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[metropoliswhite]

I need to calm the fuck down with my ao3 comments they're almost as long as the chapters at this point.

[missmeinyourbones]

CLEAN ME UP 

c/w: established relationship, hurt/comfort, light mentions of blood and injury, atsumu lowkey gets his ass beat </3 but he is so sweet

Atsumu sits crisscrossed on the floor of your bathroom with a tender black eye and a busted lip—and though this should be a rare thing, you need all five fingers to count the number of times you’ve seen this film before.

The first two were ages ago, high school days when he and Osamu couldn’t stop themselves from throwing a punch or two over nothing at all. Their egos too big and brains too small, twice you'd gotten roped into their post-brawl aftercare. Another time it was a fight off the court, when a rival captain made a snide remark about his foul accent. The fourth, a drunken, immature mistake.

Tonight’s wounds are different. Because when Atsumu nonchalantly shows up black and blue at your door, he doesn’t tell you what happened. There’s no story attached to the bruises he bares, no lengthy explanations or excuses. And Atsumu is a lot of things, but speechless is never one of them. 

He looks childish, you think, the way his broad body folds itself into a tiny pretzel and hardly takes up a corner of your tiled floor. He’s oddly quiet, too. Sure, you heard his witty comments down the hallway about how you should see the other guy, but something’s still off. His eyes aren't lit with their usual flame of youth, pride. 

Only a few words are exchanged through the process of cleaning him up. Between wet washcloths and tiny sniffles, Atsumu fumes, You haven't asked enough questions yet, and it’s beginning to freak him out. He doesn't know whether or not he should be grateful or unsettled with your silence.

A frozen bag of vegetables presses against his left eyelid when you finally ask, "What the hell did you do this time?"

Atsumu smiles at the mere sound of your voice, an instant warmth against the burning ice on his body. "Why's it always my fault?"

You remove the bag from his brow to shoot him a look, that look. He knows better than to argue with that look. Arguing with that look gets him nothing but trouble and an achy back from a night on the couch. So, he diverts. 

"Nothing,” he sulks. “He started it, and—"

"—And you finished it, right?" 

Your words are meant to be sarcastic, at his dispense of how stupid he behaved, but Atsumu doesn't take them as such. Instead, at your interruption, he shoots you an earnest smile filled with satisfaction and dried blood stretched across his chapped lips.  

"See? So smart, baby." 

His hand rises to pet your chin but you lean back quick enough to dodge his caress. His eyes fall to the bag of vegetables that now sits by your lap. 

“Atsumu,” you try again, foreboding. 

He rolls his head back in a huff against the bench of the bathtub, and the ceramic feels warm against his neck compared to the still stinging chill on his eye. 

“What was I supposed to do? They were bein’ assholes.”

His whole team had gone out drinking tonight for a celebratory round or five, followed by a few days off. And as charming as Atsumu is, he does have his foes. People in the volleyball world he’s not the biggest fan of, for reasons he doesn’t seem to discuss with you. He likes to leave it at his good intuition, something you know he lacks.  

With the context clues provided, you can think of two or three people he’s implying. 

His reasoning is flawed, to say the least, but the way he says it has your heart breaking in the slightest. He avoids eye contact, as if he's embarrassed, dancing around the subject and wishing the ground to swallow him whole. 

His shyness has you trying a softer approach. 

“Everyone is an asshole,” you whisper, lightly returning pressure to his eye with the makeshift ice, “if punching assholes was reasonable, I’d do it all the time.”

Atsumu smiles a bit at that, but you catch how he winces slightly at the movement. 

“Yer so funny, baby,” he tries to trail off. “Funniest person I—”

“Miya,” comes his second warning, and by the look in your eye, he’s not brave enough to try for a third.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “but when yer a Miya, I’m playing that card on you, too. Y’know that, right?” 

You nod, and whether it's to his proposal or to encourage his words, you don't know. But it works, because Atsumu takes a deep breath and stares at the ceiling again. 

“This time was different, okay?”

His tone is eerily soft. One only you get the privilege of hearing, and not because it's out of love, but because it's out of hate. Something’s shaken him so bad, he’s almost been rendered speechless. 

“How was it different?”

“They were talking about you,” he shakily exhales. “Sayin’ stupid shit that isn’t true.”

Your heart softens as you do your best to keep a strong facade, but maybe Atsumu does have good intuition, as his hand squeezes yours through the quick moment of silence. 

“If it’s not true, then it shouldn't have mattered, right?” you try.

“No,” he’s quick to work himself up again, eyes finding yours. “Like hell was I gonna let ‘em keep talking about you like that, ‘specially when I’m right fuckin’ there.” 

Your fingers lightly skim his jaw, nowhere sensitive but he jumps all the same. You apply pressure to tilt his head, forcing him to find your gaze. He does.

“Do you want to tell me what they said?”

Atsumu gaze softens, and after a moment of thinking, he shakes his head. 

“No,” he decides, “I don’t.” 

His eyes fall to your lips and back up to your eyes. “Do you want to know?”

You smile at his sincerity. Atsumu, who you know to be just as sweet as he is boisterous, would tell you if you asked. He’d do anything you ask. But, you decide against it. 

“No. No, I don’t.” 

Atsumu exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he lets his head nuzzle against your palm. Contrary to the ice, it's warm and soft on his skin. He thinks it could heal wounds faster than any bag of broccoli ever could. 

“I trust you,” he hears you coo into his hairline, kisses now dancing along his forehead and jaw, “even if you do have the emotional intelligence of a middle school boy, sometimes.”

Astumu hmphs at your words, simultaneously agreeing and brushing you off. He doesn't care enough to bicker, right now. He doesn’t need to tell you about how the man from the bar was talking about you. About how easy you’d be to persuade into bed. About how you're just with Atsumu for his flashy perks and award winning smile. 

He doesn't need to because he knows they're wrong. Because they don't see these moments, when Atsumu sits on the ledge of your empty bathtub. With popped blood vessels and tender welts, those men don't melt beneath your careful fingertips or soothing pecks. 

He doesn't have to say anything, because you trust him. You trust Atsumu, and it's the one thing in this world he knows to be true. 

He lifts his head up from your hold to find your lips. 

“I jus’ love you,” he insists, lightly pressing himself to you with such caution, “so much.” 

And if there’s one thing in this world you know to be true, it's that Miya Atsumu loves you.   

[queen-of-deans-booty]

His Anchor

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: MoC!Dean, fluff at the end

Request by @jessicalynnann: how about mark of Cain dean and he is an ass to everyone but the reader. He is all fluffy and lovely dovey with the reader and one night he has had enough of her cuteness and just kisses her… maybe she tells him about a book she is reading… 

Summary: Dean is affected by the Mark in ways you and Sam don't realize, and he's trying not to let it affect others around him. However, there is only one person who can lift his spirits even when he's shrouded in darkness.

Square Filled: the first blade (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Dean sits alone at the library table with just a dim lamp to light the room and a glass of alcohol next to him. He hasn’t been doing good as of late because of the fucking Mark on his arm. It’s a constant reminder of how much he’s got to lose, and it’s taken over his life. He wants the damn thing removed but he’d be putting people in danger if he does. This Mark has already claimed so much of his life that he’s trying to hold onto whatever he has left, refusing to give into it more.

He traces the edge of the Mark with his index finger and goosebumps crawl up his arm immediately. There’s something raw in the danger that befalls the Mark including the First Blade. He’s used it plenty of times to kill those who deserve it even though it itches for more. The First Blade will never be satisfied with how many kills Dean gives it because there is a purity in how many victims it can claim.

Including himself. In the end, he’ll fall victim to his own blade. Would he die? Would the Mark allow him the sweet relief of death?

“Hey, you alright? Why is it so dark in here?”

Dean is pulled from his thoughts and looks up at his brother who has entered the room.

“What do you want?” Dean asks and turns the brightness up on the lamp.

“I might have found a lead on Metatron. He’s the only one that’s gonna have information on the Mark.”

Dean is so sick and tired of hearing how his brother found a lead only for that lead to turn up dead. He’s been led on by hope far too many times only for it to bite him in the ass later.

“Sammy, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop looking for the cure. It’s pointless if it means a lot of people are gonna be hurt in the process.”

“I know but this time is different. Listen to this. Rowena is a really old witch. She comes from the same kind of magic as the Mark, so I figure if we can get to Metatron, then--”

Dean slams his glass onto the table, shattering it to pieces. His hand bleeds but he doesn’t care about that. Sam jumps at the sudden noise and stares at his brother with uncertainty in his eyes.

“Don’t make me smack you.”

Sam’s shoulders sag in defeat.

“Fine. Whatever.”

The younger brother leaves to investigate this on his own. If Dean isn’t gonna help him then he’ll do everything himself. Dean knows he will never give up because that’s not what they do. If it were Sam who took this Mark on, then Dean would be the same way. Dean shakes his head and grabs another glass from the small cart by the table and pours himself another drink. He has bigger things to worry about than the Mark like Rowena, Cain, the Book of the Damned, and just about every fucking thing in his life.

You walk into the library with a book in your hand and Dean’s mood becomes ten times better. Everything in his life is fucked up but you. You’re the light in all this darkness and he’s so scared you’ll end up hurt because of him. You look up and smile when you see Dean but the smile is lost when you see the pieces of glass on the table.

“Hey, where’s Sam?” you ask.

“Doing nerdy things,” Dean shrugs.

“Okay, can I talk to you about this book I just finished? Like I need to tell someone.”

“Sure,” he chuckles and welcomes the distraction.

“Okay,” you rush to the table and sit next to him, “so the main character, Alana, works at this big company that everyone knows about and she feels trapped doing the same shit every single day. She wants to be doing more with her life but doesn’t know where to start or what she should be doing. That is, until the CEO of the company, Marcel started doing some shady shit. She tries to find out what he’s been up to, and it turns out that he’s making this serum that will make him rule the universe or some shit like that. She’s like hell no so she tries to foil his plans but ends up as his test subject! She tries to escape him but he ended up giving her the serum since he needed a human subject. This whole big fight happens between them but I was not expecting that turn of events!”

Dean isn’t paying attention to a goddamn word you’re saying. You’re so passionate and happy about this book you’re reading that he’s focused on your smile, the way your eyes light up, and how you can’t sit still. You give him joy like no other. How did he ever cope before he met you?

“Are you even listening to me? Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask.

Dean can’t help but grab your chair and pull you closer to him. He slides his big hands into your hair and plants his lips on your impulsively. You haven’t felt his lips in over a year since he kissed you when he was ass-backward drunk. You thought he never brought it up because he was drunk, but he didn’t want the one good thing in his life to go away if he confessed how he felt about you.

He pulls away from you and watches as your mouth opens and closes like you don’t know what to do. Your cheeks heat up in nervousness because you were not expecting that at all.

“Oh, okay,” you stutter.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I’m glad I found you and not Sam.”

“So, how did Alana escape Marcel?”

Just like that, you’re back to passionately talking about your book. You’re the only thing anchoring him down and keeping him sane, and he needs a bit of that right now.

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Take A Breather

Miguel O'Hara x Camgirl Reader

Summary: getting a notification from his favorite adult live streamer let's him get the relaxation he needs.

Warning: office masturbation, kinda short

Miguel/3rd person pov

Miguel's mind was becoming hazey as he stared at mission report on his computer, he let out a frustrated sigh and slammed his fist against his desk hissing out at the sting of pain.

He was stressed and overworked his hasn't had a break in hours? Days? He can't really remember his been couped up in hq only taking forced breaks by his team.

I let out a groan as I rubbed my face I was pent up and didn't really have much time to myself I looked down at the ground closing my eyes trying to regain my thoughts as I took in deep breaths.

My breath hitched as a notification rang through my ears my eyes snapped to my computer screen and I slightly bit my lip my eyes sharpening as I saw it was her.

'NaughtyBunny has gone live come join her: come check out me and my new toy ;)' I swiftly moved to click on the link but I hesitated and looked around briefly and sighed once more.

A quick look won't hurt anyone I spoke internally to myself and nodded before clicking on my link I grinned as she appeared on the screen her famous bunny ears settled in her head, her make up was natural and brought out her distinctive features.

She was wearing black lacy lingerie with a silver chocker tightly around her neck I groaned out and moved one of my hands to rub my bulge through my suit I just want to tug her towards me by her chocker and make her beg for me to please her.

"I got a surprise for everyone" you sang so innocently I wonder if people are surprised what you do for work, you bent down showing off your ass to the camera as you picked up a red box.

I raised my eyebrows intrigued and watched carefully as you removed the lid grabbing the item inside and showing it to the camera my breathe quickened in anticipation.

It was a pink dildo that was almost the same size as my cock it was somewhat normal except for the little bumps that run along the side "I saw it and thought it would be a nice addition to the collection we have" you giggle turning your head to your back wall filled with 'toys'.

A few donations of 5 to 15 dollars popped up on screen of people telling you different things calling you theirs and different names I would be wrong if I said I wasn't jealous that other people got to see you like this.

You laughed at your comments replying to a few of them as you grabbed your bottle of lube drizzling it down the dildo and using both of your hands to rub it in.

I groaned out and finally released myself from my suit grabbing my cock touching it in sync with your movements "it's so big" you murmured nervously and traced one of your finger tips along the bumps.

"I don't think it will fit" you bit your lip harshly "I'll fucking make it fit" I panted to myself my eyes glued to the screen I grazed my fingers over the head of my leaking cock making a shiver run up my spine.

I watched intently as you raise yourself up and slowly sinking onto the dildo your moans and whines only fueling my desire "fuck it's huge" you cried only fitting a quarter of it inside you.

You leaned forward onto your arms and slowly raised yourself up and down on it slowly taking more each time you go down, I could see your lips quiver as you moaned and the tensing of your muscles as you moved.

I let out grunts of my own slightly tightening the hold I have of my cock imagining it was you instead "fuck fuck fuck" I growled quickly my pace as you did too.

I watched as your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you finally fit the whole thing inside you "I think I can feel my insides being rearranged" you laughed breathless and fanned your red face.

"Oh trust me mi amor I could do much worse" I growled, you slowly began to move again this time you quickened your pace as you go your moans getting louder with each bounce "shit i-i think I'm gonna cum" you squealed.

I felt myself to start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" I groaned my jerking movements fultering as I felt myself close to cumming "fuck" we both moaned in sync as we cam, my cum shooting onto my stomach.

"Well guys-" you panted hazely "I hope you- enjoyed my new toy" you smiled lazily your eyes still filled with the daze of climaxing you leaned towards the camera and knocked the live stream off, I sighed happily and quickly turned to my phone calling someone.

"Yn I need you at hq state, I have a- mission for you"

[songmingisthighs]

Genesis

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ch. xxiii - you tell me

fashion mogul!mingi × reader

buy me coffee ?

things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.

You didn't realize that Mingi would be so quick to arrive. You were in the middle of retching your dinner out into the toilet bowl when you heard stern knocks on the front door. So you rushed to flush the contents, gargle to remove the stench of puke, and rush to open the door, not realizing that you looked dishevelled.

"Hey!" You grinned at Mingi who was standing in front of you, "You're rather prompt, come in!" You stepped aside to let Mingi in, not noticing one arched eyebrow and careful steps into your treshhold. "You took your time opening the door," the comment made your eyes widen and you almost slip when you closed your front door, "Someone here?" He began looking around your apartment, trying to see if anyone else were there. But telling the truth, you simply shrugged, "No, I'm all alone here but my friend just left not too long ago after dropping me."

There it was.

Mingi could feel his eye twitch in annoyance at your attempt to subtly cover the truth. It's not even a good attempt, you were just using synonyms that can get you off from the truth on a technicality. He hates that. No amount of technicality should get someone off the truth and boy, considering the secret, Mingi deserves the truth.

The gears in Mingi's head was turning, he hadn't exactly decide how he wanted to play this. Honestly, he didn't expect to be annoyed from the get go. It was just that dishonest people, people who have a reason to hide the truth for their own benefit, chafed his ass. And he knew from experience that he can't just barge in guns-a-blazing and demand the person to come clean with their plan. That person would bluff their asses off and that's something mingi was not gonna let happen. With that in mind, Mingi decided to give you a chance and let you come clean.

With confidence, Mingi made his move to your dining table, "I was bored at the office so I ended up watching Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Damn, Snape's... BETRAYAL was just... Crazy stuff," he huffed, eyes darting to your face to see if the word 'betrayal' sparked anything out of you. But so far, nothing. "Oh yeah, I watched that with my friend recently, and all I could think about was how hard it must've been for snape to keep that big of a secret," you wanted to punch yourself for mentioning secret keeping. You were already starting to lose bladder control, why not lose control over your mouth too, right? But nevertheless, you willed yourself to not react. But Mingi took notice of the word you used and he was confident that you WERE keeping a secret from him. He wasn't one to be too into psychology, but he was proud that he remembered about Freudian Slip. "Uhuh... Secret keeping is just... Tough," he said as he crossed his arms and sat down on a chair. Once Mingi made himself comfortable, you noticed the bag of baby stuff Yunho surprised you with earlier during dinner. As smooth as you could, you got behind Mingi and snatch the shopping bag as quickly as you could and tried your best to use your body to cover the damn thing. You thought you did a good job as you fast-walked to the bedroom to toss the item on your bag but unfortunately, Mingi saw it and he found the action very suspicious which doesn't bode well for you. Not that you noticed it.

"Speaking of friends, how was... Your thing today?" Mingi asked loudly while you were still in your room. You peeked your head out and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, "My thing?" "Yeah, the thing you said. You went out to eat with a... Friend?" It was rather obvious that Mingi was trying to insinuate something, get you to feel uncomfortable for lying to him about your boyfriend. But of course, you didn't lie about that so the insinuation just went over your head. "Oh, that was great! And I went with my friends, plural," you answered as you walked out of your room and sat yourself on the chair across from Mingi who was nodding along. "Speaking of friends, don't you have a friend who's tall? I think I saw him on your social media or something," he knows who he was talking about, he just wanted to see you react. You pursed your lips as you think, "Well... Jongho is quite tall I guess? But Yunho is the tallest one amongst the three." You were still not affected it seems. This time, Mingi pursed his lips as if mimicking you, thinking of what he can say to get a reaction out of your lying ass. "And... How close are you with Yunho? What kind of a friend is he exactly?" Your eyebrows furrowed at the tone Mingi used, "Regular... I guess?" "Yeah, but how close are you with him?"

Now you sensed something weird. "Why are you asking about him?" To the rationally minded, your defensiveness were justified as you truly didn't think there is any reason for you to be put under the spotlight like what Mingi's doing to you. "I don't know, why are you avoiding answering my question about your 'friend', huh?" And Mingi just had to use the air quotation gesture at the word 'friend'. You couldn't help but scoff at the absolute ridiculousness, "What are you trying to imply here? Did you just come here to interorigate me about my friends? Because if you are, I think I'm kind of busy all of a sudden," you move to stand up but Mingi beat you to it, towering over you even from across the table, "Busy, huh? Busy with trying to cover up your secret?" When your eyes widened in surprise, Mingi felt like he had checked mate your ass so hard. Cockily, he even leaned down close to you and spoke with a low voice, "Yeah, that's right, I know about your little secret. Well, it's little now but we're just gonna have to see how big it gets in 9 months, right?" And there it was. Your knees buckled and your instinct told you to move back from Mingi. "Fuck," you choked out.

That was all Mingi needed to scoff and pushed his body back up straight, "I knew it," with much disappointment, Mingi shook his head, "Really (y/n), when were you going to tell me that you were pregnant?" You raised your hands up, wordlessly trying to tell him to stay calm, "Look, Mingi, it's not that I wanted to keep it a secret because I so don't. But you have to know that I havenXt figured out how to break the news to you yet." "So you were planning on telling me?" He asked to which you nodded your head frantically only to be replied with him scoffing, "When? After you gave birth to the baby's sibling? After you hand the baby off to kindergarten? When the baby graduates college??" His words were like knives stabbing you all over because it was rather true, you were considering telling him at the very last second because you don't even know what you wanted. But hearing him say it, knowing that he's the baby's father, hurts like hell because you didn't expect your fear to be so menacing when it's really happening. Tears brimming in your eyes but you still willed yourself to not break down rosy cheeks and hot ears be damned, "No Mingi, of course not. I was trying to figure out how to tell you and in the meantime-" "In the meantime what? You can two-time the baby daddy with me?"

Now you were confused. "Excuse me?" You asked, thinking you had heard wrong. "God, (y/n) had it been some guy, I would've probably looked over it and get past the issue but how can you do this to your supposed best friend? And how did he became the baby's father anyways?" You were silent. It wasn't that you were afraid or you had nothing to say, but you were trying to figure out what Mingi meant and what he knew, piecing the facts together and hopefully be able to make a conclusion because Mingi didn't make sense to you. "Wait, wha-" you tried to interject but Mingi just kept going, turning his body around with his hands on his waist, "My God, (y/n), it's not even about me right now but it's about the guy who's having this baby with you! Does he even know that you know me? That you're about to tell the public that we had sex? Were you together with him when we slept together does he know about that?" "YUNHO IS NOT THE FATHER," you blurted out loudly, effectively stopping Mingi's rant. He turned around to face you with a shocked look on his face, "What?" "Yunho is not the father, Mingi," you sighed, preparing yourself to come clean and just tell him. But Mingi mistook your pause for silence and you calming yourself down and preparing yourself for defeat.

"Oh my God, how many people have you slept with these past two months?" That got you to snap your head and made your brain short-circuit. "Excuse me, what?" You asked. "Shit, (y/n) the guy who has been helping you around with your secret pregnancy is not even the dad? That is so cruel even for you! You must know that for a guy to accompany you to the doctor's, it MUST mean that he's dedicated, right? Right? How could you do that to him? No, how could you do that to the baby? You've been slutting around everywhere, sleeping with people that you got pregnant and you had the chance to play daddy roulette and just CLAIM that you're pregnant with your friend's baby. I honestly pity the baby and not even for the situation you're putting it through but for having you for a mom! God, I should've hired that PI before I rope myself with you," he angrily run his fingers through his hair.

There were so much going on, too much information for you to process. First was him thinking that you were pregnant with Yunho's baby, then him slut shaming you, then Mingi saying that he pitied Bean for having you as a mom. But above everything, one word struck you most. "What do you mean PI?" You asked in an eerily calm voice that Mingi didn't notice yet. Without looking at you, or more like refusing to, Mingi simply shook his head and exhaled sharply, "A private investigator that I hired to look you up because you were starting to become shady and thank fuck Wooyoung suggested me to do so because I can't even imagine the crap I'll be dealing with if this got out without my knowledge because despite your uppity attitude about wanting to keep yourself safe by hesitating to help me, you were making yourself as accessible as public transportation on a national holiday."

It was obvious that Mingi didn't see it coming so when he tumbled down to the floor with aching pain to the back of his knee, he could only look up to your seething figure with surprise. "What the hell?" He exclaimed, trying to get back up but you immediately reached over to grab a spatula that was lying on the table and pointed it at him. "Get the fuck out," you hissed, voice trembling in anger. "What do you mean? I need to deal with this before it goes out!" He pushed himself up and you didn't know what came over you, but you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hauled him with the strength that you didn't even know you have. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" He exclaimed, trying to get you to let him go which you did once you opened your front door and shoved him out followed by you tossing his shoes somewhere you don't care. "I can put up with you being angry that I kept something that could jeopardize your career and my credibility as someone who will give a statement about us spending a night together. Hell, I can put up with you insinuating that I'm a slut. But what I can't put up with was you cheating your way by paying a stranger to violate my privacy when you could've sat down and communicate with me, ask me shit. I have a lot of tolerance, Mingi, but that's where I draw the line. Go fuck yourself."

You were about to slam the door shut but Mingi held the door with his hand, glowering because he still had more to say but you were trying to shut the conversation on your own accord. "I might be wrong to have hired a PI, but can you blame me when you're out here being dishonest with me, yourself, and the baby? Do you even know who the father is? Do you know if he's going to pull something on you and me if you were to go public? I have a lot riding on here," he was overwhelmed, for sure. He was huffy and puffy and his chest were rising to accommodate his breathing. But he was saying all the wrong things.

So with a final shake of your head, you dropped the truth bomb that made his anger completely melt away.

"You're the father, Mingi. I got pregnant from that one night that's why I hesitated telling you."

Seeing Mingi's eyes widened and his jaw going slack, you took the opportunity to slam the door shut and left him alone.

"Well fuck, I didn't see that one coming," he ehispered to himself, turning around and leaning on your door, slowly sliding down. That was when it dawned on him, all the things he said to you and the way he treated you.

He fucked up once again. This time, astronomically.

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[dephirium]

So. I am leaving my fic's big ass infodump here because A) having it in the comments is ugly and B) I am too busy and tired to try to make it hmtl pretty on the author notes or whatever. Plus, AO3’s character limit is ass.

Here's the fic: Tha koimithó ótan petháno.

Funnies

Akire: I trust that mister Delamer and mister Maitsu are doing well together :)

Damon: *screaming, traumatized*

Jean: *screaming, also traumatized*

Damon: Why tf are you calling me a kid I am 18

Jean:

Jean: I thought you were like 16

Jean: I am worried about you.

Damon: Hahaha.

Damon: Oh you're not joking?

Damon: HAHAHahaHAhA—

Scrapped content

In chapter 2 I forgot to add that Jean notices signs of Petechiae (Red dots on the skin/cheeks, usually present after crying) on Damon's face, which he points out in the narration and mentally ponders "maybe he is not holding on as well as we thought." I don't fucking KNOW how I did not add it because I remember writing it into the doc but I guess I accidentally deleted it???? What-fucking-ever man I am too tired to rewrite that scene. Also, this chapter would not work as well if Jean was a lot more aware about how badly Damon was holding on. Sooo, yeah. Good forethought past me question mark.

(Jean knows general medical stuff because of his job / he binge read about it after the Edward thing to avoid any other crewmates being ill / hurt. Kind of comes out of left field in this chapter sorry lol I kind of gave up mid-fic so the quality is kind of bad)

In the titanic argument I was planning for Damon to respond “The debate was so bad I regret doing it sober,” or something of the sort. To which Jean asks Holy Shit You Drink ? Ended up scrapped because Damon, even while sleep deprived, is way too secretive about his abuse personal life for his own good. Besides, the scene was getting too long.

Also, yes, he does drink (/hc). Not by own volition most of the time, but he does. Legal drinking age? What is that? The Maitsu family never heard of it. (Wolfgang would have a stroke if he knew nobody tell him)

I actually planned a bit where, when Damon bandages Jean's wound (it was planned to happen on the bed and not the floor btw), Jean explains the items™ to Damon after he points out the first aid kit being the debater's and Damon looks at the ship captain like he grew a third head. Hence, explanation.

It felt too forced and I ended up removing it. You probably can figure it out with the context I left (I HOPE), but here is the explanation just in case:

(This idea was based on a fic by the lovely Insqmniac. I don't remember the name rn, sorry ;; EDIT: Acting and Pretending!!! They deleted the work but it was very good!) Tozu left an item for all the killing game participants with deep emotional and / or medical significance in their room’s nightstands. Be it a family memento, a candy brand you liked as a kid, a perfume that isn't sold anymore, prescription pills or eye contacts: That kind of stuff. It is like an intimidation tactic or something??? Something to scare the participants with bcs of the amount of information they have about their personal lives. Or something. I don't know man, it is 4 pm I have not slept in like 30 hours I have reached a new plane of existence. It just sounds so creepy and it is definitely something Tozu would do. Maybe. I already had the canon divergence tag so might as well utilize it in a angst way while at it /shrug

Jean received Edward’s marine dog tag, Damon received a first aid kit (and he's the only person in the killing game that has first aid equipment, fun). You can probably imagine why Jean reacted like that to seeing Damon’s item and his subsequent realization. Let's just say that Maitsudad was not kind.

I had a very lovely idea very late into this fic of playing on the concept of Dragons and snakes being very similar (in mythology/religion, anyways) but I couldn't figure out a way to include it organically in this fic (considering that the themes/metaphors of the fic were already too wonk as is) so I MIGHT get another Jean & Damon fic just to get that symbolism out of my head???

Not likely. I feel horrible about my poor characterization of the dude in this fic already.

I butchered Jean's characterization so bad I made salami with it,,,

In the Damon panic attack from Jean’s POV, I had to scrap a small line where Jean notes that some of the nonsense Damon is spewing in his panic is actually Spanish. Another hc of mine, personally Damon looks like the kind of guy to throw Hispanic slang and insult all your family lineage in one breath (and yes I am biased because I am Hispanic how could you tell. But no, he is not Hispanic, it is actually kind of complicated to explain). I will probably delve into that hc and my general mental illness about the backstory I made up for the guy (yes I am very normal about Damon shut up) in another fic I have planned.

I had to scrap so many Damon lines y'all. He is just. So easy to write. This dude is like depressed 14 year old me trying to seem edgy and pretentious istg.

Info dumping

I don't think I am doing a fic of Jean alone to actually write this down so, here, have the whole Edward situation and my delusions about it: basically, back when Jean was just becoming a ship captain by himself (he probably started as a cadet/assistant of one of his relatives, who was the ship captain themselves. Jean then took the job from them later down the line, idk) at age 18ish, there was this regular crew he had. One of the people in said crew was Edward, an asshole with self-worth issues who made it everyone else's problem.

On one departure, they get news of a big-ass storm happening, and they are very much stuck in the middle of the sea trying to just survive it(tm). Luckily it was a cargo ship so the only people they had to look for were themselves, but still.

Edward decides to be the main man on everything to prove his worth, that he means something to the crew, that his life has meaning. Everyone was kind of ignoring Edward's self destructive behavior (not their issue, they said). Jean in turn decided to try to do something about it, so new into the position and wanting the best for his crew, so he went to talk to Edward so he hopefully realizes he is being a moron and stops playing the martyr.

Edward, as you can tell by this fic, does not heed Jean’s pleas to take care of himself and decides to spitefully double down on his self-destructiveness so hard he fell ass backwards and killed himself due to sleep deprivation and starvation the fucking idiot.

(His crew, who were in their late 20s to mid 50s and had already seen some shit™, took care of the corpse themselves. They didn't want Jean, as young as he was, to see the body. He saw it anyways, if only on passing. Which is also the reason why he was more inclined to believe Eva when seeing the dummy, but details)

Jean blames himself over pushing Edward “too hard” and causing his death. (While at the same time he feels like he could have done MORE to avoid his death back then, ain't guilt fun?) That's why he fears pushing Damon too much until there's nothing he can do but twist the debater's arm into actually resting after days of watching the younger consistently get worse. And, welp, we know how that ends.

At least he tried tho. ���( •_• )ㄏ

Another thing. Was the buddy system actually chosen at random or was Damon right about it being rigged?

... Who knows! Lol

Logically speaking I think it would make more sense for it to either be rigged in the random pairings to get the most optimal-ish outcome (List of pairings in chapter 1 AAA), or like Akire actually bullshitted the random bit to try to get Damon to cooperate. But in the other hand it would be too fucking funny if it was actually made at random and Damon is just being unnecessarily hostile and antagonizing for no reason. So, I wrote it to be ambiguous! probably!! Go have your own interpretation idk!!

Other miscellaneous notes

Eva had the exact same "You are doing this to keep tabs on us" train of thought as Damon, but unlike the debater she decided to cooperate on the plan without whining about it. She and Ingrid have an amazing time playing Dos in their dorm.

Desmond is having a shit time because he wants to help Ulysses have a, at least, decent sleep schedule since they are partners. They have a similar ish arc to Damon and Jean funnily enough, except all the trauma and accidental PTSD triggering.

The Titanic bit is actually a thing that happened. A dude legit predicted the Titanic it is bonkers (I learned this thanks to 999 and thought it would be funny to add it because sleep deprived Damon likes to info dump (yes I am neurodivergent how could you tell) and Jean is the fucking Ultimate Ship Captain what better chance can you get?). Also yes ships back then were bonkers it is hilarious.

When Jean returns with food after this fic him and Damon sit down to explain to the latter all the things he missed in the class meetings so Damon is not running with fake facts again (and hopefully avoid other panic attacks about it in the future). They are forced to communicate about being partners and while they are both still very emotionally stunted because of their respective traumas they at least have a semi-honest conversation for once. Mostly because Damon is too tired and worn-down to be antagonistic.

The roommate system prooobably gets ruled out at the week two and a half(?) by a very frustrated Tozu, but by then he will need a very strong/kill or die motive to actually get a crack on the partner system itself (which is too broad a concept for him to actually rule out the game entirely).

(Realistically speaking he probably would deny the system from happening as quickly as it was brought up because he would notice it as a liability to his killing game plan, but then again. This is fic. I like my Tozu very stupid in fic)

Damon slowly starts reintegrating back into the group when he feels less like "Hi I just had 4 panic attacks in a week what is life at this point." Jean personally helps him in it.

Damon doesn't exactly remember what happened when he was triggered (bcs I hc him to forget trauma to cope, only vaguely remembering things when triggered / having intrusive thoughts). He remembers stabbing Jean because of a "overreaction" on his part and that's pretty much it. He feels like garbage about it but doesn't know how to apologize.

Thankfully, the wound was very minimal so nobody really noticed it after the bleeding stopped and Jean removed the bandages. It is their shared secret that nobody shall know about.

After chapter 1 Damon has a 10 minute panic attack, call himself cringe for it, and forces himself to go for the futon. You could hear him cursing out to all the gods throughout the living quarters. Like La Llorona but it is a dude swearing instead.

Jean brings Damon food. From things like granola bars to small portions of meals (to avoid any accidental refeeding syndrome), every time Jean goes out, he brings Damon something to eat. The others question it at first but Jean only gives vague explanations so they give up (they know, somewhat. But it is not their business so they don't push about it).

Damon has never had anyone offer comfort or food without a catch to it so he is very confused to the whole ordeal but too tired to actually complain (he still compulsively checks everything, afraid of poison, despite never being any).

after a bit he actually somewhat warms up to the ship captain !! Yaaay Damon getting comfort !!!! Finally !!!!!

Writing this my entire thought process of Damon's characterization was "abused stray cat that hisses / scratches you but all it wants is love and a stable living environment and once it has it and gets used to it, it is actually very cuddly." That's just him in a nutshell. Just add some asshole pretentious vibes into the mix & you're done

I made Edward up very late (writing session 8 out of 10) into chapter 2 because I needed a reason as to why Jean would physically force Damon to sleep. When I said the man is a plot device I meant it lol

Tozu had a Live Tozu Reaction to Jean's and Damon's fight thinking that fINAlLY SOMEONE IS DYING.. And then nobody did. Oop.

AND THEN Jean gets killed and Damon suffers horribly /jkjk

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Door bell to your candy shop jingles as I skip in!

This is so exciting!! I swear!! Hope you are having a good day! 🌹

Can I pretty, pretty, pretty please with cherries on top have…

Praise kink,

Size kink,

Prey/predator

Gun play

With Manny 😈

Please feel free to do whatever you want with it! No special requests! I hope I did this right! Eeeeeep, I’m so excited!

Masterlist

War Games

Contains: Fluff, smut, consent and kink negotiation, praise kink, bratting, size kink, prey/predator, gun play, oral sex M receiving, fingering, P in V, aftercare.

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The Mayans have their annual war games and a bet with Manny has you helping him practice in a very special way.

"No offense but it's kinda cute, everyone getting together like you're at camp to play games."

Bishop chuckled, "no offence taken Querida." You smiled and leaned into Manny's side, his arm coming up to hold you to him. 

"When is it and who's coming?" They looked at each other, cautious of how you were going to react, "oh no, is that turtle turd coming? I hate his stupid fucking face." You could tell they were trying not to laugh. 

Angel spoke first, doing his best to keep his composure, "in a week and yes, that turtle turd is coming, sorry." You felt Manny stiffen, he hated the man with a burning passion, everyone did, but Manny's was a special kind of hatred. 

"Nothing like finding the man you looked up to is a monster, good big brother my ass." 

"Well, Mi Tesoro, he won't come near you, not after the last time you two butted heads." They all smiled at the memory of you punching Canche in the face. 

"Thank God, now, let's talk strategy." Manny smiled, shaking his head with affection. 

"My lady, always the practical one." 

You were enjoying the dinner manny cooked when the conversation turned back to the war games "how does it work? I get the target practice and the hand to hand stuff but most war games, at least the one that the military put on have planned hunts and tactical games."

"We will be having that too, since it's here this year, will be doing it at the old chem factory and scrap yard." The old chem factory was bought by the MC a few years ago, now they use it for storage and a hideout since the factory ran twenty fours hours a day and they had a few small houses at the back for the foremen who would have to stay overnight.

"Wow, it is like camp. Are you going to swap ghost stories in your bunk beds at night?"

Manny gave you a look, "we actually might, half of those guys are little kids."

You giggled, "it's cute. It's sad that you won't be able to hide anywhere because of your long limbs."

He raised his eyebrows, "who said anything about hiding?"

The game was on now, "you think being built like Gumby will get you anywhere if you're chasing someone? There's nothing scary about being hunted by those blow up wiggling dolls at a used car lot."

"You take that back, you little brat. You think you could do better?" You knew you couldn't but he loved to prove he was bigger and stronger, it made up for the fact that he thought you were smarter.

"Maybe." He grinned, reaching across the table to take your hand in his.

"You wanna bet?" You smiled, squeezing his hand and leaning closer.

"You're on Emmanuel. Are we doing this at the yard or the old factory?" You could see the wheels turning in his head, then a look came over his face, one of heat and hunger.

"At the old factory, that way when I catch you, I can drag you all the way across the yard and fuck you in bed."

You blinked, "who says you're going to catch me? What are you going to do, flop your arms at me?" He clenched his jaw, your words getting to him.

"We have these guns that look like the real thing but they make a smaller bang and they fire these little powder balls that don't hurt when they hit you. If you're so sure that I won't catch you, why don't we make this as close to the real thing as we can?"

"You're going to trust me with a weapon, do you want to lose?" You smirked, "who says you're getting one, if you're so sure I need practice, you should make if easy for me."

"Done, I can beat you on my brain alone."

He stood up, and walked to your side of the table, taking his hand in yours and standing you up, "seal it with a kiss?" You smiled and leaned in, pressing your lips to his, "I'm going to kick your butt so hard."

He chuckled, "sure Mi Tesoro, you won't be thinking that when you're screaming my name."

****

You pulled up outside the warehouse, Manny's bike stopping next to your car. He was already grinning as he went to your trunk and pulled out the toy gun. "Let's go over terms." 

You smiled, running a hand up his chest while he rested the gun against the car, "I run, you try and grab me. Your goal is to catch me and take me to the house out back and mine is to get back here before you find me. If I win, you admit that I was right and if you win we get to have fun kinky sex together. All in all I win no matter what." 

He smiled, his hand coming to stroke your face, "I'm going to give you a five minute head start. You better run little girl." He kissed you one last time, his lips lingering on yours and if you were a betting woman, you'd think he was trying to make you weak in the knees. 

You ran around the back of the building, testing the door and finding it open before going inside and looking for the next place to go. You were stuck between a staircase and a hallway, choosing the staircase because you imagined that the second floor would be more empty and less used. 

You were right but that went against you, there was nowhere to hide and the staircase was the only way up and down. You heard the door open, your five minutes must have been up. You realised that you had to find some way to lure him away from the stairs so you could get yourself back down them without him grabbing you. 

You went to the other side, setting up an old tin can to fall over if he walked up it and waited. It took him a lot less time for him to get to the second floor than you thought it would and you were hit with the fact that living in a desert meant that there was dust everyone and your footprints must have left a path right to where you were. 

Thankfully, he felt for the tin can and you managed to rush past him, ducking the barrel of the gun as he raised it. He was hot on your heels as you flew down the stairs, cursing his long limbs as you barely escaped his grasp. You looked around the bottom floor, spying a door close by and went to open it, it was locked from the outside. Manny must have taken the time to lock all the doors so you couldn't run out and there was no way you were going to find the one he left open for himself before he got to you. 

"Come on little girl, just give up." You spun around, he was very close. 

"No way in hell noodle man." He smile, taking one tiny step towards you. 

"Are you sure that's how you want to play it?" 

You looked around, spying an old bit of cardboard before picking it up and lobbing it at him, Manny batting it away with the gun. You knew he had brought you into a trap, the open door was behind him. You raised your hands with a smile, "come and get me." He lunged and you dodged but he grabbed you, pressing the gun to your back. 

"Walk now, be my good girl and do what I ask." You had no plans to do that then you remembered something. 

It was late, you were resting your head on Manny's chest after a late night roll in the sheets. You ran your hand up his ribs and he flinched, "oh my God, are you ticklish?" 

"Fuck no, now behave and don't do it again." You disobeyed right away, digging your fingers into his side and he laughed like a madman. 

"Holy shit, you are." 

You took advantage, pinching his side and knocking the gun out of his arms as he bent over. You pointed it at him with a smile, "what are you going to do now long man?" His gaze became dark and his arms shot out in a flash, knocking the gun from your hands as he pulled you closer, spun you around and pressed your back to his chest. 

"I've got you now little girl." You tried to struggle but he was just too big and too strong. 

"It seems you do, I concede, you win." He smiled and licked a strip up your neck, a shudder running across your body. 

"Good girl, now you're going to walk to the foreman's house and not run again or you're going to regret it, a lot." 

You nodded, "we can hold hands, I lost, I'm going to be gracious about it." He smiled softly and leaned down to kiss you as he linked his hand in yours, the kiss all soft and warm. You walked to the house with incident, Manny opening the door. 

"Wow, this place is liveable." 

He smiled, stopping to stand in the middle of the room before taking your face in his hands, "I came by at lunch to make sure it was nice and clean. How are you feeling after that?" Manny wasn't an idiot, he knew well that adrenalin didn't always know who was safe and who was actually a threat. 

"I'm great, how are you feeling?" His hands moved to your shoulders to apply steady downward pressure. 

"I'm feeling like you should suck my dick." You resisted the force, looking up at him through defiant eyes. 

"Make me." 

He hooked his leg around your knee, supporting you as he brought you to the ground, "what happened y/n? You were being so good for me." 

You bit your lip, "you didn't say please." He blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering. 

"No, you're right there I did not." You could see him thinking, "be good please and suck my cock." 

You turned your head and kissed his forearm, "thank you, you're so polite." His chest was getting puffier and puffier. 

"Get to it or after you get me off I'm driving us home." You went to remove his jeans, only enough to get his cock out but Manny stopped your and pulled his pants down a little further, "you know what to do if you want me to stop?" 

You placed your hands on his bare ass and pinched his cheek, "yep." His cock was already hard and at attention. You removed one hand from his butt and wrapped it around him, Manny swallowing hard. You did your best to hold back your grin as you licked the tip, it was tiny and he must have only just felt it, because he looked down at you with raised eyebrows. 

"Have I ever made hollow threats?" 

You shook your head and gave him a real lick, Manny's hand finding the side f your neck as he held you gently. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked, the suction causing him to grunt. You dropped your hand and licked it before returning it to his cock and jacking it up and down while your mouth focused on the head. 

When his breath began the heave, you moved your hand to his balls and took him down as far as you could. His hand moved in a flash to your shoulder as he squeezed, "there you go, my good girl, sucking my dick like you were made to." 

Before too long, he was pulling you off him and yanking you up and pulling up his boxers before stepping out of his jeans, "lay on the bed." You took a deep breath, considering your next move but Manny had other ideas, "you're always so good for me and I love you so much, if you behave, you know how good I can make you feel." 

You couldn't resist walking to the bed with Manny holding your hand. He stopped you just before you laid down and began to remove your clothes, staring at your top and kissing every inch of your skin he could. When you were naked, he stepped back and regarded you, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

You smiled and kissed him, Manny's thumb brushing your cheek. "Get comfortable Mi Tesoro." You did as he asked, settling into the bed with your head on the pillows, "good girl, I told you I'd look after you if you just behaved now what do you want, my mouth or my fingers?" 

That was like being asked to choose between a chocolate cake and a chocolate brownie. "Your fingers." He smiled and hopped up, "I better make sure they're not gross first." he rushed off to the little bathroom, coming back a few minutes later. 

"You're very sweet Emmanuel." 

He climbed back on top of you and hovered, "we've talked about this, there's no need to thank me for the bare minimum." He pressed his lips to yours, keeping you desperate by pulling his lips just out of reach every few seconds. He went to your neck next, kissing down your body before reaching your breasts and licking both nipples one after the other. 

He kissed across your stomach then over your hips and down your legs, retracing his path back to your lips and catching you in an intense embrace. His fingers brushed your skin, mapping out your flesh until he reached your core. 

"My good girl, you're so wet for me." You kissed him again, Manny's fingers running through your slit. 

"I'm always like this with you." Manny chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose. 

"You know how to give a man an ego." He brought wetness from your entrance to your clit to slick the way for his thumb as he slid two of his long thick fingers inside you, his mouth swallowing your moan and he stroked your G-spot. He knew what he was going, your skin feeling warm as he built you up to bliss. 

His lips found your neck, nibbling on the skin while his fingers picked up speed. It didn't take long for you to reach bliss and Manny didn't stop, clearly happy with how good you had been and uninterested in dragging it out. He sealed his lips to your as you came, swallowing each gasp and moan, "can you give me one more then I'll give you my cock?" 

You nodded, pausing to catch your breath, "can you lose the clothes, I'm a little cold and you're very warm." Manny smiled, removing his hand from you with a peck to your lips. He was naked in a flash then he pressed his hard body against yours. 

His fingers found your body again, Manny grunting as he slid them back inside you, his thumb circling your clit, "better Mi Amor?" 

"Much, thank you." His face nuzzled your neck as he worked you up again, sucking a bruise into your skin that you knew you be there in the morning. The second orgasm came on slow but hit hard and you pushed your hips into his hand as he worked your though it. 

"Good girl, would you like your reward for how good you've been for me." Your chest heaved as you formed your answer. 

"I thought this was your reward for winning?" He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.

"Every day with you is a reward Mi Amor." You smiled, Manny taking that as his go ahead before removing his fingers and using your wetness to slick up his cock. He lifted your legs over his hips and ran his cock up and down your slit before pressing his lips to yours and sliding inside you. 

"Ah, fuck, you're going to kill be y/n." You sighed as he bottomed out pressing your face into his neck as he started rocking his hips. 

"What a way to go." He chuckled, bringing his lips to yours before nipping your low lip. His hips picked up speed and he moved on if his hands to your clit while he angled his body to rub your G-spot. He started to falter, your effect on him as plain as day. 

"Fuck you're so tight, I'll be thanking the Gods every day that I get to have you." You wrapped your arms around his body and brought him as close as you could, your fingernail digging into his skin as his hips reached full force. 

His lips never left yours as you came for the third time, Manny grunting like an animal as he slammed into you. It took a handful of hard thrusts before you felt him pulse inside you then he collapsed onto you with a moan. His lips were soft when they found yours, his hips shifting till he slid out of you, then he was rolling over and taking you with him. 

"You good?" You buried yourself in his side, pressing your lips to his pec. 

"I'm wonderful, are you good?" He smiled, his cheek splitting with affection. 

"I'm great, do you want to stay here tonight or do you want to head home?" You sighed, you really didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. 

"Home please, but give me a bit the catch my breath." He kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your arm. 

"Fine with me, I'll drive and someone can drop me back here in the morning." You closed your eyes, content to listen to his heartbeat as you came down. 

"I love you Manny." 

"I love you too y/n." 

****

Manny drove you home with his hand on your leg the whole time. When you got in, he took you right to the bathroom and ran you a bath, ordering your favourite takeout while he washed the day from your skin. Once you were both clean and fed, he tucked you into bed, settling next to you with your chest pressed together.

"Did you have fun today?"

You nodded, "so much fun, I'd love to do it again."

He smiled and ran his hand up and down your back, "I'd like that too."

Fin

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Halloween prompt: Illogical husbands dealing with trick-or-treaters and/or kids trying to pull a prank on their house.

Hardy might have to kick some young people's asses.

On with the fic!

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What Hardy had not been expecting when he got home from his shift was mischief, but really, it was Halloween, the worst night to be an officer of the law. He had specifically made sure to have the night off, he was not in the mood for dealing with little shits.

But when he touched the doorknob, he realized that this would not be the case.

Pulling his hand back, he looked to see that it was coated in tooth paste. Glancing around, he found more right in front of the door, and what looked to be mustard on his doorbell. "Fuck." He said lightly before going inside.

He was just getting a wet rag ready to go to attempt to clean outside when he heard a sharp yelp and then the door opening. "Damnit, they do that here too?" He heard Bill exclaim from the front door.

Peeking out, he found his husband removing a shoe, glaring at the blue smear on the underside of it. "I think we have some pranksters in the neighborhood." Hardy commented.

Bill looked up, giving a small glare. "Has this happened before?"

"Not to my place, but it happens around town. Teenagers, always looking for an excuse to cause trouble. I suspect it's due to us not being home to hand out candy."

"Well, we're here now." Bill sighed, removing the other shoe, handing the dirty one to Hardy to clean off. "I didn't think it was a thing here, considering Halloween isn't quite as... big here as it is over in America."

"Little shits are international, Bill." Hardy replied. "Go get relaxed, we'll just deal with whatever nonsense they try to do before they realize who lives here."

"A cop?"

"DI Hardy."

"That's a bigger threat to them than a normal cop." Bill replied before heading for the bedroom.

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For a while, there wasn't much trouble, just kids coming to the door to get treats, which Hardy had ready in a bowl by the door. The kids seemed happy when he'd let them take a handful, knowing from experience with Daisy that kids like more than just one piece.

However, the peace doesn't stick around for long.

There is a loud, wet splat against a window and Bill makes a sound. "Eggs? Really?"

"That's it." Hardy got up, moving to grab something from off the kitchen counter before going right for the door.

He found three young boys, clearly teenagers, with a carton of eggs, one of them just flinging an egg right by the door, nearly hitting the detective. The boys stopped, staring at him, and one raised his hand, an egg held firm.

"Are you going to hit me with that?" He asked, keeping calm.

"Maybe?" The boy grinned, looking very ready to do so.

"Do it." Hardy tempted, hearing Bill approaching from behind. "Throw an egg at a member of law enforcement."

That only seemed to provoke them, another boy raising his hand. "Oh, I wouldn't do that, especially not to someone like me."

"Yeah?" Said the first boy. "And why's that?"

"Cause I'm DI Hardy, and I'm known for making people's lives a living hell." The detective stated, holding up what he grabbed, a knife. It was a bread knife, but with the limited light outside, it was hard to tell. "If I were you, I'd put those eggs back in the carton, and get the hell out of here, or else I'm going to be leaving a mess of you like you did my home!"

The carton was dropped and the boys ran. Hardy huffed, looking around. He saw a few of his neighbors having egg on their own homes as well. "I'm gonna give Miller a call, she's working tonight since Beth said she'd take Fred trick or treating." Hardy spoke as he closed the door, turning to Bill, who was looking at the knife.

"Did you really threaten those kids?"

"Maybe."

Bill chuckled, crossing his arms. "Will you get in trouble for it?"

"No one will believe them that I threatened them with a butter knife. Come on, weren't we watching some terrible movie?" He said, walking past his husband to go back to the living room.

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One, I think Hardy's name is more of a threat than a knife, he's well-known in the town for being an ass. And two, the toothpaste and mustard thing happened to where I lived as a kid in Germany, my poor dad is the one who touched the doorknob, haha.

[valeriele3]

I had a weird dream with Obey Me!

We were in House of Lamentation but it looked more like a classic haunted broken down mansion

There was a floor with a little church thing in it and apparently that’s where Mammon gets sent to idk I forgot what he said to me some sort of detention

There was two girls and they were like supposed to replace me but I was aware of that fact and just did what a host would do. Treat them kindly and make sure they’re comfortable

There was Christmas decorations that isn’t really Christmas decorations..It was blueish bushes with lights everywhere in the big ass living room and I went sonic mode and removed them to put them in the storage room

(Somehow it operated like a game..I was holding the bushes but when I get closer to the storage rooms door it disappears)

Oh and the brothers turned from their usual looks to kids putting back decorations

Satan was even actively removing everything and said something like “Lucifer will get mad if he sees all the decorations haven’t been removed” while also going sonic mode

Beel turned into a little elf which was cute

Right after I put the decorations back the two women were gone (Well to be more specific it was one woman and one little girl who I think accompanied the woman bc she’s her sister), everyone was gone, and the mansion looked broken down. I was alone in that living room

I was exploring the place trying to get out and I can’t remember how I met up with Mammon..He just magically was there in my memories Mammon was back to his usual look and not like a kid

We found the church room I said at the very top and I asked him (multiple times bc he was too busy rambling to listen to me) which floor we were on (In my mind we were at the second last floor of the mansion but didn’t say it out loud) he said “I don’ know! Like I said this mansion is infinite!”

Then we went down some definitely not safe stairs

It was one of those spiral-ish stairs with a few broken steps in obbys

I had to parkour to get down because the gaps are so wide

Somehow while we were going down the stairs though Mammon knew but a certain fact of my grandpa and we “talked” about that (I was just making a few comments and not paying attention 100% to him)

Anyways, we got out of the mansion.

I saw the other brothers (With the exception of Luci) trying to cross a river and I sprinted towards them, climbed the fence, left Mammon a bit behind, and watched them try to cross the river (everyone is also back to their original size and looks)

Beel had no problems as he’s very tall

Levi got soaked, Asmo tried and failed so he asked Beel for help, Satan did it and kinda boasted/bragged he could do it without any help, Belphie was just waiting for his turn and asked Beel to carry him across, and I stepped into the water felt that it was too deep and asked Beel for help which he granted

Mammon didn’t catch up but I heard him say something like “Wha— Don’ leave me!” And my dream ended

[steverogers-wife]

Opposites Attract

Avengers x F!OC x F!OC

Summary: Nova has been an Avenger for almost 3 years, and yet has never seemed to let the Avengers in. She keeps to herself, her teammates being slightly scared of her at times. She dresses in all black, hair as dark as the night sky, rarely talks and never smiles. So imagine the Avengers surprise when they find out shes dating Delilah, a super sweet bubbly little coffee shop owner.

mood boards done by me, got the images off Pinterest

"It'll be nice having another girl around", the Scarlet Witch sighs to her teammates, all waiting around the common room to meet their new member.

"Hey! What's wrong with us?", Sam calls to her from his position on the couch.

"Too much testosterone in one place isn't always a good thing Wilson", Natasha says to the man, sitting at the bar next to Wanda.

"I'm just hoping she's hot, theres only so much ass in this compound", Stark mutters as he nurses his drink.

"Who're you talkin about their Stark", the redhead assassin asks, glaring down at the man.

"Cap, obviously", Tony replies in a 'duh' tone.

The man in question looks up, about to comment on what Tony said, but before he can say anything, the elevator doors open, revealing Nick Fury and a rather intimidating woman.

"Avengers, i'd like you to meet the new member, i'll let you all introduce yourselves", he says before slapping the woman's shoulder and walking out.

We all stare at the woman. She's dressed head to toe in black. Tight fitting black jeans, a long sleeved turtle neck crop top with a tattoo poking through the fabric on her ribs, a worn black leather jacket a size or two too big, and big black leather boots. Her outfits completed by a few chains around her neck and a pair of old dog tags.

*Nova's POV*

"H-hi ma'am, i'm Steve Rogers. Welcome to the team!", the Captain exclaims with enthusiasm, only to be met with a stare.

As if sensing the Captain doesn't know where to go from here, the rest of the team jumps in to introduce themselves, receiving a nod from me at each turn.

Once the intros were all said and done, they turned to the me in hopes of learning something about their new recruit, only to receive a simple nod with a mutter of "Nova Lockwood", my English accent standing out to the team.

After an awkward silence, Bucky speaks up, "So, what can you do?"

Rather than trying to explain, I decide to demonstrate by removing my jacket, and letting my wings spread free. The Avengers step back in awe and shock of the large black wings that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Damn, if only it was that easy for me", the Falcon mutters in distaste, earning a snicker from the metal armed man beside him.

"What are you?", Doctor Banner asks.

"An Angel", I replies smoothly, "now, may I see my room?"

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*3 years later*

The Avengers soon after learnt what I was capable of.

Being able to conjure items out of nowhere...

"Has anyone seen my shield?!", the Captain yells out to the group, "I swear Sam if you've hidden it again"

"No man I haven't! Not after last time I swear", Sam defends.

I walks over to the Captain, as the rest of the team are waiting in the hanger to leave for the first mission I would be going on with them. I pull my hand out to the side, a black mist appearing out of nowhere and the Captains shield appearing in its place.

"H-how the- wha-", Bucky stammers besides his friend, staring at me in confusion.

"Conjuring, another power", I mutter before walking onto the jet, leaving a stunned team behind.

My ability to teleport

"Angel?! Angel come in, have you found the kid?"

This was my fourth mission with the team, still barely having spoken to them.

"Yes", I replied, "getting her out now"

"Wait for me to get there", Natasha replies, hurrying down the halls of the HYDRA base.

"No time", I mutter into the comms before grabbing ahold of the young girl and pulling her through the shadows and onto the Quinjet where the team awaits.

"HOLY SHIT!", Tony exclaims, seeing the girl appear out nowhere, leaving a cloud of black smoke behind. But before he can utter another word, i'm back in the base to grab Romanoff.

As they start up the jet to leave, Stark turns to me. "So you can teleport huh?", I hum in reply. "What didn't feel like sharing that with the class?", the man scoffs.

And finally, the way I was able to remove the souls from a body, killing them through the painful process.

The team sat around the common room, talking casually after finishing their latest mission. It had been the ninth since Nova had joined the Avengers, however she had not joined them in on their mini celebrations.

"I don't think i've ever met such an antisocial person in my life, and thats coming from me", Bucky sighs as he takes a sip of his beer.

"I wanna know what else she can do, shes hid some pretty useful stuff already", Sam replies to his friend.

"We could ask her?", Wanda suggests, earning a laugh at Tony for the idea.

"Yeah sure, 'Hey Lockwood, we know you hate us n all but care to tell us what else you can do?'", he retorts sarcastically.

"I can remove souls from bodys", they all jump at the voice, turning around to see me leaning against the door frame behind them.

"Jesus Christ would you stop sneaking up on us- wait what the hell do you mean?", the billionaire asks.

Rather than replying, I turn around, walking back out of the room, leaving a confused audience behind.

"Did she say she can remove peoples souls?", Steve asks slightly horrified at the revelation.

"Pretty sure, yeah", Natasha replies casually.

"Anyone else find it hot how shes so terrifying?", Sam says to the group, only to receive disgusted and concerned looks back. "Just me?"

They has learnt overtime that I was not a social person at all, that I saw them as coworkers and not friends, despite their many attempts.

I left for my run at 6, weaving my way through the people up as early as me, business men and runners alike roaming the streets of New York, slowly making my way to 'Belle Fleur', a cute little coffee shop I found around a year before. I hear the bell chime as I walks through the door.

I watch on as I see my girlfriend, Delilah, laughing with a regular as she makes his order, her golden blonde hair falling down her back in waves, the top half swept behind held in place with a white lily clip that I got her for her birthday a few months prior. The sleeves of her baby blue cardigan rolled up slightly to avoid making a mess, and the white dress with little blue flowers clinging to her figure, her work apron tied neatly around her waist.

A small smile unknowingly makes its way on to my face as I walk up to the counter.

"And there you go Terry! Have a great day at work and i'll see you tomorrow morning," she says to the man.

"Thank you, Sunshine, see you!" the man yells as he makes his way out of the cafe.

"Never seen anyone so chipper in the morning", I say as she has her back to me, turning around quickly in surprise before the biggest grin makes its way across her beautiful face.

"Baby!", she squeals before running out from behind the counter and launching herself into my arms, "I missed you so much!" she giggles.

"I missed you too my darling," I reply, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent of roses, coffee and vanilla.

She loosened her grip from around my neck, lowing her down to the ground, with me standing now a few inches taller. I stare into her bright green eyes before getting lost in them, tilting her face towards me before connecting my lips with her. She sighs into my mouth kissing me back immediately.

As we part, she gasps, looking at my forehead where a small cut from the recent mission I had been on was.

"What happened?!" She says worriedly, checking me over quickly with concern clear in her eyes.

"No my love, just a little scratch, I promise i'm alright." I say, causing her eyes to look back up to mine, unshed tears filling them. "No no honey I swear i'm alright, it's just a little cut see?", I say, moving my hair out of the way in attempt to not let the tears fall.

She sniffles quietly, "Well if you're sure you're ok. Would you like a coffee? I have a new raspberry cake recipe I tried this morning," She says, obviously trying to change the topic to avoid her worry.

"That sounds wonderful my darling", I reply, tucking a lose piece of hair behind her ear. She smiles brightly up at me. As I take a seat at the table in the corner, I think back to the day we first met almost a year ago.

Wondering aimlessly around the city, I think back to the mission we had just been on. I was supposed to be watching over Steve and Bucky, however the idiots ran off while I was fighting a few agents, resulting in me loosing them, resulting in Barnes getting shot in the shoulder as they were ambushed. As i'm lost in my thoughts, I end up at a small little cafe.

'Belle Fleur?' I thought to myself. Realising how hungry I was, I decide to walk inside.

I walk up to the counter as a blonde woman fixes another drink.

"There you go Mary! Tell the kids I say hi," she says to the woman as she hands her her drink.

"Will do Delilah, oh I must get going, and you have another customer," the woman, Mary, teases as she walks away.

The blonde waitress turns to face me and I feel my face begin to warm up. She's breathtaking, her bright green eyes looking up at me, her smile that lights up the room, her gleaming blonde hair. She's wearing a floral yellow skirt which stops mid thigh, a white sweater tucked into the top of it with a yellow cardigan on to match her skirt. I snap out of daydream as she waves her hand in my face.

"Hellooo, anybody in there?", she chuckles, her voice as soft as silk.

"Hi, s-sorry", I stutter, confused as to how this woman I just met was able to get that reaction out of me.

"It's alright! What can I get you this beautiful morning?" she asks, her bright smile never wavering.

"Uh, i'll just get a black coffee, a-and a BLT, please?" I request gazing into her eyes.

"Of course, that'll be $5.68 please", she says as she turns away to get the coffee machine started, I tap my card and wait at the end of the counter, watching her work so smoothly.

"Whats um, whats your name?", I manage to ask. The angel turns to me with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow and points at her apron, the name 'Delilah' printed on it. "Sorry, didn't see that", I mutter embarrassed. To my surprise she laughs.

"It's alright, a lot of people miss it, and you seemed to be a little distracted anyway", she says with a teasing tone, making my cheeks turn an even deeper red. "How about you?"

"W-what?", I ask confused.

She giggles, setting my coffee and sandwich down on a tray in front of me before clarifying, "Your name?"

"Oh, it's Nova", I murmur with a slight smile in her direction.

"Lovely to meet you Nova", she replies, sticking her hand out. I take it giving it a gentle shake, holding on a little longer than necessary causing her to blush. However we are ripped out of the moment by the bell of the front door chiming announcing a customer.

"I hope you enjoy Nova, and maybe i'll see you again?", she asks with a hopeful tone, biting her bottom lip slightly.

"Definitely", I reply with a smile of my own before she turns away to the customer.

I sit down at a table and keep taking subtle glances at her as she works. After visiting a few more times I worked up the courage to ask her out, and to my surprise she said yes, we had been together ever since.

"Here you go honey. It's a peach and raspberry cake, let me know what you think!", Lilah says before placing a plate and a cup of coffee down before me.

She begins to ramble on about what I missed while I was away, I take my time to observe her features, wondering how the hell I go so lucky. Customers come and go as other waitresses serve them, as Delilah is the owner, she usually does some of the early shifts as she is the only one in to open up and starts baking for the day.

She goes back to work around 9am, I decide to grab some groceries before heading back to the compound.

I walk through the doors and make my way to the common room where everyone is. Steve, Bucky and Sam chatting at the breakfast bar, Natasha slapping Tonys hand away from her pancakes, Bruce and Wanda discussing their plans for the day, I try to sneak over to the fridge, but Wanda sees me walk in.

"Hey Nova! You been out already?", she enquires, the everyone else turning to see me walking through the doors.

I nod my head as I begin putting food away.

"We were gonna ask you if you wanted to join us for a run this morning but FRIDAY said you left already", Sam says from behind me.

"Went for a run myself, got a coffee then grabbed some groceries", I say, shutting the fridge and walking to my room to get ready for training.

*Avengers POV*

"Am I the only one who thinks shes been acting weird recently?", Bucky says to the rest of the team.

"I noticed she's been going out more but it's been like that for almost a year now", Bruce mutters.

"Maybe she has a boyfriend or something", Wanda suggests to the group.

"Ha! Are you kidding?! The womans terrifying", Tony says in disbelief.

"Yeah but some people are into that", Sam mutters staring at his cereal bowl.

"Guys i'm sure she would tell us if she was in a relationship", Steve addresses the group.

"Hmm, you sure about that Cap?", Natasha says smirking.

"Do you know something Romanoff?", Tony accuses the spy.

"I know everything about everyone, i'm surprised none of you have picked up on it. How she's always leaving after mission, isn't here most of the time, you guys should really pay attention more", the redhead rolls her eyes.

"Oh god, shes in a gang isn't she. I knew it", Tony sighs in mock exasperation.

"Or a cult, I feel like thats more believable", Bucky states pointing his fork at the man.

"Ok Nat seriously what do you kno- and shes gone", Sam asks, "So, who's gonna follow her with me tomorrow?"

Bucky and Steve reply instantly, "Me!" "Sam no!"

So that's how Tony, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Nat and Steve all end up following Nova the next morning.

"I bet she has a boyfriend or something", Wanda mutters as the follow her down the busy streets of New York.

"We've been following her for almost an hour now, I feel like we're running round in circles", Sam complains.

"Nova just texted me", Natasha announces to the group, making everyone stop and turn to her, waiting to see what she said, "Stop following me, and seriously, caps and sunglasses aren't disguises"

"Shit we lost her", Tony says looking around for the woman.

"We'll just confront her when she gets home, come on", the Captain ushers, "wait what does she mean caps and sunglasses aren't good disguises, I thought they worked!"

*20 minutes later*

"Can we stop for coffee or something? I'm in need of a caffeine recharge?", the billionaire complains.

"Sure, there's a cafe up there, 'Belle Fleur'", Steve says.

"Butcher the french pronunciation why don't you Cap", Natasha mutters.

As the Avengers walk through the door, they stop as they see Nova sitting in the corner, across from her is a gorgeous blonde.

"Holy shit, she has friends?", Bucky asks the group.

"Hey Delilah", Natasha calls out, the blonde turning around running up to hug the woman with a squeal of 'Natty!', as Nova sits there in shock, staring at her team.

*Nova's POV*

'What the hell are they doing here, and how does Natasha know my girl'

"Hey Lilah, how's the cafe been?", I hear the redhead ask.

"Uhh Nat, who's this?", Bucky asks.

"Oh sorry. I'm Delilah! I own this cafe", my girl says with a bright smile, "would you guys like to sit down and I can get you a coffee?"

"Actually they were just leaving, right guys?", I say from behind Delilah, glaring at the group.

"But they just got here, baby", she mutters, staring at me with sad eyes.

"Baby?!", Tony exclaims, gaining the attention of a few customers.

"Well we were actually looking to grab a coffee, can we sit anywhere?", Steve asks with a polite smile, ignoring me glaring holes into his forehead.

"Yep! I'll be over in a few to see what you guys want, the menu's are on the tables", Delilah says before running off behind the counter to clean up before our order.

"So," Bucky begins, "you're not in a cult?"

"Nat how do you know Lilah?", I ask, ignoring the brunette as we make our way over to an empty table.

"You started coming here more often so I wanted to see why, turns out it wasn't for the coffee", she says wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Is no one else wondering why she called that girl 'baby'?", Stark asks.

"Because they're dating Tony, I thought you were smart", Nat counters.

"How?! Shes- and youre so- how is that even possible", he splutters out.

"Do you guys know what you want?", Delilah asks in a soft voice, nervous to be interrupting.

"We'll just get 8 coffees, hopefully you'll join us? So we can get to know Nova's girlfriend?", Steve asks.

Her face lights up, "I'd love to! I'll just go grab those coffees for you all", she says smiling.

"She is just a little ray of sunshine, and you really aren't", Sam says glancing back at the woman as she begins making the drinks.

"Leave her alone Sam, she seems lovely Nova", Wanda says looking towards me.

"Yeah, she is", I murmur, the group collectively 'aww'ing as I smile subconsciously, quickly stopping as I turn to scowl at them all.

"Here you guys go!", Delilah says happily, placing the tray of coffees onto the table.

"Thank you darling", I reply, Tony about to say something about the pet name before Steve hits him on the back of the head.

We sit around the table for what feels like hours, Delilah getting along with everyone seamlessly. Chatting about everything from mission to her cafe, things about her family and our relationship. I received a smack from Wanda after she revealed we had been together for almost a year.

They all take turns saying their goodbyes, making her promise she'll visit the compound sometime, then all walk outside to let us say bye in private.

"Well that went well I think", she mutters wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Better than I thought", I reply, kissing her temple.

"So, can I come visit the compound sometime?", she asks with a hopeful expression.

"I'd love for you to my love", I reply with a smile, before kissing her gently.

We pull away, leaning our foreheads together. "I love you so much Delilah", I say quietly.

"I love you too Nova", she replies with that gorgeous smile of hers.

Outside of the cafe, the Avengers watch the exchange with smiles on their faces.

"I never in a million years thought Nova would be with someone who's the complete opposite of her", Sam says.

"Well you know what they say", Bucky begins,

"Opposites attract"

Hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry if it was kinda shit i'm not the best writer. Let me know if you'd like to see more of Nova and Delilah!

[the-firebird69]

He's right the announcements are annoying and I'm saying I'm pressuring to do stuff but no I'm just sitting here being annoying doesn't know what to do he told us it's his job to tell us they're using us to make a new system to make shield chips they're using us to update their bases and remove hazards and they used people who are mixed up in the head who won't change to get rid of them and it's ultimate ultimately you got used and it got rid of him and these people have become useless and there's a couple other points that make them very useless and the max are getting more and more powerful they're useless and that they try and take stand stuff record spaces records people and lose the ships which are class A some of them are very big tons of them are very big to the empire and the small ships and they're also losing stand stuff that he has and took that Max kind of assisted him to take there's a huge litany of things with these people are doing wrong and they're distracting us too and he's ordered them out and nobody's doing anything else sitting around thinking still going our way and it's going 100% the wrong way I wanted him to say it but he's tired and exhausted and he already said it and that's right and he's thanking me because he did already see it and it says if people are not listening so you're not listening to me and we're going to have a special meeting and he says no we're going to have a summit and we're going to have a summit without a special meeting nobody needs to prep for this you get your notes on what the max are doing and you show up cold so in the meeting you look like you don't know what's happening when generals and stuff do and they're getting mad saying we know what he's doing and said what are you doing here they're not reacting and you're not having them do stuff and all sudden I said this it's correct you waiting for me to get up the prisoner who's dejected subjected poor to start beating them up again it's your turn to beat them up because I'm exhausted and it's true we are having him do it and I want everybody off their ass in the in the summit that's what we're going to have out of the blue and you better be ready if you look like you don't know what you're what's going on you're in trouble and you're blowing smoke up her butt because you're lazy and we don't want you commenting at us and you're doing it again. . It's not funny but really we're going to get in the meeting we're going to find out what's going on here there's something wrong and it says it might be conscious like Africa that are in trouble and we agree but we're going to have that summit and it's going to be very soon so they're looking forward to it and they're starting to prep and I understand what you're saying we're going to crowd our lives out with all these stupid meetings we have a problem and we're still prepared and we're not addressing it and we wanted to get ready to dress up a summit like we know what we're doing and that's wrong so they're seeing that too so we have that today he says I'm too small I'm by myself I'm dejected I'm subjected I'm abused harassed and I can barely keep my temper about anything and and you and everybody wants me to beat these goons up who are growing off of some of the mistakes we're making and I'm going to list that and it's horrible

Thor

We have a few things to say but he's trying to eat and stuff and everyone's always interrupting him and he's complaining my husband is just issue the damn warrant you can see him doing it and you need your permission so it's giving them permission now it's like why don't you just say that a long time ago or request that you have permission to do it if you want to do it and you're bothering us and you're a soldier on anything ask for the authority you must you're not going to give you the authority unless you're ready to take it on

Freya

This is good and very good and it is a transition that's going on and you noted it early and then you noted a bunch of times it doesn't look like we're countering it we have to get on this it's a very big problem it's getting bigger I know we have a plan to counter it but we don't need this shield all over the place when trying to do something.

Hera

We always sit on our laurels and we say the next phase is going to help it and handle it and I'll cover this and I'll cover that we're letting go of cuz if we don't let go of it and we had half of it less of it then the next phase would take care of the other half instead we have always this quarter and it grows back it's disgusting I'm getting disgusted I want his programs to go today if you're in the way come forwards or we're going to pull you in an interview you I mean what else can I say get the f*** out of the way if you're in the goddamn way

Thor Freya

I'm going to assist it's not us but I have to tell you it is sometimes we have to get together this car thing is bothering the s*** out of people and they're telling us not to buy any and it would never get here anyways and he wants to know why and what the problem is and what the damn car has to do with Africa and I'll tell you what they don't want a cheap car out there that works with these chassis I released some chassis they put junk on them and they got in trouble and a lot of trouble with Max and it keeps going on like that if you do it they come by and start bothering people when I say it is when do people going to shut up so I don't know what to tell you he's telling us to take the chassis and jamming up their ass I don't know what to tell you our people are going to suffer they won't get around we can't get any of them out there so we're going to do it they're doing I'm going to beat them to a pulp every few seconds. I sort of like the idea so I'm going to discuss it at the summit we can't get them bicycles or e-bikes or cars or motorcycles we have to get to them if they can't get to us

Gu Oya

It's too soon to give up on the portion of plan no we can't get it going we can't get anything out there finished cars are tough to get out there and they don't want them out there and he says take them out there and drive them around us and f*** these Max up part of my French pardon my French this one time so he is and that was me and we're going out there with these and screw you we're going to use the new ones without the stupid fuse panel you can have pieces of s*** to drive around I'm going to f*** you up because you know it's us and stuff

Frank Castle Hardcastle

We're driving them around today and you're getting f***** up and the max are driving them around and they're getting f***** up we're not getting f***** up that's the idea so he's taking he says to get all the pickup trucks and put a quick forward body or Chevy whatever they are if we need to or take them out and put the bodies on them and do it on our stuff these guys can have nothing and we can use the rest for military all the chassis. All of them will be used for chassis and they like it and he's got an idea she's going to think about it too

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

[theemptyvoice]

This Sucks

This sucks.

Let’s get that name-drop out of the way right now. No coy little dance around it, or a big old wink, or a tired old actor looking for a paycheck looking directly into the audience’s soul as they say, “What are we, some sort of [REDACTED]?”

Can the people perpetually screwing up the DCU sue me for just saying Suicide Squad? Screw it. What is this, some sort of Suicide Squad? It’s a bad movie and a worse line and they should remember it, then go tongue Gunn’s butthole clean or whatever.

But that’s not really what this is about, though that can suck too. Despite popular belief (i.e. Donald Trump’s constant deflections back when we had to think about him every day and presumably still now, even now I don’t have to subject my eyes to his neon orange face), multiple things can suck and need fixing. Like the DCU and late-stage capitalism. My aching joints and climate change.

Like just about everything.

But you don’t need some anonymous stranger on the internet telling you the world sucks. You know that, or at least you should. If you don’t, why are you reading this Elon/Bezos/3rd- Culturally-Relevant-Rich-Person? I feel like this comment should be followed by a witty and biting remark about how terrible these people are, but what can I do that their constant need to flee from their mortality and the fact they don’t matter in any meaningful way hasn’t done already?

Run-on sentences, like running away from your problems (that problem just being one big one called the planet Earth).

I’m not bitter, we’re bitter. And angry, and disappointed, and all those other good dad-talk emotions. Hungry, I guess.

Segue. Not the scooter.

The world is having a bit of a… year, you might say. A few years. Riots, protests, climate chance, abortion, trans-rights, gay rights, book banning (isn’t it ironic Fahrenheit 451, THE book about banning & destroying books as a tool of fascism, is banned?), war, tensions rising, fusion energy (I mean, this one’s good), the rise of megacorporations (that’s the Amazon that’s still around), racists, antisemitism, pause for breath, re-commence panic attack, the growing junk field orbiting our planet (did you know about that one?), animals & insects going extinct… the list goes on.

Religious extremists. Sorry, just wanted to throw in that last one. Oh, and healthcare.

And here we are. I’m an asshole writing what probably is starting to sound suspiciously like a manifesto (Don’t worry, I’m not violent. I’m just a pretentious writer). You’re the asshole reading it. Or maybe you’re really nice, I don’t know.

It’s frustrating, isn’t it? Saying that’s probably a bit of an understatement, but that’s the gist. All these problems, no idea what to do, politicians sitting on their asses.

So few things seem to actually happen on a government level, so let’s start there. Politicians. Lazy, corrupt, but I’m being redundant. And unfair. They aren’t lazy.

Lazy people don’t fuck the lower class on a daily basis. Lazy people don’t pass horrible legislation to remove the free lube and condoms to make the fucking more comfortable. Lazy people don’t ship buses of refugees to a political rival’s house so they can try to fuck all the refugees at the same time to make do with time restraints.

Based on these points, you can see it’s not fair to call politicians lazy. Or stupid, for that matter. It’s actually a bit of a problem, because it makes it easy to underestimate them.

Oh, they’re incompetent. Oh, they don’t know what they’re doing.

The people who have a vested interest in money and the law-making ability to pass bills to create more money for themselves know exactly what they’re doing. When a bill gets pasted and you go, that’s dumb (and probably violates some basic principle of human rights), it’s not there because the senate, or the house, or whoever the heck is stupid. It’s because they know what they’re doing, they’re malicious and greedy enough to do it, and they genuinely do not care about you.

Let’s take abortion as an example. Show of hands, who believes Roe v. Wade was overturned on the principle of good Christian virtues or increasing individual state liberties?

Those of you who raised your hands, there’s not a kind way to say this. But there’s a less mean way, and I’ll try that. You’re not stupid for thinking that. You’re not stupid for hoping for and believing in a better version of humanity, and more specifically a better version of the people in power. But you are wrong. I wish you weren’t, in some ways.

Thought exercise: who does it affect the most?

If you said women, that is correct, but it’s not the whole story. Say, for instance, a woman in a state that has vilified (and more legally important, outlawed) abortions wants one. Well, that doesn’t really stop her, does it? She could just drive to a nearby state that allows it… and seriously, let’s not get into the Texas nonsense. Let’s keep it simple for the example.

Easy as pie, right?

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. A for effort.

There are so many reasons why that isn’t possible for a lot of people. Who are the people it isn’t possible for? Who can’t afford to take that time off work or to travel to another state?

And let me beat you off at the pass—I mean cut you off—poverty isn’t a choice. If it was, we’d all be rich.

Like, say, the rich people who made it so that ruling was overturned. The rich people who can afford to circumvent the shitshow they created without repercussion. Those who definitely do not believe in God ™, or practice God’s Virtues ™.

For them, religion is a tool. Believers are pre-primed to trust them and rally to their cause should they say the right few buzzwords and maybe say Hallelujah once or twice.

And because I don’t think religion should be free from criticism, here’s some shade to be thrown your way. Maybe don’t base your whole personality around a couple thousand-year-old book. Or if you must, temper it with the knowledge that it was translated by people with an agenda that doesn’t necessarily agree with yours. Tell you this much, the reason why there was a long stretch of time where only priests were allowed to read the bible and interpret what was God’s Word ™ isn’t because they were the only special little boys ordained by the holy light of literacy.

For those who get upset when Christianity is maligned, easy now. If your religion can’t withstand this basic scrutiny and the playground-level insults I have the capacity for, it ain’t worth much.

Life ain’t worth much these days either. Why doesn’t that bother religious folk more? Stepping partially back on the abortion train, I don’t mean your lip service paid to the Holy Church of Soothing Your Ego. I mean the people here, and now, struggling beside you to survive in a world that has only grown more hostile as of recently.

Now more than ever we need to band together. None of these issues can be solved alone, but the good news is that they can be solved.

Lotta people would have you believe they can’t be. It’s a fun little trick called learned helplessness. In less psychological terms, it’s despair. You feed people a steady diet of horrible news via doomscroll, break up the monotony with entertainment, then slowly watch as their desire to change the world for the better evaporates like your chances with that celebrity you have a parasocial relationship with.

Weaponized helplessness. For those who haven’t learned to be helpless, riot gear will work. Suppress the peaceful protests with violence and let the violent rioters right on in.

It boggles my mind sometimes why those in power aren’t more afraid of that. Just sitting there, terrified of the day the filthy masses below (their words, not mine) realize that society’s all in their heads. Maybe they are terrified of that. Maybe that’s why they crackdown so hard, work day and night to suppress and oppress and defeat. Maybe that’s why a lot of them want to flee to space (spacespacespacespacespace), even though the technology’s not up to snuff yet.

Maybe they are terrified. I hope they are, that thought makes me a little happier.

In this meaningless world, I’ll take it. A little spark of joy keeps you warm for longer than you’d think, ‘specially when it comes at the expense of those screwing you over.

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A Court of Twisted Wisdom

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Chapter XIV: Showing Cards

Orlon I've always been an early riser. It appeared Ayla had the same trait. At least she did this morning. My parents still believed she needed watched, and the training that was ground into me agreed. My instincts however let me watch from afar, letting her have her way on the field.

Dressed in a tunic and comfortable pants she fought an invisible opponent, practicing basic and advanced drills. At last I started her way. "You've been watching me for half an hour. Care to work on some hand-to-hand, pretty boy?"

"So you're willing to tolerate my company now?"

"Long enough to knock you on your ass, I suppose."

I chuckled, having read her patterns, already memorizing her weak spots. "You're forgetting who has the advantage sweetheart. I know every dip in this field. I watched your techniques."

"We'll see. I don't need to play spy to know how to defeat every opponent.."

She lunged, immediately taking an offensive position. Good. Let her wear herself down. We'll switch roles and victory is mine. It'll take minutes. Her blows were precise—predictable. It wasn't long before I noticed a change in her breathing. Her stance. It wasn't labored or sluggish. Her pace and patterns shifted as if she had focused in with tunnel vision while noticing every aspect of the fight. Utter calm with the potential to kill. What the hell had she trained in to take that stance while my blood had started to roar? This was a technique for war-trained Fae who'd lived for centuries.

Each blow she landed or took, offense or defense became more advanced by the second. She hadn't shown me a hint of her training. Twenty-six years old, she'd said at dinner last night. Roughly my age and I was being worn down while she'd been working before I came over. "Damn," I cursed when she finally claimed victory. "I dread the day we hand you a blade."

"I warned you you'd lose." She smirked,  starting a cool down routine. "First thing you need to know, prince, is that I'm no stranger to a fight. The second is that I never show all of my cards. Especially when someone's watching from the shadows."

"You were going easy on me."

She winced as she did a hamstring stretch, likely straining something there. "My father is a has extensive training as a warrior and my mother hates being weaker than her opponent, be that mentally or physically. Next time you and I can try a battle of wits, prince."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you aren't royalty, but I'll let you in on something. Titles aren't meant to mock people." She shrugged, but I didn't miss the little glint in her eye. "Your focus technique. What was it exactly?"

"Remember my hidden cards?" And with that she waltzed away.

I scrambled after her, keeping her pace. "So, have you thought any more about that premonition?"

"The what?"

"Look, we had the exact same dream. What else would it be?"

"I'm no seer, Orlon. Unless you've got a big secret, neither are you. It's a freak coincidence—"

"Bullshit."

"—and even if it did mean something, my dedication lies with my court. I'm more interested in going home and talking to my family than snooping around some creepy cave with weapons I've never seen."

"And that guy?"

"I hope he is on my side and not hung up on this like you. He can keep on enjoying life in his world. Just as I will once I figure out what happened to me."

"Ayla, come on." I frowned, taking a breath to continue as she broke off to another path. Back to her room, likely. I knew I had pushed too hard for today. I wasn't just gonna give up on this. Let my family think I like the girl, but every second I can get with her I'll work to persuade her. We had to find this guy. Soon. "Give this a shot?"

"Have fun searching."

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I've been thinking about this all week hear me out: being the shy and quiet girl and overestimating Eddie while ride him until he's begging breathless with his hands on your hips 😩🤚

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, cursing, praising, overstimulation, creampie

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“Are you sure about this?” Eddie asked when he noticed the tense look on your face, causing his own to shift to one of worry.

“Yes! I just… I’m not very, uhm… experienced” you timidly admitted, unable to meet his eyes. You technically weren’t a virgin anymore, but the only time you had sex was a few months prior with someone you were seeing at the time, so you didn’t feel particularly confident in your abilities— and it showed. Besides, being on top was a new position for you, which contributed to your already present nerves.

“Don’t worry, I got you. Take things at your pace and I will guide you” Eddie reassured you with a soft smile on his face, making you feel more relaxed. You lingered over him on his leather couch as you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. He brought his hands to your hips as he guided you on top of him, slowly sinking down on his hard erection.

“Juuust like that. Good girl” Eddie praised as you both hissed at the feeling. You experienced a fraction of pain but it gradually faded into pleasure as you adjusted to his size. You could tell he was big, stretching you out completely. After a while, you began to slowly move up and down as Eddie's hands remained on your hips, guiding you while his gaze was fixed on your naked figure. His hands moved from your hips to your back, drawing you in while his mouth wrapped around one of your tits and began sucking on your sensitive nipple, causing you to moan.

“Feels so… good” you muttered as he hummed in response. You increased your pace before he removed his mouth and threw his head back in pleasure, his hands gripping your ass firmly.

“Y/n, I’m so close” he groaned, feeling you clench around him. The whole scene turned him on so much— the scent of sweat and sex, your erotic moans, but above all, him fucking the shy and quiet girl? It drove him crazy. And god, you felt so tight around him.

“Baby, I’m… I’m coming” he murmured as his eyes drifted shut. You felt a wave of warmth inside you, his cum painting your walls. But you didn’t stop and you weren’t planning to. You were close as well, you could feel it.

“T-too much” Eddie breathed out as his grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into the skin. He threw his head back as his eyes closed and his breathing increased, trying to distract himself from the intense overstimulation he was experiencing. You increased your pace as he let out a strangled moan before you felt his cum leaking out of you, but you made no effort to slow down.

“I can’t- I can’t take it much longer” he gasped while biting his lip to endure the feeling. God, he looked so beautiful like this— eyes shut, breathing heavily as sweat started to form on his forehead.

His hand moved to your core, rubbing fast circles on your clit as his other hand still firmly grabbed your hip in an attempt to keep himself together. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you sensed your release nearing, the feeling of you clenching around him making him wince as he let out a grunt.

“Eddie… I’m- I’m coming” you gasped before your orgasm washed over you, making you see stars as you felt yourself shaking by the intense feeling. Eddie held you steady with both his arms wrapped around you to help you come down from your high. He slowly rubbed your back as he placed soft, quick kisses on your neck and collarbones before letting out a small chuckle.

“It’s always the quiet girls, huh?”

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twenty Three.

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Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two

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Edie's POV

“What are you?”

“A vampire dick tease.”

“And what do vampire dick teases get?”

“Pounded?”

His hand smacks my ass, the other winding my hair around his fist, his hips moving so rapidly, his body is but a blur of flurry. Yanking my head back, he pulls me up from my position on all fours, my back sliding against his chest, “Damn fucking right, they do.”  His fangs pierce my neck, drawing back a feed as he slows, and I watch a trickle of blood run down my sweaty body in the mirror he’s fucking me in front of.  

For this moment, though, as he seals the wound in my neck, it’s slow, his thick cock dragging my walls in a slow rhythm, glimmers skittering through me as he nudges against every last sweet spot inside of me, growling that carnivorous groan in my ear, his dark eyes watching our reflection intently. He lays kisses over my throat, one hand keeping my head pulled back, his tongue chasing the smear of blood left behind, bloodied fangs still bared, his other hand sliding down my sweat slicked body, fingertips beginning to rub at my clit.  

Each circle gains momentum, each stroke speeding up, until his hand is moving at vampire speed, but his cock still trawling me slowly. This is how he makes me come apart, sugar coated embers burning through me, my heart crashing wildly against my chest as I cum with a long, feral cry. “Mmmm, good girl.” he praises, kissing my neck, before biting me again. Yeah, I think I’m doing a good job in taking his mind off of Ursula’s as yet unknown predicament.

His growl and full body tremble are the indicators to his own burning release, just minutes after his last. God, I maintain, watching Angel cum is the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. “I can feel how tight you still are on my cock, you’ve got another one for me, don’t you?”

I pant hard, nodding, Angel licking the side of my neck as his fingers begin to move rapidly again, his hand but a blur. “Yeah, you do. Come on, mamas. Cum for me.” It strikes, bouncing from nerve ending to nerve ending, a rolling delight that warms through me right to my marrow, the slow, hard punch of his cock sending it right up my spine, making me feel drunk on it. “Woah, hey, Edie? You okay, baby?”  

I feel myself loll forward slightly, my body weak and boneless, Angel’s arm securing at my waist, my brain foggy. Did I just... “I think I passed out for a moment.”  

He chuckles softly, eyebrows rising as pride spreads across his face. “I think you did.”  

Taking a few deep breaths, I get my bearings, looking at our reflection in the mirror. “You could try not to look quite as pleased by it as you do,” I chide softly, Angel laughing a quiet little laugh through his nose.  

“I can’t help but take it as a massive compliment, as long as you’re okay.” I guess I see what he means. Fucking show off!

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

“Alright to carry on?”

My nod is all the indicator he needs, his huge cock cutting through the glaze of wetness, my walls tingling pleasantly as I watch the two loads of cum he’s shot into me beginning to drip onto the floor beneath us, pink tingled little glistening pearls glinting upon the carpet in the low light. Oh yeah, vampire cum is kinda pretty to look at. It’s pale pink because of course, their diet is solely consistent of blood. Same with their saliva, too.  

One more ascent into euphoria, and our trembling bodies finally come to rest, crawling back onto the bed to curl around one another, blissed out, my vampire lying on his side next to me, stroking my stomach while I drift in and out of sleep, but find a certain discomfort makes it hard to actually drop off.

"Feeling better now?" Angel asks, about five minutes after I've taken a little blood from his wrist.

"I am, thank you. At least I get to pass out in a semi-comfortable way," I reply, turning onto my side and kissing his chest.

"Just so you know, I do plan on waking you up to do everything all over again. I'm not going to tire of the huge thrill that is having sex with you any time soon.” I wouldn’t want him to, either. We curl around each other, Angel kissing my neck before sleep tows us into its blissful embrace.

When I wake up again at 4pm, I don't want to move out of the warm embrace I’ve awoken in, Angel’s body warmed nicely by mine. I’m glad I don't have to either, since I haven’t got to be anywhere until 7.30pm, when I meet with my girls as usual for a night out, so just lie here next to my gorgeous, big vampire and watch him sleeping. It’s still so bizarre to me, to see him like this, essentially just a dead body. Of course, he won't move or wake until sundown.  I only have an hour to wait until he wakes up, and so spend the time dozing before deciding to go and read my book in the bath until he rouses.

"Get that stupid smile off of your face, Bailey. Actually no, keep it. Suits you." I tell my reflection in the mirror while tying up my hair, the water steadily filling the tub. I'm so happy of late, I can't believe this is my life. Work is going great, my friends are all happy and content, and my love life is going so well, I'm permanently on cloud nine. While I wait for my bath to run, I head out and drink back half a bottle of kiwi juice while I'm waiting for my coffee machine to get going, and make a slice of toast to tide me over until later. We're going for something to eat before heading to an all-night bar tonight, no night clubbing for us this weekend. We need a change of scenery from Hell's Gate almost every weekend, even though we always have fun there.

"Evening, gorgeous. Is there room in there for me?" Angel asks, wandering into the bathroom naked just after me and my cup of coffee have got into the tub.

"Hmmm, I'm unsure if there's room for me, you and Martin Luther King," I joke, gesturing to the book that I put down. "It's too narrow to fit you in behind me, but if you sit at the other end there should be enough space." I then add while he steps in and sits down, pulling my legs up onto his shoulder while he rests down with his knees bent so he can fit in. We're a little wedged, mainly since he’s so damned tall, but it's not too uncomfortable.

"I'm dying for you to finish that so we can sit and discuss it. The last time I stayed here, I actually wandered out into your lounge while you were sleeping and sat and read it from cover to cover so we could talk about it once you're done," he reveals, while I smile. That's really sweet of him to do that, so we can share our thoughts over it.

"Then I shall devote some time tomorrow doing nothing more than reading it. Did you want to see me tomorrow, by the way? I'm going for breakfast with Vic in the morning, and then after tidying my back yard I was planning on reading, but I can be free by the time the sun goes down again?" I ask, while he picks up my bottle of bath wash and a razor, beginning to lather one of my legs.

"Do you mind if I do this for you?" he asks, gesturing to my leg with the razor.

“Not at all,” I smile, picking up my coffee and taking a careful sip. Before he grew a beard all those years ago, he was likely much more competent with a razor than I’ll ever be.  

"As for seeing me tomorrow,” he begins, gently sliding the razor down my leg. “Well, you might not have any choice since I haven't heard from Ursula yet, and she told me to stay right where I am until she contacts me." Ahh, of course.

"Is she okay, can you feel?" I ask, resting my cup down on the edge of the bathtub again.

"Yeah, she's absolutely fine other than being pissed off. I'd even go so far as to say that whatever she's being kept away from home for, she isn't worried about it. I'd just like to know why she's being kept away.” He looks thoughtful for a few moments, before his face turns blank again. "If I hear from her while you're out, I'll head home and let you know. Then you can just come to mine tomorrow at dusk." He then adds.

I agree to that, and we continue to enjoy our slightly cramped bath together, with him finishing shaving my legs and moving on to a more intimate area, one he has to give a thorough examining with his mouth under the water when he's done. Hmmmm, sub aqua oral sex, I've never had this before but then again, I've never been with someone who doesn't need to breathe while he's underwater either.

"Damn, you look so hot," he enthuses with an approving whistle a little later, when we're out of the bath and I'm just finishing getting ready. I have on a nice, strapless dark blue dress, sliding my feet into the jewelled strap, cork wedge shoes I found a while back during a closet clean out. They look perfect with this dress.

"Thank you. So, what are you going to do with yourself this evening while I'm gone?" I ask, picking up my large, white gold hoop earrings and putting them in.

"I'll wait for Ursula to contact me, and while I'm doing that, I noticed you so happen to have a box set of all the Alien movies, so I'm going to sit and watch those since I haven't seen them in a few decades. I'll also be making a mental list of all the things I'm going to do to you when you get home, should my creator not get in touch," he replies, kissing my head and wrapping me in his arms. "We look good together, you and I, don't we?" He then adds, looking at our reflection in my full-length mirror.

"We do, honey. We do." I confirm, enjoying his affection before gathering my stuff and giving him a big kiss goodbye on the doorstep, ready to enjoy my night with my girls. I have to say, most of me does hope Ursula gets in touch so he isn't worried over where she is or why she isn't home (and I can feel that he is, more than he's letting on) but at the same time, it would be nice to find him there waiting for me when I return later tonight. As soon as I arrive at the restaurant, my girlfriends are at the bar waiting for me, and I can see before I even arrive at their side that I'm going to be questioned mercilessly. Of course, I haven't seen either of them since Angel and I finally became carnally acquainted.

"Get your ass over here and tell us everything, girlfriend!" Sasha shouts as I approach them, holding out a drink for me that I take before giving her and Miley a kiss each.

Taking my seat, I can’t help but snort a giggle at their expectant faces. "Well, we did it, and he only needed to be silvered once because he told me after the first time he came, he didn’t feel anything murderous, and that he knew his theory about not being able to kill anyone he loves as much as he does me was right. So, I happily unchained him and then enjoyed nine hours of sex so good, I couldn't close my legs afterwards," I reveal with a smile before sipping my drink.

"Nine hours? Damn!" Miley exclaims, looking shocked. "But what he said to you, about loving you too much to kill you, awwww! So sweet!" she then adds, grabbing my arm and bouncing about enthusiastically. "But really, nine hours? Continuously?"

"Not totally continuously, but we didn't stop very much either. Sasha knows all about that, huh girl?" I say, reaching out and poking her in the chest.

"Oh yeah, Eric lets me catch my breath, maybe have a cigarette and he's back on me again. Damn, that guy can fuck!" she exclaims. "Here's to the old Mae West quote, it's not the men in your life, it's the life in your men, and for dead dudes, they've got life pouring out of 'em!" she adds before we touch glasses in toast.  

"It all sounds so fascinating, but I just couldn't, I couldn't!" Miley exclaims, holding a hand over her mouth and shaking her head rapidly.

I raise an eyebrow over my glass, thinking of what Sal mentioned to me the other night while Angel was tattooing still. ‘I’d fuck your friend right through my bed if she’d let me. Damn, she’s fine as hell.’ She should let him! I mean, yeah, he isn’t hugely friendly, and he’s a little scary, especially being a former high-ranking member of MS-13, but he isn’t unattractive. "You should, you know. Just for the experience of having the most mind-blowing sex you're ever going to have. Seriously, Angel has totally killed it for any other humans now. If we ever break up, well I can't go back to the living!"  

"Now you totally see where I'm coming from.” Sasha’s words are coupled with a very big wink before laughing. It's just the beginning of what ends up being a wonderful evening. For the duration it, I receive no messages from Angel letting me know that he's gone home, which means Ursula hasn't been in touch. I know I said I would like it if I had Angel to go home to, and it looks like I will, but now I can't help but begin to wonder where in the hell Ursula actually is at right at this moment, and why she’s being kept away from her family.

"Eric just called me, he said Angel had cancelled his appointments for the night. Is he alright?" Sasha asks as she comes back in from inside where she ducked out to answer her cell.

"Yeah, he's fine. He's just got to do something important for his creator tonight, that's all." I assure her, telling the absolute truth but not revealing anything. Ursula said he needs to stay where he is until she gets in touch, and that's exactly what he's doing. Truth is, I have nothing really to reveal, but I won't speak of his business with my friends. It isn't my place to do so. When I check my phone at 2am as I'm getting my friends into a cab, then running for the next one in line, I still find no messages, gladly finding a shirtless vampire there waiting for me on my couch when I enter my lounge fifteen minutes later.

"Still nothing?" I ask, poking out my bottom lip a little as I pause in the doorway to remove my shoes.

"Not a thing. EZ hasn't heard from her either, but he did tell me she'd told him and Charles the same thing, to stay away from the house until she gets back. He came by from where he's been with Charles, dropped Icarus and Thor off here. They're in the kitchen. Oh, no they're not," Angel replies, looking away from the movie at the end of his sentence to see his wolves have found me already, since Thor is licking my bare feet and Icarus is standing on his hind legs, massive paws on my shoulders as I rub his ears.

How perplexing, that she’s being kept away for a second night in a row. "Do you have any clues yet, or does EZ, over what it could be, what's keeping her away from home, and why the three of you can’t return?" I question, walking over to seat myself across his lap. He pulls me close and kisses me deeply before he answers my question. Instantly, I get butterflies. I always do when he kisses like that.

"Something related to the AVA, it has to be. What it is though, I don't know. I know she's tired, but she's okay, she's sending that out to me loud and clear because she can feel I'm worried. I've been trying to lose myself in these movies, but it hasn't worked. So, I'm going to lose myself in you instead." I'm more than happy for him to do so as well, especially when I see him move to kneel in front of the couch, push my dress up, yank my thong to the side and... oh, yes. There’s almost nothing that feels better against a clit than a vampire tongue.  

Angel's POV

Damn, she’s so beautiful. Yeah, I know that from my vantage point, I might be slightly biased right now, since I’m beneath her while she’s riding me into the bed, moving her hips in an almost hypnotising way that has my cock hitting her at every last angle and depth it could, but I maintain my stance. She’s so beautiful.

And I love her. I love her so fucking much, it stirs chest echos within me, just like now, her nails dragging down my chest as she leans to kiss me, helpless little cries tumbling from her mouth to mine. I long to hear her tell me the same, but I shan’t rush her. Linda left her with a lot of damage where love is concerned, and I know it’ll take time because of this, Edie of course confiding in me that she’s never really trusted anyone enough in her past where relationships are concerned to truly love them.

I feel it changing in her, though. I can feel that she loves me, it’s just that her heart and her mouth cannot quite connect the words to the sentiment yet. And that’s okay. It’s okay because she shows me, speaks it silently, tells me through her blood without even realising that she’s doing it. There’s something very beautiful about that.

"Can you breathe yet?" I ask, about two minutes after she's come crashing down on top of me, completely out of breath from the last three hours of near nonstop sex.

"I... I... no." She gasps, making me laugh as I wind my arms around her. I had expected to hear from Ursula by now, and the fact that I still haven't does stir further trepidation, even though I can feel she's okay. It'll be another hour before sunrise, but I do hope that before I fall asleep, I get word that she's returned home. At ten to six when Edie and I are finally settling, my phone begins to ring.

"I'm home, my boy. Stay where you are for now, Charles has rushed home before the dawn with EZ too, but there isn't time for you to make it now. You're further away than they were. Stay with your lady until sundown, and then come home right away so I can fill you all in together over why I've been absent for two days," she advises, while I feel my insides breathe a massive sigh of relief. She's home.

"I will, I'll be straight there at first dark. See you soon." I reply, before hanging up.

"Ursula?" Edie asks hopefully.

"Yeah, she's finally back. I'm heading back tomorrow at dusk right away to see her.” The fucking relief I feel right now.

"Of course, and I'm so pleased for you that she's home. Mainly because I can feel you've relaxed and you aren't worried any longer.” She smiles, reaching to stroke my neck, blue eyes twinkling at me.

"Yeah, true. I just want to know why she was away, but it can wait." We then entwine with each other, lying all curled up, kissing until we fall asleep.  

As soon as the large ball of fire in the sky falls to let the darkness envelop the sky, I'm up and out of bed, dressing quickly and then heading out to find Edie sitting in the back yard under all her twinkly lights reading and drinking whiskey.

"How's your day been?" I ask, as I check I have everything with me.

"Great, thank you. I'm almost finished reading this now, too. Do you still want to see me later?"

"Yeah, I'll call you as soon as Ursula is done talking to us all. See you later, love you," I tell her, bending to kiss those beautiful lips a couple of times.

"See you later, miss you already." She replies before I leave with my wolves in tow, smiling at her softness. She's such a cutie underneath the tough punisher exterior. In fact, when she's away from work you'd never really guess that that's what she does. She likes dresses and sparkly things, she says she isn't a girly girl, but she is to a degree. She doesn't gush or squeal about things, though, which me and my eardrums are glad of.  

Moving quicker than human pace, but not at maximum vampire speed, I rush through the streets along with my wolves until I'm coming to the house at the end of the final street I turn onto.

"So where have you been then, and why?" is the first question out of my mouth when the front door opens to reveal Ursula.

"Patience, Angel," she replies, hugging me on the doorstep before we head inside and straight to her sitting room, being joined by Charles and EZ soon after.

"I've already told Charles, he nagged it out of me before we went to sleep this morning,” she begins, taking a seat. “So, to explain my absence. for the past two days. I can sum it up very succinctly. I was held at the AVA headquarters, being thoroughly interrogated over my alleged involvement with the TVM.” EZ and I share looks of disbelief, staring at Ursula with slightly open mouths, then at Charles, then back at one another. We then laugh. Loudly.

The TVM, they're an underground alliance, the abbreviation standing for the True Vampire Movement. They're the ones who go against socialisation. The fact that this is so funny is because Ursula likes humans, is constantly striving to enforce the importance of socialisation with them, and also works within human relations in her career. Oh, and teaches history at college to human students. Can you see now why we're laughing?

"Shit, that's the most fucking absurd thing I think I've ever heard! No wonder you were so pissed off," I snort, as she moves to sit next to me.

"With the work that I have done within this state, I was quite insulted at first, to be accused of somehow being involved with such an extremist fraction as the TVM. They thought I was lying at first, and my god did they put the pressure on me to talk, but when they began to see how truly clueless I was over their claims and the names they were asking me if I knew of, they eventually released me without any charges of conspiracy, which they told me I'd been brought in under. Needless to say, I smell a massive rat here," she reveals, making the laughter EZ and I share cease.

"Elias?" I ask, referencing the chief of Nevada. He hates Ursula, he's never trusted her on account of the fact he can’t comprehend why such an old vampire, one who has around five hundred years on him, would continually refuse to take the chair as vampire chief of the state. It's a massively difficult and demanding job, and she just doesn't want it, or the headache that comes with it.

She nods, combing a hand through her hair. "I'd like to think that he'd know better, but I suspect so. Why he's done it though, well, I don't know. If I had been found guilty of conspiracy, then I'd have been sentenced to the final death. I honestly didn't think he hated me that much, but I do think he bears a large enough grudge to make others suspicious of me. I could lose my place within the AVA on suspicion alone. I could be fired for that, if tongues begin wagging enough, and we all know what gossip mongers can be found within the association. One of them is Dawn Cavendish, for example, who was apparently on the phone to virtually everyone she knows within the hour over my being taken in for questioning. I don't know for definite that this did come from Elias, but he's the only vampire who distrusts me. I'm determined to try and get to the bottom of this as quietly as I can, save rousing any further suspicion.”

"Dawn Cavendish,” EZ grumbles, shaking his head. “I hope that one day, I get a call asking me to take her out. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to finish that bitch.” He's always hated the woman, and I don't blame him for it either. She's a cunt, to put it bluntly. Actually, no she isn't. Cunts have a pleasurable use, and they look and feel amazing. She's something else entirely.

"Listen, the reason I told you both to stay away from the house was because I knew it would be being watched, and they'd have tried to rope you three in for questioning, should you have been around. That's why I told you to stay with Edie, Angel. No vampire could have entered her home to have taken you in, had they tried, of course, and why I advised you two to stay with Angela," she explains, referencing one of her human friends. "I think we all need to be on our guard for anything else like this happening. I have a feeling Elias is going to have me watched, and my family, too, so you both must be on your best behaviour where humans are concerned. He's going to be looking for the slightest slip up just to haul me back in again."  

"Well, you're okay there. I know if I fuck up again with my temper around humans, it's you who'll pay for my crime, and EZ has more control over himself than any other vampire I've met at our age, so don't worry about us. Just worry about getting to the bottom of this bullshit as quickly and quietly as you can. I suppose you’ll have to be quiet about it, as with the gossipy nature of certain members of the AVA if they hear you're trying to pin this interference on Elias, they'll automatically assume you've something to hide," I state, watching Ursula nodding with a smile.

"That's exactly it, my son. Other than that, we carry on as normal, but keep extra vigilant to anything out of the ordinary. If as I suspect this has come from Elias, to show me under a bad light, then I cannot imagine it'll stop at me just being questioned for two days.” Her line of thinking is correct, I should think. They’ll try and come for all of us in an attempt to smear her name.  

After our talk is done, EZ departs, telling us he'll see us all again in a couple of days since he has to travel out of state on a job (someone in Idaho will end up with a bullet to the head) and Charles departs for work, leaving just me and my creator.

"Do you have any plans for this evening, then? I should be at work, of course, but I was told not to come in until Monday evening on account of the length of time I was kept for questioning," she asks, getting up to move to her writing desk, picking up a pencil and taking a sheet of paper out of her folder.

"Yeah, Edie is coming over. I have to call her right now actually, and tell her any time from now is good for her to arrive," I say as I move over to her desk as well, standing behind her and watching as she continues the sketch she's doing of the roses in the vase in front of her. Near enough every single room in the house contains a vase or two full of flowers, yellow roses being Ursula's particular favourite. Charles has them sent here daily for her.

"Oh, good!” she begins, turning back to me with a warm smile. “I have to ask, would you mind if I stole her from you for a time when she arrives? I'd like to get to know her better, just me and her sitting down to talk if that's okay with you both?”

"I'll ask Edie, but if she doesn't have a problem with it then I don't either." I then take that moment to call her, Edie telling me she’s on her way as soon as she’s locked up. Once I'm done, I take a seat at Ursula’s side, my creator resting a hand to my forearm. She can feel my anxiety over this suspicion surrounding her before I’ve even opened my mouth to speak.

"Are you worried about this at all, this finger that you think is being pointed at you by Elias?" She seems so calm, but then again, why wouldn’t she be? She's done nothing wrong. We vampires, we can be sneaky, though. I wouldn't put it past someone like Elias to be underhanded.

"Not at all, my lovely. I have nothing to be worried about at this moment," she replies at first, turning to stroke my cheek with her hand. "I am, as ever, touched by your concern. I've done nothing wrong, though, and I have absolutely no ties with the TVM, so there truly is nothing to worry about for now. I'm just going to prepare myself for the fact that I think this is just the beginning, but you know me, I will find out who is behind this, and when I do, they're going down." I’d expect nothing less. For all her softness, the darker side of Ursula’s nature is truly formidable.

"What will you do if it is Elias?" I ask her, intrigued.

"I shall have no choice but to expose him and his plan, and then help find a suitable vampire to take the chair of the chiefdom," she shrugs simply.

"You wouldn't be tempted to take the chair for yourself still?"  

Her jaw sets a little, but she then softens. "For the four thousandth time, no. I remain resolute in my disinterest. I didn't mean that to sound harsh, but I just do not want the bother of it.” Her kind smile shows she meant there to be no anger behind her firmly stated words.  

"I'm sorry. I know we've all gone on and on about it over the years, but that's because we know you'd do such a good job. I gotta remember to be more respectful to the wishes you've made very clear."  

“Thank you.” Reaching for me, she gives me a hug, kissing my head. “I love you.”

It makes me beam, whenever she says that. “Love you too, mom.”  

I leave her to it, letting Icarus and Thor back out again so they can go and hunt down their dinner before I head into the kitchen and read today's paper while I wait for Edie to arrive. With every step she takes nearer to my home, I can feel our blood tie becoming stronger, picking up on her happiness and excitement to see me clearly as I sit grinning like an idiot, concentrating on that more than the stories in the paper in front of me. When I feel that she's just minutes away, I go and wait for her on the doorstep.

“There she is, mi amor,” I speak, watching Edie let herself through the gate. I feel an immediate wave of lust hit me as how she looks. She’s done her eye makeup dark and smoky, yet still minimal, her hair is all wavy and pinned up, loose strands framing her face and neck, a large pair of silver (that’d better be plated!) hoops, and a grey dress that hangs off her slender shoulders. Fuck. And that’s my woman. God damn. “Come kiss me, right fucking now. Look at you, could you get any sexier?”

I’m granted her lips, the feel of her body pressing into mine arousing me instantly, her fingers undoing my shirt, nails tickling at my chest. “I could, if I stripped naked. So, how about you take me upstairs, and we can let that happen, hmm?” She kisses me again, her hand trailing down to give my hardening dick a firm squeeze, suddenly pulling away with a wide eyed look. “Fuck, I’m so mannerless! How’s Ursula?”

“You’re not mannerless, mi dulce,” I begin, moving my lips to her neck, my fingers stroking gentle circles at her waist through her dress. “You can ask her yourself, eventually. She wants to talk to you, get to know you a little better, if that’s alright?”

She hums in acknowledgement, her fingers still continuing to undo my shirt, our thoughts much more consumed by the exact same desire. Her tongue circles my nipple, teeth biting it, sending a jolt through me like an electric current, my need for her escalating with rampant fury. “Yeah, that’s fine. Eventually. I need something else much more first. Fuck, Angel,” she gasps, my teeth biting into her neck, taking a greedy feed that I don’t truly need, but want. “The things you stir in me. Please, fuck me. Right now.”  

Oh, she got it. Or rather, she will. We kiss with furious want, Edie jumping up to wrap her legs around my waist as I move her to the side of the front door, a guttural growl rattling my throat when I feel that she forwent her underwear, pinning her against the bricks with the weight of my chest as I reach to stroke her, my fingers skimming through pure, slick heaven. God, I love how wet she gets for me, impatiently pulling the buttons of my fly apart, freeing my cock.  

Her cheeks flush instantly as I drop her down on it, her lips parting on a soft gasp, mine crushing against them in a blazing kiss as I grip her thighs, holding her spread, taking deep root into her, those hot, slick muscles closing in around me as I begin to fuck her against the front of the house. And it isn’t calm or modest, her nails clawing at me as she cries out repeatedly, my mouth in a relentless pursuit of marking her with sucks and bites at her neck as I pound the tight clutch of her cunt, adrenaline fuelling us both, unbothered over whether anyone walks past and happens to view it. 

It’s absolutely feral, and I just hope Ursula understands the good reason she’s being kept waiting for. Fuck, when you can’t wait, you can’t wait...

Ursula’s POV

“Good fucking grief!” Usually, I’m able to tune out Angel’s emotions, but the lust ripping through him at the moment borders on barbaric. “And right there at the front of the house, you naughty children.” I then chuckle, shaking my head as I my ears pick up on the sounds of their carnivorous sexual escapades. “You are a beast, my boy.”

I’ll see Edie at some point this evening, I suppose...

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[AU, SMUT] What Are You? | Bucky x Steve x Reader

Category: AU, Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Mafia themes, derogatory language, intercourse Ship: Steve x Bucky x Reader Summary: Steve and Bucky Are Planning Some Work With a Client, But What Happens When That Client Doesn't Respect Their Girl? Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2.6k

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Almost everyone knew - there was no doubt about that. Everyone should’ve known, at least, but those who didn’t pay enough attention… sorry for them.

Everyone who heard the sound of the heels clacking against the marble flooring would straighten themselves up as if the sound was coming from the men themselves.

Which men? Oh, which men indeed.

That’s not to say that the woman couldn’t have any kind of friendships with any of the men in the building - she does need a little bit of platonic fun here and there.

“Slow down, Aphrodite, you might chip the flooring.” A mocking voice calls from behind her. Despite it being from a familiar face, the other men still stiffen as if they were the ones doing wrong.

“You might shatter the mirrors if you look in them for any longer.” The woman retorts as she attempts to hide the grin that forms at her own comeback.

The man, however, doesn’t even try to hide his smile as he turns his strides into a jog to catch up with her.

“How do you even know how often I stare in the mirror? You spying on me?” Sam asks, the pair glancing at each other and both now smiling.

“So you admit that you stare at the mirror, and not just look at it?” The woman tactically avoids his question with her own retort.

Sam’s laugh echoes through the corridor they’re walking through. It’s quite spectacular really - some would mistake it for being a palace. A place where only the good-willed people reside. Almost a shame that it’s full of the likes of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers - the two men who own just about all the power there is in New York, let alone Manhattan.

“You know they’re not done yet, right?” The man quizzes, a content smile still on his lips as his hands rest in the front pockets of his black trousers.

The woman doesn’t respond, simply nods.

Sam catches it out the corner of his eye and simply shakes his head.

“You have a habit of interrupting their meetings.”

“And you have a habit of saying things that might get you killed one day.” (Y/N) answers, but her gentle smile admits that that’s not entirely true.

Her attire consists of a loose but very fitting crimson dress that sits mid-thigh, along with the matching red heels that are buckled around her ankles. A simple silver chain around her neck that has two small, but very expensive, black and red diamonds resting in the centre of her collarbone.

“Tell Steve that his car’s being valeted if he needs it anytime soon.” The man comments as he turns off down another corridor, different to (Y/N)’s route.

She simply nods again.

Why is it that she’s heading toward her husbands’ meeting? Because she’s interested in seeing how it will end. The man who has been persisting to speak with Steve and Bucky for the last sixteen months is desperate, to say the least. He wants investment in their three hotels that are situated across NYC, in Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan.

She was the one who decided on where those hotels would be built, so she wants to see the man, John Walker, crumble as her partners’ pretend they care, only to tell him no.

It might seem like a waste of time but in reality, it’s to see how the man deals with hearing the word no, and whether Bucky and Steve need to deal with him.

“Ma’am.” Christopher greets as (Y/N) approaches the door of the conference room that her men are in.

“Chris.” She responds, nodding her head as he opens the door for her. “How’s it going, gentlemen?” The woman adds as she casually struts into the room, grabbing everyone's attention.

There’s a moment of silence as everyone turns to look at the woman who’s interrupted their meeting. Steve and Bucky simply smile as they take a moment to admire their wife.

“Excuse me?” John is the first to speak up and everyone’s attention turns to him, including (Y/N), who doesn’t seem phased by his evident frustration.

“You’re excused.” Her response is simple but ignites a spark inside of the man.

“Do you usually let whores just stroll around and cause inconvenience in their wake, gentlemen?” He asks, but his eyes remain on (Y/N).

The woman’s eyebrows raise, and a surprised but impressed smile etches its way onto her face. She says nothing. John stares at her with a quirked brow, waiting for a response from the two men his question was directed to, so obliviously aware of the fearful stares he’s now getting from everyone else in the room.

Bucky and Steve’s heads turned very slowly, in sync, back toward their guest, their smiles now distorted into that of pure fury.

“Would you like to say that again?” Steve speaks up first, John now turning his head toward the boss in curiosity of his sudden change of voice.

That’s when the man notices all the stares on him. His eyebrows furrow as he acknowledges everyone’s expression. His eyes flick from the other men in the room to Bucky and Steve, to (Y/N), and back to the two leaders.

He gulps.

“I said: Say. It. Again.” Steve enunciates.

“Come here, doll,” Bucky speaks up also, his eyes flicking from John to (Y/N) for a brief moment, his arm opening up and inviting the woman to situate herself on his knee.

The woman obliges, striding over to her husbands and letting the brunet’s arm wrap around her as she sits.

John’s eyes haven’t left Steve’s, too mortified to even blink, but he catches the action of Bucky and (Y/N).

Steve’s eyebrow quirks, reminding his guest that he’s waiting. And Steve hates waiting.

“I didn’t mean- I didn’t know she was- gentlemen, please, look, this is all a big misunderstanding, I just-”

“Called our woman a whore and an inconvenience.” Bucky finishes his sentence, his expression just as murderous as Steve’s, despite the soothing actions of his hand stroking his wife’s waist.

“I didn’t know she was your-”

“And you think that excuses it?” Steve interrogates. “You think calling any woman a whore is acceptable? An inconvenience?”

John gulps and the sound echoes in the room. His eyes flicker away from Steve’s for a moment to the woman herself, intentionally or not, but his eyes drop to the prominent cleavage on display.

Bucky smirks at the action that most definitely didn’t go unnoticed by himself.

“Sweetheart,” Steve begins, John’s attention darting straight back to the blond’s once more. (Y/N) hums in response. “Who do you belong to?”

(Y/N) bites her lip, core throbbing at the obvious dominance and possession of the two men.

“You and James.” She whispers, Bucky’s hand gripping her waist tightly at the use of his birth name.

The sweat glistening on John’s forehead is clear as day.

Knowing what’ll get everyone in the room riled up even moreso, (Y/N) turns herself around so she’s facing Bucky, sat on his lap, legs on either side of his body. Everyone else in the room keeps their eyes firmly locked on the glass table or the white ceiling.

A pleasant hum resonates from the brunet’s throat, his hands naturally adjusting to rest on her hips.

The moment John’s eyes flicker to (Y/N) once more and then drift down her back, a gun is cocked and metal is pressed firmly against the back of the man’s head.

The woman goes to turn her head around to see what’s happened but Bucky’s lips locking with hers prevents that from happening. She whimpers against his mouth and he absolutely adores it.

“Bend over this table for me, doll.” The man murmurs. “Let’s show Mister Walker what a proper whore looks like.”

The excitement that sparkles in his wife’s eyes makes his cock throb between his legs.

“Yes, sir.”

The pet name makes both men throb.

The woman stands up and turns herself around, making sure every sway of her hips is a show to be watched. Her eyes lock with none other than their security lead, Tony Stark, who’s holding the gun up to Walker’s head, as she bends herself over the table, dress drooping at the front to display her cleavage.

Tony’s eyes don’t even flicker away from her own. The staff in this building know better than to try and indulge in what is rightfully Bucky and Steve’s. John, however, sees this as a prime opportunity to stare at what he believes he’s being offered, his trousers getting tighter.

(Y/N) sees it. She finds is humorous.

Bucky’s hands slide their way up the backs of his wife’s bare thighs, pushing up the crimson material as he reaches it.

Her eyes flutter shut and lips part in satisfaction at the feeling.

“Tell us what you want, doll.” Bucky mumbles, sitting the bottom of her dress at the base of her back, grinning at her lack of underwear.

“Touch me.”

The explicit word that escapes John’s lips are heard clear as day and he knows it, face once again panicking as he looks back at Steve, whose expression still hasn’t changed.

“Where do you want me to touch you, princess?” James continues, not paying an ounce of attention to anyone else in the room right now besides his missus.

His fingers stroke the top of her inner thighs, seeing her soaking wet core already dripping down them.

“Want you to touch my pussy.” (Y/N) breathes, eyes flitting open barely a millimetre.

James presses soft kisses on his wife’s ass before sliding his middle and ring finger lightly over her slit. The action gets a mewl out of her.

Fifteen men in this room in total, only two of them can touch this woman yet all fifteen are dreaming about it.

“Move.” Steve states, prompting John to widen his eyes once more, but this time the words aren’t directed at him.

Bucky grins and obliges, removing his hands from his girl and stands up.

(Y/N)’s eyes open fully this time as she whines in complaint at the loss of contact, but a large smack on her ass distorts her whine into a large gasp.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, sweetheart.” Steve states, manoeuvring himself so he’s stood directly behind his wife, Bucky casually pulling his own gun out of his inner blazer pocket and wiping it down with his hands.

John’s face stays facing Steve, but his eyes follow Bucky as the brunet moves behind him and out of his sight.

Tony takes the sign to back away and let his boss take over from here.

Steve has no shame as he unbuckles his belt, undoes his trousers and pulls out his rock-hard cock, stroking it with his hand a few times while his other hand returns to Bucky’s previous actions.

“You see that?” Bucky whispers in John’s ears, prompting the man to gasp and jump in his seat. He gulps again but remains silent. “I asked you a question.”

The man frantically nods, fearful for his life, and absolutely humiliated.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Steve murmurs, leaning down and moving her hair aside, kissing the back of her neck.

Before the woman can even respond, her husband thrusts himself inside of her in one go, (Y/N)’s back arching and moaning so loud that Christopher can probably hear outside the door, and Steve’s head being thrown back, his own moan equally loud.

Bucky almost loses his composure if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew not to falter when making sure a man like John Walker was wanting his woman.

“Fuck…” Walker whispers, lips parted as he stares at the woman in front of him being railed by none other than Steven Rogers.

“Keep watching because this is your death wish.” Bucky whispers, John’s eyes widening. “Does she look good?”

John nods his head almost desperately.

Her moans only get faster and louder as Steve fucks her.

“Remind him what you are, sweetheart?” The blond groans, grabbing the woman’s hair and pulling her head back so she’s more or less face-to-face with Walker alongside her other husband.

“A whore.” (Y/N) practically begs.

“Louder.” Steve demands.

“A whore!”

“I said: fucking louder!”

“A WHORE! I’m your whore, sir!” She screams, John losing it and standing up to lean forwards but a gunshot firing beside his head makes him stumble back down to his seat.

(Y/N) flinches are the known noise but settles quickly as Bucky strokes her face with the hand that’s not holding the freshly-fired weapon.

“Don’t you fucking dare move an inch toward our wife.” Bucky threatens to the man he’s leaning over.

John gulps but nods, not taking his eyes off (Y/N).

“Is she inconvenient now, Walker?” Steve asks, glaring daggers at the man. He only shakes his head, eyes only meeting Steve’s for a split second. “No?” He breathes. “Then what is she?”

The guest falls speechless, shaking his head as his eyes flicker between Steve and (Y/N).

“Hot as fuck.” He whispers, Bucky growling in his ear.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cries out, desperate eyes staring at Bucky’s, who smirks at her state.

“Think our girl wants to cum, Steve.” He comments, John panting in his seat.

“Yeah? You wanna show this scum what a good girl you are for us, baby girl?” Steve grunts, not slowing down but rather speeding up as he too reaches his peak.

The woman’s head nods in desperation, face flushed as her eyes flicker across all men in the room, including Tony’s, who simply winks at her before removing his stare.

“Say it, doll.” Bucky demands.

“I wanna cum.” (Y/N) gasps, watching her brunet lover shake his head.

“Gonna have to do better than that, doll.”

“Please,” She begs. “Please, daddy. Sir. Please, let me cum!” Her voice screams, Steve grunting in response to the feeling of her squeezing his cock, milking him for all his worth.

“Cum, baby girl.” He permits. “Cum like the whore you are.”

And how she does.

Her scream could shatter glass, Christopher would be concerned if he hadn’t already established the differences between the woman’s fearful screams and her pleasure-filled ones.

Taking full advantage of Bucky’s distraction, John leaps forward to get a taste of the woman who’s almost passing out from the pleasure, but that’s the last move he makes as a bullet is shot through his back, knocking him down onto the table.

Tony doesn’t seem phased as he shakes the smoke from his gun, settling it back into his pocket.

Making sure the woman doesn’t collapse atop the, now dead, man on the table, Bucky holds her up while Steve sorts himself out before pulling her back across the table and into his lap.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The blond whispers, smoothing the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) nods but keeps her eyes shut as she rests against her husband’s chest.

“Words, baby.” He requests.

“M’okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

Two of the security men alongside Tony head over and remove the body from the room, Bucky asking for someone to clean up the mess whilst walking over to his two lovers.

“We okay?” The brunet murmurs, Steve smirking and nodding before both paying attention to their girl who’s still half unconscious.

“Does anyone else in the room have anything to say before we carry on?” Steve asks, everyone shaking their heads frantically. “Good, now leave.” And they do.

“You okay, baby doll?” Bucky whispers, cocooning her cheek with his hand.

The woman nods and manages to open her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“That’s our girl.”

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