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minor-solemnity · 4 years ago

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Never Gonna Give (You Up) pt.2

(content warning: some smut)

You really should get up.

You should.

Riddle is unusually quiet as you lead him away from the party. His eyes are focused firmly on the ground, as though he’s worried that if he doesn’t watch his step, he’ll stumble. You watch him out the corner of your eye, taking in the slight sheen of sweat, the way his skin, save for the raw acid burns on his chest, is even paler than usual, his pinched expression. “You know, I’m surprised you’re not screaming bloody murder,” You say, trying to keep your voice light and casual and not like you’re about to start panicking over the state of his chest. “I always thought Slytherins were a bunch of posh crybabies.”

You suppose it’s good to know that Riddle is not so injured that he can’t summon up the strength to glare at you. “And I always thought that Gryffindors were meant to be chivalrous and honourable but the way you looked when Slughorn asked you escort me to hospital wing suggests otherwise.” He snaps and you feel at once both indignantly angry and… guilty. You feel guilty. And you hate it.

“Oh please, you’d be as annoyed as I was if the roles were reversed. Because of you, I won’t be able to meet Beaufort and having her as a character reference is essential if I even have a hope of becoming a curse-breaker. You know as well as I do what’s waiting for me after Hogwarts otherwise.” You say, all the sorrow and frustration you feel over your missed opportunity leaches into your voice and the grip you have on RIddle’s arm tightens without you meaning to. You’re not wrong either, wizarding society is still of the collective opinion that witches if they’re from a good family should be married off as quickly as possible, and if they’re not, are looking at jobs in retail and teaching. Particularly intelligent and insightful witches might be lucky enough to go into research and academia but generally, any witch wanting to do something a bit more exciting with their life is shit out of luck.

Riddle shoots you a surprised look like he hadn’t expected your response. To your own surprise, he doesn’t have a quippy retort ready to skewer you with and you walk the rest of the way to the entrance hall in stony silence.

You begin to move towards the staircase intent of getting him to the hospital wing as quickly as possible. Your reasons are twofold: firstly, with any luck, once he’s under the care of Madam Montague, you’ll be able to return to the party and hopefully be in time to at least make yourself known to Beaufort; secondly, Riddle, as much as he’s trying to hide it, is clearly in a great deal of pain. The slight tremor in his shoulders has turned into full-body shakes and his eyes, usually so sharp and erudite, are clouded in pain and have a far-away look to them. It’s unsettling to see him so vulnerable. You’ve spent so much of your time at Hogwarts wishing to see Riddle cut down to size but now you’re witnessing it, you find that you’re really not enjoying it.

“Come on, let’s just get to Madam Montague,” You mutter, trying to pull him along but Riddle won’t budge. In fact, he begins to stumble in the opposite direction towards the dungeons. “What are you doing? We have to go to the hospital wing! Riddle, you’re hurt—”

“I’m not going there - I have… I’ll be able to fix this if I can get to my dorm.”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, you can’t possibly fix this yourself.” You exclaim half exasperated half pleading. He fixes you with a glare that would be a lot more intimidating if, at that moment, he didn’t sway violently on his feet and you weren’t forced to steady him by looping both your arms over his shoulders. Riddle sags into you, his body pressing against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder. The way your stomach clenches at the close proximity is entirely inappropriate.

“Just go back to the party, that’s clearly where you’d rather be,” You think he might be aiming for scathing but something horribly vulnerable has crept into his words. “Beaufort’s probably still there.”

The fact that Riddle is allowing you to leave, to enjoy the rest of your night, to maybe secure a job is… You feel… Odd. Confused. Sad. Sad that he thinks that you’d leave him to stumble back to his dorm on his own. For the first time since you’ve known him, you wonder if he’s ever had someone to rely on before. If the air of self-sufficiency and aloofness is something that comes naturally to him, or if it’s something he’s had to learn.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can barely stand up by yourself; I’m not going to leave you to potentially faint on your way to your dorm.” When you disentangle yourself from him and resume your journey and he makes a small noise in the back of his throat that you will not for the sake of your sanity interpret as disappointment. “Like you said: Gryffindors: known for our chivalry and honour.” And he must be delirious because he actually laughs.

The Slytherin common room is exactly what you imagined it would be: dark, luxurious, refined, and so unlike the cosiness of the Gryffindor tower. Thankfully, Riddle’s room is empty when you’re finally inside. He pulls off his ruined dress robes, leaving him only in his trousers. You avert your eyes out of respect for his privacy and not because the sight of his lithe torso is at all appealing. He manages to get to his bed and starts rummaging around in the chest of drawers beside it, leaving you standing in the doorway, entirely unsure of what it is that you’re supposed to do next.

Jar in hand, he more or less collapses onto his bed. Wounded as he is, he still manages to look outrageously good. The low light from the candelabra casts him in a muted, golden glow, adding colour to his complexion and softening the wounds on his chest. You swallow thickly and internally berate yourself for having such thoughts because this is Riddle, and even if he weren’t your sworn enemy, he’s still injured and hurting and that should be your first priority.

You watch as he struggles to open one of the jars for a second before you make up your mind. Summoning every shred of Gryffindor bravery you possess, you walk towards him, ignoring the look of sheer surprise and alarm that settles on his face as you stop in front of him. “Here, just let me— let me help,” You murmur, your breath catching in your throat because this feels… This feels intimate and new. You’re fairly sure that whatever happens next, your relationship with Riddle has been changed irrevocably. The seconds tick past and you just watch each other. The air seems to thicken around you and the atmosphere grows charged and tense with something that you don’t have a name for.

Slowly, he nods and you gently manoeuvre him so that he’s lying on his back, propped up by his pillows. Next, you reach for the jar that he’d been holding, unscrewing the lid and scooping some of the clear, jelly-like substance into your fingers. There’s an awkward moment when you try and figure out the best way of reaching his chest before you grit your teeth and straddle his hips.

Despite his current state, Riddle still manages to look far too smug for your liking. He raises an eyebrow and smirks up at you from your perch on his thighs. Despite the furious blush that creeps up your neck and along your cheeks, you manage to keep your voice steady as you say, “Don’t make this weird, Riddle.” He starts to chuckle lowly before it’s cut off by a gasp as you start to rub the salve on his wounds.

Your fingers brush against his chest and you find yourself entranced by how warm his skin is, how he tenses under your hands as though he wasn’t expecting and isn’t used to gentleness, how his breathing slowly evens out as the salve does its job and the burns start to scab and heal. A slow, curling heat wraps its way around you, making your heart stutter and your blood thrum in a way that is so deliciously intoxicating that you don’t even notice that your hands have travelled down his chest and are now skimming his sides, edging lower and lower to the waistline of his trousers.

You’re brought back to reality when he wraps a hand around one of your wrists, his dark eyes glitter in the dim candlelight and a slow, easy smirk curls his upper lip. He moves his free hand to your waist and he watches you closely, taking in every twitch, every shiver, every sharp, stuttering intake of breath. “So, I should go and let you rest…?” You hate the way it comes out as a question, the slight upturn in your voice revealing the nerves that tangle and twist inside you.

“That would be sensible, yes,” Tom agrees, even as his hand slides up your waist and along the curves of your breasts.

You really should get up.

You should.

You don’t. What you do instead is simple: you kiss him. You bend over his chest, one hand clutching his side the other pressed into the pillow and you kiss him with the fervour that only seven years of bottled up chemistry can conjure. He responds immediately, let’s go of your wrist to tangle his fingers through your hair, drags you closer until the spaces between you are taken over by the feeling of his body, firm and solid and sure beneath you. His other hand slips under your dress robes, gliding up your thigh and pulling the silky fabric up until it’s bunched around your waist and his hand splays across the swell of your arse, exploring and gripping and kneading. Every part of you that he touches is on fire and pleasure curls inside of you like bonfire smoke: rich and thick and all-consuming.

A moan escapes you as he rolls his hips against yours and he tugs your hair sending small shockwaves of muted pain and pleasure tingling down your spine. You pull away from him to catch your breath and for a moment you just stare at each other. His eyes are nearly all pupil and there’s a delectable flush spreading across his cheeks and there’s something else as well. It’s the way he’s looking at you, you realise. Turned on and hot and wanting, yes, but under all that… there’s something like awe in his eyes.

That alone is enough to make you reach down and start tugging at his belt, hands fumbling with nerves and then he’s kicking off his trousers and you’re pulling your robes above your head with a frantic kind of desperation that would surprise you if it wasn’t so fucking obvious to you now. The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference and you have never been indifferent towards Riddle. Your clothes land in a haphazard pile at the foot of his bed, and suddenly his arms are around you and he’s flipping you over and pressing against you, grinding down as he sucks a bruise along the underside of your jaw before trailing kisses down your neck and along your collarbones, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud of one nipple. “So good,” He whispers into your skin, “Always knew you’d be so good for me.” And something inside of you sings at the admission, at the implication.

The franticness of earlier fades into something slower, though no less intense, and you take the opportunity to snake your hand down his body and curl a fist around him, stroking long and slow, revelling in the way he feels in your hand: heavy and hot and thick in. You are rewarded by a quiet, broken gasp and his fingers and tongue caressing every part of you he can reach. His fingers slip between your legs and you’re already so close to edge that all it takes is a few clever strokes and you’re tumbling into the ravine, back arching, toes curling and you’re dimly aware of him tensing above you and then he’s falling right along with you.

In the moments following, anxiety and uncertainty begins to creep through your afterglow, and you shift against him, unsure if you should gather your things and leave. You start to push yourself up but are stopped by a hand on your shoulder. Tom (because you should start calling him that, anything else feels like an erasure of what’s just happened, and despite the worry, you don’t want to erase this) gently pulls you back down, tucking you against his side as he runs his fingers through your hair. The anxiety fades and you fall asleep with your head nestled in the crook of his neck and his arm curled around your waist.

***

In the three weeks since Slughorn’s party, you’ve made several appearances in Tom’s dorms. There had been one particularly embarrassing moment when Abraxas Malfoy had walked in, rolled his eyes and muttered ‘finally. But also, gross’ before he'd made a speedy exit after Tom had threatened to poison his favourite peacock.

You still argue and you’re still horribly competitive; you’re fairly sure that those aspects of your relationship with Tom are dyed in the wool by this point. But now he edits your essays and you bring him coffee when he spends too long in the library. You eat breakfast together. It feels good. It feels natural.

It’s over one breakfast on a nondescript Friday morning that the letter arrives. Tom passes it to you along with a mug of tea and you frown at the unfamiliar handwriting. You scan it quickly and your curiosity quickly turns into disbelieving excitement. “Christella Beaufort wants to meet me.” You whisper, eyes wide, hands shaking. “She says that she’s sorry she missed me at the party and that she’s available to talk the next Hogsmeade weekend. I… Tom, this is… How…?”

“I may have written to her explaining the situation.” He says, entirely casual, as though he hasn’t just made every wish you’ve ever had come true.

He really only has himself to blame when you lean over the Slytherin table, fingers wrapping around his tie and ruin a lot of people’s breakfasts by dragging him into a kiss.

(part 1)

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sparetimeimagines · 4 years ago

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HI CAN I RQ A PART 2 WITH THE “CHOOSE” OSAMU SMUT PLZ I WANT TO SEE ATSUMU HURT MORE, T-T but dont force urself tho if u dont want to i just realllyyy love that one :D

Chance | Miya Osamu | Miya Atsumu

Tags; Violence, Smut, Toxic!Atsumu, jealousy, Possessive!Osamu, Boyfriend!Osamu

Part 2 to Choices

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Reality hit you like a train.

You wanted so badly to feel anything but the pain of rejection. How he chose her over you...

The answer was obvious why. She was perfect and beautiful, and you on the other hand, were bland.

Your family wasn’t rich. You had a basic 9-5 that kept you decent.

But when you look at him for comfort, and his eyes stared back at you with this different feeling you never felt with Atsumu. Those warm eyes and a soft smile; those gentle hands holding you close to him.

Atsumu could never.

Whipped cream and strawberries. It was your guilty pleasure and of course Osamu knew where to find you when you disappeared.

“Gotcha!” His arms curl around you, barricading your body to the counter top.

“Geez Osamu! Don’t do that!” You gasp observing the smashed strawberry in your hand. “Look what you made me do.”

Osamu, not breaking eye contact, grasps your wrist bringing your hand to his mouth. Lips kissing on your skin, gradually you palm in sucked on from the side. He slurps the strawberry from your hand, his dominant eyes staring into yours.

“Samu...” you groan looking around the kitchen for an intruder.

“Shh. There’s something else I’d rather be slurping right now.” He moans licking your palm before dropping your wrist all together.

His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you on to the counter top.

“I love it when you wear dresses.” He says into your lips, his hands caressing on each side pushing the loose fabric up.

“Osamu... not here.” You panic seeing him lower himself until finally he’s at level with your legs.

“Shh. No one’s home.” The smirk teases, delicately picking at the self-awareness you had built up. “I’m just grabbing a snack.” His finger hooks your panties to the side, his hot breath waking your bud. You hear him chuckle from below and a slow lick demands your full attention.

“O-Osamu.” You exhale gripping his hair.

“Mmhmm.” His tongue laps your sensitive pussy with purpose. “Fuck... taste so good.”

Osamu grips your hips pulling you into him. Your eyes roll back at you relax your head.

You never imagined yourself getting ate out on the countertop before. Especially not by your ex’s twin brother.

Delicate moans leave your mouth, feeling him grin against your skin.

“That’s right, Baby.” He slurps your slick. “Let me hear you.” His fingers slide into you without prep forcing your gasp.

“Osamu...” Rolling your hips, you feel his tongue flick against your clit, those fingers adding pressure to your core. Your breath is caught and suddenly you’re gripping his hair. “Mmm come here.”

He stands straight attacking your neck. “I wanna fuck you, Baby. Right here.” Light nibbles and a strong bite, he tears into your neck leaving a bruise.

“Mmm. Samu... you’ll leave a mark.”

“I know...keep my greedy brother’s hands off you.” He reaches into his shorts, pulling his stiff cock out. “Bastard...”

Osamu grazes his head against your slick lips earning a whimper.

“Is it safe here? What if he comes home?”

“He’s not gonna come home.” He whispers in your neck, burying his cock inside your cunt

“Samu... I-” you choke on your gasp feeling him inch by inch.

“Mmhmm. Good girl. Let me fill you up. Take me whole.”

Osamu lets his hips roll into you one at a time, watching your reaction each time he bottoms into you. Tiny whimpers break from your tongue and he smirks.

“You’re so cute.” He bites your lower lip and you follow suit with your tongue in his mouth. His hands grip your thighs, he wants nothing more than to break you. Your obvious hushed moans are provoked by Osamu tugging your strands.

“Let me hear you, Baby.” He grabs your ass pulling you into him. “I love the sounds you make.”

Your ass on the edge, you feel him slip in and out of your cunt, his arms guiding you on his cock.

“You’re so tight. Fuck. Come here.” He sets you down, spreading you over the counter top. “Mmm yes. You’re so pretty, Baby.”

Osamu pushes your dress up your hips, smacking his into yours.

The clapping echos throughout the kitchen, his praises being heard through the door shutting and keys being dropped on the counter in the hall.

“Right there...” You cry out grasping his arm. “Don’t stop.”

Your head bobs in unison with his hips, your jaw dropping leaving you speechless.

“Yeah? Right there Baby? Mmm Cum for me.”

His smacks grow rapidly in speed, he grips your hair from behind heeding you.

“Does it feel good, Baby?” His lips are inches from your ear. Your lip tucks into your teeth as you nod in compliance, Your walls tightening around him. “Mm Baby yes. Cream on my cock.”

Your heart races against your chest and he buckles down on you, arms clamping over yours. His body twitches and he pulls out, hot streams of cum spewing without control.

“Fuck Baby. Your cum is...” His pants with his fingers scooping your thick cream. His smirk grows as his brows rise. “Shit Babe... I...” He pulls your dress over your head exposing your wet panties and matching bra. “Go get yourself cleaned up, Sweetie. I’ve made a mess.”

“You made a mess? Osamu!” You cross your arms and he chuckles pulling his shirt over his head.

“Shush. Put this on.” He winks slipping it over your head. “This looks better on you, anyway.”

Osamu pulls your hair out and turns you to the bedroom. “Go ahead. I’ll clean up.” He playfully smacks your ass, kissing the tip of your nose.

Into Osamu’s bedroom, you find shorts on the bed he wore last night.

The door shuts behind you, and you’re thrown on the bed.

“I love your pretty moans. The way they echo in my house as you fuck my brother. Tell me, what does it feel like to be a whore?”

Blonde hair and arms pinned at each side of your head, you catch your breath seeing Atsumu.

“Atsumu...”

“Oh so you still use my name? Does it taste good?”

“Shut up.”

He smirks and kisses you, his lips lingering at your touch. “Does it taste good?”

“Atsumu get off. This is your fault.”

“My fault? You’re fucking My brother.”

“Yeah after you threw me away. You abandoned me. You did this to yourself.” You struggle underneath his weight and he smirks.

“Your pretty moans has me hard. You know you want to touch it.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“No I want you to get off.” You chuckle under him and he clicks his tongue.

“Tell me, whore, who’s the better fuck?”

“What’s your problem? Why are you doing this?” You glare at him and he sighs.

“I’m lonely.” He rolls his eyes in sarcasm. “Because I can. I know how you are. You’ll fuck anyone.”

Your glare is solid with your teeth grit.

“How about we call Suna... or Kita? Hell the whole team needs a reunion. Let’s go?” He leans up to grab his phone when he’s thrown off completely, slammed against the ground and grey hair on top of him.

“Who the hell are you to talk to her like that?” The sounds of smacks and thuds are enough to make you want to leave. “No wait. Stay.” Osamu looks up from atop his brother wiping the blood from his knuckles. The smirk he wears blends with the blood on his teeth.

“You’re a piece of shit, Atsumu.” Osamu sits up exposing his brother’s bloody nose and busted lip. “Don’t touch her again. Don’t talk to her. You had your chance and you lost it.”

Osamu stands and drags his brother to his feet. “Just leave her alone. Don’t pin this on her because you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Of you? Do you know who i am? Everyone knows who I am. But what about you, Little Brother? Run some shop downtown and fuck my leftovers. Do you feel satisfied? Is this really what you wanted?” Atsumu chuckles spitting his blood on the floor. “I hope she’s worth it. Ruining everything we had over some whore.” He walks past Osamu who nearly attacks him again, though you grasp his arm by surprise.

“Don’t Osamu. He’s not worth it.”

But deep down, you knew this wasn’t the end of Atsumu and his rage.

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expectingtofly · 4 years ago

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Not Jealous (Okay, Maybe a Little... Maybe a Lot)

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fluff, set sometime in s13, tfw gets a visit from the djinn queen

(okay so in 13x16, Cas says he killed most of the djinn guarding the Tree of Life, but this fic ignores that bc I like to think that Cas is an excellent negotiator and actually became friends with the djinn and their queen :))

also posted on ao3

created for CastielWasTheFirstTemptation for the Profound Bond Discord Exchange

Dean was having a crappy Tuesday. And he’d had plenty of experience with bad Tuesdays.

He was sitting in the library trying to parse through a stack of books, organizing them according to random categories he was half-sure Sam had made up to specifically torture him.

They’d been busy with hunts all month and on their one day off, Sam had decided it was “organize the bunker” day. He was downstairs in one of the storage rooms happily cataloguing away. Dean was stuck up here, doing the same thing, less happily.

He was tossing a book onto the Sewer Dwelling Monsters pile when the bunker door screeched open.

“Hey,” he called, grabbing another book and leafing through it. “You better have remembered to pick up beer and pie because I’m going crazy here.”

“Dean, we have a visitor.”

And that’s when Dean’s Tuesday got worse.

Dean looked up to see Cas standing on the stairway next to a ridiculously tall man—and that was saying something when they lived with Sasquatch himself. Dean only needed one look at the black tattoos snaking over the man’s bald head and forearms to realize he was a Djinn.

Quickly, Dean stood, pushing his chair back. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

The man fixed him with a heavy stare, then proceeded to scan the room. Cas spoke up, “Don’t worry, he’s not a threat.” To the man, he said, “I promise it’s safe in here.”

“What—” Dean started, then the man nodded once and motioned to someone beyond the doorway.

In a loud voice, he announced, “May I present Queen of the Djinn, her majesty Zara.”

At his words, a woman swept through the door, dressed in a long, dark cloak, her arms and neck also covered in Djinn tattoos.

“Why, Castiel,” she said, gazing around the room. “What a lovely home you have. I have to say, though, I didn’t expect you to live underground.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean spoke up. “Who the fuck are you?”

The woman turned her eyes on him and Cas shifted uncomfortably. He was holding several reusable grocery bags in his hands. “Dean, this is Zara. My, uh, betrothed.”

“Your what?” Dean spluttered and the woman—Queen Zara, apparently—started down the stairs, her dress and cloak sweeping behind her.

“You must be Dean Winchester,” she said. “Castiel told me about you.” Reaching the bottom of the staircase, she extended her hand palm down, and Dean stared at it. He settled on shaking it, unsure whether she was expecting him to bow or kiss her hand.

“Sorry, can we back up for a second?” He looked up at Cas who was following the other Djinn down the stairs. “Did you say betrothed?”

“Yes,” Zara answered brightly.

“Okay,” Dean said, slowly, unsure if he was understanding this correctly. Cas looked a little guilty. “Care to elaborate, Cas?”

“I may have technically become married to Zara when I went in search of the fruit of the Tree of Life.” Dean raised his eyebrows, and he added, “And I may have forgotten to tell you.”

“You forgot to tell me?” Dean repeated.

“I was going to,” Cas said. “But then we ended up in that cartoon with the talking dog and there was so much going on—”

“If I may,” Zara interjected, and Dean realized Zara and the man, presumably her bodyguard, were watching them go back and forth. “I see there’s been a miscommunication. See, when Castiel arrived for negotiations to obtain the fruit of the Tree of Life, we Djinn were in the middle of a war. I asked for Castiel’s hand in marriage in exchange for giving him the fruit, and we pledged ourselves to each other, agreeing to hold the official binding ceremonies later when the war didn’t require all my focus.”

Dean glared at Cas. Pledged themselves to each other? Cas ducked his head with a sheepish look and set his grocery bags on the table.

Unbothered, Zara continued, “Now that the war has ended, I am able to turn my thoughts towards finalizing our relationship. I came to reunite with dear Castiel and bring him back to my kingdom for our official wedding ceremony.”

“Hold on,” Dean spoke up. “Wedding? Bring him back—Cas ain’t gonna marry you.”

Zara’s eye twitched. “I think that’s up to Castiel, isn’t it, Dean?”

Dean looked to Cas for help, who spoke up, “I’m afraid Dean is right, Zara. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I realized the extent of the commitment I made. I can’t marry you.”

Dean eyed Zara and her bodyguard, tensing for a fight, but Zara’s reaction was only to smile and pat Cas’ shoulder.

“It’s no surprise that you would feel that way, Castiel,” she said. “We hardly know each other, after all. I confess, part of my reasoning for journeying here was to see the real you, to learn about you. I’m eager for us to grow closer during our time together.”

“During our time—” Dean was interrupted by Zara clapping her hands. Instantly, the bunker door opened to admit a line of other Djinn who filed down the stairs, all carrying baskets or trunks or cases.

Dean stared at them. “What the fuck…”

“There’s more of them,” Cas said unhelpfully.

“Alright, we need to talk.” Grabbing Cas’ arm, Dean pulled him into the adjacent hallway. “Stay right there!” he told Zara, jabbing his finger at her.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” Cas started as Dean dragged him into the hallway.

“Dude, what the fuck? Getting freaking engaged to a Djinn isn’t just something you forget to tell us about!”

“I was preoccupied!” Cas protested.

“And now you’re gonna let them into the bunker? Are you crazy?”

“They’re not a threat, Dean. Zara is very different from the Djinn we’ve encountered before.”

Footsteps sounded behind them and Dean turned to see Sam running over. “What’s going on out here, what’s all that noise?”

“We’ve been invaded by the Djinn,” Dean said, and Sam’s eyes widened.

“What? How? I’ll grab guns—”

“No, Sam.” Cas put out his hand to stop Sam from bolting down the hallway. “It’s not like that, they’re friendly.”

“Oh, so now you’re buddies with them?” Dean asked.

Cas shot him a look and started explaining the situation to Sam. Shaking his head, Dean peeked out through the doorway to watch the Djinn pile their belongings on the map table, Zara giving instructions.

Preoccupied? Really? Then again, communication never had been one of his and Cas’ strengths.

There were about ten other Djinn besides Zara and her bodyguard. One of the men set down a large trunk and Dean winced at the scuffing noise it made on the floor. Then the man opened the trunk and Dean startled, realizing it was filled with weapons and blades.

“Hey!” he protested, storming into the room. “No weapons allowed in here. You don’t wanna start something with us, this is our home turf.”

The bodyguard stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, but Zara only laughed. “This is a friendly visit, Dean, I assure you. These items are for Castiel, as part of my dowry.” She brightened, seeing Sam and Cas enter the room. “Sam Winchester, I presume?” She extended her hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Sam took her hand and made an awkward nod, half bow. “Um, uh, pleasure."

“Charming,” Zara said with a laugh. She looked at Cas. “You were right, he does have such beautiful hair.”

Dean rolled his eyes and Zara motioned around the room. “As you can see, we’ve brought quite a few things. Would you mind having your attendants show mine to the cookery? We brought food for a feast.”

“Um, we don’t have attendants,” Cas said. He looked to Dean for help, and when Dean didn’t offer any assistance—Cas was the one who had gotten them into this mess—he said, “I can show you around.”

He headed off with Zara, her attendants holding baskets of food, and her bodyguard, who cast a suspicious look at Dean before following.

Dean glared at their retreating backs. “A feast? What the hell is happening?”

“She seems nice,” Sam commented.

“Nice? Did you miss the part where she’s engaged to Cas?”

“Yeah. Weird.” He started for the library. “I think we have a few books on Djinn. I wonder how binding their engagements are.”

Dean stared at his retreating back, then at the doorway where Cas and the Djinn had left through. “What the hell is going on?” he asked aloud.

A peek into the kitchen showed the Djinn plating food and cooking—Dean had to force himself to walk away before he started a war with them by barging in and demanding they stop touching his stove.

He followed Zara’s annoyingly regal voice to the hallway outside the bedrooms where Cas was apparently giving a tour to her and her bodyguard.

“How many people live here?” she asked as Dean walked over.

“Just the four of us,” Jack said.

Oh, so now Jack was in on it too. He smiled, noticing Dean. “Dean! You should try these cookies.” He held up something that looked suspiciously like what the Djinn had been putting on plates in the kitchen.

So now they were bribing his family with food? Crossing his arms, Dean said, “I don’t know if you noticed, Zara, but we weren’t exactly expecting you or your, uh, attendants. Just how long are you planning to stay here?”

“At least a week,” she answered, shattering any hope that they might be gone by 6pm. “Cas was just showing us all these extra bedrooms where we can stay.”

Dean glared at Cas, who avoided his eyes and motioned to Zara to follow him down the hallway. “Um, over here is where we keep archival documents,” he said.

Jack made to follow and Dean grabbed his elbow. “What’s her deal?” he asked, watching Zara and her bodyguard follow Cas down the hallway.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, following his gaze.

“She barges in here with a dozen Djinn saying she’s engaged to Cas? Are they trying to infiltrate us? Can you tell if she’s evil?”

“She isn’t saying she’s engaged, she is engaged to Cas.” Jack finished off his cookie. “Cas told me, when he came back from Zara’s kingdom.”

“He told you?” And not me? he wanted to add.

Maybe it was implied on his face because Jack looked mildly uncomfortable. “I can tell, she isn’t evil. She’s friendly.”

“What else did Cas say about her?” Dean asked, trying not to sound too interested or concerned. No need to panic; Cas had only gotten engaged to obtain the Tree of Life fruit. Not like Cas was actually into the Queen.

“Cas said she was very nice, but that he was in a rush and didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. I don’t think he thought she would come after him.”

“Yeah, he looks real concerned,” Dean muttered, hearing Cas’ voice echo down the hallway along with Zara’s laughter.

Wiping crumbs off his hands, Jack said, “I’m gonna get another cookie.”

Stopping to grab his gun first, Dean followed Jack back to the kitchen. He swore, if the Djinn made a mess… But the room was empty and surprisingly clean for the amount of activity that had just been going on in there.

They followed the sound of voices to the library where the tables had been pushed together and covered in platters and dishes. Dean stopped in the doorway, staring.

“Cool!” Jack exclaimed, going over to a plate stacked high with cookies.

“I told them we could have the feast in here,” Sam said at Dean’s elbow and Dean startled.

“You told them—” Fuming, he glared at the Djinn talking to Jack. “What’s the verdict? How many do I gotta kill to get Cas out of this engagement?”

“Put the gun away, you don’t have to kill anyone. According to a book I found, as long as Zara agrees to call the engagement off before the wedding begins, Cas isn’t tied to her.” He gestured to the book shelves. “You know, this isn’t such a bad thing, them being here. We've never actually gotten to talk to any Djinn before, and the Men of Letters don’t have much information on them.”

“Of course you’d be a nerd about this,” Dean complained. He nodded at where Zara was entering the room talking with Cas. “Don’t think she’s gonna give Cas up that easily. She already seems pretty attached.”

“I’m sure Cas will talk to her, let her know this is all a misunderstanding. In the meantime, try to be friendly, okay? We can’t risk getting the Djinn on our bad side.”

“We could take them,” Dean said and Sam gave him his patented bitch face. He huffed. “Fine.”

A clinking noise drew Dean’s attention to where Zara was standing at the head of the table, tapping a glass with a spoon. The room grew quiet and she announced, “I want to say thank you to the Winchesters and my betrothed Castiel for so graciously welcoming us into their home. I hope this meal marks the beginning of a wonderful alliance between us Djinn and the hunters. Now let us eat!”

Everyone moved to take a seat, Zara gesturing for Cas to sit at her right hand side. Dean pointedly took a spot close by to keep an eye on her. “I think you’ll enjoy this dish,” Zara said, passing him a bowl. “Cas tells me you’re the cook here.”

“Uh—” Dean took the bowl and ladled what looked like mashed potatoes on his plate. “When’d he have time to tell you that?”

Zara waved her hand. “We talked some when he came to my kingdom. He told me all about you and your brother and why you needed the Tree of Life’s fruit. I must thank you for saving the world quite a few times.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

“You’re welcome,” Sam spoke up.

Cas had been telling Zara about him? Inconsequential stuff, like that he cooked? Gathering himself, he said, “You know, we’ve encountered plenty Djinn before you.” He ignored the death stare Sam shot at him. “Had to kill plenty too. You wanna tell me how I’m supposed to trust you? What’s stopping you from poisoning all of us?”

Sam cleared his throat and the bodyguard standing behind Zara’s chair glowered at Dean. Dean glared back.

“Those Djinn were not part of my kingdom,” Zara said solemnly. “Our most sacred law is to never bring anyone harm. If I had found those Djinn you speak of, they would’ve been brought to a swift justice.” She glanced at Cas. “I’ve already gained the trust of Castiel, I'd hoped I had your trust as well.”

“You do,” Sam said quickly, side-eying Dean. “Dean’s just being, uh, cautious.”

Cas nodded, and across the table, Jack tore into his meal, seemingly not worried at all that the Djinn had prepared it. Sam gave Dean a pointed look and Dean rolled his eyes. So, Zara and her crew weren’t evil and apparently didn’t mean them any harm. Didn’t mean Dean was going to fall over himself trying to be friends.

Ignoring Sam’s record-setting bitch face, he hesitantly started eating, finding to his annoyance that Zara was right. This food was pretty damn good.

He kept his mouth shut throughout the rest of dinner. Zara answered Sam’s questions about her kingdom, about the community the Djinn had created in the mountains, hidden from humans. According to her, it was “Heaven on Earth.”

Scowling, Dean drank from the goblet in front of him. Some kind of concoction he wasn’t sure he liked or not. Zara sure was laying it on thick. When she mentioned royal gardens, Dean saw the moment interest flared in Cas’ eyes.

For fuck’s sake. Of course Zara loved to garden. Bet she had a whole bee farm, or whatever they called those. Anything to get in Cas’ pants, no doubt.

He tried another sip from the goblet and grimaced. No, not good, he decided. Way too similar to the healthy crap Sam was always eating. Cas asked about the plants Zara had in her gardens, and Dean wondered why Cas had never planted a garden here at the bunker. He was always talking about the benefits of spending time in nature since, apparently, they didn’t get enough sunlight living in an underground bunker. Then again, Dean hadn’t ever really taken Cas’ talk about gardens and sustainability seriously. He categorized Cas’ interest in plants and bees as just another example of what a dork he was. A powerful angel of the Lord, but a dork all the same.

“I’m so happy to see you again,” Zara told Cas as a few of her attendants served what Dean guessed was some kind of Djinn desert, some weird pale pudding. She leaned forward and took one of Cas’ hands, and Dean clenched his own hands into fists under the table.

Zara stroked her thumb over Cas’ knuckles. “Now that our tribe is at peace with our warring siblings to the North, we are looking to expand relations with other kinds. Humans, for instance, and angels. I think you can be a strong ally in making that happen.”

“I can try,” Cas said. He looked uncomfortable, staring at her holding his hand, and Dean remembered sitting across him in a brothel, trying to get him laid on possibly his last night on Earth. Good times. Even after years of being on Earth and talking to women, Cas never lost the deer in the headlights look when one of them showed interest in him. The sight gave Dean a strange satisfaction. Zara had no chance with Cas.

She was going to give it her best shot, though. As if a feast wasn’t enough, after dinner, Zara presented Cas with gifts—ornate swords and knives with gilded handles, books detailing the Djinn history and folklore, robes and cloaks like the ones Zara and her entourage wore. Cas kept a polite smile on his face, but Dean saw the increasingly overwhelmed look in his eyes at the sheer amount of gifts.

Dean felt similarly overwhelmed and, somewhere along the line, he decided he’d had enough of Zara doing her damndest to impress Cas, touching his arm at any given chance. She had Sam and Jack under her spell too, it seemed, because neither of them were bothered by the ridiculous show she was putting on.

Even when he left the library and shut the door to his room, voices and laughter carried down the hallway. He was glad everyone else was having a good time and completely ignoring the absurdity of this situation. Cas? Engaged? And to royalty?

Seething, he sat on his bed and turned on the TV, trying to distract himself. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he realized he was watching an infomercial for a nonstick pan.

A knock on his door sounded and he swore under his breath. “Go away, Sam,” he called. If he had to get another lecture about hospitality…

“It’s just me.”

Dean straightened, said, “Come in,” and Cas opened the door, holding a grocery bag.

“I know, I know,” Dean said. “Don’t be rude to our guests, blah blah blah. I get it.”

“You were very rude to Zara,” Cas agreed, shutting the door behind him. “She’s only trying to be kind.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah. Kind. That’s all.” Cas stared at him, cocking his head, and Dean rolled his eyes. Of fucking course Cas would be oblivious to Zara flirting with him. “You finally get through the fuckton of gifts she brought?”

Cas sighed. “It was too much. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it all.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Sam will be up early organizing everything.” He nodded at the bag in Cas’ hand. “What’s that?”

“Oh, um,” Cas glanced down at it. “I thought you might want this.”

Dean took it from him and looked inside. The pie and beer he’d requested from the grocery store earlier that day. “Thanks,” he said.

Cas stepped closer to the bed, then hesitated. Dean motioned for him to sit and Cas did so on the edge of the bed, away from Dean’s legs. He glanced at the TV. “We should have another movie night soon. We haven’t had one in a long time.”

“Yeah. Sure.” He was pretty sure Cas was just trying to appease him, though he didn’t know why. He was the one who’d been rude to Zara, Cas’ “betrothed.”

He opened a beer and watched Cas out of the corner of his eye, heart starting to quicken a little, as it always did when he was alone with him. It was ridiculous, because he and Cas were just friends. Obviously. He didn’t know why he had to remind himself so often.

Cas twisted a loose thread on his trenchcoat sleeve. “Dean,” he started.

“Your girlfriend’s gonna start looking for you soon,” Dean interrupted. Cas lifted his head and squinted at him. “She sure is trying to impress you, going on and on about her kingdom.”

“It's a very beautiful place,” Cas said. “I wouldn’t mind visiting again. But I wouldn’t want to live there.” He studied him and Dean looked away, picked at lint on the comforter. “Dean, she may be trying to impress me, but I have no intention of marrying her, I never did. This whole situation is an unfortunate accident.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Right. Yeah. Of course.” Obviously. I know that. Didn’t mean Zara fawning over Cas didn’t make his skin crawl.

Cas looked like he wanted to say more, but he stood. “I suppose I should return to the library. Are you coming?”

“Uh, yeah, in a bit,”

Cas left and Dean stared at the closed door, then down at his pie. It shouldn’t matter what Cas did, who he was interested in, who flirted with him. Not like Dean had any say in the matter, not like they were dating or something—which was not an option. Because Cas was just a friend. His best friend, but a friend all the same.

Sighing, he picked up his pie and beer before he left his room. He was going to need them if he was going to have to watch Zara and Cas interact.

***

The next day, Zara and her entourage showed no signs of going home. Dean ran into several of them in the bathroom down the hall, two sitting in the kitchen talking to Jack, and four more in one of the archival rooms helping Sam—as Dean had suspected—catalogue Cas’ gifts.

Zara and Cas he found talking in the library, continuing a conversation from last night about agricultural practices in her kingdom. Apparently there was a lot to say on the topic. Last night, before going to bed, Zara had made some cheeky remark about waiting after the official wedding ceremony to consummate her and Cas’ marriage, and Dean had wanted to rip her head off. It only made things worse that apparently Cas wasn’t bothered by that remark, but of course not—Zara liked gardening and was cultured and had given him a million and one presents. There was no real reason to hate her, though that wouldn't stop Dean.

He paused in the library’s doorway, before Cas and Zara could spot him, and caught the tail end of what Zara was saying,

“I know that you are distanced from Heaven, as evidenced by you living with hunters.”

Dean bristled at the underlying meaning in her words—Cas had no place with him and Sam. They were just gross humans.

Zara continued, “We have many in my kingdom who have been displaced from their homes, who are no longer a part of their own. I think you will find us to be an accepting community.”

“I’m sure I would,” Cas said, and Dean’s heart sunk. “But Heaven hasn’t been my home in a long time. This is my home now.”

Dean felt a little stunned at his words. Cas said it so emphatically. As if the bunker wasn’t just a place he’d ended up, but somewhere he chose to be, wanted to be.

Making a U-turn, he grabbed his keys and jacket and took Baby out for a drive. Unfortunately, even the rushing wind through the windows and the blaring music on the radio couldn’t distract him from his thoughts.

Did Cas really think of the bunker as home? Here? With him and Sam and Jack? Well, of course, he told himself. Cas lived here, didn’t he?

It was more than that, though, Dean knew. Cas had rebelled against Heaven to help them. Stuck by their sides for years. If this wasn’t his home, then where else?

And who did Zara think she was? She thought Cas needed a home, that she could give him one. As if they weren’t good enough for him. Well, Dean knew Cas deserved a lot better, but they got along pretty well. Had been through enough shit together, at least.

Zara had met Cas only once; she hadn’t stopped apocalypses and faced demons with him. Dean knew Cas better than anyone, or so he liked to think. Cas knew him better than anyone, at least.

That’s what this is, he told himself. Why Zara annoyed him so much. He was just pissed that Zara thought she knew what was best for Cas. It didn’t matter that Cas seemed to get along well with her, that she had so much in common with him, that she wanted to marry him. Technically, if Cas wanted to marry her too, that wasn’t a problem either.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and glared out at the road. Not a problem.

When the sky was dark, he returned from his drive to a quiet bunker. Zara and her attendants were nowhere to be seen, and as he came down the stairs, Cas walked into the war room.

“Where were you?” he asked, stopping short.

Dean shrugged. “Just out for a drive.” He held out a plastic bag. “Here.”

Frowning, Cas took it from him and pulled out two packets of seeds. “Tomato seeds?” he asked, studying them.

“Just thought, I don’t know. You’re always talking about nature and whatever. You could start a garden outside. If you want.”

Cas looked up at him, some unreadable emotion on his face. Dean almost asked if a garden was still in the works, or if Cas had started to envision the Djinn gardens. “Figure even if you don’t eat you should contribute to dinner,” he said instead. “Start growing food.”

Cas smiled and looked back at the seeds. “Thank you, Dean. That's very thoughtful of you.”

Dean felt his face heat. Looking around, he asked, “Where’s her majesty?”

“She went to bed.”

“She try to seduce you?”

Cas cocked his head. “No. Why would she?”

“Uh, maybe because she’s trying to marry you.”

“Well, I’m not marrying her. I think she understands that.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“I’ve made my intentions clear, Dean.”

“Right,” Dean said, not convinced. Cas studied him, the familiar, peculiar squint to his eyes and Dean nearly squirmed. Turning, he said, “I’m going to bed.”

He passed Sam in the hallway near the bedrooms. “Hey,” he said, not stopping.

“Dean,” Sam called, and he turned. “You alright? Where were you all day?”

“Just wanted to get away from our million visitors. I’m fine.”

“Is, um… Is everything alright with you and Cas? He was wondering where you went.”

Dean crossed his arms. “We’re fine. I mean, he brought the Djinn here, but nothing we can do about it now.”

“Right. Um. Well, it’s just…” Sam looked like he was choosing his words carefully. “You’ve been acting… Well, acting kinda weird around Zara and Cas.” Dean stared at him. “Like you’re jealous or something.”

“I’m not fucking jealous! What the hell is there to be jealous about?”

Sam raised his hands. “I’m just telling you what I see.”

“Well, you’re fucking wrong.” Sam started to speak, but Dean ignored him and turned on his heel, continued to his room. “I’m not fucking jealous,” he muttered under his breath.

I’m not jealous, he repeated to himself the next day, watching Zara and Cas talk over breakfast. Or the next, which played out the same way: too many strangers wandering the hallways, Zara taking up all of Cas’ attention. Not that Dean needed Cas’ attention; he just didn’t see how Cas could be so oblivious to Zara’s intentions.

Unless Cas wasn’t oblivious and he was actually interested in Zara.

Absurd, Dean told himself. But the idea sat heavy in his stomach anyway. I’m not jealous, he told himself again. He was starting to sound less convincing.

***

“Hey where’s Cas?”

Zara looked up from where she and Sam were poring over books in the library. Sam frowned, looking around. “I haven’t seen him yet today.”

“If you find him, tell him to join us,” Zara said, “Sam and I are going through the Men of Letters’ books on the Djinn. I’m afraid there are quite a few historical inaccuracies.”

“Right, sure.” Leaving the library, Dean headed back through the hallways, wondering where Cas could’ve gone. He hadn’t left Zara’s side much in the five days she’d been here.

Maybe he’s finally gotten annoyed with her, he thought hopefully.

When his search through the bunker proved futile, Dean had a thought and headed outside. Sure enough, a few yards from the bunker door, next to a bag of potting soil and a tray of small green containers, Cas sat cross legged on the grass holding one of the seed packets Dean had bought for him.

“Hey,” Dean said and Cas looked up at him.

“Hello.” He began placing the seeds into the containers and Dean stood there awkwardly, watching. Maybe planting the seeds was a sign; maybe this meant Cas was planning to stay. Or maybe it meant Cas was going to take his tomato plants with him to Zara’s kingdom.

When Cas remained silent, Dean started turning away to leave him to his planting. “You can fill this tray with soil,” Cas spoke up, stopping him.

“Um, okay.” Sitting down next to him, Dean scooped soil out of the bag with a shovel and poured it carefully into the planting containers. Cas smoothed soil over the seeds he'd planted.

“Zara and Sam sure are getting along well,” Dean said after a few minutes of silence. “They’re going through the books in the library right now. Apparently there’s a lot of ‘inaccuracies’ in them.”

“Hmm.” There was a smudge of dirt on Cas’ chin that Dean was more than tempted to wipe off. Looking away, he poured more dirt in the containers before he was idiotic enough to try.

The weather was warm, a breeze rustling the leafy tree branches around them. Dean wished he could relax, but being in such close proximity to Cas was making his pulse race, per usual. Maybe even more so now, considering the way he’d been feeling lately. Not jealousy, he told himself. Just, concern. Friendly concern for Cas.

Unwittingly, he thought of the way Zara looked at Cas, spoke to him, touched him, and he gripped the shovel tighter in his hand. Okay. Fine. Maybe Sam was sorta right. Maybe he was a little jealous. It didn’t mean anything though.

Realizing Cas had stopped planting seeds, he glanced sideways at him. Cas was letting soil sift through his fingers, a crease between his brows and a seriousness in his gaze that didn’t match the gentle way his fingers moved through the dirt. Dean started to wonder if Cas had come out here to get away from everyone, if something was on his mind.

“You and your plants there wanna get a room?” he asked and, fuck, that wasn’t what he wanted to say. Words were hard.

Cas glanced at him, then his recently planted seeds, and dropped the dirt he was holding. Apropos of nothing, he said, “Zara said she’ll call off the engagement if I really want.”

Dean’s initial surge of relief faded away when Cas kept glaring at the soil. Since he was pretty sure the tomato seeds hadn’t done anything to bother him, he asked, suddenly nervous, “Do you want to call it off?”

“Yes, Dean. I don’t want to marry her.” Looking away, he brushed dirt from his hands.

“But?” Dean pressed.

Cas sighed. “But she wants me to come back with her. Just for a visit. And I don’t know if I should.” He reached for a watering can at his side. “Zara and the other members of her kingdom were very welcoming when I first visited, and I’ve enjoyed taking to Zara during her stay here, but we have work to do. I can’t just leave.”

They did have work to do, but that was nothing new. Dean looked around at the start of Cas’ garden, at the slight rise of dirt a few yards away that marked the bunker underground. Maybe this was home for Cas, but it couldn’t compare to a kingdom, not how Zara described it. Begrudgingly, he thought of Cas and Zara's similar interests and her descriptions of her kingdom and how perfect it would be for Cas.

“Maybe you should visit,” he said, hating the way the words felt in his mouth. Cas frowned at him and he added, “Not saying you should marry Zara, but sounds like a cool place.” One part of his brain screamed at him to shut up shut up shut up, but the other told him this was the mature thing to do. Give Cas the freedom to make up his own mind.

Cas nodded, not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know.” he said quietly. “But if you really think so...”

“Yeah, of course,” Dean said, feeling a little sick. Ignoring the sensation, he pat Cas on the shoulder. “Whatever you want.”

Take that, Sam. Could a jealous person do this?

***

Encouraging Cas to leave with his Djinn friends may have been the mature thing to do, but that didn’t stop it from hurting like hell. Going back inside, Dean holed up into his room, not wanting to hear Zara’s gleeful excitement when Cas told her he was going back with her to her kingdom. He had a feeling Zara wasn’t going to be calling off the engagement anytime soon.

He didn’t emerge until that night, when sounds of conversation and activity had diminished outside his door. One thing he had to say for the Djinn, despite the number of them staying over, the bunker had never been cleaner and they’d all obeyed his command to stay out of the garage. Begrudgingly, he had to admit it wasn’t so bad having them over. If only Zara wasn’t actively trying to impress Cas.

How many days had they been here? They’d probably be leaving soon. His stomach twisted at the thought, knowing they would take Cas with them.

Just for a visit, he told himself. He’ll be back.

He went into the library looking for a drink and found Zara and Cas poring over books side by side.

“Oh, hey,” he said, stopping in the doorway.

Cas looked up at him, a worried expression on his face. “Are you alright, Dean? You disappeared all day.”

Why does everyone keep asking me that? Going to a side table, he poured himself a drink. “Yeah. Just tired.”

“I’m sure it must be exhausting hosting so many visitors all week,” Zara said. You don’t know the half of it, Dean thought. “But don’t worry, we’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

Dean turned, nearly spilling his whiskey. “Wait, what?”

Zara smiled at him. “We’re returning to my kingdom tomorrow.”

He thought he’d have a few more days… “Tomorrow?” he managed.

“Yes. I’m afraid I can’t stay forever, my people need me back home. And I know they will be waiting to hear news of my betrothed.” She pat Cas’ hand and Cas turned red.

“Oh. Right,” Dean managed. “Okay.”

He tried to say something else, then turned and left the room in a rush. Tomorrow. Cas was gonna leave and Dean had told him he should go.

The kitchen was empty and he sat at the table, stared at the glass in his hand.

I’m being an idiot, he thought. Cas can do whatever he wants, he doesn’t have to stay here. Probably been looking for an out for ages.

Needing to do something with his hands, he stood and grabbed ingredients from the cupboards. Without really thinking about it, he started making a pie, mixing the ingredients with more force than was necessary.

“Fucking ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, rolling out the pie dough. Tell Cas to go to a Djinn kingdom, that’s smart. With Zara of all people? He’s gonna come back officially married to her, talking about the royal gardens. Or just not come back at all.

“Fuck,” he muttered, throwing open the fridge door to grab the butter.

“What’re you doing?”

Dean wheeled around to see Sam standing in the doorway. “What’s it look like?” He slammed shut the fridge door. “Making a goddamn pie.”

“At…” Sam leaned forward to see the time on the microwave. “2:14am?”

“Is it a crime to make a pie at 2am? I had a craving.”

“What are you, pregnant?”

Dean flipped him off and Sam leaned on the doorway. “Don’t see why you’re in such a bad mood. You should be glad; Zara’s leaving tomorrow. You’ve been bitching all week about the ‘invasion’.”

Pausing in draping the pie crust dough over the filling, Dean stared at him. Glad? Was no one else seeing the problem here? “What, you going with them too? Packed your bags yet? Zara seems to have put you under her spell too.”

Sam frowned. “Dean, you don’t think Cas—“

“It doesn’t matter,” Dean said quickly. “He can do whatever he wants.”

“Yeah, but you got this all wrong.” Straightening from the doorway, Sam came to the island. “Cas isn’t going with the Djinn.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he isn’t! Why the hell would he?”

Oh, I don’t know, Dean thought. Maybe because Zara is fucking perfect for him and knows exactly what he wants and knows how to actually talk to him and not act like a goddamn idiot every time he’s in the room.

Furiously, he crimped the edges of the pie crust and accidentally tore a hole. “Son of a bitch!”

“Okay...” Sam said, watching him. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on with you, but snap out of it. Cas isn’t going anywhere and maybe if you talked to him, you’d know that. Or even just stopped to think for a second.”

“Fuck off,” Dean said, and Sam threw up his hands.

“Fine,” he said, leaving the room. “But you’re freaking out over nothing.”

Dean glared at him and put his pie in the oven, sat back down. He’d done plenty of thinking and like it or not, it didn’t seem completely outside the realm of possibility that Cas would want to be with someone who understood him and appreciated him. Not that Dean didn’t understand or appreciate him, of course he did. Cas was his best friend and Cas had saved his life countless times and Cas was Cas—he was dorky and sarcastic and weird and considerate and too fucking earnest in a way that made Dean squirm while also being secretly jealous of how Cas could just say things and, and—

And fuck he wanted Cas to stay.

He didn’t know how long he stared at the table, but he startled when the timer beeped to announce his pie was done. He glanced at the oven, then looked around the empty room.

"I think I really like him," he said aloud.

Taking the pie out of the oven, Dean grabbed plates and silverware and headed to the library, hardly knowing what he was doing, just hoping to find Cas. Thankfully, Cas was still there, sitting alone.

“Made pie,” Dean announced eloquently, setting everything down.

Cas looked up and shut the book he was reading. “Oh.”

Tossing his oven mitts to the side, Dean cut a slice and wordlessly slid the plate to Cas. Cas stared at him like he had two heads. “Figured you might want to try it,” he said. “See what the molecules taste like.” In truth, he was stalling. He didn’t know what to say to Cas, how to share his recent epiphany that yes, he was jealous, and yes, he did like his best friend, and yes, he was panicking a little.

Cas looked like he had a few questions, but he took the plate. “Thank you,” he said.

“No problem.” Dean’s hands were sweating as he served himself his own slice and sat down across from Cas. He had been hungry before, but now his stomach clenched in anxiety, too many words rolling around in his head with no coherency.

Cas picked up his fork and Dean figured the best way to start was with the truth.

“Don’t go,” he blurted out.

Cas paused, fork poised midair. “What?”

Dean’s face flushed, but it was either speak now or regret it forever. “I know I said you should leave with Zara, but I didn’t mean it.”

Cas slowly lowered his fork, and it seemed speaking a few words broke down a wall in Dean’s mind because the rest came flooding out.

“I know I can be a real dick,” he said, “and I know I don’t know anything about gardening or agriculture, and I know I’ve been acting weird lately, but it’s because I really don’t want Zara to take you away from us. And maybe that’s selfish on my end—no, I know it is. But she doesn’t know you, really know you! And I do. I’ve known you forever and you’re my best friend and also maybe I wish we were more.” His face heated further, and he quickly added, “It’s alright if you don’t want more, that’s fine, just forget this conversation, but the main point is that I don’t want you to leave. I mean that. Please stay.”

Cas’ gaze had turned serious during Dean’s rambling, and Dean stopped there, heart pounding, mouth dry. He hadn’t expected to say all that, but he realized he meant what he’d said. Had meant all of it for a long time now, even if he’d been pretending not to. And maybe it was too late to tell Cas now. But he’d finally said it.

“Dean,” Cas said, and Dean braced himself for the I’m sorry, but... The, you suck and I’m leaving with Zara. Or even, you want more? That’s absurd. Why the hell would we ever be more than friends?

But what Cas said, instead, was, “I thought you wanted me to leave.”

Dean stared at him. And, yeah, he guessed he had told Cas to leave. But Cas should know by now that he was an idiot who usually said the wrong things. “I didn’t mean it,” he said. “I’ll go crazy if you leave, honest. I can’t…” He thought about how empty the bunker felt when Cas left for even a day, thought about how much it killed him to see Cas with Zara, and said, almost desperately, “I can’t do that. You leaving.”

Cas’ gaze had softened and his voice was quiet when he asked, “What do you mean by more?”

Dean’s heartbeat kicked up and he stared at his plate. Fuck. What did he mean? “I don’t know. Well, maybe I do. I just…” He took a deep breath and met Cas’ eyes. “I just want to be with you. Romantically, or whatever. More than just being friends.” He held Cas’ gaze even though his heart was pounding and a tiny voice in his brain screamed, abort mission, because it felt like such a relief to get the words out, albeit awkward and stilted.

Cas studied him and Dean’s pulse hammered in his chest as he waited for inevitable rejection. Instinct told him to backtrack, but now that he’d voiced everything, it seemed like torture to have to carry it all inside him again. He didn’t know how he’d done it for years.

Then Cas spoke. “I want more too,” he said, like it was the easiest thing to say in the world.

Dean stared at him. “You do?” he managed, and Cas nodded.

“I was never going to leave, Dean. This,” he gestured around them. “This is my home. Here with you. I want to be with you too.”

“Oh,” Dean breathed. Cas never was going to leave. He started to feel a little ridiculous for his panicked pie baking, but a smile tugged at the corner of Cas’ mouth and Dean started smiling too. Cas wanted more.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” he asked and Cas nodded. He started pushing his chair back, then Dean was standing and meeting him by his chair.

Raising his hand, he touched Cas’ cheek. He was feeling a little dizzy from the remarkable change of events in so short a time, but the look in Cas’ eyes anchored him. This is what he wanted, had been wanting.

Cas’ eyes fell shut when he leaned down to kiss him, and Dean smiled a little before pressing his lips to Cas’, finally.

His brain short circuited a little when Cas kissed him back, and it was a second before he could process the way Cas was pressing up close to him, hands gripping at his shirt. Slipping his arms around Cas’ waist, he pulled him flush, chest to chest. Cas made a small noise in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck. Dean’s head spun.

They kissed until Dean couldn’t catch his breath, until he felt weak at the knees. He let out a breathless laugh when they broke apart, and Cas smiled at him.

“I’ve wanted more for a long time,” he said. “I didn’t think you did too.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean kissed him again, pausing to say, “I guess I just never admitted it to myself.”

“And you realized this while making pie?” Cas asked, gesturing to the dish on the table.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted, a little sheepishly. “But better late than never, right?”

“Right,” Cas said with a smile and kissed him.

Dean kissed him back, then took his hand, tugged him to the hallway. Cas followed easily, smiling, and Dean couldn’t resist kissing him again along the way.

They eventually made it to Dean’s bedroom, but Cas paused when Dean grabbed the doorknob. “Hold on.”

Letting go of Dean’s hand, he went to the room where Zara was staying and knocked on her door.

After a few moments, she opened it in a silk nightgown. “Why, hello, Castiel,” she said smiling. “What a surprise.”

“I need you to annul our engagement,” Cas said and Zara’s smile froze. Dean bit back a grin. “Now,” Cas added.

“I—Um. I thought we would discuss this further at a later time. Perhaps allow you more time to decide—”

“I’ve decided.” Cas motioned to Dean, and Zara leaned out to see him standing there. Dean waved. “My home is here.”

Zara blinked at them and Dean stepped forward. “What he means is,” he snaked his hand around Cas’ waist, “he’s taken.”

Cas grinned at him and Zara looked mildly stricken, staring back and forth between them. Then resignation spread over her features and she smiled a little. “I see.” Waving her hand, she said, “Well, then. Consider yourself free of our engagement.”

“Thank you,” Cas said.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do to repay your hospitality. And I won’t stand in the way of true love.” She started to shut her door, then paused, looking at Dean, “And since I seem to be single once again, please tell your brother he is welcome to visit my kingdom anytime.” With a wink, she shut her door, and Dean stared at it for a moment.

“I don’t wanna unpack all that.” He looked at Cas and smiled a little. “You sure you don’t wanna marry her?”

Cas rolled his eyes. “I’m sure.” And, as if to prove his point, he kissed Dean again. Then he pulled back to meet Dean's eyes. "You haven't been jealous all this time, have you?"

"No," Dean said. Cas' eyes narrowed and Dean admitted, "Maybe a little." Okay, maybe a lot.

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years ago

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That was really something, huh Sebastian? Great fic!!

Age gap filth with Seb pls😩 innocent!reader and overstimulation

principesă ✪ s. stan

summary | you meet your idol, sebastian stan, outside of his hotel. when he realizes you’re just an innocent little doll, he decides to take you back with him.

warnings | innocent reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex, naivety, age gap (reader is 19), masturbation, vaginal sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, daddy kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, edging, hair pulling kink, choking kink, rough sex, absolute filth, + more?, SMUT, 18+

pairings | sebastian stan x innocent!reader

a/n | fan!innocent!reader x sebastian (this isn’t dark, seb just really cares for you)

Sebastian ushered you into his hotel room, before following behind. He shut the door behind you and watched you adoringly. You looked around the lavish room in awe. “You can admire the place all you want, but I don’t want you to go home alone, alright? Stay the night, please?” He reasoned, taking you into his bedroom.

You naively followed him, trusting him completely. “But why? Why do you want me to stay safe?” You curiously pondered. “Because you’re my innocent principesă, and I don’t want anything to happen to you” he reasoned, his hand moving up towards your face.

His thumb lovingly stroked your cheek, and you felt tingly at your apex. Your brows furrowed together, confused as to why you were feeling that way. It wasn’t the first time. The first time was when you watch Sebastian fight as the Winter Soldier, and you felt tingly throughout the whole movie. Sometimes, after you watched his movies your panties would be wet, for some odd reason.

You looked around the room and found that there was only one bed, which was for Sebastian. He sensed your realization and caressed your hand with his other one. “We can share principesă, you can trust me” he smiled, feeling a bit guilty. He was almost taking advantage of your innocence, but at least it was him instead of some creep.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be rude and take up your bed” you questioned, rubbing your thighs together to try and alleviate the tingles. But they only grew stronger. Sebastian watched and cleared his throat, feeling a rush of blood flow down to his cock. “I’m sure principesă” he reassured.

His voice was husky, dominating, and it had you rubbing your thighs even harder. You couldn’t control yourself, and neither could Sebastian. He tilted your head up and pressed a kiss to your lips. He moved his lips against yours, and you tried to keep up with him. You had no idea what you were doing, but you were trying.

Sebastian’s hand moved between your legs and he rubbed your pussy through your panties. “What a naughty little girl, hmm? Wearing just her soaking panties under such a short dress” he teases, making you whimper. Your legs had a slight tremor to them as he touched you, and you felt weak in the knees. He laid you back into the bed and pulled away from the kiss. He wasn’t going to stop, even if you were begging him to.

His hand pulled the dress off your body, but in shreds. Your tits bounced out, making you shy away from embarrassment. He chuckled and leaned down to suck a pebbled nub into his mouth. Your back arched off the bed and you whimpered softly. “W-Why does it feel so good?” You asked, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“Because your body loves me, my little principesă” he smirked up at you. You were only left in your panties, which were evidently soaking with your arousal. He moved down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. When he was facing his pussy you tried to shut your legs, embarrassed of the scenario you were in. It was seldom to all the fanfiction you had read about him that left you with tingles and butterflies.

You felt your heart clamour in your chest as he pressed kisses on your inner thigh. “I would go down on you, principesă, but tonight it seems like we’re both a bit too eager” he pulled down your panties and the feeling of his lips on your thighs lingered. There was no way you were going to forget about it. “Fuck, principesă, you’re soaked. All because of me, right?” He smirked as he looked up at you. You whimpered and nodded your head, looking away.

Eye contact was too intimate for this. “Daddy never said you could look away, principesă” he spoke with absolute dominance, which made you squirm slightly. You looked back at him and he no longer was the soft Romanian actor you adored. He pulled off his clothes and you watched him with no shame. You could see the bulge through his boxers, but you didn’t know what it was. “What’s that?” You innocently asked, pointing at his large erection.

He gave a sultry chuckle and slowly pulled down his boxers. His large cock was revealed, and you still were confused. “This is Daddy’s cock, and Daddy is gonna fill you up with it. You would like that, wouldn’t you, principesă? My little needy girl” he husked. You bit your lip at the size, how was something so large going to fit you?

He pushed your thighs all the way up to your chest, making you hold them in place. You watched as he stroked his cock a few times, his face frowning in pleasure. “Fuck, principesă, you’re all spread out for your Daddy, aren’t you? Say it.” He bemoans, and you watch him suck his bottom lip in. “I- I’m all spread o- out for my D- Daddy!” You sputter, feeling an overcome of excitement. Adrenaline courses through your veins, and Sebastian simply smirks.

He can see the neediness in your eyes. He trails a digit up and down your soaking, sensitive folds. His finger found your pearl of nerves, and you immediately jerked when he put pressure on it. “T- That feels weird” you admitted, but you still wanted more. “Call me Daddy, principesă” he growls, pushing down harder on your clit. You squeal and try to move away, the sensation was too much. He growled and pulled you back to him, this time rubbing your clit in hard ministrations. You moaned at the feeling, not at all embarrassed at how good it felt.

He stroked his cock faster, and his movements on your clit sped up. “Daddy! I feel like I need to use the washroom!” You whimpered. “No baby, you’re gonna cum. Don’t you wanna cum for Daddy?” he cooes, and you feeling even more wetness drool out of your hole. He stroked his cock as he slowed down his digit on your clit. You whined as the pleasure got weaker, making him let out a sultry chuckle.

“You wanna know what Daddy really think/ of you, Pisoi? Well I'll tell you. You’re nothing more than a jucărie dracu that I can dispose of once I’m bored of you. The only thing you are to me is my own curvă personală. So, be glad that I’m giving you any of my spermă.” You didn’t understand, but when he sped up his finger on your clit — you mewled and nodded. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Cum for Daddy” he growls, making your cunt spasm. You felt wetness gush out of your cunt, electricity running throughout your body. Your heart clamoured in your chest and you moaned continuously.

Sebastian moaned as white ropes of cum painted your pussy. The warm, foreign feeling made you moan. His finger scooped some up and he opened your jaw. “Say ‘ah’ principesă” he cooes. You opened wide and he stuck his finger into your mouth. “C’mon, suck Daddy’s finger clean” he demanded. You obediently did so, lapping up his cum from his finger. You didn’t know what you were doing, but his asserting nods made you grin like the Cheshire Cat. The musky, yet salty taste filled your mouth, and you didn’t know if you wanted more or not.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth and stroked your cheek. You smiled, but when he pulled his hand away your grin fell. He lightly slapped your cheek, making you whimper. “Such a good little slut” he muttered against your lips. He situated himself between your legs, his hands groping your gorgeous swells. He pinched your nipples and twirled them between his fingers, making your back arch off the bed. You pushed your chest towards Sebastian involuntarily, a way of begging for more.

“Patience, principesă” he pulled his fingers away and reach down his body. His cock was still impressively hard as he dragged it up and down your pussy. You jerked and tremors were sent through your body. “Daddy! Feels so good!” You mewled pathetically, hey still confused at your body’s reaction. You felt his large hand wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides. You grabbed his wrist tightly, but you didn’t try to pry his hand off.

It was new, debauched, yet you didn’t mind. All the air in your lungs left as his cock filled you up with no warning. He pulled out all the way, before snapping his hips forward. He set a relentless pace, your grunts and moans filling the room along with the smell of sex. He fucked you hard, his cock poking at your cervix every now and then. “Fuck yes. You love getting fucked, huh? You love Daddy taking away your innocent” He grunted, squeezing your neck a little tighter.

You nodded your head at his words, your legs tightening around his waist. Black dots sported your vision, and you thought you were going to pass out under him. He pulled his hand away from your neck and slapped you on the face, making you squeal. Your cunt clenched around his thick cock, and he slapped you again. You shouted, “Daddy!”, and came all over his cock. Your release hit you like a truck, and it was almost painful. Your entire body shook, and you knew that the other guests in the hotel hated you both.

Sebastian continued to fuck you through your orgasm, making you overstimulated. You babbled absolute nonsense, making him chuckle. “Daddy, it’s too much!” You cried out as if you were in agony. “Be quiet, or else Daddy is gonna have to pull out and put you over my knee. I’ll spank your ass raw, do you understand?” He spoke, stopping his thrusts. You pouted and nodded.

“Good girl” he praised, before turning you onto your stomach. He pulled you onto your knees and watched your count clench around nothing. He filled you up in one motion, making you moan his name. His fist tangled itself in your hair whilst he fucked you hard. His balls slapped against your sensitive clit again and again. He tugged on your hair harshly, the feeling sending you over the edge. You gushed your release all over his cock, some of it getting on the sheets.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” He asked, pulling his hand out of your hair. His thrusts became more powers and you felt pleasure searing through your abdomen once again. “Yes! Yes Daddy!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face. The overstimulation melted your mind, and you came all over again. You squirted everywhere, on yourself, on the bed and on Sebastian.

“Fuck that’s so hot, you fucking squirted everywhere!” He shouted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He slapped your ass a few times and watched it ripple back at him. He grapped you by the throat and pulled you up against his bare chest. Your back had the meanest arch and he began to slow down his thrusts, edging the both of you.

You whined loudly, craving another orgasm. He tilted your head back and spat on your face, before snapping his hips into you. You both came at the same time. You gushed around his cock as his warm cum painted your inner walls. You moaned at the sensation, savouring it before he pulled out. He laid you back on the bed, before laying down next to you. You felt his cum trickle out of your channel and onto your leg.

He pushed his cock back into you, plugging you up with his cum. “Can’t have any of it spilling out, or else I won’t be able to breed you properly” he smiled down at you. You grinned back up at him, admiring his steel blue eyes. “But we aren’t done for tonight, principesă”.

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gyll-yee-haw · 4 years ago

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Hi babes 🥺 , So this my first time asking if u could, (If u want to) write a little Hc or whatever u want of Daddy Dom Jake trying to ask reader for cuddles or kisses because he needs some luvin but doesn’t know how to ask 🥺 I love your writing u are one of my favorites💞 and I hope ur having a good day :))

Hi, babesss! It's an honor to write something for you, you've been here for so long making my posts better with your reactions pics 😭❤

So... it got quite long. Like 2.5k words... but you deserve it. Hope you like it!

Warnings: some kind of friends with benefits/sugar daddy energy, daddy kink, commitment issues, mentions of toys, spitting, slaping, Jake being a sad boy :(

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Let's say that you and Jake had a connection that was just too strong to ignore

But none of you were looking for something complicated at that moment of your lives

You could still have fun, though

Go on dates, laugh, dance, spend some money

And, of course.. if you wanted someone to fuck you hard, he was just the kind

So you started some kind of relationship that couldn't even be called friends with benefits, cause you weren't exactly friends

He would call you and tell you to be ready at 8pm and you better be

Then he would take you out

Some fancy restaurant or a night club

He would tell you what to wear cause he wanted to show you off

And you had him just that easy too

A pic in your new lingerie or nothing at all and he was already at your door step

I'm taking about fucking on club bathrooms

Touching in public

Motels

Cars

Or maybe at home, if you weren't in the mood to go out

But it wasn't some relaxing evening at home, like, watching a movie, ordering pizza and smiley make out sessions after a bottle of wine

It was all about him having you on a leash, literally

Down on all fours for him

Heavy degradation

"Beg for my cock, that's all I wanna hear from you, slut."

And he wasn't afraid to spent money on you. Every single night you went to his house there was something new for you. I'm obviously not talking about flowers or diamonds. I'm talking about lingerie for him to tear off. Toys. All kinds of toys… from vibrators to all sizes of plugs

He was so rough to you that he wouldn't even call you "babygirl", your name was slut. Babygirl is too sweet, he doesn't do that…

And if you dared calling him anything but "daddy", you were in trouble. Not even Jake. Only daddy. Didn't matter if you were in the bedroom or in front of other people. He would make you call him daddy in front of the waiter at a restaurant, for example

His life was definitely nothing but pleasure and power since you came along. Felt like a dream

But he was so miserable

He was miserable when he woke up alone

When he ate alone

When he listened to love songs on the radio

He was alone all the time. Even when he was surrounded by his family and friends

But he noticed it was different when you were around

When he saw your face, he felt some kind of warmth… not like warmth from the fire and the lust

Warmth as in... comfort. Like he forgot how much his life sucked when you weren't with him

And the minute you left, it was like you took all the light with you, all he could do was crawl into the darkness and wait until you came back

And while you didn't, he would think about you 24/7

Buy you new stuff and plan what he would do to you

Sometimes he wanted to call you and ask you to come over, but he wasn't horny at all and he would be absolutely incapable of getting hard, cause he was so fucking sad

Imagine how humiliating that would be, though? So he didn't call

He wouldn't admit he liked your presence. He acted like all he liked was your pussy and thats it

Something deep inside him was changing

He thought it was the sadness that was turning him soft

But it was obviously you

And you noticed there was something wrong on the day you were on his bed, had your ass up for him, and he flipped you over

It was weird. You had tried so many different positions, but he ALWAYS fucked you from behind

The closer to eye contact you got was when you sucked him off

Now there you were. Missionary position. Of course, his hand squeezing your throat at his movements were rough, but still… it was some new kind of intimacy. Your bodies were closer than ever and he kissed your lips 80% of the time

You thought about that night for so long. It was so good. So intense… and he couldn't get it off his mind either. The way he saw your eyes rolling back and you moaned loudly, because that was probably the best way to hit that special spot inside you... and he was facing you the whole time… he watched how desperate you were and how hard you were coming, clenching around him, legs shaking and he wanted to say something like "Shhh baby it's okay, I got you…"

Thank God he was able to hold himself back, huh?

Yeah, he kinda did. But that night changed everything

Maybe the next thing he bought you wasn't an anal plug, but a pretty dress

Like not an scandalous dress to show you off, but something he genuinely thought you would like, he wanted to see you smile

And he took you to the movies when you wore it for the first time

He kept his hands to himself during all movie, while you eagerly waited for something risky to happen in the dark

And then you walked out of the cinema

His hand holding yours

Walking around the city talking about the movie plot and not about your tits

You knew absolutely everything about each other's body, but definitely nothing about each other's soul

And that nice evening changed that. He told you a few things about himself, but nothing too personal. He was still extremely close. He liked to hear you talk, though. He listened very carefully. Asked questions. Laughed and felt a huge admiration during your stories

It had a real first date energy

Then he drove you home and didn't come inside

Both of you were confused. You spent the whole night trying to figure his new game out. And he just crawled deeper into his own darkness. If he wasn't sure that he was in love with you yet, after that date, he knew he was completely fucked

He planned on disappearing for a while. Only until he forgot about his feelings. Maybe see someone else

But the mere thought of being inside someone who wasn't you disgusted him

He managed to stay away for 2 weeks. No texts, no calls. You thought you had lost him. You tried to find a reason why he wasn't attracted to you anymore... He didn't have sex with you the last time cause he was only trying to say goodbye. But he was never that good with words

And at this very moment there was probably another woman in his bed

You were so angry that you didn't dare to call him

It was like you forgot how many times he spit on your face and overestimated you until you cried (not that those weren't great times too). All you remember was that one time he fucked you on a way that felt like he actually cared about you. Like he would make love to you one day. But that was only another one of his tricks to humiliate you. And it hurts more than when he used to spank you

You were convinced that you had enough. That if you saw him on the street one day, you wouldn't even look at his face

But the minute his name finally appeared on your phone again, you picked up eagerly

His voice was sweet. He called you by your actual name

He asked if he could pick you up

Not like he used to do: "You better be there"

He said "please"

And you were scared. You missed the times you knew exactly where this would end. When you would use each other's body, get dressed and leave. But now? You had no idea what he had in mind. Or what YOU had in mind when you said yes… but you said yes

And at the exact time he said he would be there, he was there

You got into the car and smiled at him

He looked like a complete mess. There was something wrong with him… for a moment you felt guilty for hating him when he stopped calling

Maybe he just had problems and wasn't in the mood for sex

Judging by the look on his face, he clearly wasn't. So what were you doing there? Another movie night?

Apparently not. He drove you to his house

He held your hand as you walked in and guided you to his bedroom

He stood in front of the bed and looked at you for a moment

"You're so beautiful, have I ever told you that?" He sighed, caressing your cheek with his fingers

"Yeah, you called me pretty little fucktoy once or twice." You shrugged

You made that joke to relieve the tension. He wasn't the kind of guy who would caress your cheek on a normal day. But your joke seemed to make him feel worse

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking at any corner of that room, anywhere but your eyes

"Don't be." You assured him. "We agreed on this. That's us. It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess." He chuckled. "We're pretty fucked up, aren't we?"

"That's why we get along." You agreed

He clearly had something stuck on his throat, but he wouldn't say it, so you tried to change the subject

"So what's tonight's plan?" You asked

He looked like he was about to suggest something outrageous. But, honestly? After all you had already done in that exact place where you stood at that moment… you couldn't imagine what would be so shocking

"Would you mind spending the night?" He asked nervously

"Well, your own rules say we aren't supposed to sleep on the same bed, but..." You watched him curiously. "If you want me to, I'll stay."

He nodded and thanked you with his eyes

It was an unusual request, but it still wasn't what he was trying to ask

"What should I do now, daddy? Do you have something for me? For me to put on for you?" You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck

His arms were crossed on his chest, and they hesitated for a moment

He was supposed to place his hands on your waist or on your ass and throw you on the bed

But instead, his arms wrapped around you on a hug. Yes, a hug. You were confused, but you enjoyed every second of it. He was so soft, so comforting. Even though he was pretty lost. He pulled you as close as possible and hugged you so tightly that you felt like he was gonna break you

"Okay, stop, hey…" You pushed him away and took at step back

His body felt cold without you. His heart broke. The look on his eyes could hurt the most heartless person in the world

"Listen." You told him. "I'm not gonna let you play with me like this. I know you must be going through a really hard time right now, and I'd love to help, but… I can't do this. Cause when everything goes back to normal, I won't be able to stand this, Jake. You're too fucking important to me, don't do this, please… don't give me hope."

"Do you have hope?" He asked. "That I can be good to you?"

"You are good to me, Jake." You replied. "In our own fucked up way."

"Yeah, but that's exactly what's wrong with me right now." He admitted. "I fell in love with you. I want things to change, but I'm just as scared as you are."

You didn't know what to say

Love? Was that why you were angry at him? Did you fall in love too?

"What are we gonna do now?" You asked. You were terrified he would tell you that you couldn't keep seeing each other. You just learned that two weeks away from him are too hard, you couldn't imagine your whole life without him

"I don't know." He sighed. He was exhausted, looked like he haven't slept these days. "I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow, or after that, I just know that I need you here tonight. And I don't wanna fuck you, I just want you close. Just need your love."

He felt physically lighter after getting that off his chest

You smiled at him and sat on his bed, taking your shoes off

You crawled to the center of the bed and patted the spot next to you

It was a relief. Finally. That's all he needed

He joined you and you both just lay down there, staring at the ceiling for a while

Like you were two teenagers who had a crush on each other and were sharing a bed for the first time

Like he never absolutely wrecked you in there

You rested your head on his chest and his arms automatically wrapped around you

As time passed, you (specially him) started to get more comfortable

Before you knew, you were there, kissing each other's noses, cheeks, chins, lips… smiling and saying the sweetest things

You didn't know that side of him, maybe not even he did

Then you fell asleep in each other's arms

When you woke up, he was looking at you with a new sparkle in his eyes

He definitely wasn't that same broken man you saw the night before

"Be my girlfriend?" He asked after you had barely opened your eyes

"Good morning." You laughed

"Oh no, I already wasted too much time." He laughed too

"So what's the new deal? What comes with that title?" You asked

"More night like this. Some like the old ones too." He smirked. "You're gonna be officially introduced to my family and will have to go through a lot of boring and awkward meetings... oh, we can also hold hands in the park? Sounds romantic, I don't know. Fuck deals. Let's just figure this out together, okay?"

"Sounds wonderful." You smiled and kissed his lips. "Call your mom, ask her what's for dinner."

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majesticbrownjawn · 4 years ago

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I was almost done writing this when I came across this post that’s a perfect for this little jawn.

Drive-Thru

Rated: NSFW 😈

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“Watch where you’re going, babe. You gone fuck my shit up.”

She’d nearly hit a stopped car in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite fast food spot. The line was wrapped around the building.

“Well that’s what you get for making me drive. You know I hate driving,” she pouted.

Erik simply raised a brow at her and pointed to the boot on his foot. He broke it trying to break her fall. He told her it wasn’t a good idea to climb her ass on the counter and stand on it to reach the top shelf of plates. But he still flew to her rescue when he saw her wobbling, not knowing the floor was wet from a glass of water she spilled on her climb up. She regained her balance before she fell but he instead cascaded to the floor with a loud thud. He hobbled on his foot for a week before she made him go to the doctor. That was yesterday.

She felt guilty about it, which is why she was the one driving and not him like always. But she didn’t have any less of an attitude about it than she normally would.

“Cool ya puss, baby...” He gripped up as much of her thigh as he could squeeze. The short, thin, baby doll dress she wore made it easy. “...before I cool it for you.”

She huffed in frustration at him telling her to chill but also because his warm, rough hands had worked her up that quick. They always did, no matter the time or place. Even in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite chicken spot.

“But Eriiiiiiik-,” she whined.

“Hush,” he whispered as he leaned over and nuzzled his face in her neck, attaching his supple lips to her. She soon realized the attention to her neck was merely a distraction when she felt two fingers gently pressing against either side of her clit.

“Fuh-fuck, Erik.” Her fingers dug into his forearm but it did nothing to stop him from making circles up, down and around her sensitive bundle. She let out a silent scream when his thick finger slid between her engorged pussy lips and went inside her.

“That’s what I thought. Shut the fuck up.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, vigorously nodding her head like the good girl she was.

They were so wrapped up in each other that they missed the car in front of them moving up in the line. A honk from another car momentarily brought them out of the lusty haze they created within the confines of his SUV.

“Think you can pull up with two of my fingers inside you?”

He slid another digit in before she could reply. The surprise and pleasure of his action shot a jolt of pleasure through her body, causing her foot to hit the gas pedal unexpectedly. She had to slam on the brakes to not hit the car in front of them.

“Careful baby. I’d hate to have to chastise you for fucking up my car...but then again, I’d love to punish yo thick ass right now, especially after what happened to my foot.”

“But daddyyyy—“ so much pressure was building from the work of his fingers inside her that her vision was blurring. “You said—you said you didn’t blame me.”

He used the pad of his other thumb to wipe a single tear from the apple of her cheek. The guilt and pleasure she was experiencing was too much.

“I don’t blame you, baby. But next time imma let cho hard-headed ass fall.” Erik’s head nodded to the front of the car. “Time to order. You know what I want.”

“Welcome to Clucky’s, what can I get you today?” The voice from the intercom was bright and clear.

“Umm, hi,” she replied with shaky breath. “Can I get a number threeee?”

Erik decided in that moment he’d latch himself to her nipple. He didn’t even bother to lift her dress up. The warm breath of his mouth seeped through the material, completely overwhelming her senses.

“Is that all, ma’am?”

“Order my shit,” he demanded in her ear as his thumb flicked at her clit tirelessly.

“And a number 10, please.”

“Look at this pussy, got you creaming down my fingers. You wishing it was daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

“Did you say cream, ma’am? We don’t sell coffee after breakfast.” The cashier obviously heard Erik’s nasty ass.

“Uhhh I mean mayo, shit!” She said, trying to cover it up, embarrassed.

She quickly closed the window and lifted her dress, whimpering as she watched his fingers go in and out of her. The milky, creamy wetness she produced was having a serious effect on her man too. Her eyes traveled over to the ever-growing pipe in his joggers, yearning for her hands, begging to feel as good as her pussy felt right now. His eyes caught hers and gave her a silent warning not to touch him. She ignored it and reached over anyway, gently massaging the bulb of his dick over his sweats. He grunted in pleasure, despite the look of disapproval on his face. She couldn’t help herself. She loved to make daddy feel as good as he made her feel.

“Ok babygirl, since you don't want to listen, you better make me cum before we get to the window or imma bend your ass over the trunk and fuck you in the parking lot. You want everybody to see me wrecking yo shit?”

Part of her did. And he knew it.

Her cheeks burned at the thought of Erik fucking her pussy with dozens of eyes on them but the thought of other women looking at him in the lustful, longing way she did filled her with unwarranted jealousy. A jealousy that made her pussy all the more slippery. To know women wanted him but he only wanted her was a turn-on itself. He knew how her mind worked and that the words he said would have the exact effect on her that they did.

“Aye—“ he pinched her hardened nipple to bring her back to the moment. “Make me cum.”

She was excited and nervous. Erik had the stamina of a marathon runner. The nigga never came fast, her begging him to ‘please nut’ was a frequent occurrence during their lovemaking. Now he was demanding she make him cum in a matter of minutes, and now the line was actually moving past a snail’s pace. Sis was running out of time.

She widened her plush thighs to give Erik more access and a better view. He always praised the beauty of the deep brown to bright pink ombré of her pussy when he was in it. It was a start, but she’d certainly have to do a lot more.

“Daddy, why’s your dick so hard all of a sudden?” she asked innocently, sliding her delicate hand into his pants and pulling out all 8.75inches. She gasped at the sight of it. Seeing it in the daytime with rays of sunlight shining on it was a sight to behold. “Is that my fault too?”

The only answer she received was the visible tightening of Erik’s jaw and beads of precum slowly trickling from his tip. She moved his natural lube around him, focusing on the head of his dick, knowing it was his most sensitive area. Her hand cupped the soft skin of his tip and made circular motions around it while he continued finger-fucking her.

“Ooo shit Erik, that feels so good baby. Can you add another finger, please?” His eyes bulged and she felt his dick twitch in her hand. “Fuck daddy, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum so soon...thank you daddy, thank you... You’re making me cum so hard for you, I can’t take it...fuck I can’t...fuhhhhhkk!!”

Her hand momentarily paused the work it was doing on Erik’s dick as she came, but that didn’t stop her from noticing the rapid pulsing of it as she orgasmed. Her daddy loved to watch her cum with his thick fingers inside of her.

“That’s my pretty baby, get that good nut.” The sound of his voice with his fingers still filling her hole had her wanting her another cum, but it was his turn.

“Can I make you cum now, daddy?”

“You better. We’re almost at the window.”

She glanced down at his hand inside of her and gently pulled out his fingers, her aroma filling the confined space even more. Erik closed his eyes and deepened his back into the seat, the smell of her bringing him to that familiar, blissful state she and her pussy always put him in. His moment of calm was quickly lifted when he felt his own hand sliding up and down his dick. Erik looked down to see his babygirl’s hand over his using the juices from his fingers—from her pussy—to wet his dick up.

“You nasty, clever little slut—you making daddy use his own hand to cum? Hmm?”

“Please don't be mad daddy. I’m helping, see?” She guided his hand back to her glossy pussy and scooped out more of her sticky cum and made him stroke himself with her juices again. This resourceful bitch. He smiled proudly at her, his eyelids slowly fluttering from their collaborative stroke.

She leaned over to him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into her for a slow, lazy kiss. She dominated it and him in a way that was rare for her. They moaned into each other with need as she continued the swift cycle of wetting his fingers with her pussy and jacking his dick.

“Mmmm daddy, I think imma cum again…” she whispered against his lips.

“Do it. My baby deserves another nut.”

“I do? Cuz I’m a good girl for you?” She kept up her motions on them.

“Yes. Only for me. My good girl with the pretty kitty.”

She unexpectedly bent down to deep throat Erik. The taste of herself on his dick excited her. She gagged on his thick member a few times before looking up at him and letting out a mangled “I love you.” He held her head in place as he exploded in her mouth, cum escaping out the sides as she desperately tried to swallow it all. When she was done, he pulled her back up to his lips and kissed her gently, despite his heavy breathing. He released her in time for her to pull up to the window.

“Sorry for the wait ma’am. Y’all had the number three and—“

Her eyes followed the cashier’s line of vision back into the car and straight into Erik’s lap, where his dick stood erect against his stomach.

“The fuck you looking at? You ain’t never seen a dick before?!” Erik’s girl’s attitude and acute jealousy was unmatched. It was part of the reason he stayed on hard for her. She was like him in a lot of ways, just wrapped in a fluffier , cuter package.

“Baby, chill,” he requested softly. She yanked their food from the cashier and sped off without paying.

“...and what the fuck you mean ‘baby chill’ you the one with cha damn dick out in the middle of a drive-thru!”

“You pulled it out though.”

“Whatever nigga, I’m never driving again. Fuck this and fuck you!”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

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hansensgirl · 5 years ago

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Age gap filth with Seb pls😩 innocent!reader and overstimulation

principesă ✪ s. stan

summary | you meet your idol, sebastian stan, outside of his hotel. when he realizes you’re just an innocent little doll, he decides to take you back with him.

pairings | sebastian stan x innocent!reader

a/n | fan!innocent!reader x sebastian (this isn’t dark, seb just really cares for you)

You naively followed him, trusting him completely. “But why? Why do you want me to stay safe?” You curiously pondered. “Because you’re my innocent principesă, and I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he reasoned, his hand moving up towards your face.

You looked around the room and found that there was only one bed, which was for Sebastian. He sensed your realization and caressed your hand with his other one. “We can share principesă, you can trust me,” he smiled, feeling a bit guilty. He was almost taking advantage of your innocence, but at least it was him instead of some creep.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be rude and take up your bed,” you questioned, rubbing your thighs together to try and alleviate the tingles. But they only grew stronger. Sebastian watched and cleared his throat, feeling a rush of blood flow down to his cock. “I’m sure principesă,” he reassured.

Sebastian’s hand moved between your legs and he rubbed your pussy through your panties. “What a naughty little girl, hmm? Wearing just her soaking panties under such a short dress,” he teases, making you whimper. Your legs had a slight tremor to them as he touched you, and you felt weak in the knees. He laid you back into the bed and pulled away from the kiss. He wasn’t going to stop, even if you were begging him to.

“Because your body loves me, my little principesă,” he smirked up at you. You were only left in your panties, which were evidently soaking with your arousal. He moved down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. When he was facing his pussy you tried to shut your legs, embarrassed of the scenario you were in. It was seldom to all the fanfiction you had read about him that left you with tingles and butterflies.

You felt your heart clamour in your chest as he pressed kisses on your inner thigh. “I would go down on you, principesă, but tonight it seems like we’re both a bit too eager,” he pulled down your panties and the feeling of his lips on your thighs lingered. There was no way you were going to forget about it. “Fuck, principesă, you’re soaked. All because of me, right?” He smirked as he looked up at you. You whimpered and nodded your head, looking away.

He gave a sultry chuckle and slowly pulled down his boxers. His large cock was revealed, and you still were confused. “This is Daddy’s cock, and Daddy is gonna fill you up with it. You would like that, wouldn’t you, principesă? My little needy girl,” he husked. You bit your lip at the size, how was something so large going to fit you?

He pushed your thighs all the way up to your chest, making you hold them in place. You watched as he stroked his cock a few times, his face frowning in pleasure. “Fuck, principesă, you love being all spread out for your Daddy, aren’t you? Say it,” he bemoans, and you watch him suck his bottom lip in. “I- I love being all spread o- out for my D- Daddy!” You sputter, feeling an overcome of excitement. Adrenaline courses through your veins, and Sebastian simply smirks.

He can see the neediness in your eyes. He trails a digit up and down your soaking, sensitive folds. His finger found your pearl of nerves, and you immediately jerked when he put pressure on it. “T- That feels weird,” you admitted, but you still wanted more. “Call me Daddy, principesă,” he growls, pushing down harder on your clit. You squeal and try to move away, the sensation was too much. He growled and pulled you back to him, this time rubbing your clit in hard ministrations. You moaned at the feeling, not at all embarrassed at how good it felt.

“You wanna know what Daddy really think of you, Pisoi? Well I'll tell you. You’re nothing more than a jucărie dracu that I can dispose of once I’m bored of you. The only thing you are to me is my own curvă personală. So, be glad that I’m giving you any of my spermă.” You didn’t understand, but when he sped up his finger on your clit — you mewled and nodded. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Cum for Daddy,” he growls, making your cunt spasm. You felt wetness gush out of your cunt, electricity running throughout your body. Your heart clamoured in your chest and you moaned continuously.

Sebastian moaned as white ropes of cum painted your pussy. The warm, foreign feeling made you moan. His finger scooped some up and he opened your jaw. “Say ‘ah’ principesă,” he cooes. You opened wide and he stuck his finger into your mouth. “C’mon, suck Daddy’s finger clean,” he demanded. You obediently did so, lapping up his cum from his finger. You didn’t know what you were doing, but his asserting nods made you grin like the Cheshire Cat. The musky, yet salty taste filled your mouth, and you didn’t know if you wanted more or not.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth and stroked your cheek. You smiled, but when he pulled his hand away your grin fell. He lightly slapped your cheek, making you whimper. “Such a good little slut,” he muttered against your lips. He situated himself between your legs, his hands groping your gorgeous swells. He pinched your nipples and twirled them between his fingers, making your back arch off the bed. You pushed your chest towards Sebastian involuntarily, a way of begging for more.

“Patience, principesă,” he pulled his fingers away and reach down his body. His cock was still impressively hard as he dragged it up and down your pussy. You jerked and tremors were sent through your body. “Daddy! Feels so good!” You mewled pathetically, hey still confused at your body’s reaction. You felt his large hand wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides. You grabbed his wrist tightly, but you didn’t try to pry his hand off.

It was new, debauched, yet you didn’t mind. All the air in your lungs left as his cock filled you up with no warning. He pulled out all the way, before snapping his hips forward. He set a relentless pace, your grunts and moans filling the room along with the smell of sex. He fucked you hard, his cock poking at your cervix every now and then. “Fuck yes. You love getting fucked, huh? You love Daddy taking away your innocence,” He grunted, squeezing your neck a little tighter.

You nodded your head at his words, your legs tightening around his waist. Black dots sported your vision, and you thought you were going to pass out under him. He pulled his hand away from your neck and slapped you on the face, making you squeal. Your cunt clenched around his thick cock, and he slapped you again. You shouted “Daddy,” and came all over his cock. Your release hit you like a truck, and it was almost painful. Your entire body shook, and you knew that the other guests in the hotel hated you both.

“Good girl,” he praised, before turning you onto your stomach. He pulled you onto your knees and watched your count clench around nothing. He filled you up in one motion, making you moan his name. His fist tangled itself in your hair whilst he fucked you hard. His balls slapped against your sensitive clit again and again. He tugged on your hair harshly, the feeling sending you over the edge. You gushed your release all over his cock, some of it getting on the sheets.

He pushed his cock back into you, plugging you up with his cum. “Can’t have any of it spilling out, or else I won’t be able to breed you properly,” he smiled down at you. You grinned back up at him, admiring his steel blue eyes. “But we aren’t done for tonight, principesă.”

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 4 years ago

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My mama is the best man in the universe...

For the lovely @marilynmonroefanfics 😍😍👄💕💕

Hope you’ll like it!

TW: Mentions of murder

"I swear to God that this case is gonna make me crazy!"

"Please, Detective, don't call out my father!"

Chloe pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed: currently, she and Lucifer worked on a murder case.

The victims, all members of a scientific research group, were burned to death, but it looked like the burning came from inside the bodies. An element that puzzles the detective, who sighed in defeat:

"Okay, so... What do you think about this case?"

"Mmmh... For sure, a mere human cannot do that. Unless he would be able to force his victims to swallow some combustible, strike a match, and... Burn baby, burn!"

"Very funny, Lucifer!"

"Pleasure's mine, dear Chloe!" retorted the demon with a seductive wink.

The detective rolled her eyes but can't help smiling at his antics: she knew he was only trying to light up her mood.

She reported her attention to the investigation file and said:

"According to our dear Ella, not a single trace of fuel was found in the victims' bodies. But how the killer can burn his victims to death?"

"Do you know what it means?"

"I'm afraid that we are dealing with a new case of a supernatural arsonist creature!" sighed the woman.

"I'm sorry to tell you that, but you're right!" answered the Devil with a comforting pat on her shoulder.

"After what I've seen before, nothing could surprise me anymore!"

"Well, you got the point!"

"Do you have an idea which creature can do that?"

Lucifer frowned, puzzled.

"It might be surprising, but this time, I don't know who can be the potential guilty!"

"I wish I know someone who can help us because this case is getting on my nerves!"

The fallen angel cogitated a long time before he exclaimed:

"Eureka! I know someone who can help us!"

"Really? Thank you! But who is this person?"

"Of course, my Mama!"

When she heard those words, Chloe quivered:

"What? You want to call your mother? After all the mess she did with you? She badly hurt you, remember..."

Lucifer bit his lip:

"Well, I was not talking about my birth mother. I explain myself. You see, Chloe, after my parents get separated, our mother rejected us. My siblings and I were raised by another person. He made my old man happy, and he treated us as if we were his own children."

The demon fondly smiled.

"He is very dear to me..."

"I can see it... Wait a minute: you said "he" are you sure you did not make a mistake?"

"No, you heard well: I was raised by two men!"

"Wait for a second... Do you just say that God is gay?"

"Bisexual would be more appropriate!"

Chloe shrugged.

"Well, after all I've been through since we met, I think that's not a big deal. Besides, if you say that your dad can help us, it suits me!"

She noticed how Lucifer seemed more relaxed after her statement.

"I'm happy to see that you're always open-minded!"

"You're welcome. Now, call your dad! We have a case to solve!"

"At your orders!" smirked the demon as he dialed the man who raised him.

Later, at Lucifer's penthouse.

Sitting on the comfortable couch, Chloe and Trixie watched with amusement Lucifer running around his penthouse, checking every room. Mazikeen, desperate by her boss's behavior, shook her head.

"Right, I put the whiskey on the table, and his favorite meals are here too... Where do I put the cake?"

"In the fridge, Lucifer!" answered Trixie, who chuckled.

"Ah yes: it is there!"

"Come on, Lucifer: it's your dad, not the Pope!" gently joked Chloe.

"I don't appreciate the mockery, Detective Decker!" growled Lucifer as he checked himself in the mirror.

"Don't take it personally, Chloe: he always gets stressed when it comes to his other father! He wants to be a good son with him," reassured Mazikeen.

"You know his other father?" asked the blonde woman.

"Indeed, yes. Lucifer's father number two is Petraeus, or Peter if you want, and he is a powerful being!"

"He is God's companion, so I think he might be as powerful as Him!"

"You're right. But I'm sure you're going to appreciate Petraeus. He is a brilliant man, you know. He is also smart and absolutely charming!"

"Well, I trust you."

"You can: he is more approachable than God!"

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. Lucifer stopped walking and muttered:

"Oh, hell! It's him!"

"Stop being alarmed: it's just your father! You know what? I'll open the door before you freak out in front of your dad!" smirked Mazi, who got up and walked at the door.

She opened the door and saw a dark-haired man with black eyes and fair skin. Dressed in an elegant white suit, the man smiled:

"Good evening, Mazikeen. It's been a long time."

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Master Petraeus."

"Don't be so formal! You can call me Peter, you know?"

"Sorry, a force of habit. But please, come in!"

Petraeus stepped in and said:

"Good evening, everyone!"

Lucifer rushed towards his father with open arms:

"Good evening, Papa!"

"My sweet demon!" beamed Petraeus as he held his son close to him.

Chloe smiled at the sight of her lover: she never saw Lucifer acting like that with other members of his holy family. He appeared to be close to his father.

Meanwhile, Petraeus stepped aside and looked at his son:

"Look at you, boy: handsome as always!"

"I had a good teacher!"

"Don't be so flattering!"

He glanced at Chloe and Trixie with a charming smile.

"Are these beautiful ladies the famous Chloe and Trixie you told me about?"

"Yes, of course: Papa, this is Detective Chloe Decker and her daughter, Beatriz Espinoza, aka Trixie!"

"Please to meet you, Sir Petraeus!" smiled Chloe as she shook hands with the guest.

"The pleasure is mine, dear Chloe. And don't worry: you can call me Peter!"

"If you allow me..." smirked Chloe.

Trixie jumped on her feet and held out her hand with a wide grin on her face.

"Hello, Peter! I'm Trixie! Please to meet you!"

"What a lively young lady! Nice to meet you too!" laughed Peter.

After he finished his greetings, he looked at the place with impressed eyes.

"You find yourself a comfortable place to live, my dear son. I see you accommodate it at your image!"

"Listen, if the Old Man made Earth at his image, why can't I do the same with my house?"

"Cheeky as always, aren't you?" grinned Peter.

"You know Papa: I've always been the rebellious one among your children!"

"I have noticed..."

The celestial spirit stopped himself as he remarked the table set with chic crockery and delicious courses.

"Oh, Lucifer: you should not have! It was not necessary to turn your dining room into Versailles' Hall of Mirrors!"

"Only the best for you, Papa: come on, sit down! Dinner's ready!"

The evening went smooth, and Chloe admitted that Mazikeen was utterly right about Peter. He was not only good-looking and kind but also intellectual - without being conceited. He had so many stories about historical figures to tell, which amazed Trixie.

"So you met all those people? That's soooo cool!" happily squealed the young girl.

"I'm glad that you liked my anecdotes, Trixie. You know that some of them were Lucifer's bedtime stories when he was your age?"

"Oh no, Dad!" groaned Lucifer, flustered.

"What? There is nothing to be ashamed of, sweets!"

Chloe grinned as she saw her boyfriend confused by some childhood memories. But she discerned in his eyes all the adoration and filial love he had for Petraeus, and she could swear he never looked at God like this...

Time went by, and it was past midnight when Trixie had to go to bed after she nearly fell asleep on the table. Once the young girl settled in a bedroom, the adults talked about the case:

"So, my dear son, you need my help if I understand well?"

"Yes. Chloe and I are working on a difficult case, and we think your knowledge would be valuable!"

"Alright, tell me more about this problem!"

"Everything we've found so far is in this folder!" explained Chloe as she handed a file to Peter.

Petraeus opened it and was taken aback by the horrendous pictures of burned bodies.

"Oh, dear! What a frightful view!"

"Yes, I agree. All the victims belonged to a scientific research group, and they were burnt to death."

"I see it. But what makes you think that you need my help?"

"Well, Papa, this is where the mystery begins. The coroner confirmed that the burn comes from the inside of the bodies. But there is not a trace of fuel! So, we come to the conclusion that a creature killed those people!"

Peter nodded.

"I understand now... Well, from what I can see, it looks like an igniting spell, which implies that the unsub is a fire-element being. However, I cannot determine if it belongs to Biblical, Coranic, Jewish, Buddhist, or pagan mythology."

"If you want, you can accompany us to the Police Department tomorrow. I'm sure Ella, our dear coroner, would accept to show us the three last victims!"

"Thank you for your kind invitation, Chloe. It's a good idea!"

The young woman thanked him before yawning:

"Sorry if I seem impolite, but I have to leave you. This day was a complete mess, and I need to sleep... And I'm sure you had a lot of time to catch up!"

"Go ahead, I'll join you later!" smiled Lucifer.

"Okay. Good night, Peter!"

"Have a nice night!" answered the celestial spirit.

As the detective left the dining room, Peter turned to his son and said:

"She is really exquisite, Lucifer! You rightly choose your soulmate!"

"Well, I must admit it: I'm lucky that she accepted me in her life. Chloe is the most amazing woman I ever met!"

Peter tenderly smiled at Lucifer:

"Seeing you so happy is a blessing for me! I was so worried that your banishment would put you down..."

The fallen angel saw a spark of sadness clouding his Papa's eyes.

"Papa, are you alright?"

"Sorry, it's just that... I feel so terrible not being able to visit you on Earth. But your father did not allow me to do so..."

He sadly sighed

"You had no idea how many times we argued about it. I told him that his punishment was above cruelty, and he did not even try to understand why you stood up against his authority!"

"I figure that he told you that you were too kind with me!"

"You know him well... Of course, I cannot disobey him, so I did not come visiting you either in Hell or Earth. But I send you some signs from me... just to tell you that you're not alone, and I'll always love you, no matter what happens!"

Touched by his father's sadness, the demon reached his father's hand and gently held it.

"Papa, I already knew it. You don't have to feel guilty: nothing is your fault. I knew about your messages: I kept them in a small box, and when I feel distressed, I read them, and it cheers me up. You always cared about my siblings and me more than our mother. I'll always be grateful to have you as my Papa."

Relief spread through Peter as he smiled:

"Thank you, son."

Lucifer glanced at the clock and stated:

"Well, time runs fast, and you maybe want to get some rest..."

"Good idea: all those emotions dried me out."

The King of Hell led his dad to the guest room.

"Here's your bed for the night! You have your own bathroom on the right with all the comfort!"

"I'll manage for tonight... Thank you, Lucifer!"

"You're welcome, dad. Good night!"

Peter leaned close to his son and kissed his forehead:

"Good night, my little demon!"

As he came back to his bedroom, Lucifer felt his heart happily swelling. He ached for the love of his parents for a long time, and he was more than happy to meet his Papa again.

Lucifer and his siblings were forever grateful to Petraeus for bringing joy back in their Holy Father's heart and loving them as his own offspring.

When he laid down next to Chloe, who was already asleep, the demon felt like his life on Earth was kind of complete...

The following day.

After bringing Trixie back to her home, Chloe drove to the L.A.P.D with Lucifer and Petraeus.

"Los Angeles is a quite unusual place. Even if it had a lot of lovely surroundings, I'm not fond of its nightlife. But I can understand why you choose to live here, my Lightbringer!" stated the celestial spirit.

"What can I say? I love the atmosphere of Los Angeles at night, and my nightclub is among the most popular of the city!" smirked Lucifer.

"How boastful you are!" gently mocked Chloe.

"Oh, honey, why do you have to hurt me?" pouted Lucifer while making puppy eyes.

"Because she knows you well, darling!" chuckled Peter.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the Police Department and headed to the forensic lab. When they entered the lab, Ella was already there, checking the last victim's remains.

"Good morning, Ella!"

The coroner rose her head and greeted her colleagues with a warm smile.

"Hiya, guys! How are you?"

"We're fine, thanks. Still working on the last victim?"

"Unfortunately: I scanned every ash, every piece of flesh, but I can't find any bloody clue! The only thing I found so far are traces of bindings on their wrists and ankles!"

She noticed Peter's presence.

"May I know the name of our dashing visitor?"

"Where are my manners? My name is Petraeus, but you can call me Peter."

"Nice to meet you, Peter. And you are...?"

"Ah yes: I'm Lucifer's dad."

Ella frowned, puzzled.

"But I thought Lucifer's father is God!"

"Well, I'm his other dad..."

When she put all the pieces together, she jumped back and yelped.

"HOLY COW! DOES IT MEAN THAT GOD IS GAY?"

"Bisexual, precisely. And don't worry, I had quite the same reaction as you when Lucifer told me!" explained Chloe.

Ella ran her hand through her black hair.

"Sorry if I appear rude, but it's a lot to handle in one day, and this is not what I was taught!"

"Don't worry, I understand!" reassured Peter.

"Auntie Rosalia won't ever believe it if I told her... Well, I'm pleased to meet another member of your family, Lucifer, but can you tell why your number 2 father is doing here?"

"My dear Miss Lopez, my Papa came to helping us in this murder case!"

"Really?"

"Indeed, my son told me that you were struggling with those killings!"

"Struggling is an understatement. Would you like to check on the body I'm currently working on?"

"Well, if you allow me, I accept with pleasure!"

Ella gestured for him to come closer to inspect the remains.

He inclined and carefully looked at the corpse. After his observation, he muttered:

"I can confirm that your murderer is a supernatural creature!"

"Oh no! That's what I feared!" sighed Chloe as she facepalmed.

"And what else can you tell us about it?" asked Ella.

"That it is from another mythology: so, it's not a Biblical demon who is causing this tragedy. I hesitate between a European creature and a Middle Eastern spirit."

At the same time, Dan Espinoza made his entrance into the lab:

"Hello, Ella! Anything new about..."

He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the presence of Lucifer and Chloe:

"Chloe, Lucifer..."

"Detective Douchebag..." gritted the demon.

Dan turned his head and remarked Peter near the body:

"Ella, are you mad? Why are you letting a civilian looking at the body?"

"Because, sir, I offered my help to your department." calmly explained the celestial being.

Espinoza asked his ex wife:

"Who's this lad?"

"You better show respect to my..." growled Lucifer, but his father stopped him.

"It's okay, Lucifer: I'll handle it!"

He stepped towards Dan and asked:

"Can I know your name, detective?"

"I'm Detective-Sergeant Daniel Espinoza."

"Espinoza? Oh, you must be Trixie's father: she is a wonderful child, you know. You are lucky to have her!" genuinely said Peter.

"Er, thanks... But how do you know her?"

"Because she and I met him last night at Lucifer's place!" explained Chloe.

"Chlo, you can't let someone you don't know near to our daughter!"

"But I'm not some creepy stranger, you know. Let me introduce myself: I'm Petraeus, or Peter if you prefer my human name. I am Lucifer's father... And by the way, I am God's husband!"

A silence followed this announcement before Dan yelled:

"WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? God cannot be gay: it's impossible! It's not written in the Bible!"

"But humankind does not know all about God, right? And I reassure you: it's not a witticism, but the truth!"

"But still: God cannot be with a man!"

"Are you just confessing your homophobia, Detective Douchebag?" sneered Lucifer.

"You, go to Hell!"

"Been there already. King of Hell, remember?"

"Well, just get back and don't piss me off!"

"Stop insulting my son! As for my marriage with God, I can assure you that it's true: we had a beautiful and sincere relationship for billions of years!"

"But I never heard about you!"

"I trust you: I prefer being discreet. But I'm sure you know my other name..."

"Your other name?" asked Dan, bewildered.

"Does your dad had another name?" demanded Chloe to Lucifer.

"I don't remember it..." answered Lucifer, confused.

At the same time, Espinoza urged Peter to tell him:

"And what is your other name?"

"Oh, I am sure you know it... You may also know me as Virgin Mary!"

All stood astounded by the statement... until Dan fainted, unable to handle it anymore.

"Woah! That was a shock, for sure!" muttered Chloe.

"Is he still alive?" inquired Ella.

"I don't know, and I don't really care!" scoffed Lucifer.

As for Peter, he cannot help but giggle.

"That's what I expected! This joke works every time!"

"I wonder where does Lucifer takes his mocking personality..." smirked Detective Decker.

"I had a good teacher!" answered the fallen angel.

"See, Chloe: this is how I handle rude people! And I must add that my dearest husband loves my sense of humor!"

"What can I say? You're the best man in the universe, Papa!"

"Thank you, my little flame! Now, let's go back to work, shall we?"

The quatuor worked all day to find answers to this tricky case. Thanks to their teamwork, they discovered that the scientific team went to Saudi Arabia three months ago and were in the middle of a controversial story.

Indeed, they were blamed for the accidental destruction of an old temple dedicated to the jinni. And to add more fuel to the fire, the wreck caused severe injuries to a native teenage boy named Yassin. They excused themselves for the damages and never paid for their responsibilities. Moreover, they fled back to the United States before any juridical process started.

When they learned that story, Chloe was appalled, to say the least:

"How could they act like cowards?"

"Well, they were more concerned about their careers than a human life! But it does not mean that I approve their behaviors!" stated Lucifer.

"Moreover, the young boy's family was too poor to sue the team! They gave up in exchange for some money! Some people are so heartless..." grunted Ella.

"And so, we cannot suspect them to carry out their revenge against those who wronged them: first of all, because Yassin is in a comatose state. Secondly, his family does not have enough financial resources to travel from their country to Los Angeles. And thirdly, we know that it's a supernatural creature who murdered some members of the scientific team!" itemized Peter.

"Do you think a jinn could be responsible?" asked Ella.

"There is a huge probability that a jinn can be responsible for all the murders. Furthermore, they perfectly control natural elements, and they are extremely ferocious towards those who offend them!"

Chloe looked at her watch and suggested:

"Okay, guys: what if we continue our work at my place? You are my guests!"

"With great pleasure, Chloe! I wonder where do you live?"

"Somewhere less luxurious than Lucifer's penthouse!"

"Don't belittle yourself, love. Your home is a nice place, too."

Later in the evening, at Chloe's home.

Once settled at Chloe's place, the four investigators were brainstorming with the help of Mazikeen, who came empty-handed from her research.

"But how a Saudi jinn can go to Los Angeles? I mean, there are two continents and an ocean between the two!" grumbled Ella, who scratched her head, frustrated.

"That's an excellent question... I'm not familiar with the Arabic magical world, much to my chagrin!" sighed Lucifer.

Trixie, who laid on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, a slight frown on her face. She really wanted to help her mum, but she did not know how... until an idea popped into her mind.

"Mum..."

"What, Trixie?"

"I wonder... What if the boy's family appealed to a jinn to avenge him? It can explain how the jinn arrives here..."

The five adults looked at each other with amazement: they obviously did not think about this possibility!

"Of course! How can I forget this?" exclaimed Lucifer.

"By answering to their prayers, he would not only avenge the boy but also make the scientists pay for the destruction of his temple!" concluded Ella.

"That's right, but I have to mention something: jinn need a human vessel to travel such a long distance. Like this, those spirits can save their energy and powers!" described Peter.

"It can be everyone else! How can we unmask him?" asked Trixie.

"Don't worry about it: I would recognize him without a doubt!"

"Okay, but now we had to find him before he exterminates the remaining members of the scientific team!" said Mazikeen.

Suddenly, Chloe's phone rang.

"Hello?"

**"Chloe? It's Dan!"**

"I'm listening..."

**"It's about the case you work on... I have some news for you!"**

"Go ahead!"

**"First of all, we had a janitor from the lab who said that he remembered seeing someone roaming near the building many times. He cannot give us a name, but the description matches with Terry Bradford, an ex-convict. He was often arrested for acts of violence and was among the suspects of a drug dealer's murder case."**

"Uh, interesting. What else?"

**"I don't think you're ready for this one, but do you remember the boy who was injured by the scientists in Saudi Arabia?"**

"Of course, why?"

**"Well, my contact in the Saudi embassy told me that Yassin was declared missing for one and a half weeks."**

"MISSING?" exclaimed Peter, Lucifer, Trixie, Ella, and Mazikeen.

"But that's impossible! He is in a coma!"

**"He is supposed to, but the nurses found his bed empty. Since then, they searched him everywhere but in vain!"**

"Oh, I feel that I'm going crazy. Do you have anything else?"

**"No, except that I'm searching for Bradford: his probation agent did not see him for several days!**"

"Okay, I got it: be careful!"

**"Don't worry: I'll manage, as always! Good luck!"**

After she hung up, Chloe asked:

"Have you heard the news?"

"Yes, and it turns this investigation into a brain-teaser! Now, we had another suspect!" sighed Ella.

Peter turned to his son and asked:

"Do you have any idea about it, son?"

"I'm trying to put the pieces together, but it's more complicated than I thought..."

Suddenly, the King of Hell had an eye-opener.

"Of course! How I did not think about it before?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me if I'm wrong, Papa, but jinns can manipulate people too, right?"

"Of course."

"So, he must have taken possession of Yassin's body, traveled from Saudi Arabia, and hypnotized Bradford, forcing him to kidnap the scientists!"

"This is a good analysis, son! You'll never cease to impress me!" fondly smiled Peter.

"Okay, so we must find the jinn and Bradford before they kill another victim. But, where can we find them?"

"They need an isolated place to accomplish their crimes..."

"I know! The former industrial site near the docks! It's abandoned for years!" shrieked Ella.

"Alright, let's check there! We'll probably have answers!" declared Lucifer, who got from his seat.

"I'm coming with you!" shouted Trixie, but her mother stopped her.

"Not so fast, young lady! You stay here: it's too dangerous!"

"Mommy, we live with Satan himself: there is no danger!" stated the young girl.

"She can come with me: I promise to look after her as if she was the apple of my eyes !" assured Peter.

"Trust my Papa, Chloe: the last one who dared scared his children is still traumatized by his anger!" affirmed the fallen angel.

"I confirm: he is as scary as God!" nodded Mazikeen.

"If you say so... Okay, let's go: we don't have time to lose!"

Soon after, the team drove to the former industrial site, hoping to prevent another murder.

"I never handle a jinn, so I don' know what to do!" admitted Chloe.

"Me neither, and I don't know Koran!" added Ella.

"Don't worry about the jinn, and focus on Bradford! Lucifer, Mazikeen, and I will take care of the jinn!"

"Are you going to hurt him? What if you hurt the boy instead?" asked Trixie, worried.

"You don't have to worry, Trixie: we'll handle it!" smiled Mazikeen.

A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Then, they wandered through the buildings, searching for the jinn.

"Do you see anything?" asked Ella.

"Not yet, but I'm sure we're not far from them!" mumbled Lucifer.

As they progressed, they bumped into Dan.

"Dan? What are you doing here?" whispered Chloe.

"I can ask you the same... And why Trixie is here?"

"Because my dad wanted so, and now, shut up and be useful for once in your stupid life!" snarled Lucifer.

Peter gently patted his shoulder.

"Calm down, son: it's okay! Now, let's go! I feel that they are not far from here!"

The group silently walked until they heard a painful scream.

"Oh, I hope we're not too late!"

"The scream comes from this building! Let's go!" said Chloe.

They came closer to the building and watched through a hole in the wall the remaining scientists, hanged by the arms at a butcher's hook. Circling near them, a tall blonde muscular man held a baseball bat in his hand, while an Arab teenage boy stood in front of them, a stern look on his face.

"We found them! It looks like the jinn wants to play with them before the fatal blow!" uttered Ella.

"We need to intervene before he burns someone else!" rustled Dan as he pulled his gun out of its holder.

"Who do you think you are? John Wayne? Can't you just think before you act, idiot?" snapped Lucifer.

"Shh, low your voice! If they heard us, we're doomed!" whined Trixie.

Meanwhile, the scientists begged for their lives.

"Please, don't kill us! We'll do anything you want!" pleaded a dark-haired man.

"SILENCE! All of you don't deserve my mercy, filthy humans!" growled Yassin with an unusual booming voice.

For sure, this voice did not belong to a fourteen years old young man.

"The power of his voice... It's not a common jinn we deal with: I'm sure it's a jinn-king!" muttered Peter.

"A jinn-king?" asked Dan.

"Yes, I'm afraid so... What is the plan?"

"We'll follow your idea: Dan, Ella, and I, we deal with Bradford. As for you, Mazikeen, and Lucifer, you focus on the jinn!" declared Chloe.

"It's good for me!"

The team split into two groups and prepared to intervene as the jinn was about to slay another victim.

"How could you be so stupid? Didn't you think you could run away from your crimes without facing the consequences?"

"Please, have mercy!" cried his soon-to-be victim.

"You begged me to have mercy? Did you show any compassion for the boy you harmed? None of you ever show commiseration for him!"

Suddenly, he was interrupted by the entrance of the team.

"Nobody move! Time to stop the fire!" ordered Dan as he aimed his gun at Yassin.

The possessed boy gave him an arrogant smile:

"Look who we got here! You must be stupid or too proud to dare to threaten a jinn, Daniel Espinoza!"

"How do you know my name?" asked the latter, confused.

"He is a spiritual being, Dan: it explains how he knows you!" told Mazikeen.

"Indeed, Mazikeen of the Lilim. I see that you don't lose your strength!"

"Do you want a demonstration?"

"No, I'd rather not."

He turned to Lucifer and smirked:

"What a surprise! I do not expect the King of Hell among us tonight! Nice to meet you, Lucifer Morningstar! Or should I say, Samael the Lightbringer? The fallen one?"

"Thank you for revealing my CV, mister King-Jinn! But the manners command to tell us your name!" snickered Lucifer.

"Try to guess!" mocked the jinn.

Peter stepped between his son and the jinn and said:

"I think I know who you are, King-Jinn Murrah Al-Abyad! Or should I say King-Jinn Al-Abyad, the White Demon?"

"Oh, interesting! I certainly did not foresee such prestigious guests!"

"What if you show your true form? I am not comfortable speaking with a possessed child!"

"As you wish!"

In front of the humans' bewildered eyes appeared a handsome brown-haired man. His ivory skin contrasted with his ebony eyes.

He was dressed in a sumptuous Oriental outfit: a dark red sleeveless vest that revealed a toned chest and a pair of crimson pants with embroidered flames. He wore golden bracelets around his wrists and ankles, plus a golden circlet with a shining ruby on his head.

"Undoubtedly, he is a King-Jinn!" muttered Trixie, who was hiding behind Lucifer.

"Indeed, urchin. And he loves to show off!" scoffed the demon.

Meantime, Peter and Al-Abyad talked:

"So, I finally meet God's beloved spouse, Petraeus the Benevolent! I've heard a lot about you, but I admit that I never saw your face until tonight!"

"Do I disappoint your expectations?"

"Not even the slightest. If truth be told, I expect Goddess's successor to be as powerful as she was! That said, no creature anticipates the Almighty falling in love with a man, as it is supposed to be a sin!"

Peter rolled his eyes:

"Thank you, I have noticed! But only humans said that, not my husband! But, you might guess that we're not here to talk about my marriage!"

"I figured it out: you're here to obstruct my punishment against those maggots!"

The celestial spirit nodded.

"I appreciate your concern about them, but you better mind your own business: I am offended, so they have to pay the price!"

"I got it: it was your temple which gets destroyed!" said Chloe.

"You're right, Miss Chloe Decker. But I assure you that I would have done little more than tormenting them if they did not act like cowards!"

The jinn furiously glanced at the scientists who were shivering with fear.

"But no... They wounded a child and made a family suffering because of their greed! You would understand that I cannot let this misdemeanor pass!"

"I understand what you mean, and I agree that they deserve a sentence for their misdeed. But I can't let you kill those humans like that: it's not fair!"

The jinn roared.

"You think THIS is not fair? But I'm doing what your so-called almighty husband should have done earlier instead of being passive. Self-judgment? Ah! What a pathetic excuse he hides behind!"

Trixie walked near the jinn and tried to calm him:

"Mister King-Jinn, I think Peter tries to tell you that there is no need to burn people alive!"

"NO TRIXIE, STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" yelled Dan, but Bradford stood in his way and tried to hit him.

"Back off, you jerk!" yelled Chloe, who kicked the thug in the head, knocking him out.

As for the jinn, his expression softened when he saw the young girl talking to him.

"What do you mean, Beatrix?"

"I mean... You did not need to kill people to punish them. There are different ways. I know you only did that for helping a young boy, and I'm sure your people are grateful to have you as a protector. But please, stop! I promise that my mama would punish them for what they did... And you can count on her for that!"

"My little monkey!" smiled Chloe.

Peter stepped near Trixie and added:

"You know children: they cannot lie."

Al-Abyad sighed.

"I know, but... No one would dare lay their hands on a child without suffering my wrath!"

"I know what you mean. I would be enraged to the core if anyone ever threatens my children. I know we are not linked by blood, but I love them like my own, and I would do anything to punish the culprit who made them miserable! You can ask Astaroth: now, he will think twice before considering attacking Azrael again."

He put his hand on the jinn's shoulder.

"End your crusade of anger, and let us handle this case. I swear they will face justice!"

Al-Abyad stayed silent for a long time, lost in his thoughts: he craved so much making those criminals enduring torments for their negligence. Nevertheless, he knew Petraeus's reputation as a dutiful man, and the jinn knew that if he said anything, he would keep his word.

Sighing, he conceded:

"Fine, you won! I'll let you deal with those pathetic creatures. But you better keep your promise, or I'll come back to finish my work!"

"Don't worry, I save a special spot for them in my kingdom!" sadistically smirked Lucifer, his eyes glowing red.

Satisfied by the answer, the jinn declared:

"Then, I shall go!"

"Wait, mister Al-Abyad!" exclaimed Trixie.

"What is it, Beatrix?"

"What about Yassin? Will he be alright?"

A small smile appeared on the jinn's face.

"Have no fear for him, little one. Yassin would be fine... and that's why I leave him to you: I want him to see that you will help him!"

"Understood."

"Very well. Goodbye, and may fate be kind to you!"

And he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"Well, that was an unusual encounter!" sighed Ella.

"Unusual? You mean unbelievable? Damn it, Ella: we met a jinn! A creature that only exists in fairytales!" squealed Dan.

"I'm sure Al-Abyad would be delighted to hear that!" sneered Lucifer.

At the same time, Yassin slowly opened his eyes. Looking at his surroundings, he realized that he was no longer at home and started panicking:

"'ayn 'anaa? limadha 'iinaa huna? 'ayn waliday?" (Where am I? Why am I here? Where are my parents?)

Peter hurried and held the young boy in his arms, one of his hands gently cradling Yassin's head.

"Everything is okay, Yassin. Nobody is going to hurt you, I promise."

The teenager sobbed:

"'amiy ... 'urid 'an 'araa 'ami!" (Mum... I want to see my mother!)

Gently wiping away the tears that rolled down Yassin's cheeks, the celestial spirit soothed the young boy:

"Shh, don't cry. You will see your mother soon. I'll stay here with you, I promise!"

"I am here, too!" added Trixie, who sat near Yassin and held his hand in comfort.

When he saw this scene, it reminded Lucifer of painful memories: he saw himself as a young child, weeping after his mother rejected him for the umptieth time.

He also remembered the warm embrace of Peter, who tried to comfort him. He heard his voice, calm and loving, who repeated that he will always be there for him and he'll always love him.

Coming close to her boyfriend, Chloe asked:

"Are you okay?"

The demon put himself together and said:

"Yes, absolutely."

"You seemed... touched."

Lucifer sighed:

"Maybe because... I remembered why my dad made the right choice, billions of years ago!"

Puzzled, Chloe turned and saw her daughter and Peter, comforting Yassin as paramedics checked on him.

She smiled:

"I see what you mean... Your father is a great person."

"Yes, indeed. My mama is the best man in the universe, and I won't tell otherwise!"

A few days later.

The group was gathered at Chloe's home to celebrate their success. Bradford was put in jail for his collusion in the murders. The remaining teammates of the research group were complied to pay damages to Yassin.

Speaking of the young boy, he flew back to Saudi Arabia, where he was warmly welcomed by his family and many people. He was even received by the royal family!

"It ended well, at least! I'm so happy to get some rest!" smiled Ella, sipping her glass of soda.

"So am I! But I'm sure we would never find out without Peter's help!" added Chloe.

"Don't depreciate your work! You did an amazing job, and I only contributed to help you!" humbly answered Peter.

"You are too cool! And charismatic!" beamed Trixie.

"Thank you, my dear!"

Suddenly, a small ball of light appeared in the room. It flew through the room before stopping in front of Peter. Then, it puts a piece of paper in his hand before disappearing.

"What was that?" asked Dan, utterly amazed.

"Let's see..." muttered Peter, who unfolded the note and read the following message:

Come back to me, my love. I need your presence by my side as huge as your absence makes my heart ache for you. Eternally yours. Your devoted husband.

"It looks like someone misses you!" smirked Mazikeen.

"What can I say? He is lost without me!" laughed Peter.

"Does it mean you have to leave?" pouted Trixie.

"Unfortunately, yes. But I promise to come here as soon as I can!"

He greeted the others goodbye before holding his son:

"Take care of you, my little demon!"

"Don't worry, Papa: I'll be careful!"

As he waved goodbye, the celestial spirit disappeared in a flash of light.

Even if he wished to spend more time with his father, Lucifer knew that Petraeus would come back one day or another. And this day, he would welcome him with open arms, like a good son...

Thank you for the reading!

I hope you liked it!

Can’t wait to see your requests and don’t hesitate to give your opinion (respectfully, please!)

See you later! 😘🥰💝

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darkmulti · 5 years ago

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Lose Control

Stalker!San x female reader

⚠️Warnings: violence, aquaphilia, choking, degradation, overstimulation, drowning, spitting, unprotected sex, yandere behaviour, slapping, spanking,

Please read at your own risk!

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San’s Point of View

“Don’t worry San, you look so handsome! I’m sure she’ll say yes when she see’s you all dressed up.”

His grandmother goes over to San and fixes his collar while San puts on his last ring. The freshly picked flowers lay on the table as he gathered up all the confidence in his body. He was going to ask out his long time crush Y/N. San had liked her for quite some time, but never told anyone except for his grandmother.

He could go on and on about her and his grandma was always there to listen. She always encouraged San to confess to Y/N, but each time he would back out at the last minute. Well not today. Hopefully. He was tired of watching her sleep. He wanted to sleep with her. Cuddle against her small little body. Take her into his arms, and make her feel like she was the only girl in the world.

But he couldn’t.

But maybe that could all change today.

Key word: Maybe

He hugs his grandmother and thanks her for everything. He grabs the bouquet of flowers, and lavishly walks out of the door.

He gets into his car and drives to the university to ask you out after your class. His palms were sweating on the steering wheel and his face started to warm up.

What if, what if you say no? Embarrassing scenarios play in his mind, and he almost wanted to turn the car around and bail out.

San takes a deep breath in and gives himself a pep talk,

“I am Choi San! I can do this!”

He pulls into a parking spot and gets out of the car. With the flowers in hand, he locks his car and makes his way to the entrance.

As soon as he walked in, the atmosphere changed. All eyes were on him. The sudden change of look made everyone’s jaw drop. He was minding his own business until one of the girls that used to bully him came up to him.

“Are those flowers for me?”

“Not these ones sweetheart. I can buy you a cactus so you can shove it up your ass.”

“Funny Choi San. Who are they really for?”

“For my cock. Mind your own business lady.”

San walks past her, feeling a sense of relief now that he’s told her off. She was the reason why everyone was creeped out by him, including Y/N. He had a tremendous amount of hate towards her. But it was understandable.

The nervous man had made it to her class, only to see that it was empty. He checked the working spaces nearby and his eye finally catches her working alone. His hand dusts off his shirt and he starts walking towards her.

“Uh hi, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey San!”

“I w-wanted to ask you if- if you w-would like to go out sometime? I-I brought you flowers.”

He hands the girl the freshly picked flowers and waits for her response.

“There’s no easy way to say this San. But I’m dating someone right now. I’m truly flattered and I would love to be friends, but I have a boyfriend.”

She looked at him with sincere eyes, trying her best to let him down easy.

“O-oh. I had no idea. I’m sorry. I’m actually gonna go now.”

San quickly exits the scene before bursting out into tears. He should’ve trusted his gut, because now you’re with someone else. He quickly wipes away the tears and walks back to the car.

“Where are you going, Choi San? I see the flowers are gone. Who did they go to?”

“Like I said before mind your own business.”

“What? Did she reject you? It’s okay honey. I’m here now. I like this new ‘bad boy’ attitude. It’s hot.”

San turns around and pushes the girl against the wall. Without thinking it through, he rips her shirt revealing her bra and roughly kisses her. His tongue slides into her mouth and their saliva exchanges in the hot make out. San grabs her bra and rips it down exposing her tits in front of everyone. He then pulls away, spits out the saliva and leaves the half naked girl.

Angrily San goes home and does research on Y/N again. His grandmother frantically knocks on his door continuously, hoping that he was okay.

“Grams, please leave me alone. Just for a little while, please!”

San was frustrated. He could be violent, but never towards his grandmother. To avoid putting her in danger he locks himself in his room and cry’s his broken heart out.

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Y/N’s Point of View

I was walking back to my locker hand in hand with my boyfriend. He was such a kind and generous soul, I felt so lucky to have him. Although he’s all I think about 24/7, San still was floating around at the back of my mind. He hasn’t come back to school in 3 days and I was genuinely getting concerned. Thinking that it was my fault, I question myself.

Was I too harsh?

Maybe I should’ve offered him to sit with us.

I felt guilty of course.

He was creepy, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. What if he comes after me?

I quickly slip in the embrace of my boyfriend, feeling a little scared.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have thrown the flowers away.”

“Why? Do they mean something to you Y/N?”

“No, I just feel bad.”

“Well don’t feel bad. I’m your boyfriend not him.”

I reach my locker and open it up, only to be suprised by a cute, pink note. I turn to my boyfriend and ask him,

“Did you do this?”

With a bright smile glued across my face.

“No.”

“Stop playing. That’s so cute!”

“Y/N it wasn’t me. I was with you this whole time.”

Reality hit me like a brick. He was right. He drove me to school and I had all my classes with him.

“Do you think it’s-”

“I will kill Choi San if he doesn’t back off.”

My boyfriend punches the locker door, startling me.

“Relax. He’s probably trying to get over me. Let him do what he has to do. I’ll be with you no matter what.”

I give him a reassuring smile and he pulls me in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Okay babe. I’ll see you later, I got practice.”

“See ya.”

I sigh and lean against my locker. I pick the note up and read it,

“I love you. I love you so much. You don’t know how long I’ve loved you for. I love everything about you. Your hair, face, body, personality. I love everything. If you can just give me the chance, please. I love you Y/N please. I will do anything for the love of my life. I want you to have my kids. Although we are young right now, I want you to be the mother of my kids and I want us to get married and have a life together. Without you I’m nothing. But fear not my love, I will always take care of you. I can show you the world. You can always be in my warm embrace. Please let me pleasure you. I will do anything for my one and only love. You are made for me and I am made for you. Please expect my love~ p.s I cummed on the gym shirt that you’re probably wearing right now.”

That’s why it felt so sticky. I rip the note up and throw it in the recycling. I grab my backpack and leave, trying to remain calm because he could be here.

———-

11:34pm

San’s Point of View

After crying for days, he finally stops and faces reality. He has to get rid of him. But how?! He puts on a new outfit and sneaks out the window. He promised himself that he won’t come back unless that man is out of her life for good.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the address to his house. He puts in the address on the ‘maps’ app and heads over to the man's house.

San knew this routine. His research showed that the man lived alone, with 3 cats. San gets out of his car, like it was another night and breaks into the lock. It was too easy. He got inside the house and went upstairs to the man's room.

There he was. Sleeping peacefully, like he totally wasn’t going to get murdered. San grabs the belt that was hanging on a hook, and makes his way over to the unaware man. He smoothly slides the belt underneath his neck and in no time, jumps on top of him and pulls on the belt, strangling him.

The man rapidly taps on San’s thighs and he loosens it. San was indeed a psychopath, but not a murder.

“Stay away from Y/N! This is your only warning, or I’ll strangle you and all your cats understand? I want you to text Y/N that you're breaking up with her. Then I want you to block her number and her social media accounts. By tomorrow morning I want you out of this city. If you dare call the police, I will make your life a living hell and I stick with my words, understand?”

The horrified man nods and immediately pulls out his phone and breaks up with her over text. He shows San and San gets off of him with a satisfied smirk.

“Thanks for cooperating. I thought that I had to kill someone.”

San causally leaves and pets one of the cats on his way out. He gets into his car and speeds to your house only a couple blocks away.

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Your Point of View

What a way to end the night. The window was half open, letting in the cold breeze in, while my body sat in hot water. I was enjoying an episode of ‘Grey's Anatomy’ until the power shut off. The T.V being the main source of light, the bathroom was now pitch black besides the street lamp outside that was making my bathroom glow, just a little bit. Thinking that the power will come back on, I wait in the tub and splash around in the water.

That was until a figure from the window lunges towards me and splashes into the water. I let out a high pitched scream and tried my best to get out of the tub, but the bigger figure held me down.

I kept squirming underneath them, trying to escape, until I felt something unordinary. It felt like a dick. I yell out again until a hard slap slants my face to the right.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CUNT!”

San finally got the girl he had desired for pinned underneath him. She couldn’t escape.

“SAN WHAT THE FUCK? LET GO OF ME!”

I splash the water and get it in his eyes. Hurriedly l push him off of me and get out of the bathtub. I was so close to my phone until he pulled me back by my hair.

I scream at him to let me go. He bends me over the bathroom counter and makes me look in the mirror.

“NO! YOU FUCKING CUNT LOOK AT YOURSELF! LOOK AT YOUR DIRTY, USED PUSSY. THIS PUSSYS SUPPOSE TO BE MINE! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU-”

He lets go of my hair and punches the wall in anger, leaving a hole. He then comes back to you and cups your face.

“Do you love me?”

He whispers.

“I-I”

The girl stutters because she was stunned by the question and the sudden personality change.

“Of course you fucking don’t!”

San growls at the girl and pushes her onto the bathroom counter. The girl however wasn’t scared. She knew it was wrong, but had a hidden desire for the man as well. Ever since he gave her those flowers, something in her changed. In a way she wanted this.

Before San could make the next move, she wraps her arm around his neck and lays her lips on his. San stood there, wide eyed, not realizing what was happening.

Adrenaline pumps inside their body’s, as their lips mold together. San grinds his tip on the girls wet opening, making her moan. He picks her up and places her on the floor. Her legs get placed on his shoulders putting her in perfect position.

San smashes his lips on hers one more time, practically swallowing her tongue and slowly thrusted in.

“ooh fuck, baby you’re so big!”

The girl under him moans and arches her back at the sudden stretch. His large, firm dick, wasn’t fully inside of her, but she could already cry from it.

“You like that babygirl? This is your first time fucking a real man. Fuck! You have such a sweet, tight cunt ready to be destroyed by me. By your daddy.”

San pushes in his entire dick making her scream. He then pulls it and slams right back in; making the vulnerable girl cry out of pleasure. San pushes her head down and starts pounding himself into her. Releasing all the stress, pain and heartbreak she had caused all these past few years.

His hand wraps around her throat and he starts going even harder into her. One hand on her throat while the other pushed down on her stomach so he could feel his own cock thrusting into her.

“AHHHHHH! DADDY PLEASE HOLY SHIT MY PUSSSY! OW FUCK DADDY!”

The girl becomes a sensitive mess under the man. He already had such a great control of her already, she would do anything to please him.

“Fuck darling. You’re making me Lose Control”

San cock grew angrier and he started thrusting into her furiously. Her tiny hand holds his muscular arm and lets him do whatever, because she feels on top of the world.

“AHHH, FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Her buttcheeks clench and her walls tremble around his cock. Her cum rushes out covering San’s cock.

“Who told you that you can cum?”

“No one daddy.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, such a bad little girl you are.”

He picks her sensitive state up and places her on all fours, giving her the bathtub ledge to hold onto.

“OWIE!”

Y/N pouts as she feels a burning sensation on her buttcheek. He spreads her ass cheeks out so he can observe the stretched out pussy. He spits on it and slowly thrusted his cock again.

He grabs her hair away from her face and pulls her head back. The sounds of wet, skin slapping was a turn on for both. It made San roll his eyes, knowing that it was his balls slapping against her pussy. Wanting it to be louder he pushes her head down into the water and makes it clap louder and louder.

The girl screams under the water and the air bubbles come up, amusing San. He pulls her hair back and she comes up trying to catch her breath. Her hair splashes water on his face, collarbone and abs, making it a delicious sight to see.

“Hold your breath babygirl.”

She takes a deep breath in before San pushes her head down and fucks the life out of her. She taps on the tub not being able to hold her breath anymore and San yanks her out. He lets her lean back on his body, and turns her face towards him and gives her another nasty kiss.

“Let’s go in the water.”

His arms wrap around the panting mess, and he sits down in the tube. Her head lays on his chest until he said,

“Ride me princess.”

She weakly pushes herself up and holds the sides of the bathtub. San hands come to her hips to guide her. The girl's hips started grinding on his hard cock, and before she knew it she was bouncing on his cock.

San enjoyed the sight of your tits bouncing. He pulls your body closer and marks your breast so the sight can be even better. Dark purple hickeys were scattered all over your chest, and you grab onto his shoulder and start moaning in his ear.

“Daddy! You make me feel so good. Fuck, daddy! Your cock is so big, it’s making me feel so good!”

You cuddle your face into his neck, while the water kept splashing out of the tub. Being turned on by your words, San grabs your hips and rams up into you, creating waves in the water. Your pussy twitches at the overstimulation, causing tears to form in your eyes.

He gives you one more aggressive thrust before both of you release is the bath water.

“OHH FUCK DADDY! OH IT FEELS SO GOOD!”

I throw my head back as San starts playing with my clitoris. With his fingers still massaging the sensitive bud, he takes me out of the bath and places me on the floor for one more round.

San didn’t hesitate to take me again. His fingers wrap around my neck and press down. He started thrusting into me again because if he waited any longer his cock would’ve exploded. His hand rubs my clit up and down while he pounds into my swollen pussy. He then stops and hovers over your face and licks it.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM. SAN I'M GONNA CUM PLEASE DON’T STOP PLEASE!”

I beg him, almost over the edge.

“IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO STOP TELL ME YOU’RE MINE!”

“AHHHH FUCK IM YOURS IM YOUR I BELONG TO YOU. FUCKKK FUCKK PLEASE BABY!”

I become a sobbing mess as my orgasm reaches, pushing me over the edge. I felt a warm wave go from my clitoris up to my chest, making me shake uncontrollably. I whimper under San, with my wet hair sticking to my face and the floor. All of a sudden my cum splatters all over his long cock, making me moan louder. My legs wrap around his tiny waist and I try to recover from the best orgasm of my life.

“OH FUCK BABY THAT WAS SO HOT. LOOK AT YOU SHAKING UNDER ME.”

San thrust his angry tip into me one more time, directly hitting your gspot. He cums in me and I cum around him one more time.

San immediately picks my sobbing figure up and rocks me back and forth trying to calm me down.

“Shh, darling you’re okay. You’re okay.”

He kisses my wet forehead and takes me back to my bed.

He cleans me up and puts me in a fresh pair of pyjamas. He takes some of my now ex boyfriends clothes and wears them.

He cuddles next to me in bed and pulls my body close to his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too San.”

“Wait really?”

Sans eyes sparkles and he looks like an excited puppy.

“Yes really.”

I giggle at his cuteness

“Well I love you more.”

He squeezes my body and lays gentle kisses on my neck and making me fall asleep.

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Point of views were messy, but i was just trying to figure out which one i liked the most. this was a request

Edited🔐

Xoxo, N❣️

#ateez yandere #daddy san #ateez reaction #choi san smut #dark kpop #kpop #choi san #san #san smut #ateez smut #kpop smut

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theshapeofhorror · 4 years ago

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Michael Myers in John Carpenter’s Halloween (1978) - Part 2

I personally think that John Carpenter’s Halloween in general puts most of the later entries to the franchise to shame for one reason or another, but mostly in regards to Michael Myers as a character and the way he’s both portrayed as well as utilised throughout the movie.

(That’s not to say no other movie has done the character justice. I enjoy most of Michael’s iterations throughout the franchise, though admittedly some more as a guilty pleasure and others only to simp for rather than because they’re genuinely good portrayals.)

1. Michael’s presence throughout this movie is constant - yet we don’t actually get a good, close-up look at the mask until very late in the movie

For most of the movie we get to see Michael from one of two “perspectives”: we stalk his victims with him from behind his shoulder (I talked more about this in my post about the voyeuristic subtext of Halloween 1978) or we see him standing somewhere off in the distance. Especially the stalking scenes persist throughout almost the entire runtime of the movie, the last one occuring at around 57 minutes when he watches Linda and Bob make out on the couch.

And yes, technically we can see the mask while he stalks Laurie around Haddonfield, but with the distance between him and the camera and the short length of those scenes it’s hard to really look at it, especially if you watch the movie for the first time and aren’t on, like, the 20th rewatch in the span of a month - not that I’d ever do something like that, of course...

As for when we finally get to see a close-up of the mask, I guess you could argue for one of three moments: Michael killing Annie in the car, Michael about to pin Bob to the wall or Michael picking up the phone after he strangled Linda. I personally would argue for the last, as the camera hovers outside the car in the scene with Annie, our view blurred through the windshield, and the mask is half-hidden in shadow when he kills Bob. All of these scenes happen rather late in the movie, the earliest - Michael killing Annie - more than 50 minutes into the ~1:30hr runtime.

2. The movie manages to make Michael creepy without having any actual on-screen gore

It’s the suggestion that scares us, the unnerving physical vocabulary established by Nick Castle, the way he lurks in the shadows or stands outside in broad daylight, slowly closing in on his mostly unsuspecting victims.

We don’t need to constantly see Michael kill to be afraid of him (or simp for him...) here, it’s the anticipation of when he’s finally going to do it, the payoff of tension when he finally does.

The kills are shot in a way that don’t need shocking gore-filled imagery to be terrifying and poignant; with Michael choking all of his victims in some way and his vocalizations throughout they have a fascinating but horrifying sexual subtext to them that many of the later sequels sadly never returned to.

3. Michael as an ambiguous character

With enough scenes to support either a connection to the supernatural or a strictly human Michael - or both - this movie leaves the interpretation of his character mostly to the viewer. We can believe Loomis’ monologues about Michael being simply evil, not at all a man - yet Michael displays many small quirks and shows behavior that directly disprove this as well.

Michael

accidentally walks into the flower pot in front of the door when he spies on an undressed Annie

tilts his head at her in the background after she gets locked into the laundry room

tilts his head after killing Bob

dresses up as a ghost

sets up the ‘haunted house’ for Laurie

... and those are just the most obvious instances of him showing behavior that doesn’t fit the description of a consciousless, purely-driven-to-kill force of evil. (I’m probably going to come back to this topic in more detail at some point.)

It’s the small things like him stopping for a second when he notices Tommy after he grabs the wrong kid that make this portrayal so fascinating to me, those clear hints that there is a (evil, psychopathic, dangerous) human being beneath that mask, despite what Loomis tells us.

With ambiguity I don’t only mean the “is or isn’t he supernatural”-debate, I also mean the question behind Michael’s motives or the lack of them, what his reasons for killing are. Take for example Halloween 2: it wants you to believe that Michael hunts Laurie because she’s his sister, which is not only much less interesting but also written really badly. This is a pitfall many of the sequels fall into for me personally; I feel like trying to explain Michael just isn’t a concept you can ever get to work in a satisfying way.

4. The un-masking scene

I could probably rant for days about the last 20 minutes of the movie, but I’m gonna keep it simple here: casting Tony Moran for the unmasking scene was a stroke of genius. It plays into an aspect that I feel sets the original Michael apart from many other slashers: there’s nothing obviously wrong with him. He looks unassuming, even handsome.

Add to that the contrast between his inhuman strength and his normal physical build as well as his way of moving throughout the rest of the movie (graceful, but also unnaturally still, unnerving to look at without steering into zombie-like or otherwise inhuman territory) - all of it proves him to be human without actually humanizing him too much.

It’s a shame that most of the sequels didn’t try to do anything like this again (I know the Halloween 5 unmasking scene exists but I honestly wish it didn’t, so lets not talk about that here) - I’m very happy they went back to the concept of showing Michael both with as well as without the mask in Halloween 2018.

5. And finally - the end of the movie!

This is very biased as I’m a total sucker for open-ended movies, as long as they don’t leave any critical questions unanswered. But I think this also applies at least somewhat objectively to the Halloween franchise: most of the endings that had Michael die got retconned sooner or later anyway, most of them not in a very convincing way.

The movie’s last moments with Michael breathing in the background while we revisit the locations we saw throughout the movie hammers home the thought that he could be everywhere and that nothing can stop him, and that - to me - is a very poignant and satisfying scene to end the movie on.

#halloween 1978 #halloween #john carpenter's halloween #john carpenter #michael myers #the shape #halloween franchise #horror #horror movie #slasher #slasher movie #halloween1978 #more undercover simping #is it even remotely undercover at this point though #analyzing this movie to get something productive out of my unhealthy amount of rewatches

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ficforce · 4 years ago

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Gokai Part 3

Konro x Reader NSFW

Cutting through someone was harder than she ever expected, if she had been more skilled, if she had had more experience then maybe she could have cut through the Infernal like butter – Konro’s sword was more than capable of it. Y/N pulled at the hilt with a panicked sound as it seemed stuck in the Infernal’s ribcage, it’s hands swiped at her, reaching for her face and the heat brushing past her nose made her yelp before she felt herself being pulled away. Konro had once more put himself between her and the threat, he took hold of the sword hilt and pulled it loose without trouble, “Stay back, Y/N!” His voice was commanding but she could hear him take a pained breath in… perhaps he was hurt? Or perhaps it was just from being ill recently? His back blocked her view of the monster and it was then she noticed that blood was blooming across his shoulders and upper back, the heavy material of his coat was beginning to burn in places and when she reached out to touch him there was an intense heat coming off him. “Konro…” “Don’t move,” he told her, “Close your eyes and stay still.” Y/N did as she was told, her hands clasped together against her chest and she held her breath to keep still. She felt intense heat all around her, it stung her cheeks and she could hear the crackling of fire close to her ears, there was fighting nearby and Benimaru’s voice as he seemed to offer comfort to his opponent - the sound of steel slicing through the air was the last thing she heard before dead silence. … … Nothing. Her muscles tensed all of a sudden as familiar hands came to rest on her shoulders, “It’s okay now.” Y/N’s eyes opened slowly and she gasped when she realised all of the snow that had blanketed the ground was gone, it was scorched and she looked away from the Infernal’s remains to push herself into Konro’s chest. She heard the crunch of snow directly under her feet and shook as it dawned on her that if she hadn’t listened to Konro, if she had moved, she might have been burned. Konro and Benimaru had fought three Infernals without letting a single flame burn her. “It’s okay.” Y/N buried her face into him and her arms went around him, fingers fisting into his clothing before letting go at the sound of his pained hiss. Stepping back with wide eyes she tried to see where she had hurt him and remembered his back had been bleeding. Her hands were stained red. “It’s okay.” Konro was heavy and she had no doubt she would have been fallen under his weight if not for Benimaru catching his Lieutenant as he fainted. “Grab his sword and come back to the Guardhouse with me - he’s not okay.”

— - “Tephrosis, some people call it ash disease.” Konro winced as the Company Doctor applied pressure to the back of his shoulder, “I-it…ngh…!” His hands fisted on his knees as he bore the pain silently, air hissed through his teeth as he tried to control it. Y/N tentatively reached out and covered one of his hands with both of hers, “It’s when you overheat and use up all your oxygen, right?” She waited for him to reply patiently, she watched him bow his head and grit his teeth, his wounds looked raw and Y/N was oddly fascinated by the way the worst of the blackened scars looked like they had lava beneath - did it ever stop burning or was it because he had tried to use his ability? His voice trembled slightly as he tried to continue, “Once the o-oxygen is gone and you keep using your ignition ability, it can damage organs from accelerated dehydration…” Konro didn’t want her to see him like this, he had wanted to get treated and at least get some rest before speaking to her but Y/N wanted to stay with him. The Doctor finished with his left shoulder and started on his right, “I’m a third-gen, the worst areas are where my flames concentrated the strongest… My body was charred, my lungs took some damage and if I try to use my ability now - it’s so painful I can barely stand it.” “… Is that the ‘Fair Warning’ you wanted to give me?” Had Konro been trying to protect her from his vulnerability? She had already assumed that his recent illness was a side effect of his Tephrosis, if his lungs were damaged then cold weather would likely exacerbate the condition, his sudden lack of body heat could be of his own doing or maybe he couldn’t control his temperature, “People have bad days, Konro. I don’t have any ignition abilities at all so I don’t mind if you do or if you don’t… all the time we’ve spent together, all the lessons you have given me - I like you, as you.” Y/N gave his hand a squeeze and remained quiet as his wounds were covered and then bandaged, the Doctor leaving him with the advice to rest for a few days before heading out. He looked utterly exhausted and she couldn’t help but feel guilty, “Did… did you use your ability to protect me?” “Yes.” Her eyes became downcast, “I’m sorry.” Konro lifted his arms with great difficulty, they felt like they weighed too much and as the skin shifted on his back his breath stuttered; he wanted too much to touch her though and cupped her cheeks. Lifting her head a little so that he could look her in the eye, Konro gave her a soft smile, “I’m not.” If he hadn’t have been hurting so much the man would have leaned in to kiss her. “I’ll answer anything you want, Y/N, just let me rest a little…” Y/N had left him to sleep once he had promised not to push her away again. — - Winter came and winter went, Y/N and Konro spent more time together outside of training, he was sweet with her and at first, she had been anxious because he wouldn’t allow her to go beyond chaste kisses. He had wanted to take it slow and Y/N thought that perhaps he didn’t have the same feelings for her that she had for him, she thought that he was perhaps being kind rather than hurt her feelings again. The first time she had been embarrassed for kissing him out of the blue and getting no reaction, she had thought she had ruined what they already had. This time she could take it. If Konro didn’t like her in the same way then she would accept that, it would take her a little time to recover but she wouldn’t run away again. One morning she arrived at the Guardhouse to meet him and two small bodies barrelled into her. It pushed the air out of her lungs and Hikage grinned up at her whilst Hinata began pulling at her arm, “You two are gonna kill me.” They half dragged her fully inside as they chatted to her at the same time about completely different things. This wasn’t a new thing but usually, Konro was able to rescue her - unlike Benimaru who seemed glad that he wasn’t being victimised by little girls. “Are you going to help me?” “Nope.” Shinmon Benimaru, the Strongest Fire Soldier, the Demolishing King of

Asakusa, could be a complete asshole at times. Hinata pulled Y/N toward Konro’s room, “Konro woke up late,” the small girl pulled open the door to Konro’s room and shoved Y/N inside with more strength than was natural. “Bye-bye-kins!” The door slid closed and Y/N muttered an apology before turning around. Konro was only half-dressed and, to Y/N’s utter delight, his hair was loose about his bandaged shoulders, “It’s fine, Y/N.” She turned shyly and was a little less breathless as he pulled on his coat on and tied his belt, “Sorry I’m not ready yet,” as the Lieutenant reached up to pull his hair back Y/N saw a slight grimace cross his expression; he hadn’t had a good few weeks. Y/N didn’t hesitate to move forward and take his hair tie from him, “I’ll do it, you’ll need to sit down for me though.” She hadn’t expected him to nod and sit down on a stool that he kept to the side, she paused a moment before standing behind him to gather his hair into her hands… it was so different than she had imagined, silkier than she thought, “The first time I saw your hair down, I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest…” Her fingers combed through his hair and once it was smooth she began to wrap the tie around it. “That was the Summer Festival, wasn’t it? I thought you were nervous because it was your first one,” Konro turned his upper body toward her and caused her to lose her hold on his hair and send it all tumbling over his shoulders again, “You saying it was actually me?” Y/N nodded and bent down to press her lips to his, his fingers were gentle on her cheek as he brushed them against her, soft and gentle as usual. The moment she went in for a deeper kiss he moved to kiss her cheek and she let out a sigh unintentionally. Konro gave her a perplexed raise of his eyebrows and she moved to sit on his thigh - she had never done that before and he straightened his posture a little. “Konro… I know you wanted to take things slow and get to know each other better but… do you really like me?” “Course I do.” He didn’t miss a beat, didn’t hesitate for a second to try and calm her insecurity. Y/N wasn’t convinced, “Then why-” “Because if I kiss you the way I want to, I won’t stop.” She felt the hand at the base of her back pulling her in a little and when she looked into his eyes Y/N felt a pleasurable tingle roll through her, “I’ll want to kiss you until our lungs burst, then I’ll want more and more until I’ve devoured you.” The breath left her lungs and her thighs unconsciously tensed together as she felt the tingling concentrate between her legs. It was hard to reply to him when she felt like there was no air in her body and she gave a tentative nod whilst her lips parted to make a quiet, “Oh”. She wouldn’t mind being devoured by him and especially not when he was looking at her so intensely that she thought she might catch fire, there was no longer any doubt that Konro wanted her but she didn’t know why he hadn’t just acted on it before, “Then… then you should do that… I won’t complain even if you end up eating me alive.” “I’m still not a hundred per cent, Y/N,” His hand ran through her hair and he could almost taste her disappointment, “I at least wanna make it special for you.” She barely surpassed rolling her eyes at him, “It’s not like it’s my first time…” “But it’ll be our first time together, so wait just a little longer, okay?” Taken aback by his sincerity, Y/N gave him another small nod and wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him close, if she couldn’t have all of him today then she figured she would enjoy being close to him for now. It was hard not to fall a little more in love with him. — - When spring finally hit, Y/N found herself alone with Konro in a small house by the river, he had told her that it was where he had lived before he formed the Neighbourhood Watch and then moved into the Guardhouse. It was small and cosy, she could see that he had tidied it up somewhat by the new tatami on the floor and the new futon in the next room - she was surprised by how nervous she actually felt. They

were still in their festival Yukatas, her hair was finally free of the twins styling for the night and she was once more treated to the rare sight of Konro’s hair out of its tie. The spring festival wasn’t as loud as the summer one, she had missed it the first time around and it had been nice to walk around arm in arm with Konro until the fireworks had died down and the drunks began to get rowdier - she hadn’t expected Konro to bring her to his old home. Her body was trembling all over, goosebumps were being carefully soothed by large, warm hands and slowly the oxygen in her body was being stolen with every kiss. Y/N had thought she would feel more confident when this moment finally arrived but she was unsure where to put her hands and so excited that she felt like she’d forgotten how to even kiss him, he seemed to know and as he deepened their kisses she gave an almost whimper at the feel of his tongue on hers. She carded her fingers through his hair, once she reached the back of his collar and then she followed it around to his front, from there she slid her hands beneath and pushed it open until it was over his shoulders. Konro felt her shift on his lap and grinned into their kisses, his palms caressed down her sides and cupped her ass so that he could pull her closer. The move forced her legs to part further around his hips so that she wasn’t so much as sat on his lap anymore but straddling him. He let his mouth trail away from her lips down to her throat which she allowed him access to eagerly, her nails pressed into his ribs as he ran his tongue over her skin and gave a teasing scrape of his teeth over her skin, she was still shaking and he pulled away to look at her face, “You okay, Y/N?” Y/N found her throat suddenly felt too dry to speak so she gave a nod instead, Konro tried to suppress his amused smile and pressed a kiss against her forehead; she didn’t like the way his hold began to loosen. She licked her lips and let her hands drop down to his belt, “I’m just really excited,” she told him quickly, “My heart’s beating so fast that I think it’s making my entire body vibrate - I’ve been waiting and waiting and… I’m going to burst if you don’t do something.” “Alright, I get it…” he felt the same way and he was pleased that she was as eager as he was, “Let me lock up in here and I’ll come back to you in the bedroom.” Konro helped her up and she headed into the other room whilst he doused the lamps and made sure the door was locked - he didn’t want anyone disturbing them. As he walked into the bedroom Konro paused at the doorway, he could see that she had removed everything beneath her Yukata and now the pretty robe was pulled loosely over her body, he saw her teeth scrape over her lip and then she was looking up at him so shyly that he couldn’t help but kneel by her side and capture her mouth with his. Konro guided her down onto the futon and opened her Yukata slowly, his thumb brushed the underside of her breast and Y/N gasped into his mouth, it turned into a soft moan as he cupped her and lightly teased her hard nipple. His hair tickled her neck and shoulder as the man trailed kisses down her throat and along her collarbone, he could feel her breath hitch as he neared her chest. She tried to muffled her moan when finally he wrapped his lips around her nipple, he gave a broad lick over the peak and at her shiver, he sucked lightly until he could feel her fingers tugging at his hair - almost like she wasn’t sure whether to pull him away or bring him closer. With her distracted by his mouth, Konro’s fingers brushed down and down, the robe falling from her thigh as he went past and then two of his fingers stroked over her sex. The lightest touch allowed him between and he groaned as he felt the warm, wet heat of her against his skin, her thighs parted and she raised her hips into his touch. Y/N pulled his hair to bring his lips back up to hers, trying to mask her moans and mewls in their kisses as he teased her. He knew where she wanted him but the Lieutenant wasn’t co-operating, he rubbed along her folds

and spread her slick up to her clit but again he skirted around the sensitive nub before returning to her entrance. “K-Konro, please…” her voice shook as she pleaded for him to sink his fingers into her but he wouldn’t; he seemed to enjoy her desperate sounds. Her hand pressed over his, trying to get him to give her some relief and she was frustrated by how strong even his hands were against her insistence, “You’re never this cruel in my head…” “In your head?” He stretched his thumb out to roll over her clit, heat pooled down low in his stomach as she keened at the touch, her back lifting from the futon, “I bet your fingers don’t reach as deep as mine do when you’re thinking of me.” Finally, his fingers sank into Y/N, her body allowed him inside eagerly and Konro curled his digits until he could feel her clenching around them. Konro watched her bear down on him, rolling her hips against his hand and moaning, he let her take her pleasure until he could feel her getting close, the light quiver around his fingers, her harsh breathing and the glazed look in her eyes had him aching. Y/N almost sobbed when he took his hand away, he grabbed her wrist when she tried to finish herself off and pressed it to her side, “You can wait a little longer, Y/N, I promise it’ll be worth it.” She watched as he shed his clothing, the hand he had caught was now fisting into the covers to stop herself from continuing what he had started, Y/N had seen him half-naked before, she noted he wasn’t as heavily wrapped as usual and the soft light in the room played off his toned muscles in a way that made her body tense with need. His cock was thicker than she had seen before and the nervousness from before returned, it must have shown on her expression because Konro reached out to stroke her cheek soothingly, Y/N turned her head and pressed a kiss to his palm. “If you’re not ready-” “I’m ready!” Y/N grabbed his arm and yanked him down over her, she could feel his length on her thigh, hard and twitching - she wanted him too much to be hesitant any more, “I’m not waiting anymore, I can’t. I don’t want any more misunderstandings… I want you, Konro.” Konro leaned down to kiss her, her lips parted for his tongue and he settled between her legs. As far as he was concerned she had him, he was hers until she didn’t want him anymore and he had no intention of letting that happen. He teased her with the tip of his cock, rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves and then, slowly, he began to press into her, the tight ring of muscle fluttered and squeezed around him, “Relax.” He stopped kissing her so that he could watch her face, making sure he wasn’t hurting her as he paused his entry, “It’s just me, Y/N, don’t be nervous…” he placed his forehead to hers and cradled her hips in his hands to lift her a little; they both let out a gasp as he slid further inside. “I’m just excited…” she murmured, her hand rested over his heart and she almost giggled when she felt it hammering against her, “You too, huh?” Konro smiled in reply and Y/N took a deep breath, relaxing so that he was able to bottom out. Their pace was slow at first, kisses and soft touches being exchanged as he made shallow thrusts that made her feel every inch of him. She kept him close, careful not to grip his shoulders but showing no mercy as he nails scored over his lover back and in response, he bucked harder into her. His name escaping her like that, passionate and pleading, had Konro moving a little faster and a little harder. He trailed kisses to her throat again, sucking a mark into her skin that no one would be able to ignore, his finger and thumb teased her nipples, flicking the stiff, aching peaks before soothing them. Each time he drove into her Y/N felt him roll his hips in a way that put pressure on her clit and she bore down on him in response. Y/N’s legs wrapped around him as the heat built and built, warmth spreading throughout her limbs and all the way to her fingers and toes - it wasn’t fair! She’d waited so long for this and her orgasm was rushing up to meet her,

“K-Kon…ro…!” “It’s okay, come on…” Konro squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her clench hard around him, he felt her walls trembling and kept moving even as she gushed around him. The man murmured sweet words into her ear, pressing his lips to her temple and kept going, overstimulating her body until she was clinging to him and all but sobbing his name. Y/N’s body shook as he ploughed into her, as he kept going even as she felt herself cum again, it seemed enough to bring him over the edge too. She felt his hips stutter and then heat filled her, deep and satisfying. For a long moment, only their exhausted breathing could be heard, Konro had rolled onto his back and pulled Y/N against him, her head resting over his chest as he stroked her arm. A suddenly giggle made Konro look down at her and he chuckled as she turned her head up to grin at him, her arm squeezed around his middle and she leaned up to kiss his jaw, “You’re still trembling… excited?” She gave a half shrug and pressed her ear over his heart, “I’m happy this time. And I’m looking forward to doing that again.” “I suppose I did promise to devour you.” Konro sat up, to her surprise, and began trailing his hand down her body, his lips following despite her embarrassed protests. The festival outside the house carried on into the early morning, fireworks and loud cheers covering the sounds of lovemaking inside. Neither realised that as the sun peeked over the tops of the homes in Asakusa that it was a year to the day that Konro went for a walk and heard the clack, clack, clack of wood hitting wood.

#sagamiya Konro #reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai

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estellaelysian · 4 years ago

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Let me be in your Life like that (Dakota x MC)

A/N: First of all, happy Valentine's Day to all of you guys.

I was feeling so bad and guilty that I had written a fic for Ethan and Alishka and not for Dakota and Amber, that I couldn't help myself, and hence, I had to write this. So yes, you guys are in for a ride, and there are going to be two Valentine’s Day fics.

Also, this is complete fluff, because we are saving the angst for the series.

(And please excuse my errors if any, I haven’t gone through them!)

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‘Hey Amber,’ Dakota said, sounding slightly raw and throaty. ‘I am running late, but I’ll be there as soon as I can. Go on and start the movie without me, I have already seen it anyway.’

Click.

Amber sighed.

No hey how are you? No hey, I am so sorry I can’t make it in time … just I am running late and go start the movie without me.

Classic Dakota.

‘What did he say?’ Mateo asked beside her. ‘Is he coming?’

‘No. He said he is running late. Oh, and that we should start without him.’

‘Oh,’ Mateo said, sounding just as dejected as she felt. ‘Well let’s start then.’

‘Yeah, let’s start.’

She balanced up the iPad she held, and at that very moment, she got a notification of a video message from Dakota.

Holding her breath, she opened the video, and there he stood, dressed in a hoodie, wearing a bright smile.

He grinned at the camera.

‘Hey Amber, I know it’s Valentine’s Day, and I know you are mad at me for not being there to watch the movie like we planned to do… Well, I am not at your house with you. I promise I am not standing you up, it’s the opposite of that. I love you, and I just want your Valentine’s Day to be perfect. I don’t know how to do this, umm … you know, I am just trying to do this perfectly, and my mind being the way it is, I can right now think of a million different ways this could go and I am freaking nervous, but all I know is I want this to be special and that you should always remember this. So, here goes…’

Amber pressed a hand to her mouth, keeping from saying anything as she watched Dakota step away and in the next moment, he was in the school, sitting in front of the green screen, talking to Jayden and Heather.

‘So, hello to both of you. I hope you are doing well on this bright day.’

‘Why yes we are,’ Jayden said, grinning widely. ‘And can I just say what a pleasure it is to have you here?’

‘Oh thank you. It is fun to be around you guys, but today I am actually here because I have something to tell my girlfriend.’

‘Oh yeah? Amber?’

‘Yeah, I think she is watching this right now.’

‘Uh, actually, there has been some technical problem,’ Heather said, looking at Dakota. ‘This is not broadcasting now.’

‘NO?’

‘No,’ she said apologetically.

‘But Dakota wait. I can arrange something,’ Jayden said, looking between Dakota and Heather. ‘Just gimme some minutes, I can–’

‘Nah, its fine actually, I can think of doing something else.’

‘No, no, just give me a few minutes…’

But Dakota was already leaving his seat in haste. ‘I am sorry, you guys, I’ll see you soon. For now, I’ve to go.’

And in the next step, he was at another setting, wearing a white sleeveless tee and blue jeans, smiling. She recognized almost all the classmates that entered the frame, all in same clothes.

Faint music started playing in the background, and Dakota made a goofy grin.

‘We could leave the Christmas lights up till January… this is our place, we make the rules. And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?’

Amber smiled at him singing, the best way he could, her hand still pressed to her mouth as he continued.

‘Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home … you’re my, my, my, my lover.’

The music stopped, and his voice rang out, loud and clear. ‘This is too cheesy,’ he declared, watching as the classmates danced and danced, not bothering to stop. With a scoff, he left the screen…

… to emerge a moment later at another location, this time the dog park, again, a trail of classmates following him.

‘Wise men said, only fools rushed in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.’

She giggled as one of the girls moved around and stumbled into him.

‘Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can’t help falling in love with you?’ he sang sweetly.

But their classmates were completely onto him now, flirting and seducing, pulling down his suspenders repeatedly, making Amber laugh. He tried dodging their attempts, but they continued, quite voluptuously, and he kept pulling his suspenders back on.

‘Cut, cut! CUT IT!’ he said, looking exasperated, and all the people stopped dancing or rather, seducing him. ‘Good god, this is a disaster.’

There was another change of frame, and now, he stood in front of Dairy Queen, amidst the people who barely paid attention to the camera that filmed him.

And then, all of a sudden, music came blaring through, and a man and woman who stood right in front of the camera started dancing, like professionals would.

She watched in awe as the woman was swept, quite effortlessly, off her feet and up into the air, as she spinned gracefully in the man’s arms.

And then another couple followed suit.

And then everyone was dancing to the music, and again, she saw Dakota singing as she smiled at the frame. But this time, it wasn’t right in front of the frame. He was barely visible as he sang and danced in the crowd.

‘I don’t wanna think too much, I just wanna feel. You know that it ain’t no rush. Let me keep it real. Just let me be in your life like that, in your life like that. I’ll bring the light right back, I’ll bring the life right back. I’m gonna make you want more, I’m gonna be your new favorite. Tell ‘em you’re closing the door, I’m the only for sure…’

He kneeled with a rose in his hand, smiling.

She giggled unknowingly, and again, the music stopped, this time, Lennox appearing out of nowhere.

‘Where is Amber? Is she here?’ Dakota asked, and she shook her head.

‘What? You didn’t bring her?

‘No, that wasn’t my job! Amy here was supposed to get her!’

‘Wha–’

‘I can fix it. Just wait a sec, I’ll call her.’

‘You’re gonna call her? he asked as she pulled out her phone.

‘Oh my God, you guys, I am so sorry,’ he said, turning to the crowd of dancers waiting expectantly. ‘I am so sorry.’

His mom appeared in the frame now, holding a fancy tux jacket. ‘Here, darling, put this on.’

‘Mom, what are you doing?’

‘Come on, put this on, you are gonna need it.’

He pulled on the jacket, and she handed him a small paper bag along with a laser tag.

‘Use this. Use it now!’

In a blind moment, he drew a circle down on the ground and jumped in, as a woman, who she did not recognize appeared in the video.

Soon, they were in a pursuit, running down the deserted and dark streets, but before long, the woman caught up with Dakota, snatching the bag right out of his hands.

‘Hey!’ he said, whirling around to face her.

‘She doesn’t need this. Did you ever think what might e in here? What is it that you are protecting with all your heart?’

She turned the bag upside down, and down fell bits of paper.

‘Nothing. She doesn’t need fancy gifts. She needs you, there, right now, and if you do want to give her something, it should be this,’ she said, handing him a basket.

And then she was gone.

By now, Amber was completely still, holding her breath. Dakota turned to look at the empty street in shock, but then, before long, started walking down, under the golden pool of light.

She recognized the neighborhood. He was getting close.

Oh God….

The doorbell startled her, and she looked at Mateo.

‘Go, open it,’ he urged, smiling at her. ‘He’d want to see you after so much of running around.’

A giggle escaped her lips as she stood and went to open the door, and there he stood, her Dakota, looking smart and handsome, and disheveled at the same moment, his hair tousled.

he looked absolutely perfect.

‘I love you, Amber,’ he whispered. ‘I love you so, so much. Here,’ he held out the straw basket to her, which seemed to be carrying gummy bears, roses and a few notes.

But she was way past caring about what was in the basket.

She threw her arms around him, and he held her as relieved laughter and tears left her body.

‘I love you too,’ she said, tightening the embrace.

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So yeah, that just happened. It is inspired from a video I watched, and ... yeah, sorry if things got too cheesy.

Thank you for reading.

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alex-ruins-everything · 4 years ago

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Turning Pages - Chapter 9

Intrulogical bookshop au! Read the whole thing on ao3 here.

Logan wasn’t sure what made him invite Remus up to his apartment. It was only the second date, and yet...here he was unlocking his door and letting Remus in for a cup of tea.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess,” he apologized, looking around the pristine apartment. The mess in question was a mug he had left on the drying rack and a book he hadn’t put back on the shelf.

“If this is a mess you’re gonna have a heart attack when you see my place…” Remus mumbled, following Logan in.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Logan assured, heading to the kitchen while Remus walked around the living room. Though he did smile a little at the promise that he’d see Remus’ place eventually. That meant Remus planned on keeping him around a little longer.

Logan pulled down two mugs from the cupboard, one black and one navy blue, and set the kettle on to boil water. He opened up another cupboard humming a little as he looked over the large tea selection.

“What kind of tea would you like?” he asked Remus who was currently looking over the book on the coffee table.

“What kind of tea do you have?”

“Well...I have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepy time, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment, and...earl grey.”

“Uhm…” Remus blinked. “Green tea with lemon and honey?”

“Of course,” Logan nodded, pulling that tin out with the tin of sleepy time and preparing their two mugs for when the water finished boiling.

“Well...I know what to get you for christmas now. Anything tea related,” Remus joked, putting the book down on the coffee table and coming into the kitchen to lean against the counter.

“That is what Patton does when he gets me in the shop’s secret Santa. I’ve got many animal shaped tea infusers from him, most notably the sloth and the llama we’re using now.”

“Aww...you guys have a secret Santa for each other? That’s so cute.”

“Yes, it was Patton’s idea, though I doubt that’s surprising at all,” Logan said, looking to Remus and not being able to stop the light smile from appearing on his face.

There was just something about Remus that made him feel illogical and happy. He was surprised that he didn’t find that to be a bad thing, but it was hard to think of anything other than Remus when the other man was around. The kettle started to whistle and he poured the steaming water into the mugs, handing the black one to Remus.

“We can sit on the couch if you’d like,” he said, heading over to where he usually sat for tea drinking, turning the radio on to his favorite classical station on the way. He kept the volume low so that they could still talk.

Remus followed, sipping his tea and scrunching his nose. He was not a tea person, but Logan had offered it so he would drink it.

“So, pirate royalty romance, huh?” Remus asked with a smirk, picking up the novel on the table again.

Logan blushed deeply, taking the book out of his hands and setting it down. “It’s, ah...a very guilty pleasure of mine. I can’t say I understand the romance aspect, but it is interesting to follow a storyline that is highly historically inaccurate for the sake of romance playing out. And I’ve found I have been giving into my more...whimsical side...recently. I even bought donuts for the shop.”

“Donuts?” Remus gasped, throwing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Who are you and what have you done with my Specs? Pirate romance is one thing, but donuts? Absurd behavior.”

“I know!” Logan said with a light chuckle, catching onto the joke once the hand went up. Roman had explained to him once that that usually meant sarcasm. “Like I said, my head has been up in the clouds.”

“When I’m with you my head is all the way up in outer space, babes.”

Logan blushed again at that, sipping his tea and enjoying the warmth that coursed through his body at it. Though that warmth might have something to do with Remus if he was being honest.

“What’s this?” Remus asked, picking up an open notebook from the coffee table.

Logan’s eyes widened a little when he realized what it was. Oh, shit. The list. The list he had made trying to rationalize away his feelings for Remus.

“Oh, that’s rather embarrassing, we don’t need to- and you’re reading it. Okay,” he sighed slightly, watching the other’s expression as he read.

“You like my eyes?” Remus smiled, looking up. “And you think I’m attractive. And tall.”

“Well, yes. I think the attractiveness and your height are plain facts. I am quite fond of your eyes, though. I think they’re, ah...pretty…?”

“Do you have a pen?”

“A pen?”

“Yeah, I wanna make a list of my own,” Remus replied.

Logan wasn’t sure quite how to respond, but he reached over to the small basket he kept remotes in and pulled out a pen, handing it over. Remus shot him a thanks and got to writing on a clean page of the notebook. Logan could only imagine what sort of thoughts Remus was writing down...but he couldn’t help but find further features to make his heart flutter a bit. The way the tip of Remus’ tongue poked out in concentration or the way his brow furrowed slightly, it was cute.

“Done!” Remus said with a happy grin, pulling Logan out of his thoughts.

“Done with...what?” Logan asked.

“Read it, silly.”

Logan looked down as the notebook was shoved into his hands, sipping his tea as he read the title. Things Remus Likes About Logan. Oh, it was a mimic to the list he had made, except there was no rationalization column. He blushed slightly, going down the numbered list. 1- He has a cute nose. 2- The way he dresses like an old man. 3- He always has good book recommendations. 4- Doesn’t tell me to shut up when I ramble. 5- Great ass. Really good ass. Awesome ass.

Logan thought he might cry a little bit, though the last number on the list got a small chuckle out of him.

“Add your laugh to that list for sure. And your smile,” Remus said, pulling the notebook back to write down both those things.

“Is this you flirting again?”

“It is.”

“Well, then...thank you. Your streams of compliments are appreciated, though unnecessary. I’m not really sure how to flirt back.”

“I think you just did,” Remus replied. “In your own special way, of course.”

“Then I shall continue to flirt in my own special way,” Logan promised with a yawn, a hand coming up to cover his mouth.

Remus looked down at his hardly touched mug of tea before looking back to Logan.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” he said, standing up. “Looks like that sleepy time is kicking in, hm?”

“Only partially, but it is best that I start on my nightly routine before I get too tired,” Logan nodded, standing as well. “Thank you for another nice evening.”

“My pleasure, babes,” Remus grinned, heading towards the door.

Logan followed Remus to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob. They were very close together and looking up at the other he got an urge to do something highly illogical. He wanted to kiss Remus Kingsley. That was ridiculous, Logan had never particularly wanted to kiss anyone ever in his life. It seemed Remus had a similar idea, though, as he started to lean in, hesitating for a moment to give Logan a chance to back away. Logan didn’t, standing his ground and tilting his head up a little bit until he felt Remus’ lips on his. Just a quick peck of a kiss, but it set his whole mind ablaze even more than when Remus had kissed his cheek.

“G’night, Specs,” Remus said, pecking Logan’s lips once more and heading out.

Logan was left rather speechless, not even processing Remus had left. Remus who he had just kissed and it had felt electrifying from just that small peck. He was left internally squealing as he sipped his tea with a personal smile and started on his night routine, smiling at the list Remus made when he went to clean up the other’s untouched tea. Maybe, just maybe, he could supply Patton with some proper gossip tomorrow.

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This Christmas pt4

John Wick x Reader

Masterlist This Christmas Masterlist.

Y/n had gone to bed the previous night with her time with John playing on a loop in her mind. Regardless of her efforts to drop the issue, she just couldn't help but wonder what had made him pull away. Or if he was ever going to kiss her at all. The debate had rattled around her mind until she succumbed to sleep, only for him to be the first person on her mind when she awoke the next morning.

It was just past eight am and Y/n was getting ready to meet John at his room, and then Robert in the lobby so they could all head to an investor's brunch when three short taps on her door had her making short work of finishing up with her shoes so she could get to the door. "John?" She stuttered, shocked that he'd made his way to her door much earlier than they planned to meet.

"Hey, are you ready yet?" He began, clearly not in the mood to spare a minute or two for pleasantries.

Knitting her brows, Y/n looked down at herself before glancing at John again, “Do I look ready?”

She watched as his eyes roamed her form, trying not to stare altogether, “Is this a trick question?” Y/n had suspected he was done and was about to confirm that she was not ready, when John hastily continued, “Cause you look fine. Well, not just fine. You look great actually,” he gestured to her outfit, “I mean,” clearing his throat, John took a short breath and Y/n smirked at how uncharacteristically flustered he was, “You look…..nice, like that I mean.”

Heat rushed to Y/n’s cheeks and he bent her head, too giddy by his compliment to respond immediately, though, she eventually pulled herself together enough to let him know that she was almost done with her hair. He hadn't out rightly said so, but as Y/n finished up, occasionally peeking at John pacing the sitting room, she quickly realized that he was in a hurry and tried to make short work of pinning her soft waves up into a stylish half-updo.

"Ready," caught off guard, John, who seemed deep in thought, jumped slightly and Y/n had to suppress the urge to giggle as she slipped past the open door, collecting her clutch.

Turning to face her, John stood, stunned speechless for a moment as he stared; in awe of how one simple hairdo seemed to elevate her entire look; highlighting her makeup and boasting the parts of her shoulders that her dress had left exposed. "You….I…."

"Thank you," Y/n chuckled, knowing that speechlessness was possibly the highest praise she could get from John, unlike most times, he wasn't being quiet because he wanted to be, but because he simply didn't think any words would suffice.

Ducking his head bashfully, he grinned surprising her, and Y/n blushed at the realization that she was the one that had roused it from him. "You're welcome."

"Ready to go? I'll just text Rob and-"

"Actually," cutting her off, John cleared his throat, "I actually came to give you something," quickly, he reached into his breast pocket, producing an envelope held closed with red ribbon, "Merry Christmas, Y/n." He presented it awkwardly and had already seemed flustered when he stepped closer to hand it over, "I hope it's not too late," John noted softly as she relieved him of it.

"Well it is only Christmas Eve, so technically you're-" gasping, Y/n's went wide as she eventually pulled a lone plane ticket out of the paper pocket, "Does this mean……?"

"Yeah," he wasn't smiling, but John's rugged features seemed softer somehow; fonder. "Yeah," he clarified, "You should be with your family Y/n, not here with me. It was wrong of me to-"

Flinging herself to his chest, Y/n captured John in a hug, tossing her arms around his neck and standing on the very tips of her toes so she could bury her face in his neck. His cologne overwhelmed her senses, or maybe it was just the sheer emotion brought on by his touching gift, and she teared up, shutting her eyes tightly to keep the moisture from falling. "Thank you," she breathed, squeezing him tighter when John finally submitted to reciprocating.

"It was my pleasure," he spoke softly as Y/n reluctantly loosened her embrace though not letting go as she leaned back to meet his eyes. "We should get going though, you're flight leaves soon," he seemed uncomfortable with their proximity, even if he'd kept holding her at the waist.

With quivering, anxious lips, she blurted out; "Come with me." It wasn't a question, instead, more of a suggestion or and offer. If he came, then everything that Y/n thought that she felt between them would be proven real. If he came then they had a chance.

"I….." John gazed at her, his expression one Y/n had never seen him wear. So indecipherable that she wasn't sure what to expect next, though, when he lifted one of his hands to let his thumb brush the apple of her cheek, his stocky fingers tangled in her hair. "Y/n….." Her name on his lips was breathy and laced with longing and John even leaned down, getting close enough so she could almost taste the coffee lingering on his breath. Arching into him, she was prepared to take an unspoken response as a 'yes' when his expression turned pained and he swallowed thickly, shaking his head, "I can't," he let her go, stepping back as she dropped her hands, "But I can drive with you to the airport."

"Why not?" Clenching her jaw, she bit back tears. She could understand the first time, when they were on the balcony; in the near darkness with shadows dancing on their faces it was easy to misread signals. But that morning, that very bright Christmas Eve morning, it was easy to see that he wanted to kiss her, but he was holding himself back, for a reason she couldn't fathom.

"Because," looking around the room, John sighed heavily, "I have to work and this morning is important and-"

Shaking her head, Y/n scoffed a dry chuckle, "I can't believe it; I thought you'd changed. But you're always gonna be this person."

"What kind of person?" John's head snapped towards her direction, his brows knitted in irritated confusion.

"The kind of person that's so ice cold he can't bear to let anyone in. And this," she held up the ticket, "This is just because you're feeling guilty. And I'm not gonna accept it just so you can clear your conscience," hastily Y/n shoved thrust the ticket to his chest, “If you still want me to go, I can find my own way there.”

Gently grasping her wrist, John guided her hand away from his chest, “This isn’t me feeling guilty,” he gritted, “I’m trying to do something nice for you, because……” Desperately, Y/n clung to John’s unspoken words, “Because…..just take it Y/n, it’s a gift. And I mean it when I say that I’m not doing this so I can feel better about myself, I’m doing it because….I…..want you to be happy, and being here doesn’t make you happy.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped and while they weren’t exactly the words she wanted to hear, coming from John, they meant so much. They meant that he, even if he wasn’t going to admit it, was putting what she wanted above what he needed. But more so, it meant that he was choosing to be lonely again, because heaven knows he wasn’t going to spend Christmas with Robert, just so she could be with her family. “Thank you,” cocking a half smile, her eyes softened, only to light up a moment later, “I almost forgot, I got you something. I was going to give it to you tomorrow, but since I’m leaving-”

“Oh,” suddenly unsure of how to behave, John grew red in face and started stuttering, “You didn’t have to-”

Collecting a small gift bag from behind her tote, set on a small, glass dining table. It was glittery with colorful trees peppered about it, with white and green paper sticking out from the top and when Y/n offered it to John, she could tell that the sentiment alone had touched him. “It’s not anything as fancy as a plane ticket, but I just thought you could use…..a little bit of color. Merry Christmas John,” standing on her tiptoes, she handed over the bag, simultaneously pecking him on the cheek, near his lips.

Even after she’d moved away, John remained rooted to the center of the floor, holding the gift bag as if he wasn’t sure what he should do with it. “Thanks,” he managed, still dazed, “You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know,” shrugging, Y/n stopped rearranging the things she left laid out on the table, something she’d been doing to keep her hands busy, “But I wanted to. Besides, my mom always said everyone should get at least one thing from someone that cares about them on Christmas. You sure you don’t want to come with me? They won’t mind.”

“No,’ he brushed her off, “I’ve got a lot of work to do. But I hope you have a good time with your family.”

Nodding, Y/n smiled faintly, “I will.” As he moved to step around her, intent on leaving her room to let her pack, their shoulders brushed accidentally and Y/n’s eyes locked with John’s. The minute seemed to stretch on forever, but that time, knowing that nothing would come from it, she was the one to turn away, disappearing into the small bedroom, leaving John to let himself out.

Without Y/n, the ride back to the hotel after brunch felt void of warmth. Of course, Robert had tried to strike up conversation once or twice, but John wasn’t in the mood; his head was far away, thinking of the morning with Y/n, their almost kiss, their spat, the way she looked at him before walking out of the room. The way she pecked him on his cheek, so close to his lips that all it would have taken was the slightest shift for his mouth to be on hers. And yet, he hadn’t taken the chance.

That didn’t mean he hadn’t wanted to though, John had been thinking of what it would be like to kiss Y/n since they were standing on the balcony the night before, and perhaps even longer. He’d wondered if she would reciprocate; part of him clung to the belief that she would, but alas, he was terrible at reading the signals and terribly afraid that kissing Y/n would mean driving away the only person that really cared about him. She cared, she’d almost spelt it out too.

“This is new,” Robert noted beside him, reaching across to flick the end of his navy blue and forest green plaid scarf, the fringed ends shifting as he did, “Nice colors.”

Clearing his throat, John gathered some of the length in his palm, feeling the softness between his rough fingers, a perfect contrast and soothingly warm. It was the gift Y/n had gotten him, the one he’d unpacked the minute he shut his suite door behind himself. The one that had come with a little card in the bag that read ‘for your first real Christmas. Maybe next year we’ll try a sweater.’ The scarf had been a pleasant surprise and John knew that it was definitely because she’d noticed that black dominated his wardrobe, “I just thought you could use…..a little bit of color”

“Thanks,” he nodded, his low tone gruff, “It was a gift.”

“From Y/n,” Robert probed curiously, causing John to roll his eyes.

Nonetheless, he confirmed, “From Y/n.” Then catching Robert’s knowing look directed to out the window, coupled with his mischievous smirk, John sighed heavily, “What?”

Shaking his shoulders, Robert bent his head, pretending to fiddle with his phone, “Nothing,” the other man hummed quietly. “It’s just…….she’s amazing, you know?” And as he began, John rolled his eyes in a bid to quell his jealousy. “She sees the good in people, and she sees the good in you.”

Suddenly defensive, John interrupted, not willing to let Robert add to his inner turmoil, “”Look, I don’t know why you’re telling me this but-”

“I’m telling you this because she won’t. I’m telling you this cause Y/n is my friend and I care about her and she cares about you and all you ever seem to do is upset her. I’m telling you this because she’s a good woman, and I know we’re not friends or whatever, but I’d hate to see you two miss out on something great because you’re too stupid to fess up to your feelings. I see the way you look at her.”

Huffing, John leaned back into the warmed seat of the back sedan, “Yeah? Lemme guess, cause you look at her the same way?”

“No,” Robert chuckled wistfully, “Well, I mean, I used to, but she doesn’t want me like that, and that’s okay, we’re better off as friends,” he shrugged indifferently, “But I see the way you look at her, and I know what that means because it's the same way she looks at you.”

Finally coming to terms with the confirmation that she did, by some miracle, feel the same, John slumped his shoulders. What came next was perhaps more peculiar that him admitting his feelings, and even Robert seemed surprised by his admission, spoken so softly that he might have said it more to himself than anyone else, “I think I blew it. And now she’s gone.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” shaking his head, Robert exhaled quietly, “She’s not gone. She’s in Connecticut, and for what it’s worth, when I spoke to her after her flight landed, she was pretty bummed that you wouldn’t go with her; cause she doesn’t want you to be alone tomorrow.”

Still rubbing the soft fabric between his fingers, John sank into thought after merely a mumbled response; maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late after all.

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