliar scent lingers on his clothing and your stomach twist with a possessive feeling. the same one that eats you alive to the point of guilt. you smell it the moment he walks through the door of your bedroom.

nothing like yours, it's not sharp enough to be daunting nor is it reminiscent of an alpha's scent. but it's potent. almost as if they were doing it on purpose. releasing their pheromones so he'd pick up on it, or worse, that you'd notice.

you try not to jump to any conclusions and you don't want to be jealous, but it's hard having your boyfriend come home with the smell of another omega on him.

you straddle him against the headboard with a hardened look on your face. involuntarily snarling as you peel his suit jacket off. shirt buttons coming apart under your rushed hands.

he grins at your ferocious display. reminds him of an angry kitten. he grinds his hips upwards, keeping you in place with steady hands. bouncing you on top of his clothed cock wasn't in the plans tonight, he thought he'd shower off the stench. it's not like it was strong enough to affect him.

but he tries to get you off instead, while he tries to get himself some self-control. "feel good?" he dares to question when you're practically losing your mind, a sudden spike of lust spurs in your belly, incited with just that little bit of friction. hoping feverishly that the scent of fresh arousal will be overridden by heat and breathy gasps through gritted teeth.

you're hardly in a headspace to reply but an eager nod shall suffice. "didn't think you'd be the jealous type," you feel him nipping at your ear, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck, the slight graze of teeth against freshly washed and oiled skin,

"i'm not jealous—" you lie. holding back a moan when he rocks a little faster, writhing atop him in pleasure. your nipples have risen taut against your nightgown and it makes an incredibly lewd sight. sitting in his lap so compliantly.

“i'd want them to watch us,” he whispers and you'd never do such a thing but the idea turns you on. he tells you that back in ancient times they used to partake in mating rituals and bonding ceremonies. privacy was more a privilege then and so was having an audience. that other omegas and betas would know of their place. how insignificant they are, if only they could watch you now, pussy fluttering and juices leaking all over their prized alpha.

••••••••••••••••••••

sukuna watches your face as you come undone for the fourth time. shushes your sobbing cries with a gentle hand caressing your back. "you don't have to worry," he's too busy holding himself back to find another.

says he wants to do things on your own terms and timing. swears that he won't easily fall prey to the lingering sweet-scented air around you, perfumed syrup and sugar. gently skimming his lips and tongue over a soft nape, a supple shoulder. he'll settle for merely licking the flesh he wishes to sink his teeth into. a caress, a chaste kiss, but never bruising or breaking.

he swallows the protest to earn your approving smile in return. it's enough of a struggle seeing you prancing around unaffected while he's been dying to fuck you senseless. to do what's natural to him. "it's wrong for an unmated couple to live together," seems to be everyone else's motto and he'd like to laugh but there's a shred of truth to it. he realises that it's impossible when he wants to fuck all. the. time.

gritting his teeth and forcing a smile when he's hit with a waft of your scent, he knows you're turned on. you want it just as much—every heat spent away from him in separate rooms. he smells your slick calling out to him. hears your moans poorly muffled and overshadowed by the sounds of you fucking yourself. your pussy bare and gleaming, he'll get on his knees for a taste. prying your twitching thighs apart, forcing them open if he has to, his lips nibbling and sucking your clit til you're crying from the pleasure, thrumming his tongue so fast it drives you crazy. all for the tang of your squirt staining his tastebuds and mussed-up sheets below.

but he shouldn't live life by the balls. no matter how full and heavy they get with the need for release. preferably inside you, so deep and plenty he finds himself picturing it at random times of the day. zoning out in his office, in the middle of traffic. how full you'd look with your belly bulging out. would it drip between your pussy lips or should he plug you with his cock instead, refusing a single drop to leak.

still, he wills himself to stay within your bounds. being lustful and possessive isn't anything to be ashamed of. it's part of his makeup but he's more than that. two people are perfectly capable of looking beyond their sex and desires—or so you tell him.

••••••••••••••••••••

his rut arrives when his symptoms not-so casually appear in the middle of the week. pheromones and a temper not even you can subdue. he's biting into his knuckles from the arousal spurred on by great timing and comically predictable circumstances—just the smell and sight of you there, happily unaware and otherwise tempting.

maybe your expectations have been exceedingly high. you can't change his nature. but how dare he forbid you from entering the home you shared, spare keys hidden and passcodes altered. "leave—" he warns, then breathes a frustrated sigh, "—it's not safe."

not that he feels particularly sorry about his tone, but what separates him from you is but a door and a razor-thin resolve. he's at his limit. he won't survive this on suppressants alone. not with you looking the way you do. "how can i help?" you ask worriedly, wrecking your head over him. wanting to comfort and coddle. for someone who turns their nose up at omegan stereotypes, you're playing the part so perfectly it drives him mad.

because it's the worst experience for an alpha to go through a rut alone. you'd understand the pain of having to suppress a heat. all the years dealing with the fevers and cramps. milk leaking from your sore nipples wishing he'd be there to relieve the pressure. a nest of him and only him. grinding and burrowing within amber, musk, and spice. intoxicating, intense, chasing after the smell found in his sweat-drenched tee, a wrinkled white shirt bearing smoke and aftershave on its collar. snuggling his pillow and getting off with your fingers or a whirring toy at its highest speed, but it's not enough, never enough. pussy contracting on absolutely nothing.

his den is dark and moody when you step inside. slipping into a frenzied haze, there he lazes with legs spread on your shared bed big enough for four, it stretches wider than you remembered, or maybe it's that you've yet to see it in this light, waiting to be broken in and littered with your belongings. he's grabbed at them in a rush. whatever your scent clung to. your duvet, your stuffed toy, and pretty, day-old crimson panties gripped in the same fist he pumps his cock with.

the threads fray, soaked fabric snapping and stretching with every drag down his shaft. rip. rip. rippp. a hole tears through when he tugs too hard and that heavy thing slaps over his stomach with a resounding smack.

you see it for the first time and wonder why not sooner. the perfect dick hiding in plain sight. actually, that's not true. you just haven't seen it this up close and personal. but given the sneak peeks—when the steam clears in the shower and it hangs soft and hefty, the way it juts out of tight gym shorts, or just...the swell of it rubbing in between your ass cheeks when he gets needy—none of them could've prepared you for this.

sukuna thinks it’s so ugly and brutish. he's found many an opportunity to tell you so, even now as his head cranes backwards with a frustrated groan, a growl that rumbles from somewhere deep within. ”it's enough to scare off any omega—” he says, a knowing smirk on his face when he can practically smell the slick dribbling down your thighs, saturating your panties, "—but not you."

a thick vein throbs on the underside, tip bulging and a little darker than the shaft, girthy and gushing with precum. his balls are heavy, taut with tension under the soft skin, and you shudder at the thought of what his knot would look like...who would've thought that such a monstrous-looking thing would have this much of an effect on you. weak in the knees and stomach fluttering in anticipation. the way it seems oh so daunting, how are you meant to take all of that inside you. if he laid the entire thing right against your stomach, how far would it go? it'd be enough to knock the wind out of you.

you try to calm your nerves. it's just a rut. it'll be over in no time. quick and simple. although you've read plenty of stories and watched the videos to know this wouldn't be a passionate embrace. no tenderness or care for your pleasure let alone your comfort. you wish to believe that he'll be careful if not a bit rough. and maybe a part of you wants to please him. despite all your certainties, would it be so bad to make him feel good and satisfy his needs? would it be wrong to wish for his scent mark, and his bonding bite. to be claimed and chosen.

it's an expression you've never seen before. as if he wants to devour you. he won't explain himself as he makes you watch. turning you into a voyeur as the urge takes over him. hooded eyes locked on yours, his blown-out pupils and slobbering drool are enough evidence for you—he intends to mate.

whimpering his name does nothing to quell his madness or ministrations. he's so far gone you don't think he comprehends the things he says, "can't wait to knot you...breed you...been wanting to taste you for so long..." he purrs, low and rumbling from his chest. sharp teeth grazing against your earlobe teasingly but never biting down on the cartilage, just a light nibble that turns you into a shivering mess. he's caught you within his jaws and your instincts argue against your better judgement, you're beyond fighting and struggling now while your weak hands push against his hulking mass to no avail.

yet, it's thrilling. amazing even. an alpha pinned atop you and nowhere to run. his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck, the back of your ear, both your arms lifted in his singlehanded grasp. he dives for every inch of skin, every spot that bears your aroma the strongest, going as far into the divot of your armpit while he's laving at the salt and sweat greedily. his saliva scenting sugar-sweet skin, marking you as his chosen victim. "you're so dirty—" is more of a plea for him to snap out of it. already embarrassed, exposed, and so eager.

he takes a pebbled nipple between his teeth and swirls his tongue around the tip of it. you're too distracted to realise he hadn't responded to your quip, because your scent told him all he needed to know, so did the soft whimper when he abandons one nipple, and the moan when he takes the other in his mouth.

there's a way to do things and sukuna's way is unmerciful. a man has never been this good at finding a clit, which is probably why his tongue won't leave it alone. he keeps his tongue broad until it comes out of hiding before he's got his lips wrapped around. he sucks on it languidly. pulls away just to spit and slaver, blow a raspberry for fun. marvelling at the drool and the mess you've made.

no time to waste when most of it was spent not eating your pussy. sukuna hums and hungrily feasts, tongue flicking frantically. your screams come out involuntarily, unable to hold back your moans coming out in short staccato bursts. a little panicked, but nonetheless agreeable. "something's happening! wait—" you hiss when it starts to burn a little. your hips lifting off the bed while his fingers keep prodding that special spot inside.

it only makes it all the more pleasurable when the pressure builds, when the squeeze feels so tight. you clench and feel every pass of his digits, every purposeful lick. "—kuna, i think i'm gonna—" his fingers quicken while his other forearm presses down on your pelvis to keep you in place and it's more than enough to make you come hard. gushing again and again, streaking the sheets and his smug expression.

"i've always wanted to do that," he admits cheekily. a face you can't stop admiring now that it's covered in your juices. your legs tremble and you can't catch your breath whilst he's leaving gentle kisses on your oversensitive lips, but he's far from finished with you.

with his cock leaking in his hold, he taps it on your sticky heat for good measure before gliding it back and forth, the opening of his cock prodding, getting caught on your clit as he slips in slow. with how thick he is, you feel every ridge and vein. gasping at the first push and fisting the sheets to try and accommodate.

unsurprisingly, it hurts just a pinch. "please,” you mewl, just that single word slipping past ragged breaths as you struggle. throat dry and crackly from the heaving and the foggy, post-orgasm haze. you don't know if you want him to stop or to go on but—"what if it can't fit?" you're genuinely concerned because it might not physically fit. already full to the brim, your pussy stretches so snugly around his shaft like a glove.

"there's a lot more to go," he hints at the rest of his cock he's yet to sheath inside you. "but we'll make it fit," a large palm rests over your womb as he swipes his thumb against your clit, hoping it'll ease the discomfort.

you nod weakly, whimpering "i trust you," but he's so big. you can feel your pussy trying to suck him in, a bead of sweat travels down your chest. mouth falling open as he slips in a little at a time, girth forcing your entrance to open wider. buries his cock in the one pussy he’s fantasized about the most and ruts like he's always wanted to.

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on the third day, you start getting restless. feeling sore and exhausted while running on no sleep and little bites of food. the room is in dire need of fresh air and the bed frame is on its last legs, but sukuna's urges grow stronger by the day. he barely manages to pull out to hydrate before he goes back to fucking you. always so slow and gentle, however, your moans and whines spill out, slowly but surely you succumb to every orgasm that rocks through you. wave after rippling wave.

still hard and throbbing the entire time. it's probably because every time your neck cranes upwards as an offering, baring your mating gland, he avoids it. fighting it. "why won't you knot me?" comes out sounding pouty and petulant but you don't care. your delectable scent slowly fades into a bitter note, anxiety and insecurity filling your voice. sukuna hasn't even tried to push it past your folds. steadily milking his knot outside of where it should be with his own hands is enough of a blatant rejection.

he reminds himself that he'd sworn to never let it go that far, knotting you would change everything, what if you couldn't see him the same way, that he was just another alpha who took you for himself. "i can't," guilt laces his voice and so does his frustration when his conscience appears from behind the pussy-drunk fog. his heart bleeding, his instincts yearning. 'i don't want to hurt you' is what he means. but what you hear in your dejected state is 'you won't be able to handle it.'

was it your inexperience that made him uninterested? you knew alphas liked them subservient, obedient. just like an omega should be. taking his knot without qualms. consummating in perfect rhythm. a tinge of pain shoots through your chest at the thought—sukuna could have any omega he wants, you've kept him waiting too long, you've made him doubt. you're not able to keep up, to please him, to be enough...despite giving in. despite trying your best to take him. he won't claim you,' says the voice in your head.

a whimper breaks from you at his words. you shouldn't have to ask, this was meant to be innate, instinctual, not something he has to restrain himself from. "aren't i your mate? don't i belong to you?" you sob, hot tears flowing down your cheeks.

he presses his forehead to yours, "you're gonna bleed, i might break you," he tries to explain, getting uncharacteristically soft in the moment. it's your fault for stumbling across a wounded beast. finding your way into his broken heart. binding the pieces back together while you soothe the aches and kiss his scars. 'yes you belong to me.' his beautiful omega who begs so nicely to be mated, if this is what you're like three days in, he longs to see what you're like in heat.

you shake your head, getting stubborn. you won't accept it and you're on the verge of clawing at him to get away. you've been ready at his mercy and what for. just to come out the other end dissatisfied and unfulfilled. fuck. you just want it to be done with. defile me, ravage me, you want him completely.

in an attempt to fight him, you let out a harmless threat, one you regret the moment it's uttered because you've gone too far—"if you won't do it, i'll find another alpha who will!"

suddenly, sukuna's thoughts are invaded by that sick thought. scenes of you naked and oozing slick. pinned beneath another alpha, his weight pressing into you along with his knot, glaring at him as he makes his claim the way he couldn't and it makes him snap.

the growling sound that leaves his mouth is a warning, and so is the hand that slips around your throat. large fingers coming together around your neck. the squeeze cutting your gasp short. it should frighten you, he could snap your neck as easily as it is to split a matchstick in half and right now, he seems just about ready to.

"careful now, omega," he spits out, teeth bared and demanding submission. forbidding and looming above you, his fist tightens ever so slightly. "you've forgotten your place," it seems you've misjudged your role and the precarious position you're in. fucked out in his den, in his bed. intentionally riling him up won't do you any good. no one touches you, scents you, or claims you but him no matter how your feet kick him uselessly, he doesn't move an inch.

"i'm sorry—" you pant, "i'll be good, i promise." you squirm and wriggle underneath, uncertain if you should run or relish in it. so ominous it turns you on even more. he's never put you in your place like this and you think you should make him jealous more often if it means he'd choke you out and go feral on your pussy.

"is that so?" he tries again. presses his cock in slowly inch by inch. feeling your pussy open up and yield to his girth. sukuna leans in close so he gets to watch your eyes roll back. bullies his way through with one deep thrust and finds himself balls-deep. "you want it so bad? want me to ruin this perfect pussy all because you wanna cum all over my knot, i won't stop til you're screaming and milking me dry—"

muscle memory forces your back to arch towards him. his broad chest against your nipples, delicious hot skin rubbing your hardened nubs the right way. he stills for a moment before he withdraws slowly, a mix of pleasure and anticipation coiling in your belly.

watching him, watching you. he looks down and groans at the obscene sight of cream and slick coating his shaft, viscous and too much to bear. the bulge in your tummy protrudes where his cock takes up all that space, rearranging your guts had never looked this lewd.

when his knot finally kisses your entrance, you feel it hot and prodding against you. desperate for him shove it in. to feel it pop through and nestle so deep, all the way to the hilt while he stays there and unloads himself inside you. balls twitching, sitting in a warm crook he’s found. your omega instincts sing at the thought of him filling you up. "knot me, breed me, my alpha—" you cry. begging for it, hot and immensely copious. a sticky mess all over, both the mattress completely drenched in fluids and your insides coated in his seed.

he feels the give of your womb, the tightness around the head of his cock. groaning at the sensation. just a little bit more and he'd be buried, finally. he fucks you violently, no holds barred. hands gripping your hips so achingly tight he might shatter your pelvis into pieces. you'll count the bruises later on but shall forgive him for the fact that he's cumming his brains out.

you're crying and babbling mindlessly, yes yes just like that. your limbs begin to shake as your peak edges closer, hand gripping his bicep while bracing yourself. wild and frantic hips jerking and shallow thrusts bumping and nudging against your cervix. striking deep and rocking you against the sheets.

your shivering doesn't go unnoticed and there he leans in to give your oiled and mouth-watering neck a final lick, shushing you with a gentle, calming kiss to your mating gland in preparation for his teeth.

and when he finally pushes his knot in, cock piercing your womb as your pussy clamps down viciously on its slim spot at the base, his teeth spears into your flesh with ease. there's the give of taut skin and tight muscle but soon he settles deep enough for blood to trickle and you come several times, pulsing and fluttering along multiple orgasms rolling in after the next, enough that you're shaking in his hold.

you cry and cry, overstimulated, sensitive, and so in love. not only with how full you feel but you surprise him with your own teeth sinking down into his trapezius, not too deep into muscle but just enough to leave tiny dents in his skin. your chattering jaw and slippery lips can't find purchase while you're preoccupied with whining his name. so you try again, this time closer to his neck.

sukuna catches on to your efforts and finds it all the more endearing. helping you find the perfect spot, he manoeuvres his neck closer while you give him light nibbles and sharp pinprick nips here and there but they're all too soft to pierce the skin. "do it," he pants, "mark me anywhere, i'm yours."

it must be his words that urge you but you think it's more to do with the greed roiling inside you. you want to leave a mark that he'd never be able to cover up. by the time he's grinding his knot into you again, pulling at your hips and guiding you on it like a toy, milking him of whatever's left, your lips part around the front of his neck without any more hesitation. inhaling his scent deeply, the vibrations of his groans rattling against your teeth, before biting down on his throat. teeth embedded deep and tongue lapping at his bobbing adam's apple.

he leans in to kiss you filthy and open-mouthed, tongues swapping spit and bloody iron while your thumbs caress his jaw and neck, adding a little pressure to the spot where his freshly bitten mating gland throbs quickly. a hummingbird wingbeat beneath your fingertips.

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chatsukimi · 6 months ago

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featuring: jujutsusorcerer!nanami, curse!reader, angst, breaking up. synopsis: life is too short to hold yourself back. you force a certain uptight sorcerer to learn the hard way. masterlist

nanami likes to think he has no regrets. he tells the students that he'd never had a lover, not one that lasted very long anyway. he tells anyone who asked that he is too busy in his job to date.

too busy to date a normal person outside his job, he means.

in other words, nanami likes to forget he likes a curse.

you're sitting on his couch, folding his shirts fresh from the laundry. "kento-kun!"

nanami likes to think he turns away. likes to think he goes to the kitchen to prepare his dull blade to kill you, but, recently, he's learnt that he's a liar.

you tiptoe over, examining how he runs his knife under tap water to clean off the curse residue. you had reacted better than he thought you would when you learnt he exorcised curses, probably because you were a mediocre curse yourself, not involved in the grand scheme of things.

you peer curiously over his shoulder. "that's your weapon?"

he lifts it up purposefully close to show you, but instead of shrinking away, your hands attach to its sides, gracing the cloth gently.

"woah..."

he stills. when he begins chopping up the vegetables, you're right by his side, helping him cook with rapid skill.

"careful. don't add too much salt in," he says, an uneasy monotone gracing your ears.

he doesn't look at you.

you pause on the salt, staring at him. "is something wrong?"

a flashback zips through his head, of a dying colleague, of a growing curse. mostly holding himself back, nanami lets out a long exhale. he shakes his head.

"no. i'm alright."

the atmosphere is tense under your scrutiny, probably because, for you, he would taste better than any human dish might. truthfully speaking, you only eat his food out of politesse.

'liar,' you whisper into his ear, glaring at him with an infinite amount of human hurt. "don't lie to me."

you know as well as he does.

nanami likes to think his heart doesn't clench when you reach out to hold his hand, your skin that reminiscent of that terrifying rubber feel he's constantly associated with death. you pause when he flinches away.

"nanami?"

kill them. that's your job, it's what you must do. kill them.

he murmurs lowly, "i think it's time for you to leave."

you take a step back. he doesn't move. you wait for him to chase after you while receding from him, two steps at a time.

nanami likes to think he's a serious man. likes to think he knows what's right for him and others at the most important incidences. but strip away the guise of having it all together and he realises what's most human about him is slipping through between his fingers: you.

watching you, nanami cannot think.

he's stalking towards you towards the exit. you've turned your back on him. his heartbeat tremors.

"wait-"

your voice is empty when you respond- is this what he'll remember you by?

"what, nanami?"

would nanami force you to stay? he's always been selfish in keeping you at his place, treasuring the heartfelt words, midnight slow dances, pretending the outside world didn't exist. the world which draws a distinct line between humans and curses. good and evil. but now, now nanami has to choose.

"don't go." he croaks. pathetic.

you stand there, head lowered. "why? what even am i to you?"

curse or human?

the words taste bitter in his mouth, crawling to the tip of his tongue. speak! kento, what are you doing?! speak! and in the ideal world, he says them, right there, held in your molten gaze. those three words would have you rushing back into his arms, ready to start anew. it would read like a fairy-tale.

he would be happy.

yet earth is a hell that confines him. he cannot force himself to take another step forward. you cannot force yourself to take another step back.

this is what would've always happened.

in a split second decision, you put on your shoes.

"forget me, kento," you breathe. let's pretend this never happened. "i know you hate curses getting stronger."

you cross the threshold of his door. the fantasy dissipates.

when he opens the door again, nanami looks down the corridor of his apartment complex and sees no one.

not even the curse of regret.

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heywardsdoll · 2 months ago

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one thing that you liked to do was give pope lipstick kisses. there was something special to it. the way your lips would ache to smeark that line of red across his collar.

you liked it because of what it meant. it meant that he was yours. all yours in a way that you could never explain to anyone else. those kisses were feverish whenever you gave them to him, from excitement, or from happiness. sometimes even from jealousy.

but—and the first time you did it he chided you it. the first time was when you got your job.

excited in your pleated skirt as you ran up to him. he had that smile on his face, that cheeky smile that you knew too well. the sun beamed down at you, and a laugh escaped your mouth as you ran into his arms. it was a glorious moment, something tangible in your mouth. it was something golden, you could touch it but no one around you would ever know it. that's all you knew, with that ache in your stomach from laughing so hard.

"i got it! i got the job!" you cried out, and pope chuckled, and then you took his hat.

"i knew you could do it," then he grabs you by the waist before dragging you closer for a kiss, "you can do anything."

it was that breathless confession that caught you off guard. pope was not the one to ever lie to you, his wide eyes crinkling softly at the corner was all you needed to know he was telling the truth. it was then that you found yourself getting on your tippy toes to press your lipstick on his neck. your breath was sweet with the coffee you'd drank before, but you were feverish as you grabbed his collar to get him closer.

you left little pecks everywhere you moved. soft smudges of your favourite lipstick, and you bit down softly as you watched him close his eyes. you knew he had work, and you knew he'd punish you for this later, and you were making a mess. you could already feel it on your lips as you kissed soft skin and cloth.

finally from what felt like an eternity pope exhaled, a soft sigh that was caught in the middle of his throat as he tried to move you a little away from him, "not here, yeah? i know you—" he sounded pained, watching you pout in your cute way. your eyebrows were scrunched, and you shook your head.

you groaned, balling up your fists, "i really, really want to touch–" he blocked you again, holding your hands in his. with your hands entwined in his, you melted. he was so pretty like this. a stern look on his face, as your lipstick marks covered the entity of his face. so pretty, and all yours. instead, he let you touch his forehead, your fingers dancing to fix his hair, as you tried not to blink, all breathless.

"listen now, i'm sorry that i can't," he chuckled awkwardly before dragging a hand across his hair, and then fixed his backwards to look at you properly, "but we're going to celebrate tonight, alright? bringing out my fanciest wine and some cupcakes. we'll go—" but you didn't let him finish a sentence before jumping on him again. you squealed with excitement.

"i love you pope, i really, really love you more than anything—"

"this is all for cupcakes? so heartless," he teased.

"no," then you breathed out, tilting your head to look at him properly. pope licked his lips, before caressing your face gently. there was a calm look on his face before he ducked his head back into his hat. a soft smile on his face before he looked at you again. a bashful smile was etched on his face before he pursed his lips in that endearing way.

"i got it."

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see, this was not the part where he got a bit grumpy about it. no, rather it was when he got home to your apartment. you'd been on the couch eating a bag of chips, while re-watching some of your favorite seasons of gilmore girls. you heard the door creak, and jumped up to see a disgruntled pope. quickly you looked to see him give you a proper look, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling. then he pointed at the bedroom door. there was a scowl on his face, and you knew he meant business. he got you from a single nod, and you scampered into the room.

it was here when you looked at him properly. you rushed to fix his buttoned shirt, but he gave you a single shake of the head, before furiously unbuttoning the shirt.

at that he tossed it on the bed. you felt glum now, feeling your heart ache at the frown he gave you. it was a look of disappointment, one of, 'i know you can do better." pope was the best at those, with his deep brown eyes, and his expressive body langauge.

you continued to stare at him, fluttering your eyelashes. sometimes he got you off the hook if you looked at him with your best pout. he was always so affected by it, but this time he was frustrated.

"look at the shirt."

you quickly looked at the shirt. it was peppered with kisses, marks of dark lipstick. clearly it was your handiwork. you couldn't help but bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling. pope looked like a total grump with his folded arms and a sharp scowl.

"yea? what do you notice?"

you pouted, "i'm not sure."

pope groaned, then picked up the dejected shirt, "you're not sure? i think this came from you." at this you lowed your head, and let out a small whine. you could feel pope come closer to you, a soft presence. even mad, you knew he'd be gentle.

"it's my fault. i was really excited."

finally he shook his head, in that little disappointment way. it killed you when he did that. you never ever wanted to disappoint him. the thing about pope was that he never got really mad, no, instead he gave you those eyes that you felt so bad for. it was that look that had your heart in a chokehold.

pope sympathetically tilted his head, "c'mon we've talked about this. you can't just jump me and get hyper. you knew i had a job to go to afterwards. you gotta think a little. yeah?" you nodded quickly, and he put the dress-shirt down, "yeah..." pope muttered before looking at you again.

"you got anything to say?"

"i'm sorry," you mewled, feeling tears form in your eyes. your hands tremble, as you held yourself together. you could see the cupcakes in the corner of the counter, and you knew he'd been so nice to you.

it was here that pope finally sighed, softening once more, his lips in a firm line before pecking the top of your head, "yeah, i know you're sorry. of course you're sorry—you're my good girl."

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luna-rainbow · 8 months ago

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RE: People giving Bucky a hard time over his "I'm invisble, I'm turning into you.." line being "selfish" That whole scene is Bucky displaying behaviour consistent with depression or traumatic stress. He's drinking by himself in an isolated area, isolating himself from social situations by not sitting with the ohers - he doesn't initiate the convo with Steve and he's apparently smoking. Although a lot of people did that then we didn't see any sign of him smoking before? Not that I recall anyway. And I don't believe he was jealous of a woman paying attention to Steve instead of him or "taking" Steve from him. Bucky's a true friend (I'm not a shipper full stop): and true friends aren't possessive nor do they take issue with you spending time with others or flirting with the same person as them.

I think Bucky was simply testing himself. He wanted to see if he could still muster the confidence and charm to convince a lady to dance with him which he'd probably never had any problems doing before. Its the first time he initiates a conversation the entire scene.

When it didn't work was when he knew there was something wrong. I don't think it was just the super-soldier serum. It's interesting that after that Steve is really the only person he interacts/talks to having been very sociable and outgoing before. Some people have also noted that his tone of voice chances as well, he seems to speak less often, more softly and his tone is quieter. So maybe "I'm turning into you" is actually a kind of role-reversal. Bucky is now the quiet, less confident, introverted one and the one who has been victimized (and is about to be again by HYDRA). Kind of interesting as well that the serum now means Steve is taller than him too.

Poor Bucky. Cut him a break and give that man a hug. And a cookie. A cookie can't hurt.

Hey nonnie, I'm not sure who's been giving Bucky a hard time over the "I'm invisible" speech but I'm glad I haven't seen it XD

I had a meta a while ago about that particular line. It's not a fixed headcanon by any means, I was just running with the flow of Bucky's thoughts to see how he might have ended up in that moment.

And yeah, I agree, I think he was in a very vulnerable place at that time. Not just what he went through during imprisonment, but he's also traumatised by what he's seen so far in the war, and now someone who matters very much to him is in danger (Steve) and he can't do anything about it. I'm basing my projections on what Sebastian had said about Bucky in the "let's hear it for Captain America" scene -- that no, he wasn't jealous of Steve in that moment, he was just horrified he wouldn't be able to protect him anymore. He's torn between admiring Steve for the courage, and the very realistic fears of seeing Steve come to harm, but he also knows Steve too well to talk him out of it. So he's not in the best headspace in that moment.

I do want to gently disagree in that jealousy in a friendship doesn't make it less pure or less good, it's simply a very human response to what is at its heart a fear of abandonment. Even if you logically understand that you need to let your friend have other relationships, you can still feel jealous if that eats up time you'd normally have with your friend, and apprehensive about what else you might lose. It's what you do with those emotions that defines your morality. This is why a lot of fans say that Bucky has had a villain origin story but has come out the other end a hero -- he's gone through an arc of loss and fear and jealousy, but come out the other side still staunchly Steve's friend, and that's a heroic arc.

As always I think Sebastian did a fantastic job with Bucky. The change in Bucky pre-war and post-war is considerable.

His voice is lower and coarser, his mannerisms are much more "schooled" rather than boyish, it screams less bravado and more of a quiet assurance, and that frown never lifts from his brows. But yeah, a lot of that is battle-hardened professionalism, but I think a lot of that is also Sebastian factoring in Bucky's mental health. And his eyes are on Steve a lot more even when they're not conversing -- shipping angle aside, Steve is his commanding officer, and my other thought is that...his eyes are always on Steve because the danger to Steve is much higher now, and he's always made it his personal mission to make sure Steve's going to be okay.

(I mean there's also a lot we can say, or has been said, about that particular scene in terms of male writers writing female love interest badly, but that's an entirely different topic)

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sanemisstalker · 1 year ago

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Homie I don't know if you've considered writing a part 2 for the incel Gyutaro modern! Au scenario cause it legit rewired something in my brain ajskaj 🤒💕- he's like a weird bug that's fun to poke and watch em S Q U I R M ah, I love it.

Like I can see later on y/n has an indirect impact on him even though it's a casual thing- like, telling him his cum taste bitter af and it convinces him to eat better if it means he'll keep getting head (toss in more regular showers in there now that I think about it) . Would also wonder how his sis would react to them hanging out-? 🤔

If it's not in your plans that's alright- either way, it gave me the strength to write for him and I am thankful for the food 🛐

Guess what this post is!!!! I was saving this ask so I could post part 2 with it or whateverrrr. I'm so giggle that so many people are interacting with that post, I didn't expect it to get such good reception!!

Also also, I do plan to write about how this Gyutaro definitely still raised his sister and is a bang up brother in spite of these mentalities he has! I have another ask that wants me to elaborate, and I'm planning on just making a big headcanon thing for him!!

PART ONE <-

CW// FEM READER// AFAB// BREASTED / Dub-con/Non-con (Gyutaro does something sexual under the guise he'll get laid, undiscussed BDSM dynamic)/ Panic Attack/ Vomit (not in a sex way) / Piss (kinda in a sex way)/ Sexism/ Incel mentalities/ Toxic Masculinity / Forced Bisexuality / BDSM dynamics / I say 'skullfuck' at one point / Gyutaro is reffered to as a toilet.

-Incel!Gyutaro's eyes had never even grazed a real dance floor, but there he was, at the big name club you'd dropped the location of 30 minutes ago. He'd hopped on his bike and sped there in what could only be called desperation.

-There wasn't a wait like in the movies. Not a big long line, and they let him in in his baggy jeans and stupid fucking Nietzsche shirt. He hadn't even realized he'd brought his bike helmet in until he was tossing it between his shaking, filthy hands.

-There were so many people. All of them taking their sweet time to gawk at his height and face. This was why he didn't leave the dorm. That and the abhorrent, terminally 2011 music.

-The photo had pissed him off. Bad. He'd come with the intention of a rematch (in your honor or whatever, he's not cringe enough to say that, though) and he planned to leave with you clinging to him like you were supposed to be.

-and obviously you were because there you were, hanging off Tengen Uzui's naturally bulging muscles with those 3 other mindless sluts. Not giving a fuck in the world about him or that skanky photo you sent.

-You were hard to spot in your slut disguise.

-You looked like every other girl there, and that pissed him off even worse, in a way. He had deluded himself into thinking you were good. Into thinking you were different from other females because you knew the bands and the movies, and you agreed when he implied that genetically you were just dumber-

-'Gyutaro!' You'd screech out as you locked eyes with the man. In the dark of the club, with the neon purple strobing over him, he looked almost daunting. With his helmet on one hip, and phone dangling from his other hand, Gyutaro had something similar to a western charm.

-You'd pop off of Tengen, who would only lift his head up to register the man, and then turn back to his girlfriends.

-The whole reason for their fight had been rather trivial, Gyutaro assumed, but, despite his lax appearance, Tengen did everything in his power not to smash the man's own helmet back over his head.

-He feared, along with Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru, for your safety as you barreled into the man.

-You'd run into them with a new found confidence that night. After leaving Gyutaro in his sorry state, bounding up to the three women was far less intimidating. Almost like you shared a comraderie with them-

-and you had! The three were incredibly nice and immediately ushered you to Tengen where you all began to get a long in a picturesque fashion.

-You looked good. Hanging onto his arm with the other women felt good- You just had to take a photo.

-Gyutaro was going to panic. Tengen Uzui didn't scare him anymore, but that immediate jump from Tengen's arms to his, he didn't know how to satisfy that expectation.

-Of course he was better than Tengen- but on a "purely physical" level, he knew he would never have the stamina or prowess to conquer the bodies of three women at once.

-Especially not when he couldn't even fathom conquering you.

-'Ah, is this who you were talking about?' Tengen asked. You laughed in response, nodding with verve. Your body was beginning to shift against him- fuck-

-'Mhm, Gyutaro's my best friend.' You slurred, and it occurred to Gyutaro then, that you might be slighty inebriated. God, Tengen had an awful effect on you.

-His heart thudded at the words 'best friend' Despite your light and teasing cadence, were you friendzoning him? Would you just fuck any friend you had? Not that you fucked him- but you totally fucked him-

-'Oh?' Tengen sang in that stupid fucking tone that made Gyutaro want to rip off that girly fucking headband he wore. 'Have you slept with him?'

-Makio slapped Tengen's shoulder.

-'No, no- Not yet.' Gyutaro was panicking, now. Yet? Yet? You were planning to fuck hi-

-'Be careful.' Tengen sang. And that should've been the end of his thought, but maybe the drink he had was doing more than he expected, because Tengen couldn't fight the grin nor the words that spilled from his mouth after-

-'Tell him to try and last longer this time.'

-Gyutaro saw red, and blue, and maybe it was because of the weed air or the sex musk permeating past the bar- Maybe it was the anger he had at you for sharing such a thing about him- maybe it was because He'd been holding his breathe and plotting Tengen's downfall, and now he was-

-Who was he kidding, Gyutaro was going to fucking barf. The stress was too much, and his stomach rolled in response. He'd never been exposed to such an environment, or such an embarassment, and all he knew to do was turn away and try to keep it down until he got to the bathroom.

-'That was so mean!' Suma cried out as Gyutaro trudged away, attempt at disguising his mood futile. 'You made him cry!'

-'He literally called you a slut to your face at the start of the semester. What the fuck do you mean, mean?' Makio barked.

-You were in one of the gross stalls, pulling his scraggly black hair away from the rancid bowl. You weren't sure how he ate so much and still stayed so twig thin. He'd been puking for at least ten minutes.

-'I didn't expect you to come here.' You lied, having very much intended for that outcome. 'You think Tengen Uzui remembers every drunken, horny story he gets from a woman?'

-He was mortified. The idea that Tengen specifically knew something so intimate about him made him hear colors. Red colors. He was hearing the club lighting and seething at the red blur of the motion sensor on the toilet-

-The tile felt like splinters.

-'W-Why did you tell him that?' Gyutaro gasped out between spills. The question lacked his usual grit. It sounded genuine and hurt.

-He nodded lamely and went to drop his face onto the porcelain, but your hand swooped down.

-Your palm against his marred face was soothing. Lifting his head up from the toilet bowl, you wiped his mouth off with toilet paper.

-His heart fluttered. What a girlish emotion he was feeling.

-'I'm sorry.' You whispered and only semi meant it. Some of the things he said about women in the past months could've definitely validated such treatment. Some of the comments were bordering on illegal, others on beyond morally questionable.

-'It's okay.' He slurred, moving away from your hand to try and stop that flutter. You were quick to find his scar again, and, with hesitance losing to need, he rubbed against your palm.

-Cat. The word shot through your head and then retreated. No, no. A mangy cat. A cat with mange. Rabies, maybe even.

-'I wasn't crying or any-' as he began to speak, you pulled a small bottle of mouth wash out from your bag.

-'Tip your head back.' Gyutaro cut off his sentence and did as you said. The burn of the wash was painful. As he went to spit it out, you pressed a finger to his lips.

-'You get a gift if you can keep it in for the full minute.'

-It hurt. Gyutaro can't remember the last time he brushed his teeth, but the burn in his gums said he should do it more. He managed, though, and you followed through by pulling a tooth brush from your bag.

-Gyutaro had seen this plot before, in a hentai, probably, but he'd always imagined himself probing some innocent sweet trad girl's mouth with a tooth brush. Not being probed.

-You scrubbed plague off his teeth with precise intensity. His gums bled, and he whined. His jaw would occasionally stutter, and he'd bite down with enough force that you feared for your toothbrush.

-Another pass at the mouth wash and Gyutaro stared up at you, puffy lipped and teary eyed. You hadn't necessarily been gentle, nor had you avoided his gag reflex, but you leaned down to Gyutaro.

-His natural huffiness now had a pleasant bubblegum scent.

-When you pulled the vibrator from your pussy, Gyutaro nearly puked again. He hadn't noticed it in your sneaky photo, so seeing you hike your leg up on the toilet seat and pluck it from your insides made him see stars.

-Had you had that in the entire time? Had you told the other girls? Had you told Tengen?

-You dropped the vibrator into his lap. Not in his pants, not intentionally near his dick- on his lap. Gyutaro had taken on an all too natural kneeling position, and you dropped the vibe between the small gap of his thighs.

-Dull buzzing bounced up his thighs, vibratons too far to feel- And then you were pressing your cunt against his face, and he was taking in the scent of your pubes-

-He had been told that eating a woman out was a sign of submission. Got told it'd be gross, and to only do it when the situation was dire. And a situation with a female should never become dire- Having someone's genitals forced in his face like this-

-Gyutaro loved the smell of your pussy. The taste. His hands took to your thighs immediately, one slipping back to find the meat of your ass and bury his fingers in it.

-It would surprise you, how right he looked snug between your thighs. How his eyes fluttered back when he forgot he wasn't really supposed to be into this kind of thing.

-You could remember all of the things he said about vaginas. It often left you contemplating whether or not he found women attractive to begin with, but with his tongue rolling so naturally against your clit, you couldn't question it.

-He was made for this, both of you figured. Your warmth against his palate was ball tightening. He immediately took to it. You'd never seen such enthusiasm and love shown to your cunt.

-'Fuckkkkkk-' He'd moan, but with his tongue flat against you it came out in drool. His spit spilled onto his jean clad thighs, uncaring about anything other than eating you out.

-With his back against the toilet, and your hands gripping his hair, if you saw it from the back, it'd look like you were skullfucking the man. The thought made Gyutaro's already raging hard on twitch-

-And that's exactly how Tengen saw it when he opened the stall.

-'Oh?' He said, and you felt Gyutaro's grip tighten around your thighs. Today was just humiliation after humiliation, wasn't it? He knew by the stupid sing-song tone of the voice exactly who'd invaded his time with you.

-Black pulsed the corners of his vision.

-'Ah, Tengen-' You tried to keep your voice steady- not willing to let yourself be intimidated by a man his size in such a situation. Not infront of Gyutaro. He didn't need real life experience to back up forum rumors.

-'Can I use this toilet?' He nodded down to Gyutaro, and you looked down to the man between your thighs, a bit shocked by the ask.

- Gyutaro would pull off your cunt fast, wide eyed and all teeth.

-'What the fuck did you just s-' You lodged your fingers down his throat, Gyutaro gagging hurtfully against them. His eyes rolled back. He didn't know why having his mouth fucked with felt so good. It'd never felt this good when he was alone-

-'When I cum, yeah.' And Gyutaro was back on your pussy, a sudden fear lighting his movements. You wouldn't really let Tengen do that to him, right?

-Why was he depending on you, a woman, to prevent that? He should just get up and kick his ass- Tengen would have an advan...advantage.... an-

-Fuck your pussy was mind numbing. Fuck whatever Tengen wanted to do to him. He needed that juice.

-Gyutaro chased your orgasm. You were only slightly dissapointed he didn't cum with you- didn't show Tengen how good he could be. A part of you wanted to impress Tengen- to show off a little bit. Show what you tamed. Even if that taming was still very early in the works-

-When you came, Gyutaro smiled wide against your pussy. You pulled back with shaking legs and his head in your hands and he looked at you like Tengen wasn't pulling his cock from his boxers just centimeters away.

-'Just want your pussy, I need your pussy-' He slurred while you starred down at him.

-'If you drink it, I'll let you fuck me-' His ears would begin ringing. Shocked by his own actions, Gyutaro found his jaw unhinged, taking Tengen's flaccid cock down his throat.

-Maybe it was easier for him to accept because Gyutaro never dealt with penis envy. The two men were surprisingly matched. How unfortunate. You really wanted to see how Gyutaro would react to a cock that much bigger-

-Tengen took advantage of the willing hole, rocking his hips a bit much to Gyutaro's anger.

-'If you bite me, I'll drown you. Don't want to die with your head in a toilet, eh, Shabana?' Tengen taunted, sensing the upset from his thighs.

-You watched as Gyutaro's adam apple surged, and Tengen's head dropped back in relief. It was more than Gyutaro could take, obviously, because it began spilling from the corners of his mouth and onto his Neitzsche shirt.

-Gyutaro's face burnt red, and he reeked like piss. Tengen gave the other man's face a light, almost appreciative slap.

-As Tengen pulled out, a rush of piss came spilling onto the floor. He wasn't done though, a guiding hand locking around Gyutaro's jaw to tip his head up. The trickle was backed by the music blurring outside.

-His flow came to a stop, and he carefully shut Gyutaro's mouth. Gyutaro looked over at you with tired eyes.

-You nodded, and he swallowed.

-'Atta boy.'

-With Tengen's exit, you looked down at Gyutaro, dripping and still woefully hard. You pulled his messy hair back into a ponytail once more.

-'oh honey... when did I say you'd be fucking me tonight?'

-'Do I- Do I get to fuck you now?' He'd croak, trying to ignore the completely beer ridden piss on his lips. You looked at him so pathetically. It made his cock ache even worse than it already did.

-He could tell he wasn't going to get what he wanted before you even opened your mouth.

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octopiys · 9 months ago

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Hi dear! I’m not sure if you still take quotes but I have one if you do.

“Maybe it’s an illegal Immigrate spider”

Incorrect Quotes as CoD characters

It's been a while ain't it

Soap: imagine Ghost just went up to Colonel König, y'know, cus they've never interacted before, and just says "I'm sexually attracted to you, and want to wear your skin"

Soap: how-

Soap: how do you think he'd respond?

Price:

The rest of the goddamn world:

Gaz: what the fuck goes on inside your head

Rodolfo: the bank man wasn't doing his job today, and now I'm behind in paperwork

Valeria: I have a solution

Rodolfo: please don't kill him

Valeria: I no longer have a solution

Soap: you know how in despicable me, Gru steals the moon?

Gaz, dreading the answer: yeah?

Soap, staring dead at Ghost: I'm gonna steal his straightness

Gaz:

Gaz: why

Price: oh look over there

Price: yep there it goes

Price: my final fuck to give

Price:

Price: farewell, fuck

Roach: how do you keep ending up in these situations?

Gaz, standing on a chair: because I don't like them, okay?

Roach: buddy you're it's roommate now

Gaz: nuh uh, spiders don't have roommates

Roach: where do you think it came from?

Gaz: I don't know

Gaz: maybe it's an illegal immigrant spider, trying to hide here for safety

Roach: and you want me to-?

Gaz: squish it. No safety here.

Soap: none of yall were dancing as hard as me, Alejandro, Rodolfo, and.... and König

Shepherd: and what do we say when life disappoints us?

Roach: called it!

Shepherd, shooting him: no.

Roach:

Roach: ...called it..-

Ghost: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Price: ... Your what?

Ghost: My friends.

Soap: is he saying “friends”?

Gaz: I think he's being sarcastic.

Alejandro: No, no, no, this is delirium, he's cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Ghost! All of your friends are in this room.

Alejandro: let's play rock paper scissors. You go first.

Graves: rock

Alejandro: paper

Ghost: Do you even know what an amulet is?

Alejandro: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions!

Ghost: Alejandro, those are omelettes.

Alejandro: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Rodolfo: I'm gonna kill you

Graves: get in line!

Ghost: Pros and cons of dating me.

Ghost: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Ghost: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Alejandro: Goodnight to the love of my life, Rodolfo, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Soap: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Horangi: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Graves: Oh no! I’m doomed!

Laswell: Seriously? All you have to do is not insult Soap at his own memorial service.

Graves: Exactly! It’s impossible!

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zee-143 · 11 months ago

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~𝙵𝚊𝚗!𝚂𝚔𝚣 𝚡 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜~

♡A/N: This is what won the polls so this is what I'll write. Also ty to everyone who likes my content. I have other fics coming up so stay tuned and hope you enjoy this one❤❤ Skz aren't idols in this btw. Just you :) I did reread this but if u do find mistakes I apologize 😭

SKZ x Fem! Reader

♡Genre: Fluff

♡Warnings: Noneee

Chan

He first heard about your music through a friend.

He was instantly hooked

He practically loved every single song you wrote and released

Chan was definitely a committed fan too

He'd follow all your social media just to stay updated on everything you were doing

Nothing creepy. Only to stay informed of course

If you had a fan meeting? He would totally be there. Even if it meant dragging a friend along with

A concert? He will be there just to support you

Chan simply loves anything you do. Whether it be the way you eat or talk. Everything just seems so... Perfect

Now, as a fan, Chan knows he shouldn't get too attached but its been difficult to say the least

Ever since that one encounter with you, Chan couldn't help but get a little excited at the thought of you

It was your 5th fan meeting. You were happily greeting fans, receiving their gifts or compliments like a complete professional. Chan stood in line, excitedly tapping his feet. He held a paper bag(that was your favorite color) with loads of gifts in them.

The line moved quite slowly but Chan didn't mind. If it was to see you, he'd wait a century. The closer he moved though, the more excited and nervous he became.

Finally, it was his turn to meet you

You happily greet him and he greets back. You spark up a little conversation by complimenting his outfit. Chan compliments back, saying how he admired your outfit too.

Chan revealed all the presents he bought for you. You were extremely surprised by how many things they were. Your staff can along, taking the gifts and placing them with the others

"You didn't have to buy all that stuff you know" You laughed. Your smile caused a light pink to spread across Chan's face. "I don't mind. You really inspire me and make me very joyful. It's the least I can do" Chan grins confidently. You nod, signing the poster and album he brought along

"Well, thank you so much. It's really amazing that I get to make fans like you so happy. It makes me happy. Don't stop smiling for me, alright? " He never forget those words. He never forgot his promise to her. He smiled, whenever a smile needed to be present.

Chan sometimes wonders if you remember him. It is unlikely. You do have millions of fans everywhere all around the world. Meeting you was enough for him though. It was just enough.

Minho

He was just scrolling through YouTube one day when he came across on of your music videos. With 93 million views?

He felt that was a little much but who knows maybe it wasn't bad.

Minho was wrong though. It wasn't just bad. Your music was 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He felt like he just found a drug and you were the dealer.

He tried not admitting how much he actually liked your music but failed

The posters on the walls aren't there for nothing obviously

He loved your dance style. It was so clean yet fun. He'd spend hours in his room just watching performance videos and trying to master your dances

Minho was intrigued by your stage presence more than anything. You captivated the crowd with just one look. You definitely had a way with face expressions and emotions

His room was filled with different types of merchandise. From posters to photo cards to albums to hoodies and even more

With all the merch though, it was hard to keep his little obsession a secret. And not because he was embarrassed. He just didn't want people getting all nosy with this one little interest. It was his and his alone.

One moment he won't forget was that one live he watched

Minho wasn't particularly feeling well that day but luckily you were on the rescue. You decided to go live and just ramble about whatever has been happening. Nothing special, which Minho didn't mind. He just loved your voice.

Minho was slightly bored. He deciding on commenting something. It's not like he was hoping for you to see it. He typed out something sweet but simple: 𝘐𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. He read through the comment before sending it through

You, on the other hand, we're reading through the comments until one caused you to raise your eyebrows and smile. "I'm feeling really bad today but your voice makes everything a little brighter" You read.

Minho practically panicked, noticing you read his comment. That was 𝙝𝙞𝙨 comment. He slapped his cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And sure enough he wasn't.

"I'm sorry that you're feeling bad but it'll get better. Life sucks but don't let that stop you. I'm glad I'm helping just a bit. To which ever fan who commented that and everyone else, I love you so much and don't ever forget that" You raised a thumbs up before staring back down at your phone, looking for more comments to read

Minho felt his heart skip a beat. Skip multiple beats in fact. Though the last few words weren't only directed towards him it felt that way. And that's all that matters.

Changbin

Changbin had always been a fan of you. Ever since debut he was rooting for you to succeed

And boy did you do just that

You had millions of fans from all over the globe now and he felt proud of you for that. He loved that you got where you wanted to be.

He enjoyed more of your older songs as that's what he's used to but the newer songs are amazing too.

What really stood out to him about you though was your laugh. You had such a pretty and contagious laugh. Every video he watches, he just hopes you'll laugh. It makes him smile.

He also relates to you food wise. Changbin is someone who loves food and for you to love food as much as he does. Well, that's nice to hear

It was funny how stupidly similar you both were but who knows.. Maybe he's just being delusional

He sometimes thinks about what it would be like to befriend you. He was positive that it wouldn't be a boring experience that's for sure.

He basically stalks your Instagram account and other social media too.

If you post something, he's most likely already seen it or read it. Everything you post is something different, so he always makes sure to stay updated

He also noticed how you both practically have the same sense of humor. Any joke you say seems to crack him up more than anything else

Changbin was watching a recent vlog you recorded and couldn't help but notice a funny detail. After the video he hopped onto Twitter and shared his observation

'𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 (𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦) 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 2 𝘵𝘰 3 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥'

A few hours, Changbin returned to Twitter noticing the attention his post got. Many were agreeing and others were just pointing out other details. But one comment left him shocked

He couldn't believe it. He even clicked on the profile and did everything. And surely enough, that comment was from you

'𝘓𝘰𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 😭"

You liked his little joke. YOU ACTUALLY LIKED IT. He tried not to scream as he was in a restaurant with a bunch of friends. He must have been dreaming, or dead maybe.

Either way, he was glad you got to laugh at his silly comment. Who knows. Maybe they'll be more silly comments you'll see and laugh at even more

Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves you. And when I say love, I mean he 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 you.

He listens to your music every single day. Maybe while painting or doodling, he played one his favorite songs

I mean, all your songs were his favorite song, but he had a few that he held close to his heart.

When with friends, he always has an urge to bring you up in literally anything conversation

"Did you see (name) at Paris Fashion Week "

"Did you know (name) can do that too"

"Woah, that reminds me of (name). She's a great idol and her music is fantastic! "

Just a few examples of his undying love to you

Hyunjin really believes that you both are soul mates. Now, that is quite delusional but it makes sense! (To him anyway)

You once described, in an interview, what your type is and he ticked all the boxes. But maybe that's just his ego talking. Just a hopeless romantic in love

He celebrated your birthday like it was his own.

His gallery was filled with more pictures of you than his own family

It was all very concerning but Hyunjin didn't care. He was happy. He was happy knowing you.

Hyunjin did do other things too. He occasionally posted his art which gained lots of attraction. It was good after all. At some point, you mentioned how you didn't know what cover to use for your upcoming album.

Hyunjin took it upon himself to make a fan made album cover. It was soo good, people actually thought it was official. You soon saw the cover and was so impressed. You needed to use it. It was perfect

Hyunjin woke up to something unexpected the next day. Other than the thousands of notifications, he got a DM. From you. He almost dropped his phone from pure surprise

'𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!! 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵? '

'𝘠𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯 😖"

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭!! 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 :)"

"𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳!!"

And with that, Hyunjin's artwork was the official album cover

He was over the roof. Seeing his art piece on the YOUR official album with YOUR songs. Okay, saying he was over the roof is an understatement

You later had an interview about the album and basically praised Hyunjin for his work for around 2 minutes. He watched that interview more than he could count. Needless to say, he didn't want to forget this moment.

Jisung

Jisung wasn't an artist but he liked music. Music was like a child to him. To some extent anyway

It did make sense though

His father was the owner of a huge kpop company. The company you were under in fact

Jisung wasn't interested in your music at first. Until, he followed his father in the recording studio you were working in. It was just a check up on your latest song. After one listen, he couldn't get the song out of his head.

He did some research about you and realized you were quite a popular idol in the community. That's where his fan obsession began

He liked watching all your interviews. Your personality was something he couldn't get over. You were always so nice and thoughtful towards anyone around. He was very intrigued by everything.

Though you were in the same company his father owned, you both never interacted. Mainly because he avoided you as much as possible. Embarrassment was not an option.

As a fan, Jisung listened to your music. He had a special playlist just for your songs and songs you liked.Songs he thought 𝙮𝙤𝙪 would like too.

He basically carried a photocard of you everywhere. Jisung believes it brings him good luck. Which was a cute gesture but it did sound a bit silly

He didn't care at all. Even if it was silly, it kept him at ease. He liked it that way

You had to write a song for a special performance. It was to be the company's 50th birthday but you had no ideas. That's when Jisung came in

"I heard you were having trouble with song writing. I brought my son to help you. He is quite the song writer" Your boss smiled. You eyed Jisung curiously. This was all to sudden but time was running out. You allowed it.

Jisung on the other hand was a nervous wreck. He couldn't even focus without getting scared. You noticed this and decided to give him some space.

When you returned, the song was finished. You excitedly examined the lyrics. You were impressed to say the least. The lyrics naturally connected to you, as if they were your own

"Oh my- this is perfect Jisung. You really are a great song writer"

"Really? It's not dumb or anything...? "

"Not at all. It's so professional and well done. Good job"

You gave the male a quick but thoughtful hug. He hugged back. You were his favorite idol and he couldn't believe he got to be this close to you. It was a dream come true.

The song did extremely well. At the show, Jisung got a whole shoutout with his face on the big screen. He was embarrassed but glad. Glad he could help you out.

Felix

Felix found you through Tiktok. How? Well your MAMA performance was trending and it was practically every where. It was impossible for anyone not to see at least one edit.

Felix did watch MAMA and he knew about you. He has known for a while. But wasn't a fan. He just knew you were a popular idol. What he didn't know though, was how obsessed he would become.

Like Minho, Felix was mesmerized by how you dance. He imagined you were the best dancer he had ever watched. Felix would often practice your dances, simply for fun

Everything was for fun

Did he read the fan fictions? Well... No but yes. He did read them but only sometimes. And he only read the cute stuff. He was delusional at the thought of you. Just a cute fanboy

Felix absolutely loved your smile. He often called you a sunshine or something like that. He believes you bring sunlight and everything bright. Anyone could go blind even looking at you or that's what he thought.

Your voice. He was one of the fans who could listen to your voice for ages on end.

He was passionate about you. Talking about you just came naturally or even accidentally though he did feel embarrassed after rambling. He didn't want to seem annoying in front of his friends. It was hard to control.

Felix watched all the edits he could find. Any edit. Any meme. Any video. He would watch it. He enjoyed all the content fans made of you.

Like most, Felix had merchandise. All neatly organized and placed in his room. He didn't like misplacing any of it. Not because it was expensive. He just didn't need to loose anything. It was all important to him

Felix opened Tiktok one day. You posted a challenge. A challenge for a song that he was in love with. There wasn't one day he didn't think of this song. It didn't have any choreography ... Until now

So a challenge? He had to try it out!

After a few hours of practice and life regret, Felix memorized the dance. He joined on the challenge posting his version on Tiktok.

Felix knew the video was going to blow up but he didn't expect it to get him a deal with you

Now, the male was patiently sitting in your studio. A few staff members with him. You hurriedly entered the studio.

"Hello! So glad you could make it Felix"

"Uhm... It wasn't a problem but... Why am I here? "

"I need a dance partner. I saw your video giving a go at my challenge. You're perfect"

Felix tilts his head. He was curious about why she chose him but decided to learn that later on. Hey, he was given a deal to dance with someone he admired. Why not take it.

He worked really hard to learn all the dance steps and everything. With you of course. You were extremely helpful. Your smile had to be the best part of everything though. It was as bright as he thought.

The concert day has to have been the best though. The performance went really well. Felix became quite popular with your fans. Everyone was so supportive rather than jealous. It was the best day of his life. That day never left his mind. It definitely was something he'd never forget.

Seungmin

Seungmin isn't your biggest fan.

He does like your music. Your personality. Etc. He is definitely not a BIG fan of you

You were just an idol he was fond of

Seungmin had few amounts of merchandise. Again, he's just fond of you

Seungmin was captivated by your singing voice. That's what he first noticed. Nothing healed his heart more than your singing.

It was a melody he simply wouldn't get over. Seungmin, personally, sang himself. He actually was a trainee under your company too.

He'd often bump into you but it wasn't a huge deal. He saw you as any other idol in the company. Just a human with a big platform

You both often had a brief and quick interaction before moving on. Getting on with your own lives.

He was more normal about you than the others, obviously

The thing that changed though, was how much of a fan he was towards you

The company gave him a challenge to learn then sing a cover from the list that was provided

Alright, seems easy. He chose the hardest song. One of yours. Did he want to show off? Yes. Was it because he wanted to impress you? To an extent, definitely

The highnotes in the song are what he was ready for. He practiced. And practiced. And practiced some more.

Seungmin, like his other trainee peers, we're given the same challenge. One by one, they all perform their covers in front of the judges. The judges were honest. Really honest from what he heard. A girl ran back crying. Seungmins breath quickened and he lightly tapped his foot on the ground

He was anxious

His turn arrived. He stared at the judges, noticing you were there. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 up, he thought. The greetings and introductions ended. Now it was time for Seungmin to impress everyone (cough cough you)

The song reached its end. The room was quiet. The judges glanced at each other, with stunned expressions.

They all gave their feedback. The feedback was honest but decent. Your opinion was something that stuck with him forever though

"Well, that was my song and I haven't heard anyone sing it better than me. I'm actually so impressed Seungmin. I'm jealous. You have an angelic voice which I need on one of my songs. "

Everyone agreed and nod their heads

"When you debut, I'd love you to feature on some of my future music"

Seungmin left the company that day in a cheery mood. He couldn't believe one day you'd want to work on a song with him. Oh he was definitely going to learn as many of your songs as possible now.

Jeongin

Jeongin is definitely someone who keeps his love for you a personal thing

Only close friends knew about it

He liked it that way

Your fashion sense is something he is obsessed with. Jeongin is someone who takes time when it comes to dressing up. As soon as you mentioned, in an interview, that most of your stage outfits or general outfits are what you pick yourself. He could definitely relate

You dress like someone who cares about what you look like. Just like him.

You are an ambassador for a fashion brand after all. His seen plenty of ads in the mall or on the internet of you. He liked pointing them out in front of his friends

Jeongin thought you were sweet. Sweet like honey

He had no specific reason on why he wanted to know so much about you. Maybe it was his personal connection with you.

Or maybe he just wanted something to be attached to

Either way he was a big fan. Jeongin was simple about this whole thing. He felt happy when watching your content

He definitely was over protective about you though. He knows he shouldn't. It just sucks when someone comments a negative opinion. Of course, criticizing an idol is necessary for improvement. Though some take it too far. That's what pisses him off

Other than that, Jeongin is relaxed. Most of the time, especially in winter, he wears the same exact beanie. When asked about it, he doesn't really know how to answer but it is quite a story.

He attended a concert of yours. He was close to the stage which was just perfect. Of course, he brought friends with him. Friends that are fans as all.

Jeongin practically sang his heart out to every song. One of your more intense songs with a lot of energetic dances played. While dancing your beanie accidentally flew into the crowd. Luckily, Jeongin caught it.

The performance ended. You joked about the beanie flying off and asking if anyone caught it. Jeongins friends screamed in his direction bringing all the attention towards him.

A bright red paints on his face. The concert venue was dim. You hopefully couldn't see it. You laughed lightly noticing the shock in his face

"You know what. You can keep it"

Jeongin frantically shook his head insisting on you taking it back.

"Really, take it. You spent a whole ton of money just to see me sing and dance. It's the least I could do for such a cute fan"

Jeongin felt like passing out. One of his friends roughly shook him while the crowd screamed

He smiled at the thought, anytime he saw the piece of clothing. It was a wonderful experience. An experience he had to relive again.

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A/N: This has to have been the longest ass thing I've written so far. But I hope you enjoyed this little thing. Thanks soooo much for reading ♡♡

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sky-kiss · 1 year ago

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YAS! Free time is best time! Hmm for prompts, I love the idea of low intelligence Tav and Raphael? Like Tav convinced Raphael is a Fae? Man offered her food, won’t call her by her name, rhymes, and wants to make deals. He’s totally a fae, and he gets so pissy she won’t be convinced otherwise.

Or for spicy prompt. I know it’s not everyone’s thing, but innocent Tav being deflowered by Raphael as part of a deal? Or cockwarming, that’s my favorite as well.

A/N: Had to fight, had to actively restrain myself for going for one of these prompts. Will do the scenario though. And I weep. But when Idiot!Tav calls, I answer.

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R/T: Local Devil Tries to Flirt; Local Idiot Too Far Gone for Banter

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There are mortal eccentricities he finds charming. Ambition, for one! Their pluck! The gods create meager little creatures, soft, small, and weak, yet they forge ahead! Unconcerned by their relative lack of status in the universe! He'd go so far as to say he admires the trait. And there is something endearing in their youthful naivete, comparative ignorance of the outer planes. Raphael is not so proud as to admit he has not actively exploited this lack of knowledge in the past. It's always served his best interests!

But it can be, and currently is, a double-edged sword. The cambion strokes his chin, lips pressed to a thin line, as he surveys his champion. His little mouse regards him with narrowed eyes and a vacant stare. "Come, my dear! Eat and make merry for tomorrow," he prolongs the sentence, letting it hang between them with a practiced theatricality. "You may die."

"Is that a threat?"

Raphael chuckles, shifting his weight to the back foot, his right hand pressed to his sternum. "From me? Have I been ought but a friend? A champion, an advocate, in this your hour of need?"

She huffs, "I can't see that you've done a thing for us. You dangle a deal and won't let me take it!"

"The thrill of anticipation, sweetling. Best in all things." He winks.

She does not reciprocate. Her brows pulled together; she frowned, arms crossing her chest- not the body language Raphael wanted. In truth, he's been finding the whole arrangement a touch challenging. There's no back-and-forth or witty banter- not like he planned it. Tav shakes her head. "And that's another thing. I'm not your sweetling. Or your dear. I'm Tav. Can you manage Tav?"

"We're certainly feeling combative, aren't we?" The devil narrows his eyes.

"You can do it, can't you?"

And he's momentarily struck by the notion that she isn't challenging him; she's genuinely curious if he can do it. Raphael hums, "Nuanced as it is, I am perfectly capable of naming you, Tav. Is that satisfactory?"

She shakes her head. "I don't trust you."

"Clever girl. Only you don't have to trust me. There is something deliciously illicit in such partnerships—a hint of intrigue. A flash of- "He leans nearer, flourishing with his right hand. Sparks dance from the tips of his fingers. "Danger."

"No good ever came from the fae-folk."

"My dear, I assure you, I…" Raphael cuts off, brain catching up to his tongue. "Beg pardon? Fae?"

"Fae," she repeats. Tav eyes him with renewed caution, hand slipping to the hilt of her (comically ineffectual) cold-iron knife. "I'm many things, Raphael, but I'm no fool."

"Truly." He licks his lips. It's rare for him to be purely baffled, but here it is. Nothing about her suggests she's joking. A quick peak in the little idiot's head suggests she believes her statement with absolute certainty. He crosses his arms over his chest, indicating himself with a hand sweep. "My dear, what do you make of all this?" The horns, red skin, the tail…clearly infernal.

She shakes her head. "A devil would deal more honestly. I'd be more inclined to trust them. This is…a glamor. Convincing, but false."

He blanches. "What."

"You bring me here. You make me pretty promises and ply me with wine and sweet words. You speak in riddles and songs!" He wants to argue that those are all devilish traits, but gods, why bother? Raphael pinches the bridge of his nose. "Devils may be evil, Raphael, but at least they're honest."

"To their detriment, apparently." He sighs. "Pet…"

"Tav."

"Tav," he corrects, feeling his temperature rise in response to his temper. "I have offered a contract, its terms clearly stated."

"No. You've offered me a deal. No contract, no terms. And the matter with the Orthon! A purely verbal arrangement. No devil worth their salt would go along with that."

"How dare you! Impertinent, thoughtless…" Raphael catches himself. He makes a mental ten count and assures himself the deal will be done shortly. It all comes back to the crown. He needs them. He…gods, he has to play along. It tastes like bile on his tongue. "Fae, yes. You've found me out, pet. A…creature of chaos. Such am I."

Tav nods. "Thank you for your honesty."

He honestly considers strangling the little idiot.

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #bg3 #asks #my writing #Shes too dumb to live your honor #hes gonna have to put her down #its for her own good

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formerlycookierunauprompts · 10 months ago

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Requested by @deirdredeity (I accidentally deleted the og ask because tumblr was being fussy) :

OMG?? 🤯🤯 whattttt omgggg fuck being an anon I’m the one who requested the flustered reader shi (mmm was an anon bcz I didn’t wanna embarrass myself but whatever) omg dayumm you went crazy with it and I’m more than satisfied 😍 you always EAT (get it? haha.. eat.. and shadow milk.. haha) I love it tysm ❤️❤️ glad that I didn’t accidentally break a rule hehe.. we love girlboss girlfailures in here 😘 didn’t expect it to be that spicy but nevertheless I am GLAD ty for this juicy piece also you said currently he’s sealed so continuation where bro is UNsealed? 🤯🫣 (jk don’t take me too seriously I have a mental age of 5 jokes aside thank you i really appreciate it, it turned out super well way beyond expectations I was expecting like a few pickup lines or smooches but definitely not this it blew me out of the water hard tytytyty ily❤️)

Alright bet I get to go crazy again

Requested Prompts #43 - 💓

There's a ringing in your ears, what the hell happened? You just wanted to take a nap... yet it feels like you were in a dome of glass that just shattered. You can feel a poking against your cheek, it's something large, metalic and- wait. You crack open your eyes, just enough to see the intimidating form of Silent Salt staring you down. You're lucky that the beasts consider you... actually, you don't know what they really think of you. Do they think you're their pet? Their friend? a Frenemy? Well, either way you were their warden. " Silent Salt...?" You groan, pushing yourself up from the ground. Silent Salt says nothing, merely just pointing a ways in front of you to- ... hold on, WHAT THE FUCK??? " THE SEAL???" You exclaim, looking at the humongous crack in the realm of the seal. It pulsed with a blue, shadowy energy, which could only mean that Shadow Milk had escaped. And that was bad, very bad, because it meant that you were failing at your job. And... with how big that crack was you doubted that Elder Faerie was on the outside trying to wrangle Shadow Milk back into the seal... Meaning that you had to go outside to get him back in, but doing so would leave the other beasts unattended. Either way, you're failing at your job. So what choice do you really have? You look back at Silent Salt. " Uh... thanks for letting me know?" You said to him, to which earned you a thumbs up in response. You quickly pondered on your choice before looking back to Silent Salt. " Try not to escape while I'm gone, I don't want to double fail at my job." You tell him before running off towards the crack in the seal.

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As you expected, everything was chaos. Possessed faerie cookies lingered, danced, and fooled around all around you. There were quite a few things that were on fire and the echoes of twisted laughter almost mocked you as you steeled yourself. None of them were who you were looking for despite the resemblance he'd dressed them up in. " Dammit... where would he go if he got out on his own?" You muttered to yourself as you looked around. Fortunately, you could narrow it down to a few places, unfortunately you realized that you are but one cookie. You cannot traverse the entirety of Beast Yeast in just a few minutes or so, it'd take you a few days realistically and by then all the other beasts would have likely gotten out! Were you really fucked no matter what? Probably. You took a deep breath, if anything he'd probably be in some kind of gigantic theater- Well wouldn't you know, there's a gigantic theater right over there that's just oozing with Shadow Milk's aura. There was no way he wouldn't be there, and so that's where you'd go. Hopefully you'd be able to drag him back to the seal.

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Shadow Milk watched as those pesky little heroes ran about, celebrating as if they'd truly won. Those poor, ignorant fools! They really thought that they'd actually sealed him away in the tree again? They'd been running around in his silly little maze ever since he'd taken hold of the new half-a-cookie guardian's little friends! It was honestly quite pathetic how they hadn't realized they'd been tricked into a false sense of security, he was literally the beast of deceit! Everyone's most beloved Trickster! Tricking them into this just felt too... easy, too boring. He could try his hand at getting Silly-Vanilly to chop down the tree, all he has to do is show him the truth! And why wouldn't he want to know the truth if he embodied it? Unless he was willing to live in a lie... then he was much farther from the Truth than Shadow Milk thought- His train of thought was interrupted when the doors of his theater of lies swung open. " Hm?" That was... odd. Elder Faerie certainly shouldn't be alive, White Lily and co are stuck in his maze of deceit, so then who...? There you stood, looking quite peeved off if he had to say so himself. " Oh! Little Warden, how thrilling that you've come to make an appearance!" He chirped, casting his view of the maze to the side. The maze could wait, his little warden was here! " Shadow Milk Cookie!" You called out, pointing at him accusingly. " You will return to the great seal immediately! And that is an order from the Warden of the Seal!" You commanded him, don't mind the quick pov switch but it was frustrating enough that Shadow Milk escaped in the first place, and now he had the audacity to give you such a smug grin in reply? " Oh Little Warden..." Shadow Milk began, laying on his stomach as he rested his chin on the back of his hand. " It's so so so cute that you think that you can order me around like that~! I'm a free cookie now, and that means that I can do whatever I want again~!" He chirped with a flourish of his free hand, you could see the excited mania dancing in his eyes, you couldn't allow this to stand. " Okay, but you haven't actually earned your freedom at all. You just waited until the seal was weak enough so you could break out!" You retorted, which may have been the wrong thing to say judging by the way his grin dropped for a moment. He soon broke out into a maniacal cackle, seeming to have found your words hilarious. " Ehe he he ha ha hah! Sure, I may have done that, but does it really matter?" He teased, reaching out a clawed hand and picking you up by the edge of your cloak. You shrieked as you were hoisted into the air, you didn't have the protection of the seal that kept you from crumbling while in the real world, so your life was in a lot more danger here. " Ack- Put me down! Or at the very least hold me properly!" You protest as you squirm in place, you feel a shudder run through your dough as the beast before you lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.

" And why should I? You adorable little morsel~" He purrs, flipping you around in his hand so that you were laying on your back on his palm instead of dangling in the air. God fucking dammit, he was doing this again. He knows every, single, god damn weak spot of yours and by god does he abuse them frequently, mainly because they mostly relate to him. " You-!!" You protest, quickly shutting up when you feel his breath wash over you like a wave of hot air. And the way he's looking at you is already making you weak- No, you have to stay strong. " You know..." You hear him begin and fuck when did he get so close? There's a certain glint in his eyes, one that both intrigues you and makes you fear for your life. " I never really got a taste of you like I wanted to... Care to let me just have one little bite? Or maybe just a taste... either would be fine~" He teased with the low, stupidly sexy voice of his. You could already feel his lips at the tips of your little cookie feet, ready to open and swallow them whole if you let him. You could already feel your face turning cherry red, and you knew that he could see it judging by the slight excitement that made itself known in his eyes. You felt tempted to indulge him, but you also didn't want to lose your feet... But maybe he'd go back to the seal? No, he wouldn't... Would he? Or maybe he won't just go for your feet, he's teased you multiple times about gobbling you up in one bite. So if you give him this will he just... eat you? Apparently, you took too long to decide. You felt something moist and blue against your arm, a semi-satisfied hum creeping out of the beast holding you captive. " Mmn... I was right, you really are a sweet little treat. One that I can have all to myself~" Shadow Milk purred, his face looming over you as he left you to process what he'd done. You were in for a long ride, weren't you?

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AUGHIJBSGHGKSHG I CAN'T, I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE/lh Shadow milk... you bastard why must you make me FEEL THINGS????

but, uh, i hope you enjoyed and if anyone wants to continue this then PLEASE.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #warden!reader prompts

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fandomworld9728 · 5 months ago

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In that previous ask... I would love to see a Adam vs Alastor vs Vox battle for Lucifer hand but Vox surprisingly seem to the only one seeing this said fight ridiculous and just wanted to deal with this humanely! It would be nice to see Vox ditch and just went to talk to Lucifer and asked him out on a date and when Adam and Alastor noticed Vox just gave them a disapproving look and flipped them off while Lucifer was being all giddy and blush-y

Oh! And que The sins and Virtues!

(More fun writing for me!~ ^-^ This is a great set up and I love how it's Vox being the mature and reasonable one)

"Fucking hold still!"

"Ah yes. Because you asked us oh so nicely, we'll stand still and let you hit us."

"Is this guy for real right now?"

Sitting on the steps of the Hazbin Hotel with the other residents, Angel Dust was eating some popcorn and offered to share as they watched the show. Two big bad Overlords and a fallen angel fighting over the King of Hell. And where was their king right now? Up on the balcony outside of his room to have a better view of the showdown.

"We should stop them."

"Charlie, if any of us tried to stop them, we'd just get killed."

"You're right... dad should stop them."

"I hate to tell ya this Charls, but your dad is most likely enjoying the attention. Aren't ya short king?!"

Knowing he's been caught; Lucifer used a portal to join everyone in front of the hotel. With a sheepish smile, he cleared his throat and fidgeted with his cane trying to find the right words. How did one explain to their daughter that having three men you held affections for fighting over you was an amazing feeling?

"Dad! You have to stop them!"

"I will! ...Just a few more minutes? It's not like they can actually kill each other. There are no Angelic Weapons so they'll just reform later."

"But they're destroying everything, and I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Okay, okay. I'll go stop them."

This was stupid. How did Vox allow himself to get wrapped up in this fight? Oh, right. Adam had declared he was the best and only choice for Lucifer. All three of them were prideful assholes, he could admit that. However, their king had made it clear multiple times that he didn't want to choose. So… why make him choose?

The only difficult decision he'd have to do was pick who would be the head husband. It wasn't uncommon for kings to have multiple partners and wives. Why would this be any different? Especially in this day and age. Not to mention, they were in Hell! Pretty much anything went.

But they were also possessive creatures. Vox could understand both sides of the issues, logically. However, this was not getting them anywhere. Yelping, the TV demon barely dodged the attacks thrown at him. Dammit, he thought the two had forgotten about him. He needed a new plan.

"Choke on my sick rifts edge lord!" Summoning a black axe guitar, Adam sent a powerful soundwave attack at the stupid deer demon dancing around his attacks.

"Ha ha! It's laughable how you think that would do any damage to me. Or hit me for that matter- wait. Where did Vox go?"

The two sinners shared a look before turning their attention towards the hotel. "Fuck."

Using his powers to travel through his cameras, Vox appeared in front of the hotel. Fixing his bowtie and jacket, he made his way over to the ground still watching the two morons fighting it out.

"Ooo~ Look who left the battle."

"Angel. Good to uh… see you again." Conversations were always so awkward with the spider demon. What with not only working with the owner of his soul but also sleeping with him. And the fact that he never stepped in when Val crossed many, many lines.

He was already in the process of fixing those things, but the damage had already been done. Luckily for him, the princess was a big advocator for second chances and was helping the sinner improve.

The reason for that change had turned his attention to him causing his more natural smile to stretch across his screen. "Lucifer. Apologies for the mess we made. Honestly, I can't even remember the reason I allowed myself to be dragged into that mess."

Taking the fallen angel's hand, he lightly placed a kiss on his knuckles. "Would you do me the honor of going on a proper date with me?"

Everyone was silent at his actions, and while usually Vox would take the prolonged silence as a bad sign, the flustered look on his angel caused his smile to grow. That pretty little golden blush spread across Lucifer's cheeks, stuttered nonsensical sentences spilled from his lips.

"Can I take that as a yes, your majesty?"

"No, you may not!" Reforming from his shadows, Alastor used his cane to push Vox away from the king. "That reaction is far from consent. Not that you would know anything about consent, now, would you? Especially when told no."

A growl threatened to slip out. How dare he? Thinking he had the moral high ground. "Listen here you piece of shit-"

Something crashing into the hotel and landing next to them pulled their attention away from the start of another fight. Sitting up, Adam shook the debris from his hair.

"Oh good! Now that we're all here, we can continue this little debate of ours."

"Why? So, we can cause more property damage and kill each other just to do it again after we've reformed?"

"A date! Y-Yes, a date! T-that uh… sounds nice."

Vox could feel the electricity flow through him at the answer. Yes. Yes! Finally! He got to go on a date with his angel. Secretly flipping off Lucifer's other two admirers, he stepped closer to his lovely king.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear. Adam may have known you since the beginning of Earth's creation, Alastor may have had you before me, but I will not waste this chance and show how happy I can make you. It's been all I've ever wanted since I was just a boy."

"Aww!~ Look at how happy Lulu is."

"It's so great that he's able to find love again."

"And with three guys. One of them being Adam. Huh. What a crazy little loveable guy we have as a brother."

All the Virtues were so excited and happy for Lucifer as they watched everything unfolding from the meeting room they had gathered in. It had been Michael's idea, and he was regretting it. How could those lowly sinners think they were good enough for their baby brother?! And Adam... oh don't get him started on Adam!

Sure, he liked him better then Lilith, but this was the same guy who had taken away what little happiness Lucifer had had during his punishment their Father had deemed necessary. If the former angel thought he was gonna just get to be with their precious little brother he had another thing coming. Him and those other two sinners.

"Uh oh~ Mikey is getting angry again."

"You sure he isn't just jealous?"

"I am not jealous! You're jealous!"

"Ozzie, Ozzie, Ozzie! You're serious? Lulu called and asked to have a date night at your club?"

"Yeah. Said he was bringing only one of them. That means-"

"Ha! He's just as greedy as me. How many partners does he have?"

"Hey, he deserves the love, Mamm. Don't you guys agree?" Precious Beelzebub trying to keep the peace while also trying to get them excited about this news.

"Does it really matter? It just means they're gonna take his attention away from us."

"You should take a nap, Levi. It might help. Just because Lucifer has some new boyfriends doesn't mean he loves you any less."

"You do know we're going to have to go over there and scare the unliving shit out of them, right?"

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This is the kind of post that become a flight of thought and reasoning with a bit of hc. The Break Up with Lord Astarion Like: Asc Astsrion dickpic photo of a drunk ex - behavior nah well if drunk... still nah+meh Astarion has centuries of seduction experience. His brains aren't so smooth as to send Tav a "dickpic" in hopes of attention and success. He'll come up with a really nice and neat plan to get Tav to come to him on their own. He's got time. It's AU meme modernity ofc. It's hard to work. Without context, Astarion loses a lot. The medieval, vampirism and slavery is a big context. Depends on how painful it was. Let's say it went okay, a little uncomfortable, but normal. In modern times, if Tav was kind, he'd be something charitable, showy. For Tav and good for building influence, too. For love of the people. If Tav was more evil. He'd be doing something extravagant, still logical. Looking like a fool is not a best seduction tactic. For a good Tav, he'd create parks in the city, and support the arts, charities. For the evil Tav, he would seek influence in closed circles so that those she knows about (admires) would talk about him and his deeds like new skyscraper-hotels with casinos. In any field he would quickly become famous: a beautiful man with refined taste. Speaking of the Middle Ages, in Faerun. Depends on what Tav is interested in, it's magic - the best relics from around the world in Baldur's Gate. New opportunities for mages from all over Faerun. Come to Baldur's Gate. Warfare - don't even ask. Fella will climb into any dragon lair on his own to get to impress. (And have some fun). Astarion despite having goals, would quite enjoy and discover new things in the world. In general, he would get his way. I don't think it's even canonically obsessive, that you can't get off once, like a frenzy, nah.

He'd remember his personal plans, he'd party a lot, he'd be sad sometimes that Tav couldn't share the fun with him. Eventually he was able to taste the food again. There was so much around that he couldn't for 200 years. Seriously he would eat 10 kinds of desserts and enjoy them, forgetting everything. I prefer it when Tav loves everything and shares eternity, pleasures and decadence, the line of play. In this line-breakup I'm more interested in the “partners in crime” that Lord Astarion suggests. That's the fun line of the game.

Here, if Tav friendly agrees, he definitely:

Kinda Friendship Zone. But Astarion is ok with it.

-- Everyone on the Sword Coast thinks they're having an affair. -- He very often emphasized in the beginning that Tav was his friend, like a little poke. But he stopped doing that when Tav returned the favor. -- Astarion feels the need to touch Tav's hand. In general, touching Tav makes him feel better. This Tav is also tactile, she needs to touch someone she likes, someone she is friends with. -- That Tav is a druid. She turns into a frog if Astarion goes too far. And starts croaking. A thing that makes him angry, sad and happy. -- Astarion crosses the lines of edgy flirting while dancing. -- Sometimes Astarion thinks dark thoughts, but he always just thinks them. He has time. To lose her smile is to be a fool. -- He always sulks for about three days when their temprs clash. But that doesn't happen very often. This Tav is as calm as a toad in the sun. -- Surprisingly. He was so greedy for her time, literally, but he'd only gently invite her to join him - for a party, a walk, on a ship to Calimport. Tav had said no a few times. Needing to keep her distance, not to spoil the greedy dragon. And he'd just go like a cat and she'd be bored while he got the fun of traveling. He brought back souvenirs. But she would have liked to see his smile the first time he looked at this town. -- No friend in the Realms gets gifts like Tav. -- His legions of crows are on duty outside her house. Tav didn't mind, she didn't have the best opinion of the world anyway. They were showing up together, these rumors... who need to prick him, will prick her. -- At sunset they often walk together in the parks in the Upper City.

#ascended astarion #lord astarion #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #my analysis

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Shadow - Chapter 7

Title: Moving Together

Rating: M (M rated section is marked with the line break --M-- and can be skipped)

Word Count: ~10,000

Characters: Wukong, Macaque

Minor Characters: MK, DBK, PIF, Bǎi Hé, Red Son, Mei

Relationships: Macaque/Wukong

Minor Relationships: DBK/PIF

Summary: Macaque fears not being enough, Wukong fears being selfish. But between addressing those fears, they find time to dance.

Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Acquired Disability, Slice of Life, DBK is called Niú, PIF is called Gōngzhǔ

CW: brief mentions of alcohol, struggling with an acquired disability, abandonment issues, social anxiety, sex talk, impotence

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It was the next day when Wukong discovered the leftover bottle of wine in the fridge and holding it up to the light revealed roughly enough left for about two glasses. Well, waste not, want not. A glass of wine with dinner sounded fine by him.

He held it up as he called over to Macaque, "You want a glass of wine to go with dinner?"

He patiently waited for a response as Macaque nodded along to the gossiping monkeys perched on the arm of the couch beside him. Macaque only gave him half his attention for a split second to say no before turning back to them, apparently quite invested in the most recent troupe drama.

Wukong just shrugged and poured himself a glass before putting the bottle away. He supposed one glass of wine was sort of wasted on Macaque - he couldn't taste it and he was unlikely to even feel the effects of the alcohol with that amount.

When he finally made his way over to join Macaque, the gossiping seemed to have given away to idle one sided chatter as one monkey curled up on his lap while the other sat on the backrest to groom Macaque's fur. It was amusing to see Macaque play keep away after he was handed his bowl but eventually he had shooed them both away so he could eat in peace.

Macaque shook his head, "We've got to start locking up anything with a screen - if it can play a soap opera they'll find a way to watch it and it's warping their little brains. Did you hear what they were saying?"

He ate absentmindedly, bizarrely invested in the story Macaque was re-telling. He interjected every once in a while to question what on earth they were watching that they knew what half of this even was but for as ludicrous as the plot was it was so strangely engaging. No wonder Macaque hadn't been able to pull himself away.

By the time the story was finished he felt like he'd marathoned a full telenovela season, he was almost speechless, "Wow."

Macaque was equally incredulous about the whole thing, "Right?"

"Honestly, I'm sort of torn on whether I don't want them watching any more TV or not. That was something else."

"No, c'mon, you know what they're like. This only escalates until someone gets hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if they're already pretending to get into car accidents."

He had a point and between them they agreed not to leave anything lying around a monkey could get more drama material from. It was at about this point he finished his wine and he silently cursed himself for not just bringing the rest of the bottle over to finish. He held up his glass, "Hey, would you mind-? Ah, thanks."

He held the glass steady as the shadows poured the remainder of the wine before disappearing the empty bottle. He took a sip before commenting, "Sorry, you missed out the other day by the way. Next time I'll be the designated driver."

Macaque snorted, "That'll be a first but don't worry about it. I think it's best I do it, I'm not sure I should be drinking anyway."

"How come?"

Macaque looked a little uncomfortable as he tried to explain, "Being totally honest, I was always planning to be pretty sober but I wasn't planning to be that sober. Something was just really not starting to feel right after that second drink."

He frowned, "What do you mean? This a shadow thing?"

Macaque nodded, "I think it might be. I remember what it used to be like to get tipsy and it definitely didn't feel like that. And I'm really not keen to figure out what it would be like if I was actually drunk."

"Can you describe it?"

"Not really? I just... I didn't feel right. A touch too shadow. Like I was in the Void."

He didn't like the sound of that, "Alright, no alcohol it is then! We don't need to drink to have fun with friends."

Macaque looked at him strangely, "We? What are you talking about? You can still drink."

"Nah, it's no fun being the only sober person at a party. I'll keep you company!"

Macaque's tail gave an irritated flick, but his voice remained level, "I had plenty of fun the other day. Just because I can't do something doesn't mean you need to miss out."

He waved his hand dismissively, "It's no skin off my nose. I'll have a great time either way. Maybe even better sober since I'll be able to remember it all."

Something about this really seemed to displease Macaque, "If you don't want to drink then fine but if you're doing it because you think I need or want you to then you need to get a grip."

Ok, he'd clearly touched some sort of nerve but he wasn't quite sure where this was coming from, "What's the problem here? I just thought it would be nice, a bit of solidarity, y'know?"

A little too sharply, Macaque responded, "It's not nice, it's idiotic. Don't just give things up for me when you don't need to."

"You're making this out to be much a much bigger deal than it is - not drinking is really not a hardship. But if it makes you feel better, fine, I'll drink next time too. Happy?"

He snapped, "Ecstatic."

"Ok, seriously, what's this actually about?"

"Nothing."

"It's clearly not nothing. Wh-! Hey, where are you going?"

Macaque stopped on his way to the door to bite out, "For a walk."

Wukong let him go but as soon as he was out of sight he made an aggrieved noise and glared at his glass of wine, "This is all your fault."

It obviously wasn't but it made him feel slightly better to say it. As annoyed as he was by Macaque's oh-so mature handling of the situation, he realised it'd been awhile since they'd had something that remotely bordered on a proper argument. But he was cautiously optimistic Macaque would return with a cooler head and a willingness to talk about it. He might even get an apology.

Sure enough about thirty minutes later Macaque returned and sat heavily on his side of the couch before offering a gruff sorry. Wukong just watched him warily as he asked, "You ready to tell me what that was about?"

He exercised patience as Macaque sighed before glaring at his own hands. Eventually he said, "It's just one more thing I can't do. One more normal thing that I used to be able to do and now I can't."

He waited with bated breath for him to continue. This had to be the first time that Macaque had ever really acknowledged that he was at all upset about the situation he was in. Frustrations had made themselves known occasionally but it was usually aimed at a specific difficulty in the present rather than a comparison to the past.

"And it's stupid. So what if I can't drink? It's not like I was a big drinker before, not like I need it to have a good time. But it's just... It's just such a normal thing people can just do and I can't." He took a breath to steady himself before addressing Wukong, "But you can and I don't want this to be another thing that you have to do for me."

He frowned, "Another thing? You make it sound as if it's difficult having you around. And that couldn't be further from the truth."

Clearly getting a little worked up, Macaque exclaimed, "We can never just do things, Wukong. There's always something. Oh, you want to go for a walk? Oh,wait, sorry it's mid day - the sun's too bright for me to be out in it. You want to go see this show? Sorry but if I don't go to the Void now I'm going to stop being able to see in colour."

He kept going before Wukong could respond, "And if it's not something like that, it's that you've found something you want to do but you pass it up because I won't be able to experience it properly. Art? Food? Wasted on me, right? And it's not like I could ever just want to do something with you for you. No, it's always about me and what I can't do."

This had to have been brewing for quite a while and he cursed himself for not somehow realising. "Hold on, let's slow down a minute - there's a lot to unpack there. First of all, I want to make it one hundred percent clear that I'd be missing out on way more without you than I ever could with you. I was literally doing nothing until you came back into my life."

And while that confession made him want to cringe it wasn't much of an exaggeration. Especially not when you compared it to now, there had been days before Macaque's return when all he had looked forward to was going to bed at night - sleep the only place he could escape the reality of his eternity.

As ever, Macaque was not easily convinced, "So you needed a good kick in the tail to get moving but now you've got a taste for life again why would you be satisfied with less? How long until you get bored of someone that can't keep up?"

Incredulous he responded, "Bored? Of you? You can't be serious? You really think that's possible?"

Macaque held himself tightly as he looked away, "You did before."

His breath caught and for a moment all he could do was stare as remorse consumed him. Macaque looked so small all of a sudden, so vulnerable, and almost unthinkingly reached a hand out, "Macaque..."

He dropped it when the other only seemed to turn himself further away. He hesitated before trying to find the words, "I... That's... That's not what happened. I was never bored of you. I just..."

He looked down as he tried to explain, "I was thoughtless. Selfish. I never stopped to think about how what I was doing affected you. I never stopped to think about anything. I just kept moving forward, doing whatever I pleased. And I..." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he admitted, "I liked that no-one was beside me. That no-one could keep up with me. But I still expected to be able to look back and see you waiting for me."

He couldn't bring himself to look up to see Macaque's reaction as he continued, "There was no future I envisioned that didn't have you in it but it wasn't like this. We weren't... We weren't equals. I was always the king. Your king."

He swallowed, "Macaque, I'm not proud of who I used to be, I'm especially not proud of how I used to treat you. But I promise I'm not that person anymore. Please, you have to believe me when I say there's nothing I want more now than to stand by your side as equals - no titles, no rank... Just us, however that looks."

When they had first reconciled, Macaque's feelings about being left behind had been made abundantly clear but Wukong hadn't realised that he'd feared that time would repeat itself and it would happen again. It hurt but how could he blame him?

The last few years together had been amazing but compared to their long lives it was like a blink of an eye. They'd lived together for centuries before he had set his sights on ever greater heights.

He felt Macaque's tail tentatively wrap around his and it was almost enough to reduce him to tears. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve this second chance. And yet he couldn't stop himself from intertwining his tail with Macaque's.

Macaque almost sounded slightly wistful as he said, "Deep down, I always knew that you never felt the same way about me as I did about you. You used to look at me like I was yours and I let myself believe I was something special. That it wasn't just the same look you gave everything you felt belonged to you."

He forced himself to look over at Macaque, to see a small sad smile on his face, "I would have my doubts but then you would give me a moment where all your attention was on me and it would be enough that I could keep fooling myself into thinking that I mattered to you. That once your newest ambition was achieved then you'd be by my side for good."

He fought back the knee jerk reaction to tell him that he had mattered to him, he had always mattered, and waited for Macaque to continue.

"That didn't mean I was content just to wait. But there was nothing I could do that kept you with me for long enough and then your adventures took you places I couldn't go..." He sighed and looked over at him, "I know that you're not the same person. Neither am I. But there's a part of me that just refuses to believe it. And it tells me if I wasn't enough then how could I possibly be enough now?"

Wukong turned to face him and took hold of one of his hands in both of his, "Macaque, there is no part of me that thinks you are any less than you were before. You're different there's no denying that but that hasn't stopped you living life to the fullest. If anything I think you're doing a better job of that now than ever."

He squeezed his hand for a moment before continuing, "I can't imagine how frustrating it must be sometimes to not have the same capabilities as before but it's not a burden to me to help you or work around that. You don't need to "keep up", I want to meet you where you are."

Macaque's eyes looked a little wet as he responded, "Don't feed me lines, Wukong."

"I'm not. I promise. I know I've got a long way to go to prove that. But Macaque, I'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it - I love being with you exactly as you are now."

He didn't know what to make of the emotion he could see in Macaque's eyes but when Macaque brought up his free hand to gently guide his forehead to rest against his he was powerless but to close his own eyes and go with the motion.

Macaque pulled back to place a light kiss on his forehead before pulling back properly and scoffing a little wetly, "Yeah, I guess you're alright too."

He huffed a laugh, unable to stop himself from feeling fond as he dragged Macaque over to his side to hold him closely, "Why are you like this?"

Macaque rested his head on his shoulder as he responded, "I can only handle so much soppiness at once."

He hummed, "Well, that's unfortunate because I've still got at least one more soppy thing to say."

"Just one? I should count myself lucky. You're becoming real soft in your old age, y'know?"

He squeezed him in retaliation before letting a more serious mood settle again, "You never talk about how you feel about what you can't do anymore..."

Macaque sighed, "You worry about what I can't do too much as is."

He frowned, "That's not a good reason not to talk to me about it. I want to know if you're upset. And I worry about it way less than I used to. I get you've got new ways of experiencing things."

Macaque said nothing for a moment before a little defeatedly saying, "You still work on those artefacts."

He was a little taken aback, "Hardly! You weren't subtle, I know you're not interested in them. I just like messing around with the seals. Did you seriously think I was still trying to work on it behind your back?"

"Well, you were!"

"No, I-! Ok, y'know what? I was working on them when you weren't around but only because that's the only time I could mess about with them without you trying to distract me, not because I didn't want you to know about it. And can I just say, at no point did you actually use your words and tell me you wanted me to stop. Which, y'know, would have been the best way to get me to actually stop."

He couldn't help but feel a little exasperated. Had he been stressing out about this and was just not going to talk to him about it?

Macaque seemed to curl into himself slightly, probably embarrassed at being called out for causing unnecessary stress for himself. They had gotten a lot better at talking to each other but given the conversation they'd just had he thought he could understand why this might have been something Macaque had been reluctant to talk about. For that reason he decided not to labour the point about communication.

Macaque sounded a little embarrassed as he tried to explain, "Look, I... It wasn't just that I thought you were going to ditch me, or whatever, if I didn't work right. I..." He brought a hand to his face and groaned, "I want to do things for you. I wanted to be able to give you what you wanted. You wanted me to be able to feel things properly and I couldn't bring myself not to try. But then I really started to get the hang of feeling with magic and I thought that it might be enough to make up for what I was lacking and I just... I dunno. What I can't do doesn't bother me so much when I'm just thinking about myself but when I think about how it affects you and us - I get a little messed up over it."

He frowned and jostled Macaque slightly, "You need to tell me when things are messing you up, especially things that involve me and us. I can't do anything if I don't know. I had no idea you'd been stressing out so much about what I thought or what you "bring to the table", or whatever."

"I'm not stressing out about it. I just... I just want this to work."

"And you think I don't? C'mon we've been over this - we work way better when we talk to each other. I want to know if I'm doing something that's seriously upsetting you and I want to know what's going on in your head. I'm not a mind-reader you know."

He felt Macaque sag against him, "I know. It's just one of those things where logic and feelings refuse to see eye to eye. Logically, I know everything is fine but every once in a while my brain decides it doesn't give a damn about what's logical."

He huffed, "Yeah, trust me, I know the feeling. Just... Talk to me, alright?"

Macaque just nodded, "I'll try."

He kissed the side of Macaque's head, "That's all I can ask for. Also, just for absolute clarity - do you want me to stop messing around with those artefacts? Even if I'm not actually trying to workshop them into an accessibility aid for you?"

"Nah, it's fine. What have you been using them for then?"

"Oh, well one of the pairs of glasses has this really obscure character in the middle of the seal and it's honestly been driving me crazy figuring out what it does. Like, it's personal now. I need to know."

A shadow-y pencil materialized in the air in front of him, "Draw it for me?"

He knew the damned thing forwards and backwards at this point and he let himself fall into seals researcher mode as he caught Macaque up to speed.

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He looked up from setting up the tablet to play music as per Macaque's request to question him, "Remind me why we're doing this again? Doesn't this sort of defeat the whole point of going to dance lessons?"

Macaque continued to stretch as he responded, "You really want to show up and have Niú and Gōngzhǔ tear you to shreds for not knowing how to dance?"

"Surely they don't know how to dance either? That's the whole point of this practice session, isn't it?"

Macaque shook his head, "Nah, they've been going to classes together for a few months. I join them every once in a while - it's good fun. This session they've got planned is to make sure everyone else attending the ball doesn't embarrass them."

Well, that explained how Macaque apparently knew western ballroom dancing. He asked, "Why are they having a ball again?"

"Long story short, they're trying to get in the good books of some neighbouring demon lord who apparently goes nuts for this kind of thing."

Wukong, thankfully, wasn't actually invited to the ball itself, he'd only been invited to come to the dance practice session. And while puzzled by this, he wasn't necessarily against it - MK would be there and Macaque seemed pretty convinced it could be a lot of fun.

"Ok, that all checks out but why am I going to the practice session?"

Macaque rolled his eyes, "Because Niú and Gōngzhǔ invited you and you don't have a good enough reason not to go."

"No, see this is the tripping point - Gōngzhǔ wants me to be there? Really? Are you sure I'm not being set up?"

Actually, if he was, it wouldn't surprise him if Macaque was in on it.

"If you were, why would I be offering to dance with you now?"

"To lure me into a false sense of security?"

Apparently done with this conversation Macaque just dragged him towards the space they had cleared for this exercise and positioned them so Wukong was in the lead position. That didn't surprise him at all - the follow position was often the exciting one and Macaque loved to have all eyes on him.

He felt the need to point out, "Also, you know I could pick this up in, like, two minutes. There isn't actually any need to practice beforehand."

"Wukong, shut up and dance with me."

He grinned, "Ah, so that's what this is about, huh?"

As it would transpire, Macaque wanting to dance with him had in fact been a tactical move on his part. This wasn't about romance or being close or anything remotely sweet, this was about getting the need to make everything a competition out of their system before they had to behave in front of a crowd.

At least half of their attempts to dance had ended in, what he personally thought, were much more exciting fight sequences - they even managed to time it to the music for the most part! And at least another quarter of the dances had felt more like a battle of wits as they tried to psych each other out.

They were sweating by the time they finally called it quits and he had to admit he wouldn't mind doing this again sometime. Just the two of them that was. If they had to dance properly the whole time he wouldn't have been able to stand it and as such he couldn't say he was super excited about this upcoming practice session.

But it was only for a couple of hours and MK would be there so he'd live. He also had his suspicions that perhaps this invite had actually been Macaque's doing and that he just really wanted him to come with.

He said as much, "You know you could have just asked me yourself if you wanted me to be your dance partner at this thing."

Macaque laughed, "I know you don't believe me but this genuinely wasn't my idea. Niú and Gōngzhǔ invited you, I swear. Although if I had to guess I'm going to say Niú was the instigator - I think he really wants to build upon the success of our get together a few weeks back."

He was perhaps a little too pleased by this revelation, as he preened, "Really?"

Macaque laughed at him, "Yeah, really. He had a good time and, though she won't admit it, so did Gōngzhǔ. I think he likes the idea of having some friends without any politics attached."

He felt embarrassingly giddy - his party had been an indisputable success and Niú wanted to be friends? Wow, this day had already been going well but he felt like he was practically glowing now.

Macaque just shook his head fondly.

----

The day of the event saw him in a large hall filled with close to a hundred people and he wasn't at all stressed out about it. Nope. Not even when people he didn't know gawked or pointed in his direction. He was totally cool and collected.

He sort of wished he hadn't let Macaque convince him not to wear his official Monkey King get up though. Obviously people recognised him without it and if he was going to have to be the Monkey King, then he wanted to be the Monkey King.

Safe behind his armour.

He tried to focus on the people right in front of him, the people he knew, MK and his friends, but he'd feel a lot better if Macaque would hurry up and get back here.

They had developed a system a while back for social events to help him with his anxiety. Invisible to everyone, that didn't have golden vision or something similar, was a thin layer of Macaque's magic over his hand - all he had to do was flex it a particular way or make a certain gesture and Macaque would respond accordingly.

He'd come stand by his side, or help him escape from a conversation or from the whole event if he really needed it. For the most part however it just gave him a little more confidence by letting him feel as if he was holding his hand, Macaque had gotten pretty good at manipulating the pressure so it really felt like he was holding on to him.

Wukong closed his hand slightly and he felt Macaque squeeze it lightly in reassurance. He'd be back soon, he just had to go get Bǎi Hé and then he'd be back. Just focus on MK and what he was saying - something about their outfits for the ball?

Thankfully, it only took another few minutes before a shadow portal opened beside Mei and Macaque and Bǎi Hé stepped out. He hoped his relief wasn't obvious but just being able to see Macaque did so much for his nerves.

Macaque had warned him he wasn't going to be able to be by his side throughout the entire event. He wasn't the only one who might occasionally look to Macaque for a bit of reassurance after all. Bǎi Hé had come on leaps and bounds since her time as the Lady Bone Demon's host but this sort of thing could be a bit much for anyone.

It probably didn't help that Wukong was here. She no longer seemed to be outright terrified of him but she always seemed at least a little uncomfortable around him. Which is no doubt why Macaque had opened the portal a decent distance away from him with a number of people in between.

She was greeted with enthusiasm by MK and the others and he didn't doubt they would all be keeping an eye out for her while she was here. She was the youngest person here by a good ten years at least. Macaque gave her shoulder a squeeze and then left her talking to Red Son and Mei to head over to him.

He resisted the urge to reach for him and instead lowered his voice so that only Macaque would hear him, "Everything alright?"

He nodded, and equally quietly explained, "Some last minute nerves was all. You holding up ok?"

He'd barely gotten out a "Yeah. I'm-" before Gōngzhǔ's authoritative voice was carried throughout the hall with a gust of wind as she started to explain the proceedings for the day. While Macaque had turned in order to appear to be paying her attention, he still kept an eye on him waiting for a response. Wukong tried to communicate silently that he was fine and after half a second of scrutiny he felt Macaque's magic squeeze his hand before they both gave Gōngzhǔ their full attention.

Wukong was not afraid of Gōngzhǔ but he could easily understand why at least half those gathered here clearly were. She didn't mince words when she promised there would be no swift end for those that did not perform as expected at this ball. And knowing her, it was no idle threat.

But in short order, they had been split off into smaller groups, each with their own instructors and he couldn't be more grateful to finally have his hands on Macaque. It also helped that their little group consisted largely of MK and his friends and while there was an amusing disparity in skill, it was Macaque's running commentary on everything in the room that helped put him most at ease.

It got to the point where he even felt comfortable bantering occasionally with some of the other dancers from time to time. If he just focused on his immediate surroundings he found he was beginning to enjoy himself.

Macaque suddenly snorted and Wukong grinned, "What is it?"

"Mei and MK are trying to figure out how Niú and Gōngzhǔ dance together."

Niú and Gōngzhǔ were observing the procedures and so were not dancing themselves, and currently Niú was towering over their group and assessing their performance. He could easily understand the confusion - Niú was a giant of a man. Dancing with someone their height was no easy task.

Macaque had a mischievous look on his face as he asked, "You mind if I show 'em how it's done?"

"What am I supposed to do in the meantime without a partner?"

Macaque grinned and quite deliberately steered them towards MK and Mei who were quite honestly terrible dance partners - they couldn't seem to stop laughing every time they so much as looked at each other. With some fancy turns, and a little bit of shadow magic, he suddenly found himself in Mei's place in front of MK.

A quick glance around revealed a number of couples had been swapped around while a rather relieved looking demon stood on the outskirts, clearly grateful for the chance to have a break and grab a drink. Much to Mei's delight and Red Son's consternation, the two of them were now partnered up.

MK, long since used to such antics, just looked pleased to see him, and Wukong felt equally happy to spend some time with him, "Hey, kid. You having a good time?"

MK beamed, "A great time! Although I don't think I've actually managed to learn anything yet but maybe with you here I'll finally get it! You up for teaching me one more lesson?"

Wukong laughed, "For you? Always!"

"You want to lead?"

"Nah. You lead, I'll follow. I've been leading all day - Macaque always wants the flashy role."

MK eyed up where Macaque was talking to Niú, "Don't I know it. Is he going to...?"

He looked over to see Macaque put on an overly formal act to ask Niú to dance which, to the apparent shock of a number of people present, Niú accepted equally formally.

The floor tripped over itself to clear a space for them. They bowed to one another and then almost immediately they were identifiable as the most graceful partners in the room.

He and MK were jostled as Mei deliberately bumped into them with Red Son and she hissed at MK, "How are they doing that? That's not possible."

Red Son scoffed at her as MK, equally curious, investigated with his golden vision, "Ah! I think it's like a mix of DBK stooping down a bit, Mac lifting himself with his shadows and a glamour to make it all look natural?"

He looked to him for confirmation and he happily obliged, "You got it, kid. There's loads of different ways to do it but this way, if you don't think too hard about it, looks the most natural, like you said."

MK looked around clearly trying to spot anyone else using this trick, "Oh hey, yeah now that I'm looking there's a couple of different spells at play around the room. Some shapeshifting, some glamours... Are they wearing stilts under their dress? Wow! That's actually super impressive!"

It was then his eyes seemed to catch on where they were holding hands and he could see how MK was going to unthinkingly expose him. He quickly drew his attention by tripping him slightly and when he had MK's eyes he shook his head minutely, desperately trying to communicate with him not to say anything.

Thankfully he got the hint, and even better the whole interaction seemed to have been missed by anyone else. Still focused on Niú and Macaque. Mei grinned slyly all of a sudden, and she aimed it at both him and Red Son, "Hey, those two are looking awful cosy, don't you think? A bit more than is proper I would say."

They were certainly toe-ing the line as to what would be considered appropriate in terms of closeness and demeanour. Niú tended to have quite a stoic expression when he was expected to embody his title as King but his facade was clearly cracking under whatever jokes or comments Macaque was making.

If Mei thought he was remotely bothered by their closeness however she was going to be sorely disappointed. They were monkeys - close physical contact with your friends was the done thing. They didn't have nearly the same hangups as humans did.

Red Son however was silently seething, although he could imagine it was less to do with the sight before him and everything to do with the fact that Mei would dare imply there was something going on.

Red Son kept it together remarkably well as he shoved Mei's face away from him and rather smoothly cut in between him and MK to steal the latter away as his new partner. Undeterred, Mei just followed along, trying to fit herself into a dance for two. MK shouted out an apology to him but he clearly wasn't getting out of this easily.

Welp, he was down a partner. Standing on the sidelines it was then. He'd only been there long enough to see Macaque now chatting with a very amused Gōngzhǔ before Niú came and stood beside him, "Wukong."

He smiled cheekily, "You here to ask me for a dance?"

A sharp gust of wind almost knocked him over as Niú laughed quietly before shooting a fond look over at his wife, "I think that would have dire consequences for us both."

He huffed as he straightened out his clothes and hair, before conversationally he commented, "Mac was telling me you and Gōngzhǔ have been at this whole dancing shtick for a while?"

"Cháng'é had a crossover episode with a professional ballroom dancer. We thought it looked entertaining enough to be a worthwhile endeavour."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the mention of Cooking with Cháng'é - he really didn't see the appeal. Although admittedly he had gotten a bit more into cooking himself in the past few years, so maybe it was worth giving it another shot? It could be something to bond with Niú over too. He'd think about it.

He gestured to the room, "I'll say. Now you're using it for some lucrative networking. Bet you didn't see that coming."

All he got was a short, "Hm." Before Niú changed the subject, "I see Macaque prepared you for today."

"What? Nah, I'm just a naturally talented dancer."

Niú raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, "So talented you know all the steps before you've been instructed."

"Yup. It's a gift."

Niú rolled his eyes before he postured, "Clearly not that gifted, if Macaque left you to dance with me at the first opportunity."

He was being baited but he found himself powerless not to engage with a bit of friendly ribbing, "That's just because you were looking all sad and broody and tall all by yourself, he just felt sorry for you."

Niú huffed in amusement, "Believe what you will but what is indisputable is that he enjoyed our dance more."

He gaped in offense, "No, he didn't! We were in perfect sync - every move was flawless!"

"We had all that and more. We commanded the room - he loves nothing more than a captive audience. I am clearly the superior dance partner."

His rebuttal was cut off by a familiar voice, "Not to contradict you, your majesty. But I think you might find you're both wrong." They both looked over to see Mián pointing into the crowd and following their directions - they could see a very fond looking Macaque dancing with Bǎi Hé.

It was admittedly a very sweet sight and Niú huffed before standing tall, "A fine adversary to come in second to."

He nodded, "Yeah, I can accept- Hey! Wait! You're not second! I am!"

Their silly argument was interrupted again by the appearance of Chóu, who cooed, "Oh, what a lovely little lady. And just look at Macaque - what a wonderful father he would make!"

Mián was incredulous enough for the three of them, "Macaque!?"

Wukong had long since suspected that Chóu was delusional but he was absolutely sure of it now. Had she seen how he behaved around literally anyone that wasn't Bǎi Hé? He was an actual terror.

She simply nodded blithely, "Oh yes, I can see it. And in this unprecedented time of peace? Why, there's no greater time to start a family. So what are you two waiting for?"

"What are we...? We're not having kids, Chóu!"

Niú was beside himself, his booming laughter drawing far too many eyes for his liking. But he still couldn't get over the horror such an idea instilled in him.

She frowned, "Why not? Children are a blessing."

He looked at her a little helplessly, not even sure where to begin. He was sure she would find a way to counter anything he said - the impossibility of them having children? Where there's a will there's a way! We already have an island of monkeys to take care of? Oh, well you'll have plenty of company for the little ones then. We would be the worst parents imaginable? Nonsense, you'll have Auntie Chóu to keep you right!

Thankfully Mián answered for him, looking a little annoyed, "Chóu, we've been over this - not everyone wants to get married and have kids. You need to stop telling couples to "get a move on"."

Chóu huffed clearly getting wound up and Mián just physically turned her and started pushing her towards the exit, "Oh, would you look at the time? Sorry to have to leave so soon but ball gowns don't make themselves, you know? Ta-ta!"

That demon was worth their weight in gold. He'd have to find a way to properly thank them for saving him from that hellish conversation. He griped at Niú, "It wasn't that funny! C'mon, knock it off!"

Niú was wiping actual tears from his eyes and Wukong felt his own eye twitch as his tail flicked irritably. He glanced over at Macaque to gauge his reaction and saw an amused grin staring back at him for only a moment before he focused back on Bǎi Hé. Ugh, great. He couldn't wait for this to become a running gag.

After a truly unbecoming amount of time Niú calmed down and gave him a hearty pat on the back before going back to his duties. His parting words about how funny he was not at all a boost to his ego, not when he was being laughed at, not with.

This unfortunately left him on his own and a few brave souls looked like they wanted to take the chance of coming over and speaking to him and he silently begged Macaque to come back already. He didn't want to pull him away from Bǎi Hé but he would really prefer not to make small talk with strangers.

He was saved by MK coming over to see him, finally freed from Mei and Red Son's clutches - the pair of whom seemed to be having some sort of competition that involved innocent bystanders.

He questioned MK, "What are they...?"

MK shook his head, "I don't know and I don't want to know but either way I need a break. You want to go grab a drink?"

"Lead the way."

It was too much to expect MK to have forgotten about Macaque's magic on his person and his impish expression suggested he thought he already had the answer as he asked, "So, what's with your hand?"

He decided to play it cool, "Oh that? Just a little system Macaque and I came up with to communicate with each other in case things go sideways. Not to be a downer but this crowd is just a magnet for trouble. We're just being cautious."

MK clearly didn't believe him, "Uh-huh. Right. And not at all because you just want to hold Macaque's hand?"

"Pfft. As if. We're responsible immortals, not love-struck teenagers!"

He would just have to accept that his reputation had long been besmirched in his student's eyes, "Hm-mm. Don't worry, Wukong. Your secret is safe with me." The wink really wasn't necessary but at least the conversation could move on to less embarrassing topics.

It was nice having a moment to catch up with MK, it didn't last long enough for his liking but once Gōngzhǔ had straightened out the troublemakers the look she sent their way told them they better get back on the floor or suffer unimaginable hardship. MK couldn't scamper fast enough but Wukong refused to let himself be hurried and while he did make his way back, it was at a lax pace that had Gōngzhǔ narrowing her eyes.

It really was a lose-lose with her - if he'd scrambled to obey her she would have been equally unhappy by the show of "cowardliness" that she no doubt thought unbecoming of Macaque's chosen partner.

He was slightly worried as to who he was going to dance with but he was delighted to have Macaque meet him there. Wukong teased, "Just can't resist me, huh?"

"Thought I'd give you a chance to prove yourself my second favourite dance partner."

"I don't need to prove it! It's a fact!"

Macaque hummed, "My second favourite would rise to the challenge..."

If he'd said that on the island, Wukong would have taken the bait and pulled out all the stops to rise to the occasion but here? If he did anything remotely flashy they'd have every pair of eyes on them. Which honestly made him want to throw up but... Well, he knew Macaque would love it.

He fought with himself for a moment before trying to push down his fear as far as it would go in order to propose a deal, "Alright, I will prove it! But only if you promise that as soon as the dance is finished you get us out of here. Like immediately. Deal?"

He withstood Macaque's scrutiny for a long moment and he'd be lying if he said that the excited grin that slowly spread over Macaque's face didn't make his heart beat faster, "Deal. But I need to sort out one or two things first. I was Bǎi Hé's ride home."

"Ah, shoot. I forgot about that. You can't just ditch her... Just get me out of here then."

Macaque shook his head and took a step away, leaving a shadow clone in his place, "Oh no. You keep your end of the bargain and I already know I won't want to take my hands off you. Just give me a second."

He danced with the clone unthinkingly as he watched Macaque interrupt Bǎi Hé's dance in order to speak to her. Macaque wasn't going to tell her they were leaving because of him, right? He really would not like to move any further down the list of her not so favourite people.

But she didn't look upset - instead she looked quite excited and somehow that didn't make him feel better.

He thought he should be using this opportunity to figure out what he was going to do to impress Macaque but he knew if he started to think about it he would start to overthink it. He'd be fine. He was great at improvising - better to be in the moment.

He was slightly alarmed to watch Bǎi Hé take off in the opposite direction but Macaque wasn't at all concerned as he made his way back, dispelling the clone as he stepped into it, "Alright, Wukong. Last chance to back out. You ready?"

He took a deep breath. Just focus on the two of them. He was the master of focus - he could do this. He looked into Macaque's eyes and saw nothing but love and excitement and he stood tall as he postured, "As if I'd back down from a challenge. How do you feel about a costume change?"

Macaque's tail swayed happily behind him, "What do you have in mind?"

He had just enough time to fill him in on what outfits to grab with his shadows when Bǎi Hé's role in this became apparent. She had been sent to commandeer the music so that the next song that played was one that was definitely not on Gōngzhǔ's approved list but it was one Wukong knew well and was just a touch livelier to allow for him to really dazzle.

He pulled Macaque closer to them as shadows transformed their clothes. He sent up a silent prayer that Gōngzhǔ wouldn't be too mad and then he didn't give a second thought to anything other than Macaque.

--M--

As promised, barely a second after the song had ended, and an uproar of applause had started, he had felt the welcome swooping of falling through a shadow portal. His heart was pounding as his feet landed on solid ground but he was undeniably pleased with his performance, "Ha! How was that? I told you-!"

He was cut off as Macaque pulled him into an enthusiastic and passionate kiss and he was powerless not to respond in kind. The adrenaline still pumping through him urging him on and he just couldn't pull Macaque close enough to him.

He almost wasn't aware of the fact Macaque had started to walk him backwards until the back of his knees hit the couch and at Macaque's firm push he sat gracelessly but he was given no time to dwell on it when Macaque was suddenly in his lap and had picked up right from where they left off.

He was immensely pleased that he'd done such a good job that Macaque intended to kiss him senseless as a reward and he couldn't help but break the kiss briefly to preen, "That good, huh?"

Macaque's hands came to either side of his face, and all he got was a painfully fond, "That good." Before he was swept back up in a toe curling kiss. Damn, no sarcastic comment or quip? He really had impressed. Oh, he was going to relish in this victory for days to come.

He couldn't recall Macaque ever being quite this handsy anytime they'd made out before, not that he was complaining, but when his hands found his way under his shirt and all but groped him he broke off their kiss once more intending to ask where the fire was. However, this only prompted Macaque to duck his head and lavish his neck with attention, surprising a sharp gasp from him.

Admittedly, a little distracted by Macaque's hands and lips, it took him a moment to find his words again. For as much as he was enjoying the attention, this was unfamiliar territory and he was honestly a little unsure how to reciprocate. Did he just copy Macaque? He obviously couldn't kiss him like this, was he supposed to wait his turn or something?

"Mac...?"

Macaque hummed in response, not stopping in his ministrations, so he tried again, "Mac? Can we, uh, have a time out?"

Thankfully Macaque did sit up, albeit looking a little amused, "A time out?"

A little awkwardly, he explained, "Uh, yeah. Just to, y'know, check in?"

Still somewhat bemused by this, Macaque removed his hands from under his shirt to loosely wrap his arms around Wukong's shoulders, "Alright. How you doing then?"

He cleared his throat, "I'm great! Peachy, even! I'm just, er, maybe not a hundred percent sure on what the plan is here?"

Macaque grinned, kissing his cheek before answering, "The plan is you sit back and reap the reward for that spectacular performance."

"And that sounds awesome but just so we're on the same page here... What exactly are you planning to do?"

Because he had his suspicions things were going in a direction that he had been pretty confident they were never going to go in - seeing as Macaque couldn't fully participate - and as such he really wasn't sure what to make of it.

Macaque chuckled lowly, and there really was no mistaking that suggestive tone, "What would you like me to do?"

Nervously, he asked, "Go back to kissing me? Er, just kissing me?"

"You do realise I'm offering to do a lot more than kiss you, right?"

"No, yeah, I was picking up on that but, y'know, maybe I just want to kiss you?"

Macaque leaned back slightly and looked at him oddly, "There a reason for that?"

"I just like kissing you?"

He almost winced at how unsure that had sounded and Macaque just couldn't seem to comprehend what was wrong with him until it seemed to click, "Wait. Are you nervous?"

Immediately he refuted, "No! I mean, it's just that I- We haven't- You can't-"

Macaque was looking far too pleased with this turn of events, "Isn't this just precious? You want me to walk you through what I was planning to do to you? Do a Q&A to help put those first time jitters to rest?"

He could already feel his face getting warm, "No, you ass! I'm not nervous! That's not the problem!"

Ok, he was a little nervous but that wasn't the real issue here. Macaque clearly didn't believe him if that smug grin was anything to go by but still he said, "Let's hear it then. What is the problem?"

He faltered on how to elegantly word it, and his fingers started tapping nervously where they lay on Macaque's hips, "You can't... I mean, I can't return the favour?"

He was sure Macaque understood what he had meant but chose to deliberately avoid the issue, "You don't need to "return the favour" this is about me showing my appreciation, you've already done your part."

"Well, I think you've already done that - that make out session has more than shown how much you appreciated it."

Macaque leaned back and crossed his arms, an annoyed expression on his face, "Are you seriously turning me down just because I can't get it up? We talked about this - me not being able to do something doesn't mean you need to miss out."

"This is so not the same as not being able to drink!"

"How?"

"Because it's not fair! You won't get anything out of it!"

Macaque tsked, "You really think I won't get anything out of it? I want to do this. It feels good to make you feel good. And not just through our magic, I like doing things for you."

He crossed his own arms and glared up at him, "Doing things like using artefacts that made you feel bad?"

He would be lying if he said thoughts of their conversation about Macaque's concerns over Wukong growing bored of him weren't echoing in his head. This was absolutely not something he was going to allow Macaque to do if that was a factor.

"That's not the same!"

"How?"

"At what point did I seem like I wasn't enjoying what I was doing?"

Well... He had him there. Macaque had never been enthusiastic about the artefacts but he had seemed very much in his element before Wukong had interrupted him for this conversation.

Petulantly he responded, "Well, you're supposed to be the actor here, you could be faking it."

Macaque wasn't impressed, "You really think that's what I was doing?"

Reluctantly he replied, "No..."

He hadn't believed it even as he had said it. Macaque asked, "So what's the problem here?"

"It just... Doesn't feel right."

Him being the only one getting off reeked of the sort of selfishness he had tried to put well behind him. He didn't want a repeat of what sex between them used to be like when they were younger.

After a long moment, Macaque sighed and he looked a little more understanding, "Alright, look, it's fair to say your experience of what sex can be is pretty limited, right? So let me let you in on something - you don't always have to get off to have a good time. It's like fishing - you don't have to have caught a fish to have enjoyed it."

He mulled this over, he did understand the logic but still, "It's one thing to go fishing and not catch anything but why would you go fishing if you knew there was no fish to be caught?"

"Now, you're just being obtuse. In this example, it's all about the company. Although, you really are making me doubt my choice in company."

He lowered his arms and rested his hands on Macaque's thighs as he thought it over. No denying the company made all the difference, sex with someone else had never been a consideration but at the same time when he had imagined sleeping with Macaque it hadn't looked like this.

He couldn't quite meet Macaque's eyes as he tried to explain, "Even if I can wrap my head around that. I... I don't want sex just about getting off, or whatever, I..." He could feel his face growing steadily redder as he admitted, "I want it to mean something, for it to be... Special, I guess."

Macaque brought a hand to his cheek and directed his face up in order to give him quite possibly the most breathtaking kiss he'd ever received. It lacked the urgency of their earlier kissing but it somehow felt more intense.

It didn't last nearly long enough and when Macaque pulled back he felt dazed, although he was sure his expression was something awed and adoring. Macaque's face was close to his when he all but whispered, "Special enough for you?"

He swallowed thickly and nodded mutely. Macaque started to place a trail of gentle kisses along his cheek towards his ear, using them to punctuate his sentences, "I can make this special. I can be gentle. Tender. Loving. Let me show you. Let me worship every inch of you."

Worship...?

Such an ugly word was enough to snap him out of the haziness he had been falling prey to. He didn't want this one-sided devotion that Macaque was offering him. It evoked this awful image of a king being lavished by his subject. He didn't want to be Macaque's king, he wanted to be his equal.

He brought his hand up to take hold of Macaque's and bring it down to his lap, he looked down as he quietly admitted, "I can't. I'm sorry."

He felt no small amount of relief as he watched Macaque take hold of his hand properly, before he asked, "What's going on?"

He cringed shamefully, as he tried to explain, "I just can't get over how selfish it feels. I want to do everything for you that you want to do for me. I don't- I don't want to be worshipped, not if I can't do the same. I just... I'm sorry. I know you want to do this but I just..."

Macaque was quiet for a moment before he let out a gentle sigh, and kissed his forehead, "It's ok. If you don't want to do this then that's all there is to it."

He looked up a little wary, "You're not upset or mad?" Then slightly more panicked he asked, "You're not going to be all messed up over this, right? Fuck, I know you stress out about our relationship and then I went and... It's not your fault. I'm not upset we can't do this, I mean, I am upset I can't do this for you but I'm- I-"

Macaque hushed him, "Alright. Calm down. You're fine. We're fine. I'm fine. Stop freaking out. Just give me a minute to think..."

He pulled Wukong close to him as he did so and Wukong held him close as he focused on trying to breathe.

Slowly Macaque tried to put his thoughts into words, "Ok, if this isn't a thing that can ever happen then that's fine... But your problem is not being able to reciprocate, right? Well, what if you could? It wouldn't be the same but, I don't know, maybe it's something we can work on."

He looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

Macaque admitted a little awkwardly, "If I'm being honest, the thought of you touching me and me not responding to it sort of stresses me out. Maybe that's something to explore first? Like, I really, really don't want you touching my dick but that doesn't mean there aren't other things we can try. Maybe a slightly more handsy make out session is a good starting point? Figure out how my magic and everything responds? I think we could still make this work if we can work on both our hang ups."

Handsy make out sessions definitely felt within their wheelhouse and he felt a bit more optimistic about this whole thing if the plan was to take their time with it.

He nodded, "I think I can get behind that." He stared at Macaque searchingly for a moment before stating, "You really wanted this, didn't you?"

Macaque sighed heavily, "Yeah, I guess I did. I just... I know this is something I can still do, and that it could be good. That we could both get something out of, even if it's not the same thing... But we'll figure it out. We always do. Besides, what's the rush? We've got time, right?"

Enamoured, Wukong wrapped his arms around him, "All the time in the world."

----

It was several hours later, as he was doing the dishes, that a much less important detail from today came to mind and he paused and looked over at Macaque, "Er, by the way, about what Chóu-"

"No, I don't want kids."

"Oh, thank god." Despite being almost a hundred percent sure that would be his answer, he couldn't deny the relief he felt. He shook his head, "Can you honestly believe she thought we'd make good parents?"

Macaque grimaced, "I don't like to think of the ways we would mess up a kid. Also, imagine if they had powers like we have? I think we have an obligation to the world to never find a way to reproduce."

He whole heartedly agreed.

--Chapter End--

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#lmk #lmk fanfiction #my fanfiction #originally posted on ao3 #tumblr fic #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #au: shadow (lmk)#lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach #lmk mk #lmk red son #lmk mei #lmk bai he #lmk princess iron fan #lmk demon bull king #lego monkie kid

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