#so i was like i know what’d be a good idea. i could call her and see if she wants to have a takeaway together

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Just sitting here eating breadsticks in the calm before the storm tbh

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STOP IT RAFE, YOU'RE BEING MEAN! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; bestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary; rafe has a strict rule that if you ever leave anywhere, you tell him. and when you break that rule, he goes ballistic (bsf!rafe cameron x reader)

warnings ; angst! verbal fighting, angry!rafe, kinda mean rafe, theyre both annoyingly oblivious.. warning this did not turn out how i planned it to be but im also not mad at it, idkkkk

to say you were bored was an understatement.

it was a regular rowdy saturday night in the outerbanks, this nights party being at a random kooks house on the figure eight whose name you couldn't quite remember

you were nursing a forgotten red solo cup of punch in your hand, crowd-watching to pass the time.

it wasn't normal that rafe actually succeeded in convincing you to come to these things. because as much as you liked chatting with spoiled self-absorbed kooks over disgustingly sweet punch, you'd rather stay cuddled up in your fluffy pyjamas and watch sappy romcoms on rafe's couch.

but nevertheless, here you were. dreading every decision you had ever made up to that point as you watched rafe from across the room. a blonde kook girl climbing over him and straddling his hips, sitting on his lap as he smirked.

you knew you really had no right being mad at him because you weren’t dating.

but from the start of your more than 10 year friendship, rafe made it clear that you were and always will be his.

so why didn’t that rule go both ways?

with all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, you failed to hear a certain blonde pouges voice echo around you.

you snapped out of your state, consciousness returning to your mind as a hand was waved repeatedly in your face.

“hey! you there princess?” a smile adorned the boys face, a ratty snapback placed backwards on his blonde hair.

“yeah, jj. right here” you joked, smiling brightly back at him as you brought your cup up to your lips.

“thought we lost you there for a bit princess? what’d you doing standing here all alone?” jj asked, surprised to see your constant kook king shadow nowhere to be seen.

“just people watching, the usual. where’s kie?” you quickly changed the subject, wanting anything to get your mind off of rafe.

“around here somewhere i hope. gonna’ try to round everyone up to we can get outta here. early morning for us cut goers tomorrow, fish to catch and things to steal” you giggled at his joke, earning an even wider grin on his face.

you always liked jj. you thought he was funny, and he was the most loyal person to his friends that you knew. and despite his manic tendencies, you trusted him.

“have a nice night j. drive safe!” you said, watching him wink at you before he disappeared into the crowd.

with jj gone, you were left to your own thoughts agian, which was never a good thing.

you glanced over again at rafe sitting comfortably on the couch on the deck. the light from inside illuminating his face as he leaned over to the table, picking up a small bag of white powder and handing it to a random touran.

you bit your lip as you noticed the same blonde from before clinging to his side, rafe seeming unbothered but making no move to push her off.

god, you couldn’t even imagine how rafe would react if he saw you speaking to jj earlier. so why is it that he can literally let a girl dry hump him in the middle of a party and you shouldn’t care?

you didn’t know why you cared though, because rafe is you best friend, nothing more.

right?

you didn’t have time to think about that right now though, you just needed to get the fuck out of this party right now or you were gonna explode.

an idea clicked in your brain and jj dragged a drunk john b towards the entrance of the house, kiara and pope following quickly behind.

you decided that this was now or never, placing your red solo cup onto a random table as you walked towards them.

“hey jj!” you called out, his head immediately snapping towards you. “you think you could give me a ride home?”

it was nearly 30 minutes later that rafe noticed you were no longer in your spot in corner of the house. business was coming to a halt as he sold his last few grams of cocaine, a heavy wad of cash safely resting in his back pocket.

his eyes scanned the crowd for your face, but you were no where to be seen.

and rafe was starting to freak the fuck out.

he knew you wouldn’t go upstairs to any bedrooms, or go out for an impulse swim in the pool. and he knew most of all that you wouldn’t just leave without telling him, and the notification box in his voice remained empty from your contact.

he ran his hand roughly through his hair, pulling aggressively at the roots and cussing to himself frustrated.

his eyes widened as he saw your friend in the crowd, interrupting what ever useless conversation she was having, because until he knew you were safe, nothing was more important.

he asked rudely where you were, watching as her face morphed into shock that rafe was talking to her. because well, if it’s not plotting on the pouges or selling drugs, rafe doesn’t interact with anyone but you or his friends.

“i-i im not sure. i saw her leave like a bit less than half an hour ago. i thought she told you, she always does”

rafe clenched his jaw, hundreds and thousands of thoughts running through his head. “was she alone?”

“n-no. she was with that jj guy and his friends” your friend murmured, nervous she was ratting you out to the scariest guy in the whole of kildare.

it was safe to say that rafe was fucking pissed.

it took him less than a few seconds to put his keys into the ignition of his jeep and drive illegally fast to your house. you liked to piss him off often when you were in a mood, but never with your safety.

rafe never fucked with your safety, ever.

he murmured venomous cusses to himself and he walked towards your house, the pebbles from your mothers perfect drive way crunching under his feet as he speed to your door.

he made a beeline to the entrance of your home, the white arches welcoming and the doorway dimly lit by the porch lights.

he planted his feet straight on the 'welcome home' door mat, lifting his balled fist up to the door and sending booming knocks to the wood panel.

his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists so hard together there was sure to be crimson-red crescent indents from his fingernails. he was fuming.

the click of the lock releasing from the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the door handle turning and the lobby of the inside of your house quickly coming into view.

he locked eyes with your figure immediately, a pink fluffy towel in your hand as you dried your hair. you were only wearing a pair of long socks and rafes shirt which reached more than halfway down your thighs, your face bare of makeup.

you jumped as you saw the look on his face, an anger prevalent in his stare that you had never seen directed at you. fuck. you were in some deep shit.

you parted your lips to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. for the first time in your life, you were scared of rafe. not that he was going to harm you physically, no, never that.

but you knew how much he cared about you and your safety. you just wished he cared that much about your feelings. you wanted him to see that.

"rafe" you said, your voice coming out as a whisper as you watch the lines on his forehead crease together as thousands of thoughts ran through his head.

"what the fuck were you thinking?" he spat as he pushed you as softly as he could into the house so he could close the door, worried the cold of the night was going to make you shiver.

you didn't have time to answer before he started again, running a hand roughly through his hair as he huffed. "you just left? you fucking left a party at night without even texting me, and you let that fucking pouge drive you home!"

you rolled your eyes at the last statement, this was all about jj? "so that's all you care about? me going home with a boy i've known since third grade who just so happens to live on the cut? you don't give a shit about me, you just care about this stupid kook pouge rivalry!"

"don't say what you know isn't true ma. you know i care about you more than i care about myself." he stated, nearly all the anger in him draining out as he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. he couldn't handle seeing you cry.

"how do i know you care about me rafe? because you don't seem to show it." you sighed pushing yourself as far away from him as you could, your back pushing up against the wall.

"don't fucking say to me y/n. i've loved you from the moment i met you." you finally stopped looking at the floor, lifting your chin so you made eye contact with him.

"stop it rafe, you're being mean" you whispered, mostly to yourself more than rafe. you couldn't listen to him say how much he loved and cared about you for one more second. not when you still had the picture of him being essentially dry-humped in the middle of a party by a girl you didn't even know.

"ma i love you. you know that. you're my world, my favourite girl. why are you fighting this?" rafe said, trying to hold you wrist in his hand before you quickly pulled it away.

"bec-because you can't just say all this then turn around and have make outs with other girls right in front of me. it-its not fair." you spoke, the tears finally making their way down your cheeks in steady streams.

rafe physically flinched at your statement, his palms getting sweaty and his heart rate increasing into rapid beats. was he actually going to admit his love for you right now, like this?

"what are you saying y/n?" he asked, his voice cracking as his face fell. his mind racing with how many outcomes could come out of this conversation.

"that i love you, you idiot!"

[wonderjanga]

Marvel and the Supernatural

Basically some Marvel interactions with supernatural creatures. I think he would be really friendly with some and, you know, not as friendly to others.

Marvel: “Sorry, guys. I gotta head out early.”

Flash: “Dude, why? I wanna see a drunk Marvel!”

Aquaman: “Cap, what would it take for you to accept even one invitation for drink?”

Marvel: “Uh…”

Superman: “Cap, you know you can just tell us if you don’t want to go.”

Marvel: “Oh- uh- it’s not that. I already have plans, that’s why I can’t go. I have to see a friend of mine who’s visiting.”

Wonder Woman: “A friend?”

GL: “I thought we were your only friends.”

Marvel: “I have other friends.” *sounds slightly offended before brushing off the offense* “You guys might know her actually.”

Superman: “Is she a hero?”

Marvel: “Oh no. She’s Bigfoot.”

*loud silence*

GL: “What…?”

Marvel: “She’s Bigfoot, but she prefers when I call her Rhonda. She’s a very classy lady.” *nods head* “We get tea every time she’s in town.”

*another loud silence*

Aquaman: “Buddy…” *puts hand on Marvel’s shoulder* “If you really don’t want to hang out with us that badly, you can just tell us. You don’t have a make up an excuse like that.”

Marvel: *visibly tenses at being called a liar* “I’m not a liar guys.” *shrugs off hand and shoves own hand into pocket dimension and starts rummages, looking for something*

JL: *horrified for a solid three seconds when they see half of Marvel’s arm disappear*

Marvel: *pulls photo from pocket dimension* “Look!” *shows photo of him at a table that looks comically small compared to him, also holding a tea cup too small for an 8ft tall man. Also shows Bigfoot in a very elegant sundress also sitting at the table, also making it look comically small while also holding a teacup that also looks too small for it*

*loudest silence*

GL: “Why are you casually just friends with Bigfoot? How do you just fail to mention things like this??”

or

Batman: “Marvel, why did you put in a notice for leave?”

Marvel: “I thought I put sick leave?”

Batman: “No… You just sent in an email that said, “I’ll be gone for a week” and that’s it.”

Marvel: “Oh. My bad. Well, I’m gonna be gone for a week cause I’m going Wendigo hunting with a couple buddies of mine.”

Batman: “Wendigo. Like the evil, man eating spirit.” *raises brow as if it’s noticeable from under his cowl*

Marvel: “Yeah! It’s kinda like big game hunting, but for people with magic. Plus, they’re kinda starting to become a problem up North. Wanna come?”

Batman: “I don’t have magic.”

Marvel: *shrugs* “You’re Batman. You could probably figure out a way. But even then, we’d be happy to have you.”

Batman: “Hn.” (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

or

Flash: “Dude, you’re sulking. You never sulk! Something’s wrong.”

Marvel: “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m mad at Satan.”

Flash: “Me too, bro me too.” *pats shoulder* “What’d the devil do to you?”

Marvel: “He cheated at poker!”

Flash: “You gamble— I see. So you’re down on your luck at casinos.”

Marvel: “No, like literally! He hid a card up his furry sleeve!”

Flash: *blinks rapidly trying to process that whole statement* “Oh. Uh- you could always disinvite him.”

Marvel: “I guess. But he’s my friend.”

Flash: “Why can you confidently say you’re friends with the devil?”

Marvel: *ignores his question* “What if that hurts our friendship?”

Flash: “Maybe try talking to him about it…?”

Marvel: “That’s actually… a pretty good idea! Thanks, Flash!” *hops up and speeds off to where Flash can assume is literal hell*

[writingsbytee]

HE'S NOT YOU - AARON PIERRE X BLACK FEM (AFAB) READER

WARNINGS: 18+; minors don’t interact 

PAIRING: Aaron x Lauren, “Lo” (reader)

SUMMARY: You and Aaron are roommates and he gets jealous when you get hit on by a client. It switches POV’s throughout, so if that’s something you don’t enjoy, this might not be the one for you. 

TROPES: friends to lovers; mutual pining; soft-dom; use of pet names; mostly a lot of dialogue and fluff

WORD COUNT: 3,611

A/N: Ok y’all created a monster! I’ve been hooked reading what everyone’s been writing about Aaron. You guys are so creative! I’m a little sensitive about my writing because I’m just getting into it but I do accept constructive criticism/feedback. Happy reading! Muah <3 p.s. this isn’t proofread.

*Please do not plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs!*

“Lauren?!” Aaron shouts entering your shared condo. He was so excited, Aaron got the call not too long ago that he’d just landed a major project. It's probably the biggest one he’s ever done so far. On his way home to share the good news, he picked up your favorite Indian takeout to celebrate.

Eyes frantically searching the common area, Aaron moved his search deeper into your home. ‘Where is she?’ he thought to himself. Finally, making it to your bedroom door he knocked twice. When he got no response after about 30 seconds he tried twisting the doorknob—the gentle click alerting him that the door was unlocked.  Aaron peeked his head in the door, swiveling from left to right looking for you. 

He could hear the shower now, and your gentle humming some song that you’ve been singing around your home for days. Aaron let out a gentle sigh before retreating out the door. That is before something on your bed caught his eye. Not thinking, Aaron pushed your door open and barged into your room. The black lingerie set with matching garter laid flat on your bed as if it took you all day to find the perfect set. 

Aaron was at war with his emotions. On one hand, he was turned on. The idea of his sweet, innocent Lauren on her knees waiting for him wearing this was almost too much to think about. On the other hand, he was pissed. Who was she wearing this for? Where is she going? Aaron reached out to touch the material. The lace was soft and delicate in his hands like it had been well taken care of.  How was he supposed to even look at you knowing you had this on under your clothes?

Aaron’s attention turned back to your bathroom door as he heard the water shut off. Quickly exiting your room he made it back to the kitchen to start unpacking the dinner he bought for you both. It was getting harder and harder for him to hide his true feelings about you. You both had met right out of college, completely on a whim. Aaron was looking for a roommate and posted an ad online. When you replied, you had no idea what’d be in store for you.

“Aaron you’re home!” You shouted as you made your way into the kitchen. You looked fucking phenomenal in your all-black ensemble. Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off you, figure accentuated in your slacks and button-up. Hair styled impeccably in a messy but neat low bun. Looking like a boss bitch in your power suit had Aaron a bit turned on.

“Don’t tell me you’re meeting a client,” Aaron groaned. He should’ve known that after seeing what you had laid out in the bed. You’re a PR agent for a few celebrities and big-wig politicians but you’d been going back and forth recently with some cocky CEO asshole. He’s been giving you the run-around, pitting you and another agent against each other. When you finally drew your line and decided that the money wasn’t worth it, your client had his team calling you nonstop. 

“Just a quick dinner. Put your shoes on and come with me. I’ll pay for all your drinks,” you persuade batting your eyelashes at him.  How could he say no to you when you looked at him like that?

“Fine but we’re taking my car,” Aaron says. You finally take notice of the dining room. Table set with candles and low lighting. 

“Wait, what’s going on?” you ask as you spin around to look at your roommate.

Aaron takes on a sheepish expression, “I had some good news, and I wanted to celebrate with my best girl.”

Your heart warms at the boyish expression on Aaron’s face. Then you realize what he must be celebrating. 

“Wait! You got the part didn’t you!?”, your heart rate accelerates as your excitement gets the best of you. 

“I got the call today,” Aaron grins, all 32 of those perfect teeth on display. You let out a squeal before launching yourself into his arms. 

You begin to smother his face in kisses. 

“I’m so proud of you! You worked so hard for this opportunity Aaron. This was meant to be! I knew you had it in the bag! You have to come out with me now! We’re going to ‘the Flamingo Room’, it just opened.”

Aaron feels his face warm, “Nah, I don’t want to get in the way. You’re going there for work, not to party”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not taking no for an answer Aaron. If I have to drag your big ass out of here myself you’re coming with me. This meeting should be no longer than an hour, just finalizing a few details in my contract. Please come, I want to celebrate you.”

Aaron looks down at you, a small smirk forming, “How long do I have to freshen up?”

A small squeak leaves your lips as you run towards his room, “Forty-five minutes! Go shower, I’m picking out your outfit!”

A small chuckle leaves Aaron’s lips as he watches you dash down the hall. Tonight is the night, he’d decided. He would finally tell you how he felt about you. You were the first person he wanted to tell his good news to. The first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing before bed. How could he not fall in love with you? You’re beautiful, successful, a comedic genius, had a body to die for.  He knows you’d caught him staring at that round plump ass more times than he could count.

Aaron had his hand on your lower back as he led you two into the lounge. 

“If it wasn’t obvious, you look beautiful princess,” Aaron said looking down at you. Your cheeks warmed a shy smile forming on your lips. Doesn’t he know that he can’t say these things to you? You’d been hopelessly in love with your roommate for almost as long as you two had been living together. Did he know that? Obviously not.

“Thanks, big guy,” you say, kissing his cheek and wiping the excess lipgloss off. Aaron loved it when you doted on him like that. He didn’t want you to wipe the gloss off his cheek, he wanted to wear it like a badge of honor.

You flag the bartender giving her your card to start a tab.  “Anything that big guy wants just put it on my tab, thanks gorgeous,” you said winking at the bartender. Not that she noticed, she was too busy staring at Aaron. Not that you can blame her he looks fucking delicious in his all-black ensemble, the semi-sheer button-up being the star of the show. You could see your client waving at you from across the room. Putting a finger up to signal ‘one minute’ you turn to Aaron.

“Ok, I shouldn’t be too long. He’s only getting an hour and fifteen minutes, and then I’m all yours.”

“Mm I like the sound of that, hurry back,” Aaron said smirking over the rim of his glass, which got to him surprisingly fast.

You feel your cheeks warm, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips before muttering a goodbye and heading to your client. You had to get your head on straight, mind turning to mush whenever Aaron was around. In your mind, you decided that you were finally going to tell him how you felt about him. You wanted him like you’d never wanted a man before. Not wanting to disrupt the bond you two already had, but something had to give. 

“Lauren, can you hear me?” Your client said. 

Snapping back to reality you plastered a fake smile. 

“Yes Charlie, I’m listening. Just enjoying the view,” you say glancing toward Aaron again. He looked so fucking sexy leaning against the bar. With his 6’3 frame and impressive build he towers over most people. 

“So have you read over the file I gave you?” you ask taking a sip of the red wine he’d ordered. It was strong and bitter, which wasn’t your taste, but you were being polite. 

“Yeah, everything seems in order. Legal finally agrees with all the changes you’ve proposed. I have it ready to sign”, Charlie says. 

“Great!”, You beam. You could sign and get back to Aaron. You wanted to let loose and have fun, you’d been working nonstop with finalizing your contract and a break is within your reach. After signing, you slid the contract back over to Charlie. You glance back in Aaron’s direction, a small frown forming on your lips as you see the bartender flirting with him. A small huff leaves your lips as you re-focus on your client. 

“So we’ll be spending a lot of time together? You better get used to seeing this ugly mug” Charlie asks with a smirk on his face. Charlie was fine, the best way to describe him would be a Paul Walker doppelgänger. He’s the CEO of a Fortune 500 company and has recently had to have a change in PR firms due to a conflict of interest. 

“Me or someone else from my team at the firm,” you say with an awkward smile. Charlie’s fine that’s not the issue, the issue is standing across the lounge looking like Scar personified. Aaron shoots you a small smirk before mouthing ‘Hurry up!’. You bite your lip to contain your grin, you were so far gone for this man. 

“I’d prefer you if I’m being honest, not too often my PR agent is so easy on the eyes,” Charlie smirks, topping off your glass. 

“Oh Charlie ever the charmer,” you squeeze out a fake laugh. Ok, it was time to end this meeting now.

“Well, if you have no other questions or concerns I have a personal obligation I need to get to”, you say rising slowly. Charlie shoots out of his chair coming to your side to pull the remainder of your chair out. 

“Of course! My driver’s right outside. Walk me out?” He asked offering you his arm. You finish your drink before grabbing your purse and his arm. Leading you two outside. You sneak a glance in Aaron’s direction to see him with an annoyed frown on his face. Charlie guides you the rest of the way out of the club, you two approaching a blacked-out suburban. You spot Charlie’s driver get out to open his door. He stops short turning towards you.

“I look forward to working more closely with you,” Charlie said grabbing my hand. He brought it up to his lips, placing a kiss there. 

You open your mouth to reply but before you can an arm snakes around your waist. 

“Hey, baby you almost finished?” Aaron's voice takes you by surprise as his hand spreads across your hip. 

Your eyes widened as you looked up at your usually gentle giant.

“Just about. Aaron this is my new client Charlie. Charlie this is Aaron, my boyfriend”, the lie slips so easily from your lips. It feels natural. 

“Oh hey man, nice to meet you. I’m a big fan,” Charlie says reaching his hand towards Aaron. They shake and an awkward silence settles among you all. 

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer than I have to. You guys have a good night. Nice to meet you Aaron,” Charlie has a slightly frightened look on his face as he retreats toward his car. We watch him get in and drive away before you spin in Aaron’s arm, an accusing smirk on your face.

“You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” you asked chuckling slightly.

“Nah, motherfucker was getting too handsy. He needed to know his place.”

You were barely paying attention to what he was saying. Aaron’s chest is puffed out, his face in that beautiful scowl you love, and his voice has dropped a pitch. Oh god, he’s hot when he’s being all possessive. 

“What’s the matter? You jealous big guy?”, you ask looking up at him.

Aaron looks down at you, something flashes in his eyes.

“You know what? Yeah, I was getting pretty pissed off at watching him make googly eyes at you and you laugh at all his jokes. I don’t want to pretend that I don’t have feelings for you anymore. You can’t deny our chemistry. When I got the call today, you were the first person I thought of calling. I’m sorry if I jumped in and messed up the end of your deal, I was just tired of seeing him touch you,” Aaron exhales his face softening. 

“I wish you’d told me this sooner. We could’ve been dating by now! I never wanted Charlie Aaron, he’s not you” You laughed launching yourself into his arms. 

“So I take it you feel the same way?”, he’s smirking down at you, gaze lingering on your lips.

“You bet your sweet ass I do. Surprised I didn’t give myself away,” you say rolling your eyes playfully. 

“ I should’ve said something to you sooner, you’re right. I just would rather have you as my friend than nothing at all. Come on let’s go inside, we still need to celebrate”, Aaron places a kiss on the corner of your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. 

You were on cloud nine. That all happened so quickly that it seemed too good to be true. You forgot who you were dealing with, Aaron is so emotionally intelligent and articulate with his thoughts. Effective communication was such a turn-on for you. You allowed Aaron to lead you inside, turning your brain off.

You loved the fact that Aaron’s a real man, no coaching, no faking, just a real man. He knows how to communicate, he’s thoughtful, caring, and sweet. He never lets you walk on the same side as traffic. Always seem to know what you need before you know it yourself. He’s always been in-tune with you and your emotions and vice versa. 

Aaron’s heart rate hadn’t slowed down yet. He was scared shitless that you were going to reject him. When he saw the way your eyes lit up when he made his confession he didn’t know why he was so scared in the first place. He’s in love with you. Is he going to tell you that now? No, probably not, soon though. Now he’s just going to enjoy the night and hopefully finish it with his face in between your thighs.

You wanted Aaron. Your back pressed against his front as you two danced. Aaron’s hand snaked around your waist pulling you closer, the action making your tummy flutter. 

You spun in his arms taking in the tall drink of water in your arms. “You look so fucking sexy in your outfit. I did a good job”

Aaron tilts his head back, a bark of laughter leaving his lips. “Thank you, princess. I love being dressed by you.”

Your cheeks warmed and a soft smile formed on your face.

“Yeah? you like it when I call you that don’t you baby?” Aaron asks his hand reaching up to caress your cheek. Your mind goes blank, did he just..

“Answer Daddy when he asks you a question princess,” Aaron says his voice taking on that low rattle that does shameful things to your imagination. You look up at him, this Aaron looks completely different from the Aaron you arrived with. Pupils blown wide, eyes the color of a foggy Oregon forest, and his lips partially upturned into a devious smirk. This man looks like sex.

You nod slowly, “Yes Daddy,” you whisper. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the atmosphere in the club but you’d do anything right now to please this man. 

Aaron hums happily, “That’s my good girl. You look so pretty tonight, you wanted us to match huh?”

“Mhm, I love that shirt on you, it brings out your muscles. You couldn’t be sexier if you tried,” you said rubbing your hands up and down his arms. 

“Mmm, trying to sweet talk me, princess?” he asks pulling you closer. You had to crane your neck to look up at him. Even in your heels, your 5’3 frame was dwarfed by his size.  You loved how big he was, but he didn’t show it. His size is a byproduct of his commitment to his health and well-being. 

“Maybe I am. Who can blame me? You’re the most handsome man here, and that’s just looks. Nobody here knows how funny, sweet, caring, emotionally articulate -,” you were abruptly cut off by Aaron pressing his lips to yours.  It was like the world stopped. Of course, you’d imagined kissing Aaron but that was nothing compared to the real thing. His lips are as soft as they look, providing the perfect amount of pressure. A soft whimper leaves your lips as Aaron’s hand grips your waist. Aaron pulled away and you chased his lips drunk on the feeling of kissing him. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he chuckles. You look up at him a little dazed. 

“C’mon baby, let’s get out of here. I’m ready to have you all to myself,” Aaron leads you back to the bar to close out your tab (of course he gave his card to the bartender the minute you turned away) before heading out.

You can feel the charged energy between you both as you leave the lounge. You feel like a kid on Christmas, waiting and waiting for Santa to come and now that he’s here you’re ready to unwrap your present. Aaron opens your door and helps you in, the 3 glasses of wine you had finally catching up to you. You’re not drunk, just a tiny bit buzzed. Butterflies driving monster trucks are roaming around in your belly. You can smell the citrus and sandalwood of Aaron’s cologne and you hum happily.

“You smell so good,” you sigh whimsically.

Aaron reaches across you to buckle you in and chuckles, “Thank you, princess. Let’s get you home yeah?” You nod before leaning up and placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah Daddy, take me home.”

“Fuck, I need you princess,” Aaron groans as he pushes you through the front door with his lips attached to your neck. 

You turn in his arms, deft fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “I would rip this off you but, you look so good in it,” you smirk up at him.

“Sweetheart, you’re testing me here. I’m trying to be patient but keep it up and watch what happens,” Aaron said pupils blown so wide his eyes look like a storm cloud. You take your fingers off his top before taking a small step back. Your fingers now coming up to your own blouse. Fingers working through the buttons one by one. 

Aaron leans up against the wall biting his lip as he watches you undress for him. 

“Slower,” he says kicking off his shoes. 

Your blood ran hot, you had no idea how to be sexy. Lacking in sexual experience, your last boyfriend breaking up with you because it, you were now in your head more than ever. Fingers hovering over your third button you begin second guessing yourself. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if you’re not as experienced as he likes?

The negative thoughts start swirling around in your mind so rapidly, you don’t even realize when Aaron makes his way over to you. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours hmm?”, Aaron reaches up to your blouse his hand gently moving yours aside. 

You shake your head avoiding eye contact, “Nothing.”

Aaron grabs your chin tilting your head back to look into his eyes, “Lauren if we do this, I need to know what you’re thinking, and I need you to be honest with me. I’m not here to judge you so tell me. What’s got your face all frowned up?”

“What if I’m not what you expect? When I take my clothes off. You work with models, beautiful actresses. My body doesn’t look like theirs”, you say all your insecurities spilling out. Your hands clasped in front of you wringing them together (a nervous trait you have).

Aaron’s face hardens, he couldn’t believe you’d say those things about yourself. How couldn’t you see how unbelievably sexy you are. Now he was going to have to show you.

“Lo, do you trust me?”, Aaron asks. 

You nod your head giving him a positive answer, “Baby, of course I do.”

A sinister smirk takes over Aaron’s face, “Then be a good girl and go upstairs, take everything off except for your underwear, and wait for me on my bed.”

GOTCHA!!! If y'all want a part 2 PLEASE like and comment. As always constructive critisism is appreciated but, please be gentle.

@simplyzeeka

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I have a small idea and I think your writing is always amazing. So y/n has a crush on Bucky but he doesn't know. He opens up about having nightmares one time in conversation and she says she has lots of ideas (yoga, meditation, music, dancing, massage, reading the hobbit to bucky, doing skin care etc) and begins this whole ordeal of trying to get rid of buckys nightmares. She places a huge teddy bear outside his door one night as she knows he sometimes leaves his room after having nightmares. Sometimes she'll leave her perfume on things and he begins to get attached. Eventually it's suggested they cuddle and bucky confesses his feelings?? I don't know.. It's just a thought.

Ways To Help » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: You come up with ways to help Bucky with his nightmares.

Warnings: Fluff, language, cuddling, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @teddybearbucky 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Good morning, Sarge!” You chirped with a smile.

“Morning.” Bucky mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

He sat down at the table in the kitchen in the Avengers Compound and put his head in his hands, sighing loudly. You looked at him and frowned.

“Are you ok?” You asked with concern in your voice.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” He says.

“This might help.” You say, putting a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Thanks.” He sighs, taking a sip of it.

You sat down next to him with your own cup of coffee. You could see the dark circles under Bucky’s eyes.

“Did you have a bad dream last night?” You asked.

“That’s one way to put it.” Bucky looks down at the coffee in the cup. “I don’t want to unload my problems onto you.” He says.

“I know I’m new here, but you’re more than welcome to tell me anything. I’m a good listener.” You say.

Bucky thought about it for a moment before looking at you.

“I have nightmares.” He starts. “Nightmares from what I done as the Winter Soldier. The blood, the screams, it’s still there.” He says.

“That wasn’t you, Bucky.” You put a comforting hand on his arm. “Nothing was in your control then. You don’t need to feel guilty for something you didn’t do.” You say softly.

“I know, but it’s still there and it won’t go away.” He says.

“If you want, I can come up with ways to help you.” You suggested.

“You’d do that for me?” He asks.

“Of course I would!” You smiled. “I consider us friends. Friends help each other out, don’t they?” You say.

“I suppose they do.” He says with a smile.

You smiled and kissed his stubbly cheek before going to the gym and train. Bucky sat at the table in curiosity, curious to know what you’re going to come up with to help him with his nightmares. Later that day at night, you knocked on Bucky’s bedroom door and he opened it, stepping aside to let you in.

“What’d you come up with?” Bucky asks curiously as he closed the door.

“I thought we’d start off with something easy. Like reading. Do you have any books?” You asked.

Bucky went in his closet and dug around in a box, finding what he was looking for. He walked out of the closet and handed you the book.

“Feel free to call me a nerd, but this is all I have.” He says, handing you the book.

You read the title of the book, The Hobbit. You continued to look at the book, admiring how old it is.

“I read it in 1937 when it first came out.” He says.

His cheeks turned red in embarrassment, thinking that you would think he’s a nerd for reading something like that.

“I don’t think you’re a nerd.” You looked at him. “I think it’s cute.” You say, smiling at him.

You and Bucky got on his bed and got under the blanket. Bucky listened to every word you read, loving the sound of your voice. It soothed him. About halfway through the book, he fell asleep. You bookmarked the page you left off on and put it on his nightstand. You kissed his forehead and carefully got out of bed, trying your best to not wake him up and went to your own bedroom and went to sleep. Around 3am, you woke up to the sound of someone knocking on your bedroom door. You got out of bed and opened it to see Bucky on the other side. You stepped aside to let him in your room.

“Bucky, are you ok?” You asked.

Bucky shook his head no. You took in his appearance and noticed that he was shirtless, sweaty, his hair was messy, and his breathing was heavy.

“Breath.” You say softly.

Bucky watched as you took a deep breath in and exhaled. He copied your breathing pattern till his breathing was back to normal.

“Nightmare?” You asked, sitting down on your bed.

“Yea.” Bucky sighs, sitting down next to you. “Reading didn’t work.” He says, his voice laced with disappointment.

You two sat in silence for a moment when something came to your mind. Something that helped you when you were a kid.

“Come with me.” You say, standing up.

“Where are we going?” Bucky asks, following you down the hall.

“To the kitchen.” You say, pushing the button.

The elevator dinged and you two got on it. You pushed the button to the kitchen. The elevator dinged again and you two got off of it. Bucky watched curiously as you rummaged through the cabinets for something.

“What are you looking for?” He asks.

“Hot chocolate.” You say.

“Why?” He asks.

“It’s something that my mom you give me when I was a kid when I had bad dreams.” You explained.

You found the hot chocolate and grabbed two packets, along with two mugs. You made the hot chocolate and gave Bucky one of them and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Ok, so reading didn’t work…” You start, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “How do you feel about yoga?” You asked, looking at him.

“It’s too girly to me.” He says.

“Ok. Umm…” You continued to think. “What about meditation?” You asked.

“Not my thing.” He says, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Alright. What about…” You thought harder. “Music?” You asked.

“Sounds interesting to me. Let’s do it.” He says.

You and Bucky drank your hot chocolates before going back to his bedroom.

“I don’t have anything for music.” He says.

“That’s ok. We can use my phone.” You went to the music app on your phone. “What kind of music do you like?” You asked.

“I like 40s music.” He tells you.

You looked up 40s music and played the first song that popped up. You placed your phone on Bucky’s nightstand and sat down on his bed. You looked up to see Bucky holding his right hand out to you.

“Let’s dance.” Bucky says.

“I don’t know how to dance.” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“That’s ok. I’ll teach you.” He says with a smile.

You smiled and put your hand in his and stood up. Bucky wrapped his vibranium arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, making your breath hitch in your throat. Your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Just move with me and you’ll be fine.” Bucky says softly.

You and Bucky swayed to the music. Your stomach erupted with butterflies when you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand gently rub up and down your back.

“You know…” Bucky breaks the silence. “You’re a really amazing friend.” He tells you. “You’re definitely my most gorgeous friend.” He says in a flirty tone.

“Y-You think I’m gorgeous?” You asked, stuttering.

“Yes.” He says with a smile.

You couldn’t help but blush uncontrollably. Your eyes began to droop and you laid your head on his chest. Bucky sensed it and shut off the music.

“Let’s get you to bed, doll.” He says softly.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, gently laying you down on your bed.

“Shouldn’t I be the one helping you sleep, not the other way around?” You asked, giggling.

“I’m just returning the favor.” He says with a smile.

Bucky shut your bedroom light off before walking out of your room and went back to his own room. Over the next few weeks, you and Bucky have gotten closer. You two know each other better than you guys did a few weeks ago. Saying you two are best friends now is a statement. Plus, Bucky hasn’t been having nightmares as much as he used to.

You placed a big teddy bear in front of Bucky’s closed bedroom door and sprayed your perfume on it. The elevator dinged and you quickly were to your bedroom and closed the door before he seen you. Bucky stopped in his tracks when he seen the teddy bear. He slowly approached it, slightly suspicious. He dropped his suspicions when he got a whiff of perfume. He automatically knew the scent of perfume. It’s the scent you wear on a daily. He picked the teddy bear up and opened his bedroom door, placing it on the floor against the wall.

“Hey, Bucky!” You say, smiling widely.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky says, not as enthusiastic as you.

You frowned as you watched his vibranium hand rub his right shoulder.

“Did something happen to your shoulder?” You asked with concern in your voice.

“I think I pulled a muscle or something while training earlier.” He says, slightly wincing in pain.

“I can give you a massage if you want.” You suggested.

“Would you?” He asks.

“Of course I would!” You smiled. “Like I said, friends help friends out.” You say.

“You really are a doll.” Bucky kisses your cheek. “I’m going to take a shower before that massage.” He says before walking away.

You stood there frozen with butterflies fluttering in your stomach and blush creeping up on your cheeks. After a few seconds, you closed your eyes and shook your head before going to your room. A little bit later, Bucky knocked on your bedroom door and you gave him permission to come in.

“Take a seat.” You say, patting the bed in front of you.

Bucky sat down on your bed while you sat on your knees behind him. You rubbed his right shoulder, applying pressure. Bucky quickly relaxed with your touch.

“You give amazing massages.” Bucky sighs. “You have really soft hands.” He compliments.

“Thank you.” You say, smiling.

Bucky couldn’t see your face, but you’re blushing uncontrollably behind him. The compliments he gives you and the kisses on the cheeks he been giving you lately has been making you blush more than you normally do.

“You know…” He speaks up. “I know you’re the one who put that teddy bear outside of my bedroom.” He says.

“How- How do you know it’s me and not Natasha or Wanda?” You asked, stuttering.

“Natasha and Wanda don’t wear floral scented perfume.” He says.

You went quiet and felt your cheeks heat up. Bucky turned around to face you, seeing that your face is red.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you have a crush on me, doll?” He asks, looking deep in your eyes.

“We were getting to know each other so well that I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” You say, looking down at your lap.

His vibranium hand caressed your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin, making you shiver. What Bucky did next surprised you. He leaned in, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately and sweetly. His lips felt soft against yours. It felt like everything around you guys was in slow motion and sparks were flying. It was everything you imagined. When Bucky pulled away, you were left breathless.

“Holy shit…” You say breathlessly.

Bucky couldn’t help but lightly laugh at your cuteness.

“How about we cuddle for the rest of the night.” Bucky suggests.

“I like the sound of that.” You say softly, smiling at him.

You and Bucky laid back on your bed and covered yourselves up with a blanket. You turned your TV on and put a movie on. You laid your head on Bucky’s chest. Your fingers played with Bucky’s dog tags while his vibranium hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“Just so you know…” Bucky breaks the silence. “I have a crush on you.” He says.

“You like me?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I thought I was making it pretty obvious for you when I complimented you and gave you cheek kisses.” He says.

“I thought you were just being friendly.” You say.

“Do friends do this?” He asks, kissing you again.

“No.” You giggled against his lips.

“Then that makes us more than friends.” He says.

“I’m completely fine with that.” You say.

“Me too.” He says, softly pecking your lips.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[thecuriousbeauty]

i had a funny idea: harry catches his friend (co-worker/assistant/photographer or whatever) reading a dirty fanfic about him 🤭

He catches you reading fan fiction

Harry Styles x Assistant! reader

A/N:- Thank you for the request, anon! Loved writing this spicy blurb! Please like and reblog to support me, xx.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Dirty talk, fingering, spanking, daddy kink.

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“You’ve been such a naughty girl. What should I do with you, hm?”

You suck in a breath and clench your thighs together as you move your finger over your phone, scrolling down on the story you just found out. You had noticed a lot of fans at Harry’s concert holding up signs that said, Tumblr girls and you were curious. Little did you know that once you’d open the site, you’d fall down into a rabbit hole full of fan fiction.

And not just fanfic. You were reading the dirty ones. The smut, as it was called.

“What’d you feel like eating, babe?”

You look up from the phone quickly. You had not noticed that Harry was out of the bathroom after his shower and he was standing there, looking at you as he dried his hair. Little drops of water still clung to his sculpted torso and his legs. He only had boxers on. 

Harry smirks, noticing you’re distracted and throws the towel away before running his fingers through his curly locks and flipping them back. “Like what you see, love?”

You blushed and looked away, making Harry chuckle as he walked towards you. “No, it’s cute! You look all blushy and flustered. What were you doing?”

“I um, uh I was going through emails..”, you say, quickly looking down at your phone to change tabs, but Harry was quick. He smelled amazing, being just out of the shower. It was a gentle fragrance, but it gave you a luxurious feel. 

“Going through emails got you clenching your thighs, baby?”, Harry asked as he leaned over you on the bed. “I wonder what that email’s about.”

“Harry-”, you squeak as his eyes move to your phone screen, his forehead pressing against the side of yours as he reads it from your hands. “It’s silly, I was just checking out what this was all about.”

“Hm, fan fiction, huh? So what do you think? Is it good?”, he asks, a smile tugging at his lips as his green eyes look into yours. 

“Y-Yeah. I’m sorry Harry, t-this must be awkward for you, I’ll-”

“-No, no, it’s not awkward, this is pretty interesting.”, he hums, settling beside you and starting to kiss down your jawline to your neck.His hand rides up your skirt. “Has it made you wet?”

You gasp as his fingers press onto your cover over your panties. His teeth nibble on the skin of your neck before his tongue laps over the mark he left, and you moan softly, parting your legs as his fingers slip inside your panties and stroke over your folds. 

“You’re soaking, baby girl. Guess you’re really enjoying reading this, right?” You didn’t get a chance to answer as he slipped two fingers inside you, starting to pump them in and out of you. “Were you imagining me doing all this to you?”, he asks. “Hm, baby?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” Harry’s eyes turn darker with lust as the name rolls off your lips so easily. 

“Start reading darling, from the beginning.”, he tells you, adjusting your body so that you are in between his legs, your back pressing to his chest and your legs spread, letting him toy with your pussy. 

“W-What?” 

“You heard me.”, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, the other hand sneaking under your top to grab a hold of your breast. You weren’t wearing a bra, so he had easy access.

You swallow hard, before bringing your phone up so you can start reading. Harry kept scissoring his fingers inside you and playing with your nipples while his lips sucked on the soft skin in the back of your neck, making it harder and harder for you to read.

“A-And then he curled his fingers, stroking over the spot that could make her unfold in seconds..” You moaned as Harry did exactly that, his fingers petting over your grainy spot. “Is that the spot?”, he asks, even though he knows the answer. 

“Y-Yes..please..”, you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Read, baby. You can cum if y/n gets to cum.” You groaned, knowing you wouldn’t last long. 

“Just as she’s about to cum, he r-removes his fingers. N-Naughty girls don’t get to cum, t-they get punished.” 

You whine as Harry moves his hands away, and you drop the phone, turning to look back at him. “I-I was so close! Please Harry-”

“Ah, ah, what did you call me earlier?”, he strokes his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Daddy.”, you squeeze his arm. “P-Please let me cum.”

“It’s not up to me baby, it’s up to the writer.” He leans forward to give you a soft kiss. “ Now stop whining, and continue reading like a good girl. Daddy wants to know what happens next.”

You whimper as he pulls you back against his chest. You really hoped the writer showed some mercy to y/n, or you were going to have a hard time tonight. It was all just too much. Harry was being so hot. You loved this, and you wanted this to keep going on, but god, you needed that release.

“H-He bends over his lap and flips up her skirt, hand stroking over the plump of her ass before landing the first strike. 'Naughty girls get spanked.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you read it. You can also feel Harry getting hard, his member was prodding hard against your ass. Harry groaned. “You know what to do, love. Up you get. Take off your top and bend over my lap.”

You thought you could cum from just hearing that. When you don’t move, he takes your chin, eyes peering into yours to check if you’re still okay with this. “I-I like it.”, you give him a small smile, assuring him. 

“Good. Let me know if you wanna stop, okay?” You nod and kiss him before getting up and taking your top off. Harry scooted to the edge of the bed and patted his thighs. “Take your phone too, you’re not gonna stop reading, baby.”

You grabbed the phone before bending over his thighs and he adjusts you so your ass is propped up. He flips your skirt up, running his hand over your soft, bare, skin. Your panties had already been discarded long ago. 

 “Such a cute little arse. Gonna look so pretty with my handprints on it, right baby?”

“Y-Yes daddy, mark me up..”, you hum and Harry groans, giving your right cheek a squeeze before lifting his hand in the air and bringing it back down with a smack. You let out a small yelp, but the pain quickly fades into pleasure as Harry rubs his hand over the sting. 

“Feels good, daddy, more..”, you moan, and he slaps your other cheek. “Dirty little slut. I bet you’re gonna cum from getting your ass spanked by your daddy.”

You were a mess over his lap, moaning and mumbling his name. His hand grips your ass cheek, fingers digging into the supple flesh as his other hand fists around your hair and lifts your head up. 

 “What’re you waiting for? I thought I told you to read.”

You moaned as he let your head drop, giving you another slap as you struggled to keep reading. You really should’ve picked a shorter fic.

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[adverbally]

Take Me Where My Future’s Lyin’

Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt “Future” | wc: 731 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: job rejection, hurt/comfort, heavy author projection | title from “St. Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion)” by John Parr

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Steve hangs up the phone in a daze. Muscle memory takes over to lay the receiver back in its cradle. His gaze catches on the worn plastic, the kinks disrupting the cord’s neat coil.

“Hey, was that them? What’d they say?” Eddie sticks his head into the kitchen, a smile stretching his mouth wide with excitement.

The exact details of the conversation are already falling out of Steve’s memory, like water through a sieve. Are they even important, as long as the message was clear? “I didn’t get it,” Steve croaks.

Eddie freezes in the doorway. “What?”

He doesn’t think he can get any more words out, not with his throat squeezing like this, but he has to try. Eddie’s looking at him with so much worry, reaching out to comfort Steve without even knowing what happened, and it’s making Steve’s vision swim with tears. “I didn’t get the job. They’re going with someone else.”

“What the hell?!” Eddie protests. “You’ve been teaching there longer than anyone else who applied. You’re practically already the acting department head!”

“I know.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. They’ve been saying that all week, convincing themselves that Steve was the best candidate and he was sure to get the promotion. He had even believed it, after his last interview had gone so well. “I, um. They wanted someone with more leadership experience.”

Eddie’s growl of frustration isn’t directed at him, the logical side of Steve’s brain knows, but it still feels like it is. Probably because Steve is so frustrated with himself. His principal had personally encouraged him to throw his hat in the ring, telling him how proud he was of Steve for taking on extra responsibilities for the department and staying on top of everything despite the chaos of testing season. Apparently, that hadn’t been enough.

“You’re the best teacher in that whole damn school, they’re idiots if they think Linda Smith is going to do a better job than you,” Eddie is ranting indignantly.

Steve barely hears him. He can’t stop replaying the phone call in his mind, how Principal Lane had wanted to tell Steve about his rejection personally, before he could hear it through the grapevine. How he had promised Steve that he would find another way to help him advance, send him to training or some other bullshit professional development to put on his resume. How impressed the whole interview committee had been with his answers and his performance.

Just not impressed enough.

The disappointment sits like a rock in Steve’s gut. He‘ll have to go back to work on Monday, where every other second grade teacher will know that he applied and wasn’t good enough, and he’ll smile and shake Linda’s hand and congratulate her on getting the job he wanted. Hell, he’ll probably even have to help train her.

“Stevie?”

Eddie is blurry when Steve looks up at him, but he can make out enough to see his outstretched arms, waiting to pull Steve into his embrace. When Steve’s face crumples, Eddie is already hugging him close, kissing his temple.

“I know it’s just a job but I really wanted it,” Steve tells Eddie’s collarbone. His shirt smells so good, and he doesn’t want to move away to talk or breathe or let Eddie see him cry.

“I know, baby,” Eddie agrees. He does know; he’s been there for all the excited planning, helping Steve brainstorm ideas for how to spend his impending pay raise, looking at houses for sale and thinking about home improvement projects and creating an itinerary for a trip to visit Robin.

Steve shouldn’t have gotten so invested, no matter how optimistic he’d been about his chances. He had seen their future, with a big house full of kids and a job he was really good at and Eddie, loving him and believing in him, and he’d been ready for it. Now that door has closed and it hurts all the more since he’d gotten his hopes up.

“There will be other jobs,” Eddie murmurs to him. “We’ll get there eventually.”

“Yeah,” Steve sniffs against Eddie’s chest.

“In the meantime, we can have ice cream for dinner and talk shit about Linda.”

Steve’s laugh is wet but sincere. Whatever their future holds, he thinks he can handle it as long as Eddie is still there to figure it out with him.

[just-jordie-things]

bad at flirting - fushiguro megumi

word count: 6.2k warnings: swearing + second hand embarrassment summary: megumi doesn't know he's bad at flirting, but his friends are happy to help him! ___

Megumi is totally, absolutely, downright terrible at flirting.  He can’t lay down a vibe to save his life.  Not once has he had the intention of flirting and actually made the person he’s flirting with realize that he’s flirting with them.  It might not be often that he’s attempted to get a girl’s phone number, but it’s never worked.

And to make matters worse, he has no clue.

His friends don’t realize just how badly he needs their help until she comes around- and even then, it’s two months of her attending Jujutsu Tech that they realize the poor boy’s been trying to flirt with her.

It’s Yuuji that spots the odd interaction first.

Megumi had been walking with her, clearly listening to whatever she was talking about that Yuuji couldn’t hear from where he was hanging out on the front steps of the main building.  But he was close enough that when Megumi noticed him, Yuuji gave him a wave and a grin.

The ravenette gives a short wave back- if you could call raising a hand for two seconds before begrudgingly shoving it back into his pocket a wave- before turning towards her again.

He says something Yuuji can’t quite hear, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, and she replies with a nod and a smile, before turning and walking off on her own.

When Megumi makes his way to Yuuji, the first thing he notices is his rosy complexion.

Yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever seen Megumi blush.  The sight makes him snort before laughing.

“What was that all about?” He asks, half teasing as he stands up.

“What do you mean?” Megumi replies, almost dumbly.

“You’re blushing!” Yuuji cackles loudly.  “She must've said something” 

“Not really,” Megumi shrugs.  “Just happens when I flirt” He adds in a mumble.

Yuuji’s entire world shatters around him.  His laughter ceases, his jaw drops, and he’s staring blankly at his friend as if he’s never seen him before.

Megumi? Flirting? Blushing? (y/n)? Megumi’s flirting with (y/n)? On purpose? 

His brain computes it all at once in a fast, sloppy mess of thoughts.  But when it dawns on him, his face splits with a wide beam

“Oh my god you like (y/n)!?” He’s practically screeching with joy.

Megumi tries to scowl, but his pink face betrays him, and it only makes him look more adorable.

“I had no idea!” Yuuji’s bouncing on his feet now, “How long have you liked her? How long have you been flirting with her? What’d you say anyways? Does she flirt back? You got good moves?” 

“I guess,” Megumi shrugs, his hands awkwardly fumbling together.  

He’s never really had a crush on anyone before, not like this anyways.  And he’s definitely never had anyone to talk about a crush with before, so he was fairly nervous talking about it now.

“Liked her for a while,” He mumbles, looking anywhere but Yuuji’s expectant, excited face.  “Probably since she got here.  So… I guess I’ve been flirting with her the whole time” 

“That’s adorable,” Yuuji gushes.  “You guys do spend a lot of time together.  Have you gone on any dates?” 

“Yeah, I train with her all the time,” Megumi replies, all too surely.  “And we study, too” 

Yuuji furrows his brows.

Oh, no.

“Training and studying?” He repeats, confused.

Megumi nods his head.

No Megumi, no.

“Those aren’t dates,” Yuuji tells him.  “Dates are movies.  Or ice cream.  Or a picnic, or… well, anything other than training and studying.  Those are just chores you’re doing together” 

“But it’s just the two of us,” Megumi explains.  “And I’m flirting with her” 

“Okay…” Yuuji still sounds unsure.  “Well, how much are you flirting? Give me a line” 

“A line?”

“Yeah, like, tell me something you say to her when you’re flirting” 

“Okay… uh…” Megumi thinks for a second, before smiling to himself and nodding with certainty that he’d remembered a good one.  “She started training with daggers, and I told her she was smart because she’s best with close combat fighting” 

He’s grinning, the poor guy is so proud, and Yuuji can’t help but wince.

“So you… you told her she was smart?” He asked, just to be sure he’d heard him right, and Megumi nodded.

Yuuji sighs, and shakes his head.

“No… no Megumi that’s not flirting,” He huffs.  “I mean, it’s a compliment, but, like, anyone can tell her a compliment- hell, she probably already knew that dude” 

Megumi’s brows draw together, confused at the feedback.  It was his understanding that complimenting her fighting style was flirty- it wasn’t just feedback or critique, it was personal, and therefore intimate.

“So… so she probably didn’t pick up on it?” He asks.  Yuuji nods.

“She for sure didn’t pick up on it dude,” Yuuji tells him.  “But that’s alright, we’ll figure out some other ways of flirting and see what works best for you!” He tells him eagerly.

“Uh… okay… are you sure?” Megumi’s fingers are tangling together again.

“Of course!” Yuuji claps a hand on his shoulder and shakes him in a friendly manner.  “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make sure you landed the girl of your dreams!?”

Megumi’s blushing again. ___

“It’s simple,” Yuuji’s voice rang in Megumi’s head as he tried to work up the courage to approach (y/n).  “Just offer to carry her things, and walk with her after class” 

He glanced to where (y/n) was packing her bag up at her desk.  Yuuji and Nobara had just walked out of the room- not without giving him a thumbs up for encouragement- and it was just the two of them left.

How hard could this be, anyways? He thought to himself, finally striding over to her desk.

“Hey, (y/n)” He greeted, albeit a bit awkward, but it was a start.

“Hey,” She smiled up at him as she zipped up her backpack.  “Weird lesson, right? I’m not convinced Gojo’s taken a single class on how to teach” She chuckles to herself.

“He hasn’t” Megumi answers, recalling a memory of the man tossing a textbook in the trash after Principal Yaga had told him to study up on to make him a more qualified teacher.

“Figures” (y/n) shakes her head, but she’s still smiling, so she must not be too annoyed with their teacher’s weird antics.

“Uh, so…” Megumi starts to work up to his offer, but she looks up at him then, and he has to take a deep breath before continuing.  “Can I… can I carry that for you?” 

He points to her backpack, sitting on top of her desk where she’d left it to give him her attention, and she follows his gesture as though she weren’t sure what he was referring to.

“My bag?” She questions.  “Are you off to the field, too?”

No, I’m supposed to meet up with Maki and Yuuta at the library, Megumi thinks, and he’s not a liar, so he doesn’t lie when he answers.

“No” 

(y/n) giggles to herself, before raising a brow at him.

“So you’re going to walk all the way out to the field and then leave?” 

His face feels hot.  His fingers feel twitchy.  Yuuji didn’t tell him what he was supposed to do now, and he felt like an idiot.

“Yes”

Good.  That was a good answer.

(y/n’s) still laughing, but it doesn’t sound malicious like he would have expected, seeing as he’s standing before her making a fool of himself.  It’s sweet.  It’s cute.

His face still feels hot.

“Alright,” She shrugs a shoulder, and hands him her bag.  “You on some step-tracking kick?” 

Victoriously, Megumi shrugs his arm through one of the straps, sliding it onto his shoulder.

“Uh, yeah, something like that” He mumbles, because he’s a terrible liar. As they leave the classroom together, (y/n’s) still trying to suppress her laughter.

She hadn’t quite gotten a full grasp of who Fushiguro Megumi was.  He could be quite odd most days, never acting one certain way.  Some days he was mysterious and quiet, some days he was dorky, and some days he would say the most out of pocket things to her that she wasn’t quite sure how to react.  Nonetheless, she enjoyed his company, and was curious to get to know him better.

“What are you up to with your free afternoon?” She asks him, breaking the silence they’d fallen into since exiting the class.

“Just studying,” He shrugs.  “You?” 

“Training,” She shrugs back.  “I haven’t really done anything else since I got here.  Though I’ve been dying to go see Tokyo, I’ve never been” 

She peeks over at him out of the corner of her eye, a part of her hoping to find out if he was free this weekend.  Maybe if she played her cards right, she could find a way to spend some more one on one time with him.

“Oh really?” He hums curiously.  “It’s cool, I guess.  Probably cooler if you weren’t raised there” 

Her heart deflates a little, but she bounces back quickly and forces a smile.

“I’m sure,” She agrees quietly, with a small, awkward laugh.  “I guess it’s old news to you guys, huh?” 

“Nobara loves the shopping district, if that’s what you’re into, you should hit her up for a trip” Megumi tells her with a smile, certain with himself that he’s given her a great piece of advice, and also an outing with a new friend.

She can’t help but smile back at him, but there��s a sinking feeling in her chest that he wasn’t as interested in her as she thought he might have been, and her spirits dampen a little. “Good to know,” She replies.  “I’ll have to ask her if she wants to hang out sometime” 

She lets out a little sigh, her disappointment evident, but luckily they’ve reached the field, and she takes her bag from him.

“Thanks for carrying it, and walking with me,” (y/n) tells him.  “That was sweet of you, you didn’t have to do that” 

“I didn’t mind,” Megumi tucks his hands into his pockets.  “Good luck in training” He tells her with an all-too confident smile for a guy that didn’t realize the girl he was trying to hit on just gave him a clear opening- and he missed it completely.

“Thanks,” (y/n) hums.  “Good luck with studying” 

With that she’s heading off, and Megumi’s on his way back to the building, hoping Maki hadn’t left a bunch of threatening texts on his phone about him being late.  He’s just about to check when out of nowhere, his other two friends are racing towards him.

“Well? How was it!?” Yuuji’s grinning, certain that Megumi couldn’t have messed up such a simple, classic indication of romantic interest.

“Let me guess, she’s completely into you and you’re going out this weekend?” Nobara’s also grinning, her hands clasped together in excitement.

“Well, no, but she did want to go to Tokyo, so I told her you’d probably love to go” Megumi tells her.

Nobara and Yuuji pause, look at each other, and then their smiles drop and they’re both frowning at him.

“You’re kidding” Yuuji states, like it wasn’t even a question, because it had to be a joke.

“No,” Megumi shakes his head.  “I figured it’d help her be closer friends with-” 

“Idiot!” Nobara smacks the back of her hand against his shoulder, effectively cutting him off.  “Why wouldn’t you offer to go with her?”

Megumi opens his mouth to defend himself, but realization strikes and he shuts himself up before he could even try.  She was right.

Stupid! He scolds himself and slaps his palm to his forehead.

“It’s alright! It’s okay!” Yuuji scrambles to reassure his friend.  “You still did a nice thing for her and had some one on one time, so… next time let’s just try to get you two alone for a little longer and… and we’ll talk more about how to move things forward, alright?” 

He’s nodding at both Megumi and Nobara, hoping that she’d help pitch in to agree that he hasn’t completely blown it.

She rolls her eyes, but ultimately Nobara agrees to help.

(Clearly he needed all the help he could get) ___

Megumi wasn’t always the best at complimenting people, but complimenting (y/n) is what he’d been trying to do the past couple months, so Nobara suggested he focused more on that route.  Words of affirmation couldn’t go wrong, right?

However she did tell him he needed to be a little more… romantic in his choice of compliments.  

“Compliment her beauty! Tell her she has pretty eyes, tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, stuff like that” She’d said.

Saying something so intimate made his stomach do backflips, but if that’s what flirting was and that’s what would show (y/n) he liked her as more than a friend, then Megumi told himself he had to give it a shot.

And luckily a few days later, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

It was a nice day out and the two of them had made plans to study.  (y/n) had suggested they do so at one of the many picnic tables scattered around the courtyard, to properly enjoy just lovely weather.

So there they were, just the two of them, comfortably quizzing each other, when Nobara passed by, seemingly casually.  She makes a face at Megumi that he interpreted to mean ‘don’t fuck this up!’, but when (y/n) notices her, it’s nothing but smiles and waves.

“How does she look so pretty all the time?” (y/n) huffs, admiring the girl but clearly feeling a pinch of jealousy.  “I swear, it’s like she doesn’t even try” 

This is it! This is an opening! Megumi cheers internally, proud of himself for knowing this was the right time to say something, just like Nobara had taught him.

“It’s not like you’re trying” 

(y/n) blinks, her eyes meeting his as she tries to figure out what he just said, because it made no sense.

She must have looked just as confused as she felt, because he’s stammering suddenly, trying too hard to explain himself.

“I- I mean you aren’t- you don’t have to- try, I mean,” He’s stuttering over his words so much she can barely keep up with what he’s trying to say.

He drops his head in his hands, hoping to cool his rapidly heating face, and also hide his embarrassment.  He definitely fucked that up.  And now he’s making a bigger idiot of himself by hiding behind his hands like a child.  He wonders if he could convince his shikigami to kill him so he doesn’t have to look at her and further humiliate himself.

“What were you trying to say?” (y/n) asks, and to his surprise her voice is soft.  It’s not cruel, she’s not laughing at him, and she doesn’t seem to be teasing him at all.  The question sounds… genuine.

Megumi sighs, dragging his clammy palms down his face and keeping his eyes focused on the ground as if that would keep her from seeing his embarrassment.

“You don’t have to try to be pretty.  You just are” 

He’s still not looking at her, so he misses the way she grins, although she tries to bite it back.  The blush creeping up her neck is threatening to take over her whole face, and she’s positive she’s making a fool of herself for reacting so girlishly to the compliment, but she can’t help it.

“You’re just saying that,” She says, giggling as she shakes her head.  “You’re cheesing” 

“No, ‘m not,” Megumi mumbles, turning his attention back to the textbook in front of him.  “You’re very pretty” He adds in a quieter, almost too quiet, voice.

(y/n) blinked slowly, sure that when she opened her eyes again she would awake in her room, and this would all have been a silly dream.

But there he is, in front of her, furiously highlighting something, with a significant coat of pink over the bridge of his nose.  He’ll have to ask Nobara later how the hell he was supposed to keep this up, because there’s no way he could look her in the eyes with how hot his face feels.

Did flirting mean he’d always be a blushing mess?

Smooth talking was not easy.  And Megumi had a feeling he hadn’t quite been so smooth.  He’d have to find another way to flirt with her without making him shrink into the collar of his shirt.

Sparing his embarrassment, (y/n) dives back into their studies, asking him to quiz her with her flashcards again.  It takes a few minutes for him to stop stammering and blushing, but after a while he’s back to his usual self.  Maybe just a little more nervous than usual.  But (y/n) doesn’t mind.  In fact, she sort of likes it.

Yuuji comes by when they’re wrapping up their study sesh, hanging out and chatting with them both while they pack up their things.

While (y/n) is distracted with organizing her flashcards, the pink haired boy gives Megumi a grin, and a wink.  Megumi’s stomach drops in fear of whatever that was a signal for.

“So,” Yuuji starts, and Megumi mentally braces himself.  “Nobara and I got paired up for a mission tomorrow! So I guess it’s just you two for movie night” 

“Movie night?” (y/n) crinkles her brow, not recalling a plan for movie night.  “I’m sorry, did we have plans?” She asks sheepishly, embarrassed to have forgotten.

“That’s okay! No biggie, since it’s just you and ‘gumi here” Yuuji elbows his friend in the arm, maybe a little harsher than usual.

Was that supposed to be some signal to say something? Megumi casts his friend a confused look.  This was a stupid ploy anyways, there was no movie night.

“Don’t call me that” Megumi rolls his eyes in response, choosing to ignore the hint, whatever it meant.

“Okay,” (y/n) shrugs a shoulder, sending a smile towards Megumi.  “I mean, I’m free.  Is there already a movie picked out?”

Yuuji turns to his friend, smiling proudly that his plan worked, and he’d scored them some one on one time that wasn’t studying, for once.

“Uh, no, guess not” Megumi replies lamely, unsure of what kind of recommendation to make.

Truthfully, he preferred reading.  He didn’t hate movies, and he’d seen many in the past, but he didn’t know what (y/n) preferred, and he didn’t want to pick something she’d hate and make her change her mind.

“Great! I’ll pick one then,” She decides, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Megumi visibly relaxes.  Yuuji brings his fist to his mouth to hold back a laugh, but it’s not very discreet.

“Hope you like horror” (y/n) says

“Yeah, I, uh, horror’s good” Megumi stammers.

She laughs, and Yuuji decides this is a safe spot to end the interaction and all but drag Megumi away.  He bids (y/n) a cheerful goodbye as he shoves his taller friend away, leaving (y/n) confused but still laughing at the weird pair.

A moment later Megumi looks over his shoulder and gives her an awkward wave goodbye.  She returns it, smiling at him.

He’s a little far to be sure, but she swears, he’s blushing again.

Leading her to wonder if her suspicions were true.

Did Megumi have a crush on her?  ___

At this point, Yuuji and Nobara had pretty much threatened Megumi that if he couldn’t get his shit together for this movie night, they were going to take matters into their own hands to put him and (y/n) together.

“We’ve pretty much secured you a date, got it?” Nobara had snapped as she searched through his closet for just the right thing to wear.  “Do you know how hard it is to convince Gojo we need to go on a paired assignment?” 

“Uh… not hard at all?” Megumi had replied.

“Well… that’s true.  But it’s not how I wanted my Friday night to go!” 

He hadn’t loved letting Nobara go through his closet and dress him up like an oversized doll, but he also didn’t hate the end product.  It was simple, but the black jeans and dark green sweater must have been the right choice, because when (y/n) met him in the common room she’d smiled and complimented him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of uniform,” She’d joked as she plopped onto the sofa.  “You clean up nice”  

He hesitated for a minute before sitting beside her, suddenly all too aware that it would be just the two of them, for the whole night, on this couch.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not” He replied.

(y/n) took the remote and began searching for the movie she’d had in mind, but not before chuckling at him and shaking her head.

“Of course I’m not,” She says.  “I mean it.  You look nice.  You have good style, Megumi” 

Alright, so he’ll have to thank Nobara later, and also make sure to never get rid of this sweater.

“Thanks” He mumbles, the familiar feeling of a blush already creeping across his nose.

(y/n) finally finds the movie, and excitedly pushes play before tossing the remote to the coffee table in front of them.

“I love horror movies,” She tells him, settling back into the couch cushions.  “But you should know, I also hate them” 

Megumi gives her a confused look.

“You love them and hate them?” He repeats, not understanding.

“I think they’re great, but, uh, I hate jump scares” She admits, turning away from him to watch the intro credits.

“Well, everyone hates jump scares,” Megumi tells her, also focusing on the movie.  “But you exorcize curses scarier than any movie monster” He adds.

(y/n) bites her lip to keep herself from smiling too hard.

In all honesty, she’d been far too giddy about this movie night.  She’d spent too much time choosing just the right film to show Megumi, and just the right outfit to wear to seem as casual as possible.  She’d been crossing her fingers that her suspicions were true, that Megumi had the same crush on her that she had on him.  But being too nervous to outright ask him, she decided she’d do everything she could to make tonight the most perfect, easy going, fun night she could.

Megumi gets pretty immersed into the film, although with the intro alone he’s pretty much able to guess how the rest of the movie goes, he doesn’t mind.  It helps that (y/n) seems very into it, and keeps looking over at him to see his reactions to certain scenes.

About halfway into the movie, Megumi pauses it.

“Do you want popcorn?” He asks, and (y/n) breaks into a smile and nods at him.

Despite him offering to make two bowls and bring it out to her, (y/n) follows him into the small kitchen and waits with him while the bag is in the microwave.  She pulls herself up to sit on the counter while they wait.

“So what kind of movies do you like?” She asks, hoping to spend these few minutes getting to know him better.

“Oh,” Megumi laughs under his breath, wishing he was a better liar.  He decides a little truth to her question wouldn’t hurt.  “Actually, I kinda prefer to read” 

“Really?” (y/n’s) eyes light up.  “What do you like to read, then?” 

“Nonfiction mostly,” Megumi says with a shrug.  “I know, it’s boring” 

“I don’t think so,” (y/n) says, which he doesn’t expect.  “I actually love reading about science, and true crime” 

He does his best to hide it, but Megumi’s thrilled.  A common interest, Yuuji said to find a common interest and stick to it!

While the popcorn pops, Megumi asks more about the books she’s liked, and even asks for a few recommendations.  She promises to text him about them later so he won’t forget, and he promises he’ll read them.  (y/n) seems to be happy about this, and Megumi mentally cheers to himself.

Their salty treat is finished shortly enough, and Megumi grabs two bowls from the cabinet.

“You can just put it in one, I don’t mind sharing” (y/n) interjects before he dirties either of the smaller bowls.  “Unless that bothers you, of course” She adds.

“It doesn’t bother me” Megumi replies, swapping out the dishes for one larger bowl that could fit the whole bag.

(y/n) hops off the counter and snatches the bowl as she walks back into the living room, Megumi trailing closely behind her.

He takes the bowl back from her as he sits on the couch, and when she sits behind him, he realizes the beauty of sharing the popcorn.

“You better brace yourself, Megumi, because this is when the movie gets really scary” (y/n) says, and she sounds like she’s only half joking.

He musters a small laugh, but she’s sitting much closer to him than she was before so that they could share their snack easier, and his brain is getting foggy from the sweet smell of her shampoo.

Was it flowery or fruity? He wondered but couldn’t tell, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

She wasn’t wrong, the movie did take a turn for the darker, although Megumi wasn’t really one to get genuinely scared from scary movies, (y/n) did flinch here and there at the jumpscares.  With the side of her thigh pressed against his, he could feel it every time her leg twitched.

Their eyes remained glued to the screen, lost in the movie as the main character tiptoed around the house with only a flashlight for lighting.  Megumi could understand now why everyone hated the main characters of these movies, they were always running off on their own and getting themselves into more trouble than necessary.  Although he is reminded of Yuuji.

Encaptured by the tv screen, they’re both blindly reaching for popcorn here and there, addicted to the buttery treat as soon as they’d started eating it.  As Megumi reached his hand over to snag another piece, he’d accidentally brushed his fingers over (y/n’s), not seeing that she’d also been grabbing some.

Anxiously, he pulls his hand away, turning to apologize right away.  But (y/n) looks over at him with a smile before taking a few pieces and popping them into her mouth, turning back to the movie, clearly unfazed.

From that alone, Megumi feels his face go hot, and he tells himself he’s not going to have anymore popcorn, just to save himself the embarrassment.

But, if he did have a craving for a few more pieces, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if his hand touched hers again… would it? 

He felt hot from his neck to his ears, and he’d already lost track of the last few minutes of the movie.  Meanwhile (y/n) only seemed to get more comfortable, tucking her legs up onto the couch underneath her, thus making her lean just the slightest bit more against him.  She was so close Megumi was holding his breath.  She didn’t even realize this until after a few minutes, she noticed he wasn’t eating.

“Am I hogging it?”

She was whispering, even though there wasn’t currently dialogue in the movie, so he wouldn’t have been all that distracted if she’d spoken normally.  However, when he looked down at her to ask what she meant, he’s immediately distracted again.

She’s so much closer to him now that when he looks down at her, her face is just a few mere inches away from his.  He doesn’t think he’s ever been this close to her, not even when training.  His voice catches in his throat, and he spends a good minute just silently staring at her with wide eyes.

(y/n) starts to blush under his intense stare and close proximity, but she doesn’t shy away from him, she simply repeats her question.

“The popcorn,” She clarifies, shaking the bowl with the remnants of their snack.  “Am I hogging it?”

Megumi’s eyes briefly flicker to it, but quickly return to hers as he shakes his head.

“No, you’re good,” He finally speaks, and finds that he’s whispering, too.  “I mean, I can always just make more, if you want” 

He’s talking slowly, like he’s not really sure of what he’s saying, but (y/n) doesn’t mind, or find it all too odd.  She’s quite enjoying getting an up close view of his face.  She allows herself to really take in all his features, the way his hair almost hangs over his eyes, the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the deep blue of his eyes, she’s getting positively lost in staring at him.  Even as the main character is screaming for their life on the tv in front of them, neither one of them loses their focus on the other.

Megumi’s mind is running wild, noticing the trail of her eyes everywhere they go.  As he’s admiring her, she’s admiring him, and he’s trying so hard to work up the courage to do something when her lashes droop low and her eyes land on his lips.

“And for the love of god, if the moment arises that you should kiss her, then fucking do it!” Nobara’s voice rang in his head.

He’s not sure how he landed himself in this perfect intimate moment, but he knows he shouldn’t waste it.

“I- I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” He stutters a little, but tries to ignore and keep this brief burst of confidence intact.  “And, I’m glad you wanted to, um, hang out” 

A small smile tugs at the corners of (y/n’s) lips, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around even more from the flattering.

“That’s funny,” She murmurs.  “I was just thinking the same thing,” 

Megumi’s flustered, his heart is beating excessively, his face is hotter than it’s ever been, and his tongue is tied, but he smiles back at her, soft and warm and inviting.

“Can I ask you something?” She asks, and he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat.  “Have you been trying to flirt with me?” 

(y/n) can’t contain the smile on her face as she asks him her question, too eager for his answer.  And when his blush darkens and his eyes momentarily stare down at nothing, her hopes only skyrocket.

“Trying” Megumi mutters the word she used back to her.

“So you have?” (y/n) giggles, leaning in closer to meet his eyes again.

Her eyes are so bright, Megumi can tell, even without the lights on in the common room, even with little to no light coming from the tv due to the dark setting of the movie.  She’s practically glowing with happiness.

“Yeah,” He admits nervously.  “I have” 

(y/n) moves the popcorn bowl off her lap, moving away from him briefly so she could set it on the coffee table, before leaning back towards him, just as close as she was before.  His instincts battle as half of him wants to lean back to give her space, and the other half wants to close the rest of the distance between them.

“Is that what all the compliments on my training were about?” She asks with a knowing smile.

Megumi nods his head shyly.

(y/n’s) giggling again, soft and angelic and he couldn’t possibly be upset that she’s laughing at him, because the sound is so sweet he’d do anything to make her laugh more.

“There wasn’t a movie night, was there?” She asks quietly.

He shakes his head this time.

“So… Yuuji just wanted to set you up, huh?” She asks again as she starts to put the pieces together.

Megumi raises a hand to the back of his neck awkwardly, but he knows he can’t really convince her otherwise, so he confesses.

“Yeah… he… said that I wasn’t doing a good enough job and that I needed a push” He admits, turning his head to the side to hide the now burning blush on his face.

“Well, that’s kind of silly, I thought you were doing a great job,” (y/n) says, and Megumi peeks back at her out of the corner of his eye.  “But I can’t complain, I’m just glad I got to spend more time alone with you, anyways” 

Slowly, he faces her again.

“You are?” He asks, unsurely.

(y/n) nods and gives him an affirmative hum.

“I thought you were just really into studying,” She teases.  “I didn’t think I’d ever get you alone for something fun” 

Flustering, Megumi tries to defend himself.

“I- I like fun stuff too” 

“Like what?” (y/n) asks.

Trying to think on his feet, he thinks back to what Yuuji had described to be actual dates.

“Ice cream,” 

He says it so surely, so confidently, that (y/n) has to bite down on her lip to keep herself from laughing this time.  She has a pretty good understanding of what he’s trying to say, but he’s just so damn cute.

Megumi cringes at himself, smacking his own forehead and wishing the ground would swallow him whole, because it was impossible to keep his sanity when he was talking to her.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that,” He assures her.  “I meant I like going out.  I would like to go out- we- we could go out-” 

“Megumi,” (y/n) ends his misery, reaching forward and tugging on his wrist so he’d remove his hand from his face.  “I would like to go out with you for ice cream” She tells him with a sweet smile.

He doesn’t know what he did to make this girl like him, because he’s pretty sure he’s made an idiot of himself every time he opens his mouth, but he thanks whoever is watching over him that he’s done something that works.

“Really?” 

(y/n) nods, her hand sliding into his, fingers slotting in the spaces between his.  Her hand is significantly smaller compared to his, and it’s so warm it’s almost comforting.  It is comforting.  He can feel his shoulders relax, and his heartbeat finally slowing to a normal pace.

“Really” She affirms.

The tv is flickering with the rolling credits of the movie they’d forgotten, and Megumi finally feels like he could have a grasp on this whole flirting thing.

“Can I kiss you?” 

(y/n) smirks.

“It’d be a shame if you didn’t” 

He didn’t need much more of an answer than that.  With his free hand wrapping around the back of her neck to draw her a few mere inches forward, his lips slant over hers and any embarrassment left in him disappears in a second.  (y/n) returns his kiss with fervor, letting his hand go so she could give into the intrusive thoughts that had attacked her all night, running her fingers through his hair, nails scraping slightly at the nape of his neck.

The sensation was enough to give him an ego boost, and Megumi drops a hand to her hip, pulling her closer until her chest leaned into his, and even still he pulled more, and more, until they couldn’t possibly be any closer.

His lips dragged over hers as his nose prodded hers to the side, tilting his head to deepen their kiss further.  A hum of approval traveled up her throat and vibrated gently against his mouth, and she could only sneak in a few more kisses until she had to pull on his sweater to make him stop so she could catch her breath.

Their blushing faces are mirrored now, both smiling shyly, and still clinging onto one another.

“Did Yuuji give you advice on that too?” (y/n) chuckled, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.  Megumi chuckles, his eyes falling to her now swollen lips.

“If I say yes, are you going to stand me up for our ice cream date?”

The pair giggle quietly amongst themselves, (y/n’s) arms wrapped loosely around his neck, Megumi’s arms wrapped loosely around her waist, neither one of them wanting to part even though their movie had ended and it was rather late into the evening.

“So it’s a date now?” (y/n) quirks a brow.

Megumi smiles, more sure of himself now than he has been in the last couple of months.

“Of course it is” 

(y/n) smiles back at him melting a little further into his embrace.

“So then I suppose that makes you my boyfriend” She adds cheekily.

Megumi raises a hand to curl his fingers under her jaw, his thumb stroking lazily over her skin.  He watches this movement for a minute as he relishes in the delight of being bestowed such a title.

He decides to steal the moment with a kiss, which (y/n) happily returns.  This kiss is softer than their first.  It’s also shorter, but just as passionate.  He’s smiling again when they part, resting his forehead against hers as he gazes fondly into her eyes.

“I suppose it does”  ___

this was supposed to be SHORT what did i DO

xoxo ~ jordie

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Shadow | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, unwanted sexual contact (not on reader)

Word Count: 5069

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Sam made himself and Dean don goofy outfits to go investigate the death of some poor girl who died the previous week. You were dressed as their supervisor, so you didn’t have to dress like the third Imagination Mover.

“You know, I’ve gotta say Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes,” Dean complained. “I feel like a high school drama dork. What was that play that you did? What was it— Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute.”

“You did theater?” you asked Sam.

“Look, you wanna pull this off or not?” The brunet changed the subject.

“I’m just sayin’, these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?”

“Whose?” You gave Dean a look.

“Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?”

***

The landlady of the young woman’s apartment building let you into the deceased’s room. She called the alarm company as useful as “boobs on a man.” She explained how Meredith had been found in pieces scattered around the apartment. The landlady said there had been no signs of break in, and allowed you and the Winchesters to check the apartment out for a bit.

“So, a killer walks in and out of the apartment—no weapons, no prints, nothin’,” Dean said.

“I’m tellin’ ya, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig,” Sam replied.

The EMF meter Dean was holding beeped rapidly.

“I definitely agree with you,” you chimed in.

“So, you talked to the cops?” Sam asked his brother.

Dean smirked. “I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law.”

You ignored the way your heart squeezed in your chest. “Yeah? What’d you find out?” You did your best not to let on the emotional storm he was sending you into.

“Well, she’s a Sagittarius,” he said dreamily. “She loves tequila, I mean— wow. Oh, and she’s got this little tattoo—”

“Dean!” Sam cut his brother off.

“What? Yeah. Uh, nothin’ we don’t already know. Except for one thing they’re keepin’ out of the papers. Meredith’s heart was missing.”

“Her heart?” the younger brother sounded stunned. “So, what do you think did it to her?”

“Well, the landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was— werewolf?”

You shook your head. “No, the lunar cycle’s not right. Plus, if it was a creature or somethin’, it would’ve left some kind of trace. It’s gotta be a spirit.”

Dean looked down at the blood stains on the white carpet and seemed to notice something. “Sam, see if you can find any masking tape.” His idea of taping the space between the splotches of blood like a twisted connect-the-dots revealed a strange symbol on the ground that looked like an “S” with a small circle cutting through the middle of it.

***

You were gulping down beers like there was no tomorrow and trying to peel your eyes away from Dean flirting with the gorgeous bartender. You and Sam were sitting at an empty table and leafing through his father’s journal.

“(Y/N), if you stare any harder at him, you’re gonna burst a blood vessel.”

You looked over at Sam. “Shut up.”

“You like him, huh?”

“What am I, five? No, I don’t like him,” you responded. 

He gave you a knowing look. “C’mon, (Y/N/N), don’t lie to me.”

You sighed, taking a big gulp of your drink first. “I don’t know, man. I’m not good with feelings.”

Before Sam could respond, Dean was back over at your table. “I talked to the bartender,” he grinned. 

“Did you get anything? Besides her number?” Sam asked.

Dean scrunched his face up. “Dude, I’m a professional. I’m offended that you would think that.” Sam gave him a look, and Dean bashfully held up a napkin with the bartender’s number on it in response.

“You mind doin’ a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?” you asked.

“Huh? Look, there’s nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn’t do or say anything weird before she died, so— what about that symbol, you find anything?”

The younger brother shook his head. “Nope, nothing. It wasn’t in Dad’s journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess.”

“Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?” you brought up.

“His name was, uh, his name was Ben Swardstrom.” He pulled a newspaper clipping out of the journal and handed it to Dean, “Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal; the door was locked, the alarm was on.”

“Is there any connection between the two of them?”

“Not that I can tell—I mean, not yet, at least. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common—they were practically from different worlds.”

“So, to recap, the only successful intel we’ve scored so far is the bartender’s phone number," the younger brother deadpanned.

Dean smirked at you and Sam, and you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. Sam seemed to notice something on the other side of the room.

“What?” you asked.

Without answering you, Sam got up from the table and headed past his brother. You followed him to a table where a blonde woman with short hair sat.

“Meg?” he asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows as the woman turned around and exclaimed, “Sam! Is that you? Oh, my god! What are you doing here?” She gave him a hug, and you could see on Sam’s face that he was confused.

“I’m just in town, visiting friends,” he lied.

The young woman looked around. “Where are they?”

You stepped up from his side. “Me!” you lied. “Nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N).”

She gave you a smile, “Yeah, I remember, Sam told me about you.”

You turned to the younger Winchester. “He did?”

“Yeah, of course,” Sam answered. “Meg, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to California.”

Dean came up between you and Sam; eyes raking over Meg’s body.

“Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what’s-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar,” she explained.

Sam looked confused. “Who?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I’m living here for a while,” she shrugged.

Dean cleared his throat loudly, but was ignored.

“You’re from Chicago?” Sam questioned.

“No, Massachusetts. Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we’d run into each other?” The grin she gave unsettled you. 

“Yeah, I know, I thought I’d never see you again.”

Dean cleared his throat again, earning a “Dude, cover your mouth,” from Meg.

Sam chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, um, I’m sorry, Meg. This is, uh— this is my brother, Dean.”

She looked surprised. “This is Dean?”

“So, you’ve heard of me?” Dean gave her a salacious grin.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve heard of you. Nice; the way you treat your brother like luggage,” she said harshly.

“Sorry?” Dean was stunned and so were you.

The woman didn't let up, and if it weren't for your horrible gut feeling, the two of you would likely be good friends. “Why don’t you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over god’s green earth.”

“Meg, it’s alright,” Sam said.

Dean whistled lowly. “Okay, awkward. I’m gonna get a drink now. C’mon, (Y/N).”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” And with that, you bounded off to the bar with him. “What’s with that chick?”

Dean shook his head. “I don’t know. Weird, right?”

“Yeah, completely,” you responded.

The older Winchester motioned at the pretty bartender he’d spoken to earlier for two beers. 

“Sam ever mention her?” you asked him. “They seemed pretty chummy.”

“Why, you jealous?”

You scoffed. “No way. He reminds me too much of my brother. Freud would be rolling in his grave if I was. She’s just… bizarre.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he grumbled, sipping his beer.

Sam came over to you and told you it was time to go.

“What, why?” you asked.

“Just… come on, (Y/N/N),” Sam responded. He dragged the two of you out of the bar after you and Dean chugged your beers quickly.

“Who the hell was she?” Dean questioned as you crossed the street outside of the bar.

“I don’t really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don’t know, man, it’s weird.”

“Yeah, she seemed to really know you,” you said. “You said you only met her once?”

He nodded.

“And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin’ about me to some chick?” Dean’s tone was on-guard immediately.

“Look, I’m sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that’s not important, just listen—”

“Well, is there any truth to what she’s saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?”

Sam stopped his brother. “No, of course not. Now, would you listen? I think there’s somethin’ strange going on here, guys.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Dean muttered. “She wasn’t even that into me.”

You elbowed him sharply. “Upstairs brain, please.”

“I mean like, our kind of strange.” Sam ignored his brother’s comment. “Like, maybe even a lead.”

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

“I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don’t think that’s a little weird?”

“Well, yeah,” you said. “But I think I would’ve noticed if she was following us.”

“Yeah, okay, Nancy Drew,” Dean chided.

“Listen, dickhead, I’m very observant,” you responded playfully.

“Guys, can we focus, please? Look, I could be wrong, I’m just sayin’ that there’s something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on,” Sam continued.

“Well, I bet you’d like to. I mean, maybe she’s not a suspect, maybe you’ve got a thing for her, huh?” Dean’s grin was widening by the second.

Sam rolled his eyes and you laughed.

“Maybe you’re thinkin’ a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?” Dean pointed to his head and then down to his groin.

Sam gave the two of you a bitchface. “Do me a favor. Check and see if there’s really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can’t dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith’s floor.”

“What are you gonna do?” Dean asked him.

“I’m gonna watch Meg.”

The older brother laughed. “Yeah, you are.”

“I just wanna see what’s what. Better safe than sorry.”

“Alright, you little pervert.” Dean continued walking.

“Dude!”

“We’re goin’, we’re goin’.” 

“Bye, Sam!” you called over your shoulder. You and Dean walked a few blocks down to Sam and Dean’s motel room and set to work searching for Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts.

***

About thirty minutes later, Sam called you. “Hey.” You continued clicking through pages on your computer.

“Finding anything?” he asked.

“Yeah, she checks out. High school yearbook picture and everything.”

Dean took your phone from you. “Let me guess. You’re lurkin’ outside that poor girl’s apartment, aren’t you?... You’ve got a funny way of showin’ your affection. Now, look, why don’t you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?... Yeah, that (Y/N) did have some luck with. It’s, uh, turns out it’s very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It’s a sigil for a Daeva.”

Dean handed the phone back to you. “He’s lookin’ for a nerd definition. You’re better with that than I am.”

You rolled your eyes. “ 'Daeva' translates to ‘demon of darkness’. They’re Zoroastrian demons, and they’re freakin’ animals, dude. Dean said they’re demonic pitbulls.”

“How’d you figure that out?”

“Google, man. It’s a magical place.”

He laughed. 

“Oh, one more thing!” you gasped. “These Daevas, they have to be summoned; conjured.”

Sam sounded surprised. “So, someone’s controlling it?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’. And, from what I gather, it’s pretty risky business, too. These bitches tend to bite the hand that feeds them.”

“And, uh, the arms, and torsos,” Dean quipped loud enough for his brother to hear. 

“So, what do they look like?” Sam asked you.

“Nobody knows. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? We’ve definitely got a major player in town.”

Dean took the phone back from you. “Now, why don’t you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?... No, bite her. Don’t leave teeth marks, though— Sam? Are you—?” He took your phone away from his ear. “He hung up.”

“Yeah, you fucking perv. You know he’s a total prude,” you snickered. “I’m kind of exhausted, if I’m being honest. Do you mind if I sleep here for a bit?” you asked him, referring to his bed that you were lounging on.

He shrugged. “Go right ahead. I’ll wake you up when Sam’s back.”

“Thanks. Night, Dee.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

You rolled away from him, sighing contentedly. You brought the covers up around your neck, and Dean's scent engulfed you as you did so.

You often found yourself unable to rest when you were alone in your room. Some part of you was still afraid of your father bursting into your room at four in the morning to go run drills if he was disappointed in your performance from the day before. And if sleep did grace you, it was normally hours of tossing and turning before you could finally turn your brain off. But somehow, this man you were just beginning to know made you feel safe enough to drift off in minutes.

***

You awoke to Dean lightly shaking you awake. You snapped into fight or flight and gripped his wrist, shooting up from the bed.

“Whoa, whoa, relax. It’s just me,” he told you.

“Sorry,” you said, cheeks burning. “Hey, Sam.”

Sam proceeded to explain what he’d seen after following Meg into a warehouse. 

“So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?” Dean quipped.

“Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing,” Sam responded.

“So, Sammy’s got a thing for the bad girl,” he chuckled. “And what’s the deal with that bowl again?”

“She was talking into it. The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone.”

“With who? With the Daeva?”

The younger man shook his head. “No, (Y/N) said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who’s giving her orders. Someone who’s comin’ to that warehouse.”

Dean thought for a moment and then looked over some of the papers the two of you had spread out on the table. “Holy crap.”

“What?” You jumped out of bed and walked over to him.

“What I was gonna tell Sam earlier—I pulled a favor with my—” he cleared his throat— “friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims— we missed something the first time.”

“What?”

“The first victim, the old man— he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn’t born here. Look where he was born.” He pointed to a spot on the page.

“Lawrence,” you breathed. 

Dean continued to shuffle through files. “Meredith, second victim? Turns out she was adopted. And guess where she’s from.”

“Holy crap,” Sam muttered. “I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That’s where everything started. So, you think Meg’s tied up with the demon?”

“I think it’s a definite possibility,” the older brother answered.

“But I don’t understand. What’s the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?” Sam questioned.

“Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation.” 

“No, we can’t. We shouldn’t tip her off. We’ve gotta stake out that warehouse. We’ve gotta see who, or what, is showin’ up to meet her.” Sam pulled a hand through his hair and began to pace.

“I’ll tell you one thing. I don’t think we should do this alone,” Dean said.

“Dean, do you even think your dad will answer?” you asked him, knowing what he meant.

He didn’t answer but told you, “You and Sam go stake out the trunk. Get me somethin’ good.”

You nodded. “C’mon, Sam.”

You grabbed anything and everything out of the trunk that could’ve been remotely useful. Holy water, numerous weapons, and different books containing dozens of different exorcism rituals. 

When you returned to the room, Dean was talking to who you deduced was his father on the phone. “We think we’ve got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh, this warehouse—it’s 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can.” 

“Voicemail?” you questioned.

He nodded. He gestured to the stuffed duffel bags you and Sam were holding. “Jesus, what’d you get?”

“We ransacked the trunk,” Sam explained and listed off all the things you had grabbed.

Dean nodded and breathed deeply. “Big night.”

“Yeah. You nervous?” the younger brother asked.

“No. Why, are you?”

“No. No way.” He was silent for a moment. “God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, alright?” 

“I know. I’m just sayin’, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I’d sleep for a month. Go back to school— be a person again.”

“You wanna go back to school?” you asked Sam.

“Yeah, once we’re done huntin’ the thing,” he answered.

You felt slightly saddened. “Oh.”

“Why, is there somethin’ wrong with that?”

“No, no! It’s, uh, great. I’m proud of you,” you told him.

“I mean, what are you two gonna do when it’s all over?” Sam asked.

“It’s never gonna be over,” Dean answered. “There’s gonna be others. There’s always gonna be somethin’ to hunt.” He looked to you. “And I’m gonna need a new hunting partner if Sam’s not gonna be around… so…”

You gave him a lopsided smile. 

Sam continued prodding. “But there’s got to be somethin’ that you want for yourself—”

Dean cut his brother off. “Yeah, I don’t want you to leave the second this thing’s over, Sam.” He turned away.

“Dude, what’s your problem?”

“Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh?” Dean asked his brother rhetorically. “I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?”

“ ‘Cause Dad was in trouble. ‘Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.” Sam looked confused. 

“Yes, that, but it’s more than that, man. You and me and Dad— I mean, I want us… I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again.”

Sam’s tone softened. “Dean, we are a family. I’d do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.”

Dean looked heartbroken, and yours ached for him, too. “Could be.”

“I don’t want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you’re gonna have to let me go my own way.”

You watched Sam with sad eyes, but you and Dean said nothing as you left the room to head to the warehouse.

***

You carefully climbed your way up the elevator shaft hearing Meg’s melodic voice talking in a language you couldn’t recognize getting louder and louder as you ascended. You tried your best not to make much noise while you climbed; a feat the brothers seemed to have trouble with.

You peeked over the cement slab that made up the seventh floor of the warehouse. Meg’s back was turned to you and she continued speaking into the goblet she was holding. Sam quietly pulled the gate open just wide enough for you and the brothers to slip through. The three of you headed behind two of the support posts of the warehouse. You drew your guns from your jeans and steadied your breath to attack her.

“Guys,” Meg spoke; never turning around.

You looked at the brothers in shock.

“Hiding’s a little bit childish, don’t you think?” her smooth voice continued. 

“Well, that didn’t work out like I planned,” Dean muttered to you. You would have laughed had it not been for your situation.

Meg turned and her boots clacked on the floor as she approached you. “Why don’t you come out?”

You slowly moved from behind the crates.

“Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship,” she snarled.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“So, where’s your little Daeva friend?” you asked her.

“Around,” she sing-songed. “You know, that shotgun’s not gonna do much good.”

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. The shotgun’s not for the demon,” Dean responded. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“So, who is it, Meg? Who’s coming? Who are you waiting for?” Sam jumped in.

“You,” she smiled. Just behind her on her left, you saw shadows beginning to form in the shape of demons in flowing, tattered robes on the wall.

Before you knew it, you were knocked to the ground, screaming in pain as something slashed your right cheek and left shoulder. It was proving difficult to fight something you couldn’t see. You screamed in pain again as you felt a slash across your thigh, and whited out from the pain.

When you came to, your hands were bound behind your back. You struggled against your restraints as Dean spoke. “Hey, Sam? Don’t take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend… is a bitch.”

Dean had been tied on your right side; backs against the sides of the cement post.

“This, the whole thing, was a trap,” Sam figured out. “Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin’ what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn’t it?”

Meg laughed.

“And that the victims were from Lawrence?” Sam continued.

“It doesn’t mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that’s all,” the blonde smiled.

“You killed those two people for nothin’.”

“Baby, I’ve killed a lot more for a lot less,” she replied smugly.

“You trapped us. Good for you. It’s Miller time.” You could hear the smile in the older brother’s voice. “But why don���t you kill us already?”

You thought for a second. “Because it’s not a trap for us. It’s a trap for John.”

Meg tsked at the brothers. “I like her. She’s a lot quicker on the uptake.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re dumber than you look,” Dean told her. “ 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn’t walk into something like this. He’s too good.”

Meg approached Dean and straddled his legs. “He is pretty good. I’ll give you that. But you see, he has one weakness.”

“What’s that?” the older brother winced uncomfortably. You strained against your restraints even more, trying to be able to get to Dean.

You could see Meg leaning closer to Dean, her voice somehow becoming even more sultry. “You. He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he’ll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody— nice and slow and messy.”

Dean’s voice strained in discomfort. “Well, I’ve got news for ya. It’s gonna take a lot more than some… shadow to kill him.”

“Oh, the Daevas are in the room here—they’re invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see,” she explained. 

“Why you doin’ this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?” Sam asked her.

“I’m doing this for the same reasons you do what you do: loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy and Jess.”

“Go to hell,” he responded.

“Baby, I’m already there.” She slid over to Sam and straddled him. “C’mon, Sam, there’s no need to be nasty.” 

You didn’t like the full show you were being given of Meg leaning into his ear and ghosting her lips over his neck. “I think we both know how you really feel about me. You know, I saw you watching me— changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Ew, Sam!” you scolded him.

“Get a room, you two,” Dean grumbled simultaneously.

“I didn’t mind. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun.” Meg kissed up his neck.

“You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I’m a little tied up right now,” Sam responded.

She smiled and continued to kiss him. She stopped when she heard something from your side of the room. She stalked over to yours and Dean’s post and took the knife from his hand, tossing it into a corner. Meg walked back over to Sam. “Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?”

“No, no,” he told her. “That’s because I have a knife of my own.” She seemed confused until he broke free and knocked his head against hers; sending her to the floor.

“Sam! Get the altar!” you instructed.

He ran over to it and aggressively turned it over. Before you knew it, Meg was sent flying out of the warehouse’s window and to the ground below. Sam came back over to you two and cut you free. You headed over to the window to see Meg’s dead body sprawled over the ground. “So, I guess the Daevas didn’t like being bossed around,” Sam remarked.

“Yeah, I guess not. Hey, Sam?” Dean said. “Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that’s not so buckets-o’-crazy, huh?”

***

You and the boys returned to their motel room so you could patch each other up and recover. You weren’t so convinced that your run-in with the Daevas was over and brought the duffel bag inside with you.

“Why didn’t you just leave that stuff in the car?” Dean asked you.

“Better safe than sorry,” you shrugged.

The older Winchester unlocked the door before you and you entered the room. You noticed the silhouette of a burly man standing by the window. You flipped on the light while Dean exclaimed, “Hey!”

The man turned around, and your jaw nearly fell to the floor at the sight of the scruffy, tanned man before you.

“Dad?” Dean breathed out.

John smiled. “Hey, boys.” He and his oldest son walked toward each other and shared a long hug. You smiled at them sadly. When they pulled away, John turned to his youngest. “Hi, Sam.” They shared a long look before John turned to you. “Didn’t think I’d see you again after Jericho,” he told you.

You responded, “I didn’t think I’d see your boys again after Jericho, either.” 

John gave you a half-smile. “Thank you. For looking after them.”

You nodded in acknowledgement.

“Dad, it was a trap. I didn’t know; I’m sorry,” Dean began.

“It’s alright. I thought it might’ve been.”

“Were you there?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?”

“Yes, sir,” the boys answered their father. 

“Good. Well, it doesn’t surprise me. It’s tried to stop me before,” John sighed. “It knows I’m close. It knows I’m gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it.”

“How?” you asked.

“I’m workin’ on that,” the older man responded.

“Let us come with you. We’ll help,” Sam urged. 

John’s tone hardened. “No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don’t want you caught in a crossfire. I don’t want you hurt.”

Sam shook his head. “Dad, you don’t have to worry about us.”

“Of course I do. I’m your father.” He paused. “Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight.”

“Yes, sir,” Sam nodded.

“It’s good to see you again. It’s been a long time.”

“Too long.” Tears formed in Sam’s eyes as he finally hugged his father.

Suddenly, you were thrown across the room by an invisible force, something clawing at your back. 

“No!” Dean yelled before he was thrown down next to you. 

Deep claw marks formed on a number of parts of your body— your legs, arms, face, stomach— everywhere. 

“Shut your eyes!” Sam yelled over the chaos. “These things are shadow demons, so let’s light ‘em up!” Suddenly, a bright light began to fill the room.

You and the three men fumbled your way around trying to feel your way out of the room. 

“(Y/N)!” Dean called to you while Sam called to his father.

“I’m here!” you told him. You felt his arms around you pulling you out of the room. Your leg protested and made you yelp in pain. You knew Dean was hurting, too, and you tried your best to continue moving forward.

“(Y/N), let me help you!” Dean urged you as you continued to stumble out of the room.

“No!” you said, but Dean swept you up anyway. “Dean!” He carried you out of the room and toward the car. You finally gave in and wound your arms around his neck. When he put you down in the backseat, you held your leg and groaned in pain. 

“Alright, come on,” Sam said. “We don’t have much time. As soon as the flare’s out, they’ll be back.” Sam moved to get in the car, too.

“Wait, wait, wait! Sam, wait. Dad, you can’t come with us.”

Sam huffed. “What? What are you talkin’ about?”

“You boys— you’re beat to hell,” John protested.

“We’ll be alright,” Dean answered.

“Dean, we should stick together. We’ll go after those demons—”

Dean turned to his brother. “Sam! Listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don’t you understand? They’re not gonna stop. They’re gonna try again. They’re gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad’s vulnerable when he’s with us. He— he’s stronger without us around.”

“Dad, no—” Sam put a hand on his father’s shoulder. “After everything— after all the time we spent lookin’ for you, please. I gotta be a part of this fight.”

“Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you’ve got to trust me, son—”

Sam shook his head as his father continued to speak.

“—Okay, you’ve gotta let me go,” John told him. Finally, Sam patted his father’s shoulder and allowed him to move away.

The three of you watched as got in his truck and drove off. You knew Dean was right, but it was so bizarre to let this man you spent so much time looking for leave just like that.

“Come on,” Dean told his brother. And with that, the three of you were off to god-knows-where to lick your wounds and get a hopefully decent amount of sleep. 

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[creamhoodie]

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊ Trio ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊

synopsis: Nagi finds out you cheated on him with Reo and the three of you end up having a threesome. Tags: aged up, continuation to my other fic comfort

Nagi knew something had happened between you and Reo the morning he had picked you up. Reo’s call had only confirmed it. 

“Do you ever think about how good the both of us could make her feel?” Reo had asked. 

His best friend had pitched the idea of the two of them fucking his girl, though something told him Reo had already been in you. 

Maybe it had been the way you tasted different or the way Reo had held you a little longer than usual when saying goodbye with your breasts squished cozily into his chest. 

The thought of Reo touching you and making you feel good filled him with a jealousy he didn’t know he could possess. 

“Was that Reo on the phone?” you asked, opening the bathroom door, steam in the air and you were dressed in the bathrobe he had given you for Christmas. 

“Yeah,” he said, noting the worried tone you tried to conceal.

He knew you thought he didn’t notice these finer details because of the way he was captivated  with his video games but the truth is he had every part of you memorized from the way your eyes lit up to how your tears taste when you cried. 

“What’d he want?” you asked, raking your comb through your wet hair. 

Nagi took his time answering, going to hug you from behind and smelling your clean scent, nuzzling your neck. That’s one of the things he loved most about being with you: how your fragrance permeated the hot steamed air after you showered. To Nagi that would always be a comforting smell, the smell of home. 

“Reo suggested that the two of us could make you feel good,” he said, kissing your neck. 

“Oh,” you said, widening your eyes. 

But he knew you better and knew that was your ‘oh how surprising face.’ 

Little slut, had Reo trailed kisses down this very neck last night? 

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” He asked.

He undid your bathrobe and pulled the drape back a little so he could see your bare breasts in the mirror. 

“I’m not sure, Seishiro. Would something like that even be okay with you?” you asked, but he was not oblivious to how the question had made your breath hitch for a moment in anticipation and longing. 

Would he be okay with it? 

He wasn’t entirely sure. Part of him was still filled with jealousy at the thought of Reo touching you but there was another part of him at the corner of his ego that was aroused at the idea of Reo watching him fuck you. 

Sure he had been lazy with the sex lately, letting you ride him and not doing it as frequently but this new element of adding Reo to the mix was stoking flames he hadn’t known existed. 

“Seishiro?” you called his name to get his attention again. 

He turned you around so you were facing him, your hands instinctively placing themselves at his chest. In response, he pulled back the drape of the garment even more so your nipples were fully revealed. He placed his thumb on one and pressed down hard. 

“I think I’d be okay with it, especially if it makes you feel good,” he said as you winced a bit from his touch at both the pain and pleasure. 

“Seishiro, what's gotten into you?” you asked. 

He wasn’t entirely sure himself as he was still discovering this feeling of jealousy and arousal. 

That’s why he couldn’t turn down Reo’s offer, he had to chase down this feeling to the end to find that light at the end of the tunnel. 

— 

Nagi watched as Reo whispered something in your ear causing your face to go red. Though he didn’t know Reo had purred: “I told you, you’d feel me again, doll” into your ear, he had a pretty good idea. 

The three of you were the bed you shared with Nagi. 

From the moment Reo had come over and entered the room, Nagi could tell how you were salivating over him. 

Again that same feeling from before, both jealousy and arousal plagued him. 

You sat in the middle of the two men, each making you feel so small in comparison. 

“Why don’t you kiss her, first?” Nagi prompted Reo.

Besides, you’re practically eye fucking her already, he thought to himself. It was also for his benefit he wanted to see how the act would make him feel. 

Not one to be told twice, Reo kissed you passionately, his tongue intertwining with yours.

Nagi felt his pants tighten watching the two of you. Seeing Reo kiss you with such a familiarity and passion turned him on because it gave him a new point of view of you he wasn’t usually able to see. Yet it also made him jealous because he wanted that passion too.

He broke the two of you’s kisses by pulling you by your hair and making you face him and soon Reo’s tongue was replaced with his. Again you tasted different, a mixture of you and Reo. Now you were creating a new flavor with him added in. 

As the two of you made out, Reo began to leave kisses down your neck and the slope of your shoulder, this time he let himself go and didn’t hold back, gently biting at your skin to leave marks like he had so desperately wanted to last night. 

“You’re so lucky, Nagi. Her skin is so soft,” Reo moaned against your skin. 

His words filled Nagi with both pride and anger. Pride because you were his and belonged to him. Anger because Reo had looted and he knew he had felt your precious soft skin last night. 

“I know I am,” he said between tongue filled kisses. He was ready to take it further, explore this feeling further down the rabbit hole: why did his best friend fucking his girl make him mad and turn him on at the same time? 

He should be angry at the two of you and he was just not in the way he expected. 

“Seishiro please,” you pleaded as you felt your clit beginning to pulsate in yearning. 

“I know,” he cooed but he thought to himself: I know how much of a slut you are and how much you crave to be filled with both of us. 

If that’s what you wanted you’d get it and then some, but this time you wouldn’t feel Reo without feeling him as well. 

Two pairs of hands hurriedly undressed you. It all happened so fast with clothes being discarded. You were positioned on your knees and felt two tips lingering at your entrances: one at your ass and the other at your pussy. 

Nagi was at your ass while your back was turned to him and you faced Reo whose cock lingered before you. 

“Seishiro? What are you gonna do?” you asked apprehensively. 

He kissed your back before replying.

“I’m going to make you feel good, same as Reo. Don’t worry about anything,” he said. 

He knew this was unlike him, usually you would just ride him and he had never fucked your ass before but he intended to show you that he was more than a pillow princess and could make you feel just as good as Reo. 

“You heard him, baby. Don’t worry, we're gonna take really good care of you. Here let me help you,” Reo said to you as he kissed you to relax you. 

Again you were greeted with his soft tongue and his hands were massaging your breasts as he kissed you. You felt yourself pooling in arousal at his embrace and you were just beginning to relax when you felt a sharp pain in your ass. 

You yelped as Nagi attempted to make his way in, the two of you had never done this before and you were extremely sensitive back there. Luckily, Reo understood. 

“Shhh, don’t focus on him. Focus on me,” he whispered so only you could hear. You were next greeted by Nagi’s tongue and spit at your ass as he tried to lubricate you. “I think he needs you a little more wet, angel. Should I show him how wet you can get for me?” Reo asked. 

Not giving you a chance to answer, he stuffed two fingers inside of your pussy, fingers curling while he used his other hand to massage your clit. 

Your breathing hitched, he was just as skilled with his fingers as he had been with his tongue last night. 

All the while, Nagi continued to tongue at your ass, leaving a snail trail of moisture down your crack and at your entrance. Between him and Reo you felt yourself flooding to the point that it was almost embarrassing. The lubrication caused from Reo’s fingering dripping to the back of your pussy as well. 

“She’s ready now, Reo,” Nagi  said as a heads up. The two resumed their positions, tips lingering at entrances. 

You stared into Reo’s amethyst eyes bracing yourself as you simultaneously felt them both sink into you. 

You let out a blood curling moan as you felt Nagi sink himself all the way into your ass. The burning sensation you felt made you feel like he had taken your virginity all over again and you collapsed into Reo’s arms, feeling his cock  warm and familiar in your cunt. 

“Fuck, look at you all filled up,” Reo said astonished as his hands steadied you. 

But you didn’t have eyes for him right now, what you were curious about was the quiet menace that had just sunken his impressive length into your ass. 

You turned your head to meet Nagi’s gray eyes and winced at his expression.

He looked angry and his next words made your blood run cold.

“Did the two of you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell you had fucked last night?” He asked. 

This was it.

His trump card. 

He had intended to let the two of you know when he had you like this because then he intended to fuck you with his full force. If you wanted to be on Reo’s cock how you had been last night by all means go ahead but he’d fuck you so good every time you felt him in your pussy you’d be yearning for his cock in your ass.

“Seishiro I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ you tried to protest emotionally with tears now but he cut you off.

“Shut up. You wanna act like a whore you’re gonna be fucked like one,” he said. 

The three of you remained positioned like that, not speaking for a few moments. 

You stared at Reo, who gazed back at you with lust. 

He seemed calm, you wondered how he could be so collected when he had been wrong, he had told you Nagi wouldn’t get mad. 

“Go ahead and fuck her, Reo. What are you waiting for? Fuck her like you did last night,” Nagi said. 

Reo began to thrust in and out of you slowly and soon you were overwhelmed with bliss. 

It was then that Nagi decided to thrust as well, keeping in tune with Reo’s pace. 

Again his anger was turning to arousal seeing you on Reo’s cock and hearing the soft smacking sounds of skin on skin. Both of their balls smacked against your ass and pussy, making lewd noises. He used your hair as a handlebar pulling it back to steady himself as he watched his cock enter in and out of your round ass cheeks. 

Looking over your shoulder, he could also see Reo’s cock disappearing and entering your pussy, each time more soaked with your fluids than the last. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Reo moaned. He didn’t even try to hide how much he enjoyed fucking you and feeling your warmth on his cock. 

Nagi be damned, you felt amazing the only regret he had was not fucking you sooner. The way you were making him feel now he was envisioning all the times he could have fucked you: when he gave you a ride back to Nagi’s, when the two of you had been alone in the locker room, and when the three of you had watched movies at his place, if only he had snuck his hand under your blanket into your warm folds… 

As Nagi watched this all unfold, the light at the end of the tunnel was coming closer, at last he almost understood why he was feeling the way he did.

Pounding into you still, Nagi watched with half lidded eyes as Reo’s cock entered you again, precum on the tip entering this time. 

He pulled your hair back this time to be able to speak right into your ear. 

“You little fucking slut, I bring you around my best friend and what do you? You go fuck him,” he snarled his pace increasing. 

You tried to stammer another apology but you couldn’t form coherent words too busy making animalistic moans. 

“You’re such a whore and you had the nerve to kiss me after sucking his cock,” Nagi continued. 

Tears were falling down your face both from his harsh words and from the combined pleasure the two of them were making you feel. 

You fell forward into Reo for support, wrapping your arms around his neck, tears free falling down from your skin onto his. 

To Nagi it was such an intimate sight it only aroused him more especially when you and Reo bumped noses from the thrusting and began to kiss again slowly without shame.

At last he understood.

Watching the two of you kiss with Reo’s cock sloppily going in and out of you, he understood where this anger and jealousy was coming from.  He had reached the light at the end of the tunnel.

It wasn’t that he was angry at what the two of you did, he was angry because the two of you hadn’t included him. The jealousy he felt was at the exclusion of not being included in this game where you were the trophy. After all, he and Reo were partners on and off the field. 

Understanding this, he was able to channel that anger and jealousy into making you feel good, he thrusted against you faster now not holding back. 

“Seishiro,” you moaned, breaking free of Reo’s mouth and turning back to look at him. His face was red and you looked down to his thick girth going in and out of you. “Seishiro, I’m sorry,” you finally were able to make out. 

Now he kissed you, savoring the new taste the three of you had created. There was a hint of Reo’s dark chocolate, his ocean breeze, and of course your warm scent from this morning’s shower. 

“Don’t be, this is fun,” he replied genuinely. You turned back to look at Reo who was watching the interaction with hungry eyes and a smug expression that said ‘I told you so.’ 

So it turns out he hadn’t been wrong. 

Reo had known all along, the two were voyeurist and egoists at their core, each gaining gratification from watching the other fuck you. Each gaining pleasure from wanting to outdo the other. 

Nagi’s hands went to your waist now, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he continued to thrust into you. 

“I think I’m gonna cum soon, angel,” he said softly into your ear. 

Reo seemed awfully close as well still offering you quick strokes but his furrowed brows and moans showed he was on edge. 

They each felt so good inside of you in their own ways. Nagi was ever so big and he could reach deeper than you had ever thought possible, and Reo was thick and his unique curvature hit your sweet spot perfectly. Both of their moans echoed in your ear. Nagi was more of a whimpering moan and Reo was a snarl. 

In sync you felt the two release in you, and the three of you fell like dominos into the other with you collapsing against Reo’s chest, and Nagi collapsing into your back. 

“Fuck, look at what you did, baby,” Reo panted as he looked down at your interconnected bodies. His cock was a mess with your fluids. Your pussy was leaking with his semen that he had shot into you. It was the first time Reo had ever finished inside of you since last night he had made you swallow it. 

You turned your head to meet Nagi’s dazed gaze, and similarly his cock dripped with leftover cum that he had shot into your ass. 

The three of you stayed there catching your breath. Nagi was the first to break the silence.

“That felt so good. I didn’t know it could be that good,” he said, still breathless. 

It was as if Reo was the missing piece the two of you had needed all along to spice up the sexual aspect of your relationship. Having discovered several things about himself during this whole ordeal he was different from the old Nagi who would have just wanted to lay up in bed after one round. 

He wanted more. 

“Reo, don’t you think we should make our little slut taste us?” He suggested. 

There was a twinkle in Reo’s eyes as he responded: “yes we should.” 

Still fucked out, you didn’t protest as they moved positions. Ironically enough, you felt like the soccer ball they often effortlessly maneuvered and passed between them. Soon you found yourself moved from the bed to the carpet on your knees as the two stood in front of you, this made you feel more like a soccer ball at their feet. 

“Suck,” Nagi commanded, pressing his leaking cock to your face. You were quick to obey him, opening your mouth and taking his big pink head in. You were soon greeted by the unique taste of bodily fluids. 

“Fuck, she looks so hot down there,” Reo whispered as he watched, the burning anticipation causing him to fist his own cock again. 

Nagi’s hands went to your head, forcing you closer and to take more of him in. Your head bobbing up and down on his cock as you continued to suck him off was making him feel so weak especially with Reo’s eyes watching.

 For Reo it was a wondrous sight seeing his best friend so completely at your mercy, Nagi’s knees practically shaking and his usually pale white skin flushing pink and red with his snowy hair matted with sweat to his forehead. 

“That’s it angel, suck me good. Give Reo a show,” Nagi said. 

Reo loved watching your mouth take all of Nagi’s big cock in, he couldn’t believe you could handle it and had been handling it this whole time you had been dating Nagi. Images of you riding Nagi filled his head and he was impressed with both what your pussy and mouth could do. 

You paused for a moment to lick Nagi’s tip and kiss it in the way you knew sent him over the edge, not breaking eye contact with him. At this, he forced your head down again and began thrusting his cock into you so it hit the back of your throat making you gag, the sound of making Reo leak.

Again Nagi came, but this time he finished in your mouth, his slickness flooding down your throat as you swallowed. 

No sooner had you wiped your mouth than Reo pushed you on your back so you were laying on the floor. 

“Reo careful with her,” Nagi warned, his protective tone sending a jolt of heat to your inner thighs. 

“You had your turn, now it’s mine,” Reo replied.

He placed his cock in between your breasts and cupped your tits with his hands, moving them up and down, using the massaging movement from the act to thrust his cock in between your tits.

“Reo…” you whispered in astonishment at the lewdness of the act but your eyes were locked with Nagi’s gray predatory ones. Your breasts were his and seeing Reo place his cock between where he had rested his head and sucked at your nipples many times before had him seething with rage. 

“I want you to use your mouth for other things while I do this. Tell him how good I felt last night,” Reo said. 

Your hands, which were gripping his back, slapped at him a little.

“Reo!” you scolded. Reo continued to thrust between your breasts as he mushed them up and down against his cock like pillows. As he did this while on top of you his golden chain dangled back and forth in tune with your breasts. 

“Tell him how you practically begged for me,” he gloated. 

“Reo stop,” you pleaded, scratching along his back now. 

That only made him chuckle. 

“Good girl, leave me marked up so next time I’m in the locker room our team mates ask about it.” 

You remained watching Nagi who had an expression you couldn’t place. These two were a mystery to you. Maybe this was part of Reo’s strategy. Maybe once again he knew something you didn’t about Nagi, he had been right before after all. 

You didn’t have long to contemplate though because within seconds he was finishing onto your mouth, his cock still in between your breasts as he leaked all over your lips. You licked your lips clean and watched the two closely. 

It was almost as if they were trying to outdo the other. 

That’s exactly what they were trying to do. 

They were, after all, competitive to a fault. Even if they were teammates and best friends they each sought to outdo the other, it would often make the other evolve and discover new talents they didn’t know they possessed. 

This was just part of the fun Nagi had been referring to earlier. 

“My turn again,” Nagi said now as Reo moved off you. 

He knew how to win. 

He had something Reo didn’t have, and that was your heart. 

Nagi placed your legs on his shoulders and his tongue tenderly lapped at your vagina for the first time.

“My baby tastes so good,” he praised against your pussy with emphasis on the ‘my.’ 

“Seishiro?” you asked softly, watching him between your parted legs. 

He had never done this before, and the act tugged at your heart, he was being much more interactive than he had ever been before. It was everything you had wanted and everything you had cried to Reo about wanting when you had sought his comfort. 

“So beautiful, tell me how much you love me,” he said, placing kisses in between your thighs while also continuing to tongue at you.

“I love you so much, Seishiro,” you moaned in bliss as his tongue lapped at your clit. 

Though he wasn’t as skilled as Reo was with his tongue, his tenderness and willingness to do something new to bring you pleasure meant much more. It also had been part of his plan all along that he would be the one who made you orgasm last.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He asked. 

“You,” you replied. 

“Who’s? Reo Mikage’s? Say my name,” he commanded. 

“Seishiro Nagi. This pussy belongs to Seishiro Nagi,” you moaned your eyes closing but you saw him shoot Reo a smug expression. 

You didn’t care now about either of them as you felt yourself reaching your peak. You felt warmth and anticipation then all at once a sweet release. You laid there in euphoric pleasure feeling several pulses in your body at your temple, at your wrist, and at your clit.  Your eyes were still closed and you felt that you could go to sleep right then and there.

“I think we may have broken her,” Reo said, slightly concerned.

“Nah, she’s a strong girl, she'll bounce back,” Nagi replied, and you then felt him kissing your stomach. 

You heard movement then felt a soft towel between your legs, cleaning you up while another towel cleaned the edges of your mouth. 

“I’ll give you this Nagi, that girl of yours is insatiable,” Reo said, “she’s difficult to resist. I hope we’re okay.” 

You were dozing off to sleep but it still felt weird hearing the two of them talk about you like this but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention. Reo had been the first to see through you after all you wanted both of them to want you even if you belonged to Nagi. 

You felt Nagi’s familiar hands move your arms up and place an oversized shirt you knew to be his from the scent of it over your head. You then felt him pick you up and place you back in the bed. He then tucked you gently into the sheets.

“We’re fine, man. Honestly I wouldn’t be able to resist her in your position either,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead before adding, “oh but Reo?” 

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice sounding closer to the door now so you figured Reo was making his leave.

“If you ever touch her while I’m not around again I’ll kill you.”

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[chaotic-mystery]

Mr. Peña

Pairing: Boss!Javi Peña x assistant!f reader (technically the photo is not from season 3 but I fully see season 3 Javi and his stressed ass needing an assistant.)

Summary: you stop by your boss’ house to drop off intel and he’s persistent about how you got said intel.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI, this is an 18+ blog only. Power imbalance, boss/assistant dynamic, flirty work relationship hinted at, pwmp, oral (m receiving) gagging, choking, spit, sassy Javi calling you cute but not like that, dirty talk, talk of posing as a call girl, smoking, specifically Javi smoking while you suck his dick. No use of y/n! If I missed anything let me know!

Authors note: this is my submission to @iamasaddie and her Pinterest challenge with the moodboard she made for me! I love this idea and I’d love to do one soon. Thanks @pedgito for beta reading as always, here’s a cookie 🍪 wc: 1k

“Here’s what you missed today, Mr. Pena. We’re not sure where the other friend is at right now but a couple of guys are going through phone call recordings to see if they mentioned anything.” You say as you toss down the file to the current case you’d been going over all day to help Javier with. Just starting at the Embassy as an assistant wasn’t your goal but at least it got your foot in the door, to one day be a DEA agent.

Javi was standing on the other side of the small kitchen counter with a glass of scotch in his hand, tucked against his chest. He never made it back to the office after lunch time due to checking leads but he called just a little while ago to let you know you needed to swing by and drop everything new that you and some of the other DEA agents found while he was gone. Even though you were just an assistant, he made it very clear you’re his number two while he’s not in the office and to treat you with respect.

“So who found this one? He was someone we could never get a ping for the cellphone records.” Javi holds up the photo of the scumbag drug dealer and looks at you.

“Oh, that was me, Mr. Pena. I blocked caller ID and I pretended to be a um…a call girl?” It came out as more of a question but how were you supposed to confidently tell your boss that you got a drug dealer's goon on the phone while you posted as a phone sex worker.

“A call girl? Remind me what that is.” He squints at you and takes a sip of his drink as he waits

for you to clarify.

“It’s when you pose as a uh..sex worker.” You gulp awkwardly.

Javi chuckles. “What did you say to him to make him stay on long enough to get a ping?”

“I was just telling him the stuff I think you’d normally hear if you were on the phone to a call girl. Ya know..” You look away from him and your face grows warm.

The ice in Javi’s cup clink around as he sets it down on the counter to his side.

“Like what?” He persists and you finally give in, hoping he’d drop it.

“Just about how needy I was and I was looking for some fun, stuff about how I’m sure his dick is big…how he’d make me scream until the sun came up…” The lump in your throat becomes more apparent and Javi breathlessly chuckles, hand coming to his hip while he smooths his mustache. A small part of you didn’t mind talking like this to Javi, he would tend to stare at your ass when you’d walk away from his desk, or something so small as giving your hand a squeeze if he’d have to slip past behind you.

“I knew you’d figure something out, you’re so smart. You must’ve had him going good, but where did you learn to talk like that? Never pegged you for a dirty girl like that. What else did you say to him?” Javi picks up the file one more time as he leans on the island, mindlessly flipping through sheets and sheets of intel. With the dim lighting you notice his face was a slight shade of red, probably thinking about what you just said.

“Think I could suck your cock so good your head would spin?” The confidence in your tone makes you stand a little taller as Javi’s eyes keep going over papers, a small smirk on his lips.

“What’d he say to that?”

“I don’t know, I’m asking you…sir.”

The folder lowers and Javi’s eyes meet yours, the room falling silent but your heart beating in your ears.

Javi gets close to your face and he cocks his head to the side.

“You think you could handle me? That’s cute.”

Reaching out to grab his belt buckle, you give it a tug to show him you mean what you say.

“There’s only one way to find out, Mr. Pena.” You innocently say as you lower yourself to your knees. Javi sighs deeply as he grabs his pack of cigarettes off the counter and lights one, putting it between his lips while you tug down his pants.

You waste no time getting his cock into your mouth and Javi groans loudly at the feeling of your tongue swirling over the head.

He takes a puff of his cigarette and pulls it from his mouth, looking down at you. “How long have you been wanting to suck your boss off, hm? Look at that cock in your mouth, fuuuuck.”

You don’t answer with words but you shove his cock deeper down your throat and hold it there as long as you can before you gag and release, pulling back slowly.

Javi moans as he runs his hand against your head, jaw clenching at how good it feels before he puts the cigarette back in his mouth.

You jerk him off as saliva spills down the corners of your mouth and your mascara starts to run.

“Every time you’re on the phone in your office yelling at someone I can’t help but get excited. I love when you’re aggressive, Mr. Pena. So fuckin’ sexy.” You whine and slap the tip on your tongue before taking all of him in your mouth once more. The way your dirty words flow from your mouth catches him off guard, causing him to toss his head back in pleasure. More curse words with your name wrapped in the mix come out from him in moans and you grab his hip to hold him steady as you bob your head back and forth.

Javi leaves the cigarette between his pink lips while he steps out of his skin tight jeans and ditches the half buttoned shirt. “Get up, because I’m not done with you yet.”

He spins you around and puts your arms behind you, guiding you in the direction of his bedroom.

“Walk.”

[shiftingparadise]

Hiii! I love your posts!🥰 I was wondering if I could request a phinks x reader something like them play fighting or wrestling then it leads to something else 🙂‍↔️ thx!

Thank you for your request 🤍✨ I wasn’t sure if you wanted something ✨ spicy ✨ or not, so I just kept it simple. I hope you still like it though and if you want I can write a part 2 😌

Word count: 1180

Warnings: suggestive, that’s all

“Huh?”, he smirked as he tilted his head, “You can’t be serious”. “I know I’m stronger”, you tilted your chin in the air. “Yo, little Fei. What’d you think? Tell her how she’s no match fo-“. “She’s stronger”, the dark-haired man interrupted coldly. “W-what?!”, Phinks was practically fuming. “See?”, you smuggly answered, “Everyone knows that I’m stronger”. “Really, huh?”, the blonde smirked, “Is that right?”. Your brows pulled together as your eyes studied his. “Straighten up”, Nobunaga gritted through his teeth, “Focus on the mission, will you? Boss was already dissapointed in us last time”.

Your cheeks reddened as you felt his eyes glued to your face.

“I told you I was sorry”, you stubbornly mumbled underneath your breath. “Sorry?”, Phinks chuckled, “It was your fault that girl got away. Boss will never find another ability like hers. You’re lucky we found her again“. “Shut up, Phinks! As if you never-“. Without any warning, you felt the cold metal tip of Feitan’s umbrella pressed against your back. “Shut it”, his voice threatingly quiet, “She’s coming”.

—-

“So, what were you saying?”, Phinks loosely held his beer in his hand. “What?”, you frowned. Both of you were sitting on the ground in your hotel room.

You didn’t know how you two got here. At least not exactly. You remembered going to get some drinks with Feitan, but of course that cold-hearted idiot wanted to leave after a few. Unlike the two of you. And now, it was 5 AM and you were both drunk in your hotel room, laughing over nothing.

“You said you were stronger than me, didn’t you?”, he towered over you as he balanced his beer on your head. “I am”, you looked up at him.

“Cute”, his eyes widened for a second before he quickly regained his stoic expression. “H-huh?”, you smacked against his wrist. “What?!”, he quickly straightend himself. “Did you just call me cute?”, you tried to stand up but it seemed you had a little bit too much to drink. “Pathetic”, a smirk on his face, “You really think you can beat me?”.

You frowned as he took a step closer, swooping his arm around your back to keep you from falling again.

“I know I can take you!”, you pushed him away as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “Oh yeah?”, a smirk as he straightened himself, “Proof it”. “Proof it? Right now?”, you frowned. “Right now”, he smugly crossed his arms but before he could do so you had already swooped your leg underneath him. “S-shit”, he grunted as he rubbed the back of his head.

Maybe those beers weren’t a good idea after all.

“What’s wrong? Thought you were stronger”, you smirked as you placed your feet beside his head. The blonde instantly turned his head. Did you not realize you were wearing a skirt? “D-don’t stand over me when you’re wearing that!”, a blush on his face as he grabbed your ankles, pulling you down.

This wasn’t any better. Nope. This wasn’t better at all.

His cheeks were bright red as you were now sitting on his chest, your legs spread next to his head. “I-i”, the blonde stumbled over his words as he noticed your pink slip. “P-pervert!”, your whole body tensed as you raised your leg in the air, smacking your foot against his forehead. “I’m not!”, he hastily threw you off him. “Tsk”, you pressed your eyes together as the blow was a little harder than you anticipated. “Pervert!”, you turned to the side and started to punch him against his shoulder. “Stop that!”, he grabbed both of your wrists.

He cursed himself as you started kicking him. This was no good.

“I didn’t mean to”, he grunted as he pinned your arms next to your head, his knee in between your legs.

Was it because you were drunk or… No. His eyes were beautiful, even when you were sober you thought so…

A blush? Why were you blushing like that? Why were your eyes fixed on his? “Huh? What’s wrong?”, he frowned; unable to read your unspoken words. “N-nothing!”, you hastily looked away.

Was he really this oblivious? Wasn’t it obvious what you wanted?

He suddenly became painfully aware of how fragile your wrists felt; how soft your cheeks seemed; how your chest was heaving up and down underneath him… “T-tsk”, he clenched his jaw. “G-get off me”, you barely whispered.

Phinks stayed quiet for a minute, his grip tightening slightly. He couldn’t understand what was happening. He never thought of you like this. Sure, you were beautiful but so were the other girls in the Troupe. He never wanted to…

“W-what are you-“, you tried to protest as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Shut up”, his cheeks were bright red. “Who do you think you a-“

He crashed his lips against yours. There was no point in letting you finish your sentence. He knew you. You were too stubborn to admit this was what you wanted.

“Y-you-“, your eyes widened as your body relaxed under his touch. “You wanted me to, right?”, his gaze failed to meet yours. “I guess so”, you pouted. “S-so do you-“, his cheeks redder then ever. “Yes, idiot”, you were too embarrassed to admit it in any other way.

This time around, he decided to take his time. With a gentle touch he explored your soft skin.He let his digits hover across your jawline until his thumb softly stroked across your lips.

Despite his appearance, Phinks was a soft man with a gentle heart. “Are you doing this because you’re drunk or because you want to?”, you quietely asked, forcing him out of his trance .

“Both, I guess”, his eyes were still glued to your lips, “I’d never do this if I was sober. I’m not that kind of man”. “Then what kind of man are you?”.

It was a simple question but still, he failed to answer it.

“Not the kind that would kiss his collegue”, his brows pulled together. “A collegue?”, your eyes searched for his, “We’re friends, Phinks. We’re not collegues”.

Did that mean it was okay to take things further? Would it take away all the shame and guilt in the morning?

“Even so…”, he murmured, “Friends don’t do this either”. “I-I guess not”, your heart sank to your stomach.

“What are we doing”, he clenched his jaw as he moved away from you. “L-let’s just forget about this, okay?”, you stood up. “I don’t want to”, he thought out loud as frustration got the best of him.

Everything felt wrong. Everything except you.

“Phinks-“, you gently grabbed his arm, “It’s fine-“.

Why? Why did he kiss you again?

Your hands gently cupped his cheeks as he pulled you closer. Phinks easily picked you up once he realised this wasn’t enough for him. He needed more of you.

“Y-you want this?”, you looked up at him as he gently laid you down on the bed. “I need this”, a hungry look in his eyes, “I need you”.

[stressed-and-fluff-obsessed]

Well, Charlie may want to play a game at the hazbin hotel so that everyone can get to know each other better, but she may have to persuade her father to participate in it. and alastor can help her with that.

Can you make a lee like this with lucifer and lers alastor and charlie honey (maybe a little bit of vaggie)

thank you!

No problem!

Pressuring Persuasion

Summary: Charlie set up a bonding exercise for the group and Lucifer doesn’t want to play, Charlie helps change his mind with the help of a few guests…

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Charlie wanted to do something, the group hadn’t done anything in quite a while everyone’s been busy cleaning up after the last extermination and Charlie wanted to do something to lift everyone’s spirits, but what?

Charlie and Vaggie sat in Charlie’s room, Vaggie on her phone on Charlie’s bed and Charlie was at her desk with a pencil and some paper brainstorming ideas.

“Ughhh I can’t think of anything!” Charlie exclaimed, defeated and throwing what felt like the hundredth paper ball across the room. “Well what is it that you want to do?” Vaggie asked her, looking up from her phone.

“I want to set up a game for everyone to play, we haven’t played a game in a long time!” Charlie replied, dropping her head on her desk and groaning in defeat.

“Why not have them play a game of tag? It’s good practice for extermination day because of the running and a game all in one.” Vaggie told her and Charlie shot up from her desk with an excited expression.

“Yes that’s perfect thank you Vaggie!” Charlie cried, rushing over and wrapping her girlfriend in a bone crushing hug. “Y-You’re….welcome.” Vaggie gasped and Charlie set her down with a sheepish laugh.

“Now come on let’s go down to the parlor!” Charlie told Vaggie and rushed out of the room with Vaggie behind her.

They walked down the dimly lit hallway, talking about the next Extermination Day and what they could do to prepare when they reached the foot of the stairs and looked out into the parlor.

It was only four people. Angel was sitting and flirting at the bar with Husk, Niffty was chasing bugs with her dagger and Alastor was sat on the couch with a cup of tea.

Charlie smiled and looked at Vaggie before scaling the staircase down to the parlor. “Hello my dear, wonderful weather we’re having are we not?” Alastor spoke up from his tea and nodded to where it was pouring rain outside.

“Well it’s raining so I wouldn’t really say that.” Charlie replied with a smile and pulled a megaphone out of nowhere. “Hey everyone I’m looking to play a game with you guys are you interested in participating?” Charlie spoke through the megaphone catching the parlor’s attention.

“Yeah sure I’ll play Princess what’d you have in mind?” Angel spoke first, crossing one of his sets of arms behind his head with a grin. “We’re going to be playing a game of tag!” Charlie chirped and Angel chuckled.

“Oh I am a boss at that game of course I’m playing what about you Kitty?” Angel asked, turning to the bartender. “Yeah sure I’ll play, don’t got anything else to do anyway.” Husk replied, setting down the glass he was cleaning.

“Ooohh I’ll play I’ll play!” Niffty exclaimed, scurrying up to and scaling Angel’s back to sit on his top set of shoulders. “Alright great and what about you Alastor?” Charlie asked, turning her attention towards the deer.

“Mmm why not it could be fun after all.” Alastor answered, standing up and looking around, “Although we do seem to be missing someone.” He finished, “Really who are we missing?” Charlie asked, raising a brow and looking around before realization hit her.

“Ohhhh my dad! But I don’t know where he is and this won’t call him.” Charlie sounded sad, holding up her megaphone. Alastor thought for a moment before handing her his microphone staff. “Really Alastor? You don’t let anyone touch this.” Charlie sounded awed at the opportunity.

“Yes well I suppose I can make an exception.” Alastor grinned, folding his arms behind his back. “Alright then thank you.” Charlie told him before speaking into the mic.

“Dad can you please come down to the parlor? I have something important to tell you.” Charlie spoke and it echoed through the hotel before Charlie handed the staff back to its owner with a smile.

A few moments later a red and gold portal appeared in front of them and Lucifer stepped out, brushing himself off before looking around. “Charlie! What is it you called me down here for?” Lucifer asked her, looking around and noticing that everyone was here.

“I see everyone else is here as well.” Lucifer commented and Charlie grinned, “Acute observation Dad, I called you down here because we’re going to play a game.” Charlie applauded excitedly.

“Oh? And what game is that?” Lucifer asked her, twirling his cane behind his back, “Tag! Everyone loves tag, everyone here is playing I know that, but will you?” Charlie asked her father, hope shining in her eyes but unfortunately this is one of the things he couldn’t say yes to, tag was a silly game.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline Char Char, tag is quite a silly human game that I will not be taking part in.” Lucifer stated, looking up at her with defiance

One thing he did not expect was for her to stare back with equal defiance, “Are you sure you want to do that Dad?” Charlie asked him, a grin playing on her mouth.

Curious as to what this little threat meant he grinned challengingly right back and said, “Yes I am what are you gonna do about it?” Lucifer challenged but then she did something that almost broke him.

“Alright then you asked for it.” Charlie snickered and took a deep breath before closing her eyes and putting both hands together under her chin, crouching down to eye level with her father and reopening and giving Lucifer the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster.

“Pleeeeease Dad” Charlie grinned and almost burst out laughing at his strained facial expression and noted the way his grip tightened on his cane. “Come on..Charlie you know it’s not fair to use that..” Lucifer stammered, having trouble fighting off Charlie’s charm.

“Pleeeease papa!” Charlie pleaded with him and he froze, turning around to avert his gaze from hers as he heard her start to snicker. “Okay first off that’s not fair and second sorry Char Char but my answer still stands.” Lucifer re-stated, planting his cane on the floor.

He heard Charlie sigh before going quiet and he turned his head to see her thinking and the rest of the parlor watching this hilarious scene play out but he turned quickly back around right before she looked back up so she couldn’t see his mock-careless face as he started mindlessly brushing himself off.

Very slowly Charlie crept up behind him, being careful not to startle him until she got within attack distance and quickly so he couldn’t stop her, she planted her hands at the top of his back and raked her fingernails down his back before quickly jumping out of the way as Lucifer yelped and his wings flared and fluffed up behind him.

“C-Charlie?” Lucifer began, seeing her playful expression as he was suddenly hyperaware of what she was about to do. “Are you sure you don’t want to play dad? I’m giving you one more chance.” Charlie grinned at Lucifer who had now fully turned around and was backing away from his slowly advancing daughter.

Then someone stepped up to help Charlie which really made him nervous, Vaggie. Vaggie was also a fallen angel so this wouldn’t be easy. “Yep I’m sure!” Lucifer told them and with that spun on his heel and took off down one of the corridors, using his wings to boost his speed.

Quickly Vaggie’s own wings flared out and she flapped after him with Charlie running on foot, they would catch him eventually. Lucifer ran and ran and ran until he couldn’t hear Charlie’s pounding footsteps or Vaggie’s wing beats anymore so he stopped for a moment, leaning forward with his hands on his knees catching his breath.

When he finally thought he was safe…”Rule number one Your Highness, never relax when you’re being hunted.” Vaggie’s smooth voice spoke from behind him and suddenly two strong arms wrapped around him and hoisted him into the air and carrying him down the hall.

Anyone else he would’ve killed right then and there for whoever dared to touch the King of Hell in such a way but he knew who this was and he couldn’t kill his precious daughter’s girlfriend so he just had to let himself be carried to wherever the fellow angel was taking him.

“Vahaggie dear whehere are we gohoing?” Lucifer sheepishly asked the girl who grinned down at him, “Were going back to the parlor Your Majesty, Charlie has plans for you.” Vaggie replied and that answer sent shivers down his spine, what kind of ‘plans’ was she talking about?

~*~

When they arrived at the parlor everyone was still there but they were doing their own thing now waiting for Charlie to start the game but Charlie and that stupid Bellhop were nowhere to be seen, how odd.

Vaggie carried Lucifer over to the couch and sat him down, “You might want to lay back Your Highness, Charlie and Alastor went for some errands they probably won’t be back for a bit.” Vaggie informed him and he only shrugged, seemed logical enough.

He inspected the couch for any hidden traps before laughing at himself, why would this piece of furniture be rigged? Pushing that thought away Lucifer relaxed and laid back on the cushions to wait for Charlie and Alastor.

Shortly after he’d laid down he started to feel a darker presence behind him and just as he moved to look he felt a slithery thing pull both his arms above his head and two more slithery things wrap around his torso and start prodding at his upper body pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Whahahat the hehehell?!” Lucifer swore, confused by this random attack until he opened one eye and looked at what was restraining him, a black shadowy tendril, Alastor. “Ahalahahastohohor whehehere are you I swehehehear when I cahahahatch you! Lucifer threatened but then heard a new voice.

“Oh that won’t be necessary, you didn’t seriously think I would abandon our fun little chase did you Dad?” Charlie’s voice spoke but with his eyes closed again he didn’t know where she was until he felt a weight settle on top of him.

He opened his eyes again and noticed Charlie was sitting on his thighs pinning him down with a grin. “Charlie…what are you doing..?” Lucifer asked her, nervousness quickly growing in his tone.

“You don’t wanna play my game so I’m gonna change your mind!” She answered, raising her hands and wiggling her fingers at him making him flinch back with a nervous grin. “Charlie…don’t even start.” Lucifer warned her, “Oh don’t worry I won’t be starting, she will.” Charlie grinned and pointed somewhere above her.

Before he had the chance to look he felt two hands prodding his underarms and two big fluffy things brush up against his sides, he knew immediately who this was, there was only one other fallen angel in the hotel…

“Vahahahaggie dehehehear plehehehehease!” Lucifer giggled as he was playfully attacked, “Please what Your Majesty? I’m afraid you’re going to have to elaborate.” Vaggie’s teasing voice spoke from above him making him let out a flustered whine and scrunch his shoulders up as Vaggie’s wings moved higher to brush along his jaw and ears.

“You didn’t forget about me did you Dad? I’m hurt really” Charlie’s voice suddenly broke his thoughts again as she reached her hands up and started dancing her fingers along his ribs making him snort. “Chahahaharliehehe!” Lucifer yelped as Charlie hit a particularly bad spot, “Yes Dad?” Charlie teased him but he only shook his head with another quiet snort.

“CHAHahahahaHAHARLIE WAHAhahahahaHAHAIT!!” Lucifer yelped loudly when Charlie moved down and behind her to knead at Lucifer’s thighs, “Bad spot Dad?” Charlie grinned at him and continued the playful onslaught.

“Are you gonna play or do you still want to hold out?” Charlie asked him, keeping one hand on Lucifer’s thigh and amplifying the pressure while the other came to skitter over his stomach making the King buck.

“NOHohohohoho WAHahahahaHAHAY!!” Lucifer remained defiant but that’s when Charlie got an idea that was sure to get her dad to submit. “Alright then you asked for it.” Charlie grinned evilly at him before she quietly instructed Alastor to pull one of Lucifer’s shoes off so she could get him there.

As soon as Lucifer felt one of Alastor’s tendrils fiddling with his boot he started panicking “Waitwaitwait Chahahahaharliehehe dohohohon’t we can tahahahalk about thihihis!” Lucifer tried pleading with her but the moment he saw Charlie’s tail flicking playfully behind her he knew his fate was sealed.

“One more chance Dad will you play?” Charlie asked him, by now the whole parlor was watching this go down and Vaggie had already pulled her hands and wings away to watch but something told him those would be returning very soon.

Lucifer stared up at her with defiance he didn’t even recognize in himself when he spoke the words he would soon come to regret. “Do your worst.” Lucifer challenged and her eyes grew wide before giggles started slipping out of her mouth and she started undoing his coat.

“Oh you should’ve have said that Your Majesty.” Vaggie spoke up, and Lucifer quickly understood what she meant by the mischievous glint now in Charlie’s eye as she pushed his coat out of the way and yanked his shirt up.

“Oh you really shouldn’t have said that.” Alastor spoke up, watching this whole fiasco with his still ever present grin. Charlie looked up at Lucifer as a silent question of “Ready?” When he nodded her tail reached back to rake over the sole of his foot and she ducked her head and blew a large raspberry on his stomach right above his naval.

Lucifer immediately jerked and bucked, loud laughter quickly flowing out of him with no hope of stopping unless she did “C-CHAHAHAHAHAHARLIEHEHEHE!!” Lucifer screeched, “Wohow I didn’t expect that!” Vaggie exclaimed, still prodding at Lucifer’s underarms.

“He can be very stubborn, you change your mind Dad?” Charlie asked him, momentarily pausing the tickling so he could answer her. He lay there a moment, catching his breath then he looked up at Charlie and challenged her again, “No. Way.” Lucifer grinned because to be honest he was having fun but he couldn’t let the others know that, he was the King of Hell for heavens sake!

Charlie only shrugged and instructed Vaggie to step back so she did, pulling her hands away and going to stand by Angel before Charlie shifted her attention back to Lucifer who stared back up at her.

“Alright then, this should do it!” Charlie exclaimed before continuing with her earlier process but this time adding her hands to the mix to drill into his hips. Lucifer arched off the couch with a giggly scream before falling back down and laughing hysterically.

“CHAHAHAHAHARLIEHEHE WAHAHAHAHAIT PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Lucifer pleaded with her but she only grinned and continued, he knew she wouldn’t stop unless he submitted, gosh his daughter always knew how to get things out of him.

“OKAHAHAHAY CHAHAHAHARLIE YOU WIHIHIN YOU WIHIHIN I’LL PLAHAHAHAY!” Lucifer cackled and finally it stopped as quickly as it started, and Charlie sat up with a triumphant grin and started laughing at Lucifer’s face.

Lucifer stared up at her completely bewildered and slightly proud by this ruthlessness coming from Charlie. “Since when did you get so ruthless little apple?” Lucifer sat up with a grin, poking Charlie in the face.

“I’m not sure to be honest but I’m glad I did~” Charlie still teased him, wiggling her fingers at him and laughing again when he scrambled away from her and pointed an accusatory finger at her.

“Don’t start again.” Lucifer grinned, “Alright we got him to play can we start now?” Angel piped up and Charlie clapped excitedly, “Yes we can!” Charlie exclaimed and quickly bolted up to Angel and tapped him on the shoulder, “You’re it!” Charlie exclaimed before laughing as Husk yowled and took off as Angel set his sights on the cat demon.

Maybe agreeing to play wasn’t too bad after all.

(Sorry this one took a while but it was fun thank you! ^^)

[boydykemagicalgirl]

Smoking on my Ex Pack

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Was listening to SZA and smoking and got an idea. No warnings rly… umm some suggestive content, mostly just fluff, reader gets called a hoe by a shitty ex bf, best friend!mike, friends to lovers, pining, it’s cute and I’m proud of it

“Whatever, you’re a hoe anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, you fuckin bum,” you rolled your eyes as you finished packing another bowl, “delete my number.” You sighed as you hung up, unable to believe that you had wasted nearly an entire year on such a loser.

Your best friend, Mike, sat across from you in your living room, falling backwards with laughter. “I tried to tell you about him, bro.”

“Shut up, dork. I don’t wanna fuckin hear it.”

He over-dramatically wiped his eyes, sitting back up. “I really am sorry though. Breakups are rough.”

You put the bowl to your lips, taking a hit and exhaling before responding, “is it, like, fucked up that I’m not really that sad about it? It’s like, almost a full eleven months with this guy and I don’t even feel like crying. If anything I’m relieved.”

Taking the bowl from you, he nodded, “yeah?”

“Yeah, dude,” you run your hands down your face, “being with him was like being somebody’s fucking mom. Like, we’re fully in our twenties and I have to remind you to wash your fucking ass? Grow up.”

This set Mike laughing hysterically again, “no way he didn’t wash his ass. How come you never shared this with me before?”

“Because I thought that I loved him, and I knew what you’d say.”

“What? That I was right and you should’ve dumped him a long time ago?” He had a smug look on his face as you reached over to snatch the bowl back from him.

“Yeah, exactly, you fuckin dick.” You laughed, too, your shoulders gently shaking as you lifted the bowl to your lips.

“Well, since your relieved, let’s celebrate.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, curious, “what’d you have in mind?”

“I can see if Vanessa can keep Abby for the night, we can get high as shit and watch all of your favorite movies?” He posed it as a question, raising an eyebrow back at you.

You broke into a grin, “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

He smiled back at you before getting his phone out and calling Vanessa as you moved to your dvd shelf to pick out what your first watch of the night would be.

~~~~

Nearly five hours had passed, it was now 10:00 pm, and you and Mike hadn’t moved in at least an hour. The two of you were sunken comfortably into the couch, passing a joint he’d rolled between the two of you. The Craft was playing and you were reciting it word for word. Your eyes were glued to the screen as you exhaled smoke and then picked up on the next line, “you know in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven… they would kill her.”

Unbeknownst to you, Mike’s eyes were glued to your side profile. He was mesmerized with the way the tv light highlighted your silhouette in the darkness. He kept telling himself that it was just because he was high that he was so captivated with you, but he knew that it was more than that; he always felt this way around you. It was like his insides were all soft moldable goop and you could twist them into whatever shape your little heart desired, and you didn’t even know that you were doing it.

Without removing your eyes from the screen, you asked, “wanna order a pizza or something?”

Mike hummed in response and you rolled your eyes, assuming that he was simply ignoring you. You turned your head to face him and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw his eyes trained on you.

“Mike?” You reached out, snapping in front of his face.

This seemingly broke him out of whatever weed-induced trance that he was in, as he blinked, suddenly sitting up straighter. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“You good, bro? You were completely spaced out. How long were you like that?”

He took the joint from you, his cheeks turning red as he dodged your eyes, “uh, I don’t know.” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?” You scooted closer to him, resting your hand on his arm. You grew more concerned when he seemed to stop breathing at your touch. “Mike? You good?”

He let out a breath, nodding as he tried to appear more relaxed than he felt. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught staring at you. “I’m good, just zoned out I guess.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, getting comfortable in your new spot beside him on the already small couch. “Okay, just don’t freak me out like that again. You looked possessed.”

He felt possessed, but he didn’t say that out loud, instead trying to get comfortable again. As he tried to get comfortable again, he couldn’t help but notice how close you were to him. Since when did you being so close make his heart beat like this? He was worried that if you got any closer, you’d hear it. Of course you just had to lean in closer and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Stop hogging the jay, dickhead.” You were whispering now, though you didn’t really know why.

He whispered back, “sorry,” passing it to you. Your fingers brushed and for a second neither of you moved.

After a moment, you took it from him finally, inhaling deeply. As you exhaled you began to cough, laughing through it as Mike rubbed your back, asking if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got weak ass lungs I guess.”

He let out a small laugh at that, taking the joint from you and taking a hit.

You leaned back into him, smiling up at him as you rested your head against his shoulder, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here for me, no matter what. I love you,” you said, grabbing the joint back from him, killing it.

There you fucking go again, he couldn’t help but think, twisting around all of his most vital organs, molding them into whatever you felt, and you didn’t even realize that he was putty in your hands. “I love you, too.” You had no idea how much he meant that.

“Awe man,” you muttered under your breath as you looked back at the screen, noticing that the movie was almost over. You’d been so caught up in Mike’s little moment that you’d missed so much of what was arguably one of your top five favorite movies.

“What’s up?” Mike asked, his eyes focused back on you, laced with confusion.

“Movie’s almost over, missed like, some of my favorite parts just now,” you grumbled, upset.

“Oh, sorry,” Mike responded, sounding like he was about to zone out again.

He felt lightheaded, and he was trying to convince himself that it was the weed and not the feeling of you leaned against him, curled up and wrapping both of your arms around one of his. He could smell your shampoo and coffee and weed and everything that made up you and he felt intoxicated by the scent. His head was swimming with thoughts of you. You laughing and smiling, the way your lips wrapped around a blunt, what you’d look like wrapping your lips around him.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face, letting out a laugh that made him smile, still a little daze, “what?”

“You’re staring again,” you giggled, resting your hand on his cheek, more laughter slipping out as you feel it get warm under your palm.

“Am I?” He asked, not taking his eyes off you.

“Yes, doofus,” you said.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first but suddenly you were pressed against him, hands tangling in his curly hair as you pulled on his bottom lip with your teeth, the credits starting in the background.

He pulled away first. “Shit, sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, reaching out for him.

“For kissing you,” he rushed out, “you just broke up with your boyfriend and I’m your best friend and I should be comforting you not taking advantage of you being vulnerable-“

“Mike,” you tried to interject.

“I’ll leave if you want, god I’m such a dumbass-“

“Mike!” You clapped your hand over his mouth. “Shut up for once in your life. Please?” You groaned in disgust as he licked your palm, moving it from his mouth before continuing. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Unless your apologizing for stopping.”

“Oh?”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah, dipshit. I’ve only been waiting for you to do that for about five years now. And you’re not ‘taking advantage of me.’ I’m not ‘vulnerable.’ Right now I’m mostly just high and horny and a little annoyed at you for being such an idiot, and-“

You were cut off by Mike’s lips crashing into yours, the two of you falling back into the couch as you let out a small squeal. Then you felt it, Mike’s fingers tickling at your hips. “Mike!”

He pulled back, grinning at you like a chesire cat, “I’m an idiot?”

His fingers didn’t let up as you began to let out shriek-like giggles. “Yes, you are,” you forced out between laughs, “now unhand me!”

“Unhand you?” He laughed, his hands resting on your hips, “what are you, a fuckin medieval knight?”

You laughed, too, slowly catching your breath, “don’t make me knee you in the balls.”

He looked down at you, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t test me, you’re in the perfect spot for me to knee you in the balls right now.” You smirked up at him.

He smiled, moving one hand to rest beside your head as he leaned down. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, “please don’t knee me in the balls.”

You found yourself whispering again, “what’s in it for me if I don’t?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again.

[imagineanime2022]

League Of Villain With A Popstar S/O

Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Mr. Compress X Reader, Spinner X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you could write a fic with Dabi, Shigaraki, Mr Compress and Spinner (seperate) where their s/o is a pop star and she keeps their relationship a secret but writes a song dedicated to them which is please, please, please by Sabrina Carpenter (Which just came out and I totally got the idea from the song) and their reaction to the song. Also how their dynamic would be!! Tyy

Dabi

🔥 He met you before you became famous but you never told anyone about him and that never changed after you became famous. 🔥 Dabi did hate the way that some of your male fans spoke about you and there were sometimes that you found those people disappear off your feed. 🔥 He didn’t often attend your live performances but he definitely watched the ones that were recorded but don’t you worry he knows when every show is and always calls to wish you luck. 🔥 This time you told him that you wrote a song for him and begged him to listen to it when you performed, which he promised to do.

You had just gotten back to your dressing room after the performance on the talk show that you were on when your phone rang, you smiled at the little fire emoji that you had programmed as Dabi’s contact name “You wrote that song for me?” He asked, you could hear the smirk on his face. “What’d you think?” You asked. “I think that you should hurry home.” He answered. “Why is that?” You asked. “I wanna tell you what I thought in person.” Dabi answered, you knew what that meant, Dabi had never been good at expressing his feelings through words and he was slightly better with actions at least with you, you didn’t expect to get much out of him over the phone but it was nice that he called. “Are you home?” You asked. “Nah at the bar with the others, Toga loves you she had the talk show on.” He answered. “Maybe I should come meet her.” You suggested. “Absolutely not.” He answered. “Thought you’d say that, I should be home within a couple of hours so do what you need to and meet me there.” You ordered. “Yes ma’am.” You could hear that he was distracted by something so you decided to end the conversation and get yourself ready to leave. “I’ll see you later.” You said. “Yeah see you.” He said after a second before you ended the call, you couldn’t wait to see him when you get home, where you could finally see his face.

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 Tomura is a hermit, he had never been to one of your live shows, in fact the league were confused as to how you even met him in the first place. 🤚 He’ll never tell you but he does know when all of your new music is going to drop and often listens to it, even if it isn’t always his type of music, he has watched all of your live and recorded interviews and performances. 🤚 His room is always open for you to hide in if you need it and actually has quite fond memories of you appearing in his bedroom to spend the night away from the chaos of fame. 🤚 Never would have dreamed for a second that you would write a song about him yet here he was listening to the new release that you had told him was for him.

“You wrote that for me?” He asked, scratching at his neck as the song ended. “Who else would I write it for?” You asked. “Not me.” He answered, picking up his switch, a way to redirect nervous energy. “Any song that seems like it’s about someone I love is probably about you.” You informed him as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Why?” He asked. “Why?” You repeated the question taking the switch from his hand and straddling his lap to make him look at you. “What is that supposed to mean?” You leaned forward when he didn’t answer, pressing your face into the side of his neck, careful of his hands as wrapped one arm around his torso and the other moved up to rest your hand on the back of his head. “You're spending too much time reading social media comments aren’t you?” “I don’t care what those losers say.” He mumbled. “No of course you don’t but if you by chance saw something you should know that I don’t want anyone other than you, my quiet place, my person who protects me from everything.” You explained. “You really think all that about me?” He asked. “Of course.” You answered. “Even all the things you said in the song?” He asked. “Especially the things that I said in the song.” You affirmed pressing another kiss to his cheek before moving around until you were leaning against his chest handing back the switch where you both sat, he played and you watched happy with the relationship that you had.

Mr Compress

🎩 Given the fact that he always wears a mask he will often come to your live performances and support you because no one knows who he is, he’ll even sneak into your dressing room. 🎩 Loves your music and supports anything that you want to do, trust you no matter what and sometimes protects you from people that are a little too obsessed. 🎩 Always encourages you and tells you that you look beautiful and he is your No.1 secret fan. 🎩 Complements you even when he is off doing villain work, you were trending on all social media when that happened for the first time.

You sighed as you closed the door to your dressing room and walked over to your chair and sat down, closing your eyes to take a moment. “You seem tired.” You smiled at the sound of his voice and before long you felt him press a kiss to the side of your head. “Amazing show as always my love.” “Thank you.” You said softly “Did you like the new song?” ��I did, it seemed very personal.” He mumbled as he started to massage your shoulders and neck. “It was very personal, there’s this one person that I really love, that I wrote that song about.” You explained leaning your head back against his chest as you looked up at him. “Really who’s this person?” He asked. “This guy's name is Atsuhiro Sako.” You shrugged. “Me him and he really left an impression on me.” “He sounds cool.” Compress smiled down at you. “I love when you don’t have your mask on.” You informed him, lifting your hand to cradle his cheek. “Do you now?” He asked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I still don’t know how you get in here all the time.” You mumbled and he hummed. “Your security isn’t as skilled as I would like them to be.” He answered as he glanced at the door. “I’m not worried you’ll always be here.” You said lazily. “That I will promise.” He assured you “now get changed to that we can get out of here, you need your rest.”

Spinner

🦎 Spinner would come to a few of your performances personally other times he would watch them through recordings and fan posts. 🦎 Spinner liked the time that he could spend with you after the performances, when you got back home, no matter how late at night. 🦎 He would always be there waiting for you to come home. Never care much for what your fans said about you and they didn’t know about him so there was nothing to be seen there. 🦎 He doesn’t know how you ever saw him in the crowd and decided that he was the one that you wanted but he kept trying to prove that he was worth it everyday.

You sighed as you closed the door, pressing your back to it as you kicked off your shoes and took off your coat. “Long day?” Spinner asked as he walked out of the living room. “Very long day.” You answered. “The new album comes out soon so there’s so much promotion to be done, nothing tomorrow though.” “Come on, let's get you washed up and relaxing and them we can talk some more.” He promised as he guided you to the bathroom where there was already a bath run for you, you remembered texting him but you honestly don’t know how he managed to get everything done to coneside with when you walked through the door. “Did you see the show today?” You asked as he washed your hair for you. “I saw it, I liked the song that you performed today.” He softly runs his fingers through your hair massaging your scalp before rinsing your hair. “I’m glad that you liked it, I wrote it for you.” You admitted. “For me?” He asked. “Yeah, I can’t always show you how much I love you in public so now every time you hear that song or see me perform it I know that I’m thinking of you the whole time.” You explained. “And I’ll be saying I love you right back.” Spinner reciprocated. “I love Shu.” You said softly. “I love you too.” He pressed a kiss to your head before helping you get ready for bed where you both stayed for the rest of the evening.

Request Here!!

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

pictures

jj and john b find the pictures you sent to your boyfriend, but sarah figures it out.

pairings

jj maybank and daughter

pogues and niece

warnings

mentions of nudes, cringy texts, cursing, (lmk if i missed anything.

“dad, i’m getting in the shower!” you called out to him as you walked into the only bathroom of the château, other than the one in your uncle john b’s room. 

“k!” he shouted back.

john b and jj saw your phone on the counter, looking at each other, than back at the phone. “should we…?” john b asked

“well…” jj looked at the phone really wanting to, but he didn’t want you to be mad at him. “fuck it let’s do it.”

john b snatched the phone “what’s her password? if she’s anything like you it’ll be 12345” 

“ummm…” jj answered looking guilty

john b typed in the obvious password. “umm.. actually let’s not.” he said, placing the phone down, screen first. he saw the pictures you sent to your boyfriend, tristen.

“woah man what’d you see?” jj asked grabbing the phone.

“you know man, it is hers…” john b said, acting innocent of what he just saw. he tried to keep jj from seeing it, because he didn’t want to deal with the wrath of you too fighting for the next week.

jj looked at him with a raised eyebrow and began typing in the password 

“no man don’t!” john b said trying to stop him. not only because of the fighting but to keep you from knowing that your own dad saw your nudes. 

“AH GOD WHAT THE F-“ john b slapped his hands over his mouth, careful so y/n wouldn’t hear. not that you would anyway, you always sing in the shower. 

jj looked at his friend “what the fuck do we do about this?”

“wait did he ask for it? john b asked

“oh shit” jj said. “ew this is fucking gross” he added. 

tristen 

it’s my birthday, babe. gimme some cake

y/n 

i don’t have the ingredients 😔

tristen 

not that kind of cake, sweetie 

y/n

ik 😝

attached image 

john b acted like he was barfing, and jj was holding it down 

“do we say something?” john b asked. 

“idk we should ask sarah and kie.” 

“good idea.” 

the girls came inside and sat down. the boys explained to them what happened. 

“this is what your gonna do,” sarah started. “ask her for it and say i’m going through it, as soon as she gets out of the shower, so she can’t delete it. then, when i find them, i will have to be the one to talk to her and will have to tell you. she would be mortified if she knew her dad saw her nudes.”

“kiara added. “she wouldn’t trust you with anything ever again.”

jj just sighed. “when did our little girl grow up. i miss when the only thing we had to worry about with her was where her stuffie was.” jj said looking down at the ground, half joking, half serious. 

y/n finally got out of the shower. 

“hey kid, sarah’s gonna go through your phone while you get dressed.” jj shouted through the hallway. 

“no,no,no, wait!” the pogues gave eachother a look. 

“it’s fine y/n/n, im just going to turn off this thing in your settings, go get dressed.” sarah said grabbing the phone off the counter. 

y/n hoped that she closed out of the tab, where she knew what she did. her heart was pounding. 

after around 5 minutes, sarah knocked on her door. “can i come in?” 

y/n opened the door to let sarah in, but shut it after her. 

“i’m not mad, can you just explain this for me?” sarah said sincerely, showing her the screen. 

“i-i i just wanted to make him happy” she admitted, hanging her head in her hands. 

“i know y/n/n, but do you know the dangers of this? it could end up with his friends, your friends, everyone, and even though you trust him, i know that because i know your smart enough not to send these to people you don’t trust, his friends could have his phone and send it to themselves and all this stuff that you didn’t think about happening.” 

“i understand,” y/n said looking up at sarah. “i just…i just thought like…well i don’t know .” you sighed putting your head back where it was. 

“this is what your going to do. ask him to delete the picture and the texts, you don’t want them getting out and you should’ve thought about it before.” 

“ok” you said grabbing the phone from sarah. as you typed, you looked at her. “does my dad and them know?” 

“no, but i feel like i need to tell them.” 

y/n nodded her head but was still upset. she knew sarah was just trying to do the right thing.

“did he answer?”

“yea, he said he did it and he respected my decision” she showed sarah the phone. 

“you got yourself a keeper y/n/n” she said grinning. “now go to your camera roll and delete it.” 

“done.” 

“i’m proud of you, y/n/n”

“why i sent nudes?” you said looking painfully at the ground. 

“it’s not easy asking for him to delete them, i’m proud of you.” 

sarah leaned in for a hug and y/n accepted it. 

“now im going to go tell your dad, but ill keep in the details about what you asked him, ok?” you nodded your head, embarrassed.

sarah walked out, smiling, the pogues knew it was a success. sarah didn’t lie about telling your dad what you said. 

“phew, nice save, sarah.” john b said. 

“can i get an amen to that!” jj added, cracking open a beer.