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not on anon because i am a brave little boy . but i really love your adventure forward point designs, they might be my favorite depictions of them ! are you fine with me asking what inspired them? theyre very inspiring to me personally and i'd like to know your thought process on them %]

yes. of course. i love having autism. i’ll organize it in a little list because otherwise it would be 26 pages of me talking about nothing

General point things:

- all (non-pure) points have a mask with their point on them. they’re like fused to their face or whatever. i wanted it to reinforce the theme of identity, and the points having used to be people before this.

- the pure points are all based on an object. passless is a roll of film, morward is a crystal ball, yawgate is a star gate, and voixer is a crack. it was originally unintentional, but after designing morward and yawgate i realized it would be awesome.

- points and how human they look generally connect to how closely they feel human. in my mind the points shapeshift based on their state of mind. it’s slow. you can see it best with ulipse and ixol i think, since those are the two who i feel are the most other-ed by the other points (mainly cyalm) for the majority of the game. i think the only one who doesn’t really follow this rule is arrolin, but yknow what arrolin can be a dragon bc they are awesome.

- color pallets were mostly limited to a point’s gradient and symbol color. There was def some shifting for the more neon points (why does arrolin have to have such a bright red and green bro) and accent colors were added for others (ulipse is all purple/blue basically. i’m not cursing them like that)

- a lot of aspects are inspired by other designs. the pure points esp were directly inspired by gaycyalm’s pure point designs. because they are AWESOME !!! i don’t remember who inspired what for most other points so uhm woops

going in order now

shallare:

- unfortunately not a lot to say. they’re a very basic design. prolly my most basic.

- they’re just a mechanic i dunno what to tell you.

- though, the one detail i like is their background on their apron.

- i was going to redesign them at some point, i had a few sketches. the main difference was that they had a prosthetic arm that was like cobbled together and powered by a big ass battery on their back. it’s awesome. maybe i’ll draw it again idk

signol:

- unfortunately also one of my more basic designs. neither of these two have much to work with personality wise. which sucks. i love shallare.

- they have an outfit associated with jazz. the buttons on their outfit are their symbol. not much else to point out sorry 💔

compale:

- ok this one is actually fun

- compale a outfit is inspired by inuit clothing. everything about is almost taken from it directly, in fact.

- the thing that hangs from compales waist that i can’t remember the name of has part of a compass, and is supposed to represent the north star.

- i will be so honest i didn’t realize anything about compale’s symbol changed in their true form. i thought their gradient just swapped. and that’s why i didn’t design a true form for them. wooos

ploque:

- besides the obvious woodworker things, i think the only thing i can point out is that they have a saw shaped hair tie and that’s awesome. sorry ploque fans

anshine:

- obvious angel motif, shares a similar halo with the angels themselves

- anshine is FAT and a TRANS WOMAN!!!!!! because i LOVE THEM!!!

- like genuinely anshine and maynot are number 1 trnasgenders. i really wish that in the game about identity that we got at least one person who was trans. because why wouldn’t we.

- i wanted purposefully to stay away from the mayor outfits other people had on their anshine designs at least partially for this reason. and also because i feel like it’s a bit silly ascending your city into Actual Heaven and then Not getting a sick outfit change.

- anshine is the only other character i’d say breaks the ‘relation to humanity = how human you look’ rule, because i didn’t have it in mind yet, but i think the idea of humanity itself changed over time for them thanks to seeing humanity literally evolve in front of their eyes

ulipse:

- ok. this is a big one.

- ulipse has a lot of goat theming (boots and horns being the main part). this is mainly due to how i bee ulipse as having a low self esteem and in a way demonizing themselves to the point where they literally show ‘demonic’ features

- ulipse outfit is representative of how close off they are, you can’t see much of their body and they wear clothes that are loose fitting so things like their arms are hard to make out, They’re hard to make out

- i didn’t have reference of how the pre-points looked as i was designing the points and i thought umbra had a pony tail, which inspired the smoke thing on ulipse’s head

- ulipse’s true form almost literally has them breaking out of their shell. they show a lot more skin, their hair is taken down, truely another Transgender™️ moment

(fun fact: apparently me and voixyy (i think that’s how you spell their name) had the same idea when it comes to ulipse’s horns. i don’t think we were inspired by the other but it was really funny looking at the wishing stars au blog and seeing just Mh Fucking Guy)

mino:

- i don’t like my mino design that much. i will be truthful. i like mino a lot but they’re prolly the most boring design of mine.

- main inspirations were lego and r15 roblox characters

- mino is teeny because it would make it easier to reach into the small spaces in their machinery. and because it was funny.

- i don’t draw it often but mino has a whole gaggle of gadgets they use to make communication easier. mostly screens that project them that move around near eye level and drone like things (similar to dr.egg man ig) that carry them

arrolin:

- obviously took a lot of inspiration from a specific chinese outfit which i cannot remember the name of at this moment

- i deliberately avoided giving arrolin wings because the chinese dragons i had seen never had them and i wanted to remain accurate to that. they can still fly tho. because they deserve it.

ixol:

- so let’s start off with the fact ixol’s a freak

- they are the person who is most disliked in the emporium by a long shot, for mostly sound reasons.

- over time being isolated from like. living people and abstract beings being your main company. i think you’d get fucked up too

- i think ixol is really the only point that can shapeshift when they want. i think it’s a good way to represent how ixol’s mind is ‘broken’ or whatever.

- they do use it just to fuck with people. btw.

- they don’t use the normal form i had drawn them with in the original reference like. ever. it was mostly just to fuck with the 2ss.

- i wanted at one point to redesign ixol. or like reimagine what parts of them look like because god. they are a little boring. but i for the life of me could not figure out what to change. this id just the perfect ixol in my mind i guess

naen and solgon

/ they get to share this because they’re boring and i don’t like them

- i know someone pointed it out when i first showed off their designs. but on they’re little belt chain things solgon has little power up charms and naen had 8 red coins and a star. because i thought it was funny

- these two took the most inspiration from other designs. because i don’t like them and i had no clue what to give them.

- i very intentionally avoided any kinda ‘money hungry ceo’ or ‘super fancy rich guy’ aesthics that i saw other people have. because naen. doesn’t do that???? like they’re just a cashier idk where people get the idea they have the money to afford fancy clothes. bro is paid minimum wage

- both of them do try to look fancier then they actually are tho. mainly in their matching top hat headbands.

- solgon has a bunch of punctuation littered across their design. idk why solgon has punctuation in their background but it gave me Something to work with so i’ll take it.

yawgate:

- as i mentioned before they were inspired by gay cyalm’s design (and are the pure point most heavily inspired)

- was an object before being an object was cool

- fingers are very much inspired by peridot of steven universe fame. cause why not

- i really like my yawgate but i don’t have much to say about them,.. i sorry 💔

morward and passless:

- they get to share this one not because i don’t like them but because they have a grand total of 10 text boxes between them

- these ones took me so long to get right bro. it was so bad.

- passless’ body was based off those old baby dolls, the ones with the plush body and like porcelain limbs and morward’s is a lava lamp

- they are very much supposed to contrast each other as much as possible due to the past/future theming. passless is round and morward is sharp. morward is a skinny fuck while morward is a fat fuck. you get it. they are like mario and luigi only cooler

voixer:

- man i mean they of the hour

- i went through a lot of iterations when making voixer. originally they were going to be based on an ink bottle instead of a crack but i couldn’t figure out how to do it in a way i thought fit them well.

- i’m still not entirely sure about the crack idea either. but i really cannot think of anything better of them.

- i wanted to make sure their true form literally showed the piece of cyalm they were forced to have in them.

- it’s like a self made mockery

cyalm/celesteal:

- this bitch

- so the main point of cyalm’s normal form is to lure the 2ss into a sense of safety. like cyalm is someone who can be trusted without a doubt

- the bath robe is supposed to be kinda hiding their actual clothing, though you can still see it despite how (poorly) cyalm tries to hide it.

- unlike the other points also, you can see the strap holing cyalm’s mask on.

- cyalm’s second form is mainly just a transition between forms. not much to say unfortunately.

- celesteal.

- based mostly on fencing outfits, meant to look as different from cyalm as possible. any stars that were on cyalm’s outfit are replaced with their symbol. bc really it was all about them from the start.

- in my mind celesteal’s mask is shattered after the first phase. hence, showing off what they really look like

stratosfear:

- i leaned very heavily into the scorpion theme because god they really only used it for the tail. their outfit is directly based off scorpion anatomy

- they have a bunch of scars across the entirety of their body meant to represent the weird slash things on their af1 design

- i totally didn’t realize strat was Blue when designing them. i thought they were like fully grey. but i like my design too much to change it.

bonus things (guys that aren’t points or aren’t in af2 but i wanna talk about anyways)

red x:

- as you might have noticed cyalm doesn’t follow the pure-point rule of being based on an object. dont worry! church+stained glass window be upon ye!

- i planned at some point to mess w/ celesteal’s design to be more in line with red x, but i never finished it. it’s sick tho trust

verfextion:

- i don’t like how verfection was planned to be in vain revival. i think having a second stratosfear would’ve been boring and it would’ve contradicted the fact cyalm was the only person who could turn people into points

- my version of verfection is a 2ss who feels like they have failed, running away from the points and hiding their identity so they don’t have to face their mistakes head on. when the possibility of cyalm returning comes they are quick to make sure that they don’t fail again.

- their outfit stay mostly the same. but unlike the other points they don’t have an unatural skin tone and their mask has a strap. because they aren’t a point.

blueband:

- what if we took maynot and made her evil. wouldn’t that be fucked up or what.

- i have always had the opinion that blueband is a creation of cyalm’s. i don’t care what the wiki says they don’t cite their SOURCES!!!

- as such i made him look like maynot. because i think it would be a very celesteal thing to make someone who looks like ur dead gf give you the task that dooms you

pre-point things:

- despair, cynocurna and umbra are gods. of destruction, winter, and the moon specifically. because i thought it was like the easiest explanation as to why they’re stronger than the other points.

- umbra looks normal because they ran away from their duties sorryyyy

- they also all have a bird theming in their true forms. despair being the most apparent since they are literally a harpy

- all the other pre-points are as normal as normal can be. like actually half of them are just like cashiers.

- also half of them are transgender

#heart beats!#asks!#forgive me for any stupid wording i started writing this at like 6am and it is now 8 #also sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for like a week i haven’t been checking tumblr at all LMAOO #anyways i’m sure i’ll have more things to say later. or whatever. i would like to redo some of the designs i mentioned not liking.#but i think rn they are fine enough #i think genuinely designing all the points helped a lot with my character design skills #do you know how hard it is to create like 20 designs for characters who all share literally the exact same look #it was rough #but fun #5/10 maybe do it again

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hobeemin · 1 year ago

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the visit

🦇 genre: angst, smut, supernatural, vampire au

🦇 pairing(s): vampire!kim hongjoong x (f)poc!reader x vampire!park seonghwa

🦇 rating: 18+

🦇 warning(s): biting, blood, restraints, blindfolds, dirty talk, kissing, lots of sensory deprivation

🦇 word count: 1k

🦇 credits: forgive me for any mistakes, this is getting posted unedited... i know i know, i never do that, but i wanted to write something for Halloween...but life lol

thank you to @beomcoups for looking this over 💜💜 thank you so much!

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

🦇 a/n:

for @kpopsblackcreatorsociety Halloween Event "Blood and Bane"

⤞ Category: vampires

⤞ Prompt(s): sensory play | blindfold

Lips traveled down her frame as goosebumps trailed behind. She let out a hiss as pointed teeth dragged across her bare chest. Squirming under the restraints wouldn’t stop them from their work; instead, it made them want to do more, push her to the edge.

If anyone had told her she’d be seduced by not one but two vampires on that night, she would have laughed in their faces. Because c’mon…vampires weren’t real.

Oh, they indeed were. Meeting Hongjoong and Seonghwa was purely by chance. Y/N took a chance going to a BDSM event for the spooky season. It was simple: she signed up in interest and got an invitation immediately. As it was Halloween-themed, she needed a costume ASAP. It was a tie was between Selene from Underworld or Michelle Pfeiffer’s Catwoman.

Catwoman won.

Walking into the party, she didn’t expect to join in on the first night. For her, it was an observation. Curiosity brought her there, but what she didn’t realize was that she grabbed the attention of the two men instantly.

They could smell the purity on her. It was like a veil that embraced her. How fun would it be to dye it red?

Seonghwa appeared before her first. The usual antics, small talk, and whatnot. She was enamored, to say the least. Even under the dimmed lighting, she could tell he was breathtaking, even if he was covered head to toe in black. All she could see was his eyes, but that alone drew her in.

“Love your costume,” he purred.

“T-Thank you,” she stammered out.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these. You new?”

“Y-Yes. My first time.”

Seonghwa chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Welcome. I’m Seonghwa.”

“My name is Y/N.”

“Lovely name.”

“Seonghwa hogs the pretty ones,” a voice cooed behind her.

Y/N turned to see another man dressed identically to Seonghwa. He wasn’t as tall as him, but the power that radiated from him made her knees buckle. He returned her stare with equal amusement.

“I’m Hongjoong.”

“P-Pleased to meet you, Hongjoong.”

“Happy to have you as our guest tonight.”

Her eyes widened. “This is your party?!”

“Yes, it is. How do you like it so far?”

“I like it a lot,” she gushed out, “I mean, it’s something different I’ve never done.”

“Were you hoping to find something here, Y/N?” Hongjoong inquired.

She gulped once, then twice. They were so close. Why, under the lights and heat of the club, did she feel a chill go through her body?

Seonghwa lifted her gloved hand into his, removing the mask over his mouth. His lips pressed onto her knuckles, making her knees buckle.

“Well, little Kitty, are you ready to go down the rabbit hole?”

And so here she was after giving her consent. Body bare on display for only their eyes. Wrists restrained above her head with a silk tie wrapped around her eyes. Her other senses heightened as they worked their magic on her. She was like putty in their hands.

Seonghwa admired their handy work as he nodded at Hongjoong.

“You’re a piece of art, Y/N,” Hongjoong whispered. “Don’t know how lucky you are to catch the attention of both of us.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement. “This never happens, Kitten. We just want a little taste.”

Y/N rubbed her thighs together. Something about their words only caused her lust to grow. “Yes, please do,” she begged. “Use me how you want.”

A smile formed on Hongjoong’s face as two sharp fangs appeared. “With pleasure.”

He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs wide for him to see. His breath played on her skin as his lips and tongue traveled up to her inner thigh.

“So soft,” he murmured, “So sweet. And all ours.”

Y/N felt a prick as she winced, but soon the euphoria washed over her. A strangled moan spilled from her lips as Hongjoong lapped at the blood trickling down her legs, reveling in the taste. He made sure not to drain her. She was too good to get rid of so quickly. He bit down on his bottom lip, letting a few drops fall on the marks. They healed closed as he left a kiss on the place.

Seonghwa tapped his shoulder with a grin.

“My turn.”

He closed, dragging his thumb across her lips. Y/N keened into the touch. “You’re so turned on, you don’t know what to do, hmm.”

“S-Seonghwa?”

“Hmm, needy for me, too. Oh look, Hongjoong, our little Kitten is addicted already.”

“Want me to kiss you love? Take your breath away?”

Her head bobbed as his lips grazed against her. His hands wrapped around her neck, pulling her close and deepening the kiss. If she weren’t being tied up, she would have dropped to the floor. He pulled away as she let out a whimper, moving to her neck to nip the skin gently.

“Hongjoong says you’re delicious Kitten. May I have a taste as well?”

“P-Please.”

It happened so fast. His fangs pierced her shoulder, drawing out more nectar for him to feast on. Meanwhile, Hongjoong caressed her skin, whispering sweet promises in her ear.

Her body felt so alive. It was nothing like she ever felt before. She reacted so strongly to the men she came on just those actions alone, her hips bucking at nothing. Seonghwa licked the remnants, closing the wound. He nuzzled against her, kissing her earlobe.

“You are a treat, little Kitten.”

Hoongjoong hummed in agreement. “Don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

Seonghwa removed her restraints and blindfold, letting her rest on the bed as they brought her water to drink. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until the liquid flowed down her throat; her eyes adjusted to the lights in the room as the two men sat on the bed on each side of her.

“How do you feel?”

She placed the glass down and rested her head against the pillows. “Exhausted but invigorated at the same time.”

Hongjoong clicked his teeth. “It’s a long night, Kitten, and we’re hardly done with you.”

“What?”

Seonghwa chuckled darkly as his fangs slid into view. “Oh, little Kitten, you’re in for a treat.”

#kvanity #ksmutsociety #kwritersworldnet #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #ateez #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez angst

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pro-gamer-moves · 1 year ago

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My One (1) Completed Whumptober Fic

Tbh this one is more like slapstick it doesn't take itself too seriously.

Time sighed. Once again, they had been separated by a portal. It had been happening so often lately that he was starting to think they should just tie themselves together anytime they appeared. Oh well, nothing he could do about it now.

He took stock of his surroundings. There wasn’t a lot of light, but the walls looked like they were made out of stone bricks from his position on the ground. He stood up and walked over. Yep, definitely some sort of purposeful construction. They had probably all teleported into different rooms of a dungeon.

If that were the case, there would be a door around here somewhere. It was too dark to see the walls though… he rummaged around in his bags for something to light it up, eventually pulling out an arrow and casting a light spell on it.

Time hummed happily. The illumination had revealed a chest on the floor! This was the fun part of being a hero. He slowly lifted the lid in anticipation, and pulled out a small silver key, lifting it over his head in triumph. Now to find the door…

Tapping the walls with his sword revealed that one of them would crumble in an explosion, so he pulled out a bomb and set it on the floor in front of the false wall. Behind it was a similar, if larger room that had glyphs carved into the stone at random-seeming intervals. It was also full to the brim of Stalchildren.

Not wanting to fight so many monsters, he put on his Captain’s Hat and got work examining the room. After checking the walls with his sword and the Lens of Truth, he concluded that the key to the next room must be connected to the glyphs. Or something. Nayru, this was so much easier when he had a fairy.

He sat down in front of one of them and pulled out the Ocarina of Time. He didn’t see any meaning in the carvings, so he decided he was just going to have to go through his repertoire song by song.

Time sighed again. Maybe one of the others would find him first.

~~~

He was halfway through the Song of Healing when the wall in front of him blurred and distorted. Looks like he had found the right song, then. He kept playing, having learned long ago not to interrupt a song while it was doing its work.

The wall continued to warp in time with his song, then a face appeared. Time looked up in surprise. Was that Twilight? Now he knew he definitely couldn’t stop playing, else the rancher got caught in the wall as it solidified.

Twilight stepped into the light of his arrow, saw Time sitting on the floor with his ocarina, and promptly fainted.

That wasn’t good. Seeing that Twilight was on the floor instead of in the wall, Time hooked the Ocarina back on his belt and rushed over, ordering the Stalchildren to stay back as he did so. Twilight looked fine at first glance, no blood anywhere as far as Time could tell…

Twilight’s eyes opened, focused on Time’s face, and opened even wider in fear. His mouth twisted like he was trying to suppress a cry, and his shoulders hunched under his wolf pelt. What had gotten him so worked up? Was there something wrong with his face?

Time poked his face to make sure it was the one he usually had and almost slapped his forehead at his own stupidity. He was still wearing the Captain’s hat! Of course Twilight would be scared, he looked like a Stalfos right now!

Time quickly lifted the mask to show the rancher his face. “Don’t freak out, it’s just me! I’m wearing a mask to keep the Stalchi—“ he heard bones rattling behind him and put the mask back on. “To distract the Stalchildren. It’s just an illusion, I’m still Link.”

Twilight relaxed. “Old man?”

“The one and only.”

He stood and held out his hand to help Twilight up. “How’d you get in here, anyway? You shouldn’t have been able to get through the wall before I finished my song.”

Twilight held up his wrist, revealing a bejeweled bracelet. “Magic bracelet, found it in a chest. It lets me walk through walls if they have special carvings on them.”

“Ah.”

“You have a song that lets you go through walls?”

“I thought I did, but I guess it was just your bracelet. How are we going to both get out of here?”

Twilight picked up the light arrow and used it to search the room. “We can both go if we’re touching, but I need to find a small key first.”

Time held up the key he had found. “Already got it.”

“Great. Let’s get back to the others then, we still have to find quite a few more Links.”

#lu time #lu twilight #linked universe #whumptober 2023

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2024ardn632isobelchilberto · 4 months ago

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Week 11- Final Compositions Overview

Creating my final images included a lot of work with masking. Using the soft brush, I blended the coloured layered image with the black and white image to bring the red hair through. I had to change the opacity depending on the thickness of the hair and how close it was to the hairline. This, as you can imagine, took a long time. I'm unsure if there was an easier way to do this, and I hope there is in the future! It also isn't as perfect as I wanted, so if I could work further on this, I would. I used colour grading to have my images in black and white but with red and black tones peeking through. I changed the dynamic range across all compositions so they were at an equal brightness and contrast. I removed the backgrounds and made sure the hair didn't reveal the past backdrop too much. I also added grain to give an old-timey feel to the images as well.

For the text of my posters, I added the credits at the bottom of each poster to tie them together. I thought it would be fun to have different catchphrases across all images. Each text placement reflected how the type was laid out in 50s film posters, too. I used black text under white text to contrast the image and make it feel separate so it stood out better for reliability. The backdrops use red, relating to horror and violence, and then pink, relating to femininity and colour trends of the 50s. With the dissolve blend effect, I could give the backdrops an organic feel, frame my subject, and allude to blood or a demonic nature. Finally, I edited the blood in a pinky-redy tone to relate to the two colours and the violence alluded to.

Composition One: The first image talks about the American dream, a seductive reality for her husband. An idealised reality that she isn't too happy about you will later find out. The posing is inspired by 50s ads portraying women in this perfect, doe-eyed look.

Composition Two: The second image is her becoming the femme fatale, killing her husband's dream and him. Her expression is one of freedom from her reality and a sinister one as well. I used advertising language to draw the viewer to watch the "film".

Composition Three: The third composition shows the aftermath of the killing. Her shhhing motion and hiding of the axe allude to her getting away with it. Though you can't see the husband, the text and blood on her face are representative of this.

Composition Four: The fourth is a scream of victory and anger towards her husband. As it states, she never asked about the situation in which she was put. The blood in her mouth alludes to cannibalism and her malicious nature.

Composition Five: The final image is her face of satisfaction with her new reality free of him. The blood on her hands contrasted with her happy facial expression. The text explains what has happened as well as making her facial expression even more horrifying!

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lustagel · 2 years ago

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KILL ME, KISS ME : PATRICK BATEMAN

୨ patrick hated woman who weren’t slightly slutty, willing to be submissive to him and keep their fucking mouths shut, so he practically hated you. until he found himself questioning his sanity because of you.

c. assistant! reader. you’re shorter than him and attitude filled. talks of blood and murder. you’re referred to as slut and bitchy once. swearing. kissing.

l. people writing the reader as submissive/dominant with patrick is not my thing so decided to do my own thing.

after jean quit, patrick was forced to find a new assistant so he went hunting, and found one that he thought would fit him the best. at least he thought you would. in the last month you had worked for him, he’d fired you twice but each time he found himself calling you after not even a week of you not working. you were good at keeping up, never second guessed his change of plans and never asked questions, but you did have an attitude that had him thinking about all the bloody things he’d like to do to you.

he thought about it a lot, actually. when he applied his eye mask in the mornings, worked out, got in the shower, did his skin care, and even while fixing his tie before work. he tried to fill his aching needs by fucking prostitutes and killing some, and it worked… for a while until his ways of killing them got more violent in the sexual aspect, then it stopped working all together.

why was he letting some slut get to his head like this? he thought as he sat on his couch, hand playing mindlessly with the blonde hair of the whore he’d killed the night before. he would kill them for pure fun now. a knock came from his office door making his shade covered eyes look up from the crossword puzzle in his lap. casually, he slips the hair into the pocket of his shirt, before you slip through the door frame without an okay from the man like always.

he closes his eyes behind his shades as he takes a deep breath in—trying not to comment on it, but speak up anyways. “wait before opening the door next time,” he says, eyes now open and looking down at his crossword puzzle. “mhm,” you ignored him, before walking over to his desk to lean your body against it, you made sure not to knock over anything. he didn’t even have to look up to see where you were standing. you’d done it many times before. he hated the way you leaned against his desk- even the way you stood.

the first time you did it, he thought about running a knife down your hip until you asked politely for him to stop or when you were screaming in pain, either way he wanted to see it. “gotta call a couple minutes ago about drinks with spencer at that bar down town,” you say, scheduling book resting on your arm while you read from it. “when?” he questions, writing in a word he had just figured out. it coincidentally being “bones”.

“after twelve,” you say, looking up at him, eyes running over the way his jaw was tightened slightly. “cancel it,” he waved making you roll your eyes with a lightly sigh. after jotting down what you needed, you close the pen within the book and throw your hands up at patrick. “have drinks with the guy. he’s a pain in my ass, patrick,” you groaned, hands resting on either side of you on the desk, supporting yourself. “oh yeah?” he asks, looking over at you, before you could reply he continues. “me too. now cancel it,” he says before looking back down at his puzzle.

you frown at the argument you’re going to have with the guy later. “kill me,” you groan, standing up from your leaning position. patrick wouldn’t mind doing so, it would actually make his life much more enjoyable. you grab your book from the desk and head for the door. “don’t forget i’m gonna be out this afternoon,” you comment, looking over at him. patrick ignores you, not really remembering why you weren’t but doesn’t care enough to remember or even respond.

without much care, you shut the door behind you.

xxx

a date. patrick remembered now why you weren’t going to be at the office. he hadn’t thought about it after you left, of course. he didn’t care, but he remembered because he just spotted you and your date walking into bar he was currently sat at with david and craig. you were sat at the bar with some guy. he looked middle class, nice tux, but not better than patrick’s, and he seemed to have you smiling, something patrick had never seen you do unless you were giving him a headache.

“who am i kidding? there are no chicks with good personalities,” craig waves as he smiles, looking between his two colleagues looking for approval. his sentence pulls patrick’s attention back to him. “exactly,” patrick points, before raising from his seat to give the man a high five. david follows suit and gives the man a high five as well. the three men’s laughs were loud enough to draw attention, and it did, by not only the small characters around them but you.

your date is the first one to look back at them and you follow quickly after, just to find patrick. patrick gives a glance to the two of you, hoping he didn’t miss anything but he only finds your eyes glued to his. your date gives a glance between you and patrick. “isn’t that your boss?” he asks, making you break eye contact and look over at him. “…yeah,” you reply, trying your best not to roll your eyes. you knew you were gonna see him here but your date had insist on going here.

patrick is still looking though, trying to figure out what you’re saying. “that your bitchy assistant?” david asks, sharing a glance between you and patrick with a foolish grin on his face, blunt lit in between his fingers. “yeah,” patrick says, all of them now eyeing the two of you. “she’s pretty hot. surprised she got brains to keep up with your shit,” craig laughs, but no one laughs with him so he awkwardly dies it down. patrick was surprised too, that’s why he kept running back when he needed a good assistant.

suddenly, they watch the both of you get up from the bar and walk over to them. your date gives all of them a tight smile, with a small nod as you took your place on his arm, giving a glance to the men. “nice to meet you, gentlemen,” he starts, one button buttoned on his coat. his glance falls to the man to his right. “patrick bateman? she talks a lot about you,” he says, hand out to him but patrick doesn’t take it. no good things, he assumed. patrick only gives him a line smile, no teeth. he moves his attention to better things like he’s colleagues who are practically eye fucking you together.

“have a seat,” craig says, mindlessly, only giving your date a quick glance to let him know he was talking to him before gesturing over to the cushioned chair opposite of him. but his eyes are quick to land back on you as you walk around patrick’s chair to get to the seat, that was when craig spots patricks’ hard glare, and he looks down before clears his throat.

they didn’t have a care in the world for the guy, you were just their eye candy. patrick zones out after that, only letting his eyes move over you and your date. he eyes the way you sat on his lap, legs resting over his, his arm slipped around your waist. a stupid fuck like him should’ve realized by now that you’re too good for him. patrick felt your date was just taking up space, time and energy that you could all be wasting on him. his jaw slightly tightened at the thought.

he watched as you whisper something to your date and he nods in response, before you get up and head to the back. “so about her? how’d you get such a great ass?” david asks, giving a glance to you walking away then to your date with a grin. “i met her at some bar. and honestly i’m surprised bateman hasn’t had a hit yet,” he grins as he leans forward to touch patrick’s shoulder. the rest of them nod, agreeing with his statement while patrick’s face goes stern.

“and i’m surprised you haven’t taken the fucking hint yet,” patrick glares, swatting his arm off of his shoulders. they’re all confused by his hostility and frown at him. without much thought, patrick stands from his seat and excuses himself to the restroom. in the back, he walks straight into the woman’s bathroom to find you washing your hands. you ignore the door opening so you don’t look up from doing such act.

“who was that?” patrick questioned, standing a good distance behind you. the mans’ voice makes you look up and into the mirror. you’re quick to look around with wide eyes, hoping no one walks in and starts acting out. you quickly dry your hands, and push him into a stall with hurry.

“patrick, what the fuck!? what’s wrong with you?” you whisper, noticing his slightly tightened jaw. his patience was getting thinner by the minute. “who was that?” he asks again and you’re confused, he can see it. maybe you’re not as smart as he thought you were. “who’s who?” you ask, drawing his patience over the line.

“that guy!” he yells then he sees the anger in your face at the sudden raise of tune so he speaks again but softer. “you never told me about a guy,” he groans, more frustration in his tone. “why would i tell you about my dating life? you’re my boss, not my therapist. but since you’re so worried, i met him a couple days ago. we aren’t actually dating, just fucking,” you shrug with a sigh.

patrick wants to gag at the thought of his cheap hands touching you. “come on, you’re prettier than that,” he says, out of somewhat frustration and you’re taken back by the compliment. you don’t let the compliment sit in the air for too long so he doesn’t have the time to take it back. “i know… but he’s the closest thing i could find to you who’s not arrogant and stuck up the ass,” you groan, rolling your eyes.

even with frustration running up his blood pressure and clouding his mind, he understands what you mean. patrick didn’t understand social cues much but he believed this was one and if he’s wrong, he’ll just kill anyone later on tonight to ease his embarrassment. “someone like me, huh?” he questions, stepping closer. you don’t shy away so he continues, he grips your chin in between his fingers and makes you look up at him. “me too,” he says, then leans in and so do you.

your lips meet in a rather rough kiss, but it’s also deep and airy. patrick lets out a light groan only one you can hear— hopefully. with most of the prostitutes he tried to kiss to get over the aching feeling of you, he didn’t feel anything with them, just anger and greed, but things didn’t feel quite right when he kissed you. and it made his stomach turn up and him pull away from the kiss. he looks at you with confusion and a bit of disgust.

he’s confused and overwhelmed so he pulls away from you fully. the feelings he felt were disgusting— not you, he didn’t communicate that though. he only swiped his suit for any dirt and removed himself from the stall before walked out of the bathroom, not caring for any slut who looked confused by it. he wasn’t gonna let another get to his head. patrick lets his hand run through his hair before letting out a deep sigh as he approaches his friends once again.

“everything alright?” craig asks, seeing his sweating and slightly clinched jaw. bateman only nods, still standing before them, not minding their worried faces.

“yeah, i just need to return some videotapes.”

#. ( patrick bateman )#i did some research on the book version of bateman and he’s pretty fucked up buutt . . .#part two? happy ending this time??#american psycho x reader #american psycho #american psycho imagine #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x reader #slashers x reader

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rainglazedpaint · 7 years ago

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Wanted to practice concept art and ended up doing these sketches of Reaper!Kanan and Rider!Ezra from @okadiah‘s fic Blackbird.

#star wars rebels #okadiah #fic art #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #the masks were a lot of fun to work on! wanted to tie them together so they both got bird-like shapes and Kanan's lil golden triangle #thanks for many hours of wonderful reading Okie!

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frenziedslashers · 3 years ago

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what about soulmate au with bo and vincent?

since they were conjoined maybe the universe gave them a soulmate to share? possibly the red string au or scar au? actually any of the soulmate au things work, if you’re okay with writing that of course!

I love this idea so much <3 yesyesyes Idk how good this is since I wanted to make it more than a headcanon list and I have been exeriencing really bad writers block, but I hope this is alright and y'all enjoy D: !!

I might work on a pt.2 or something because idk.. kind of like this idea a lot LMAO

Double Ended:

Everyone else only had one string on their finger - or at least everyone that you knew of. Yet, you had two. One connected on both hands. It caused a lot of people to make fun of you. Causing you to grow frustrated or embarrassed, depending on the person. Sometimes even a little ashamed. You grew up in the south, in a household where you were taught that you could only have one love. Not two. But your life seemed to have a funny way of helping you out. Torturing you to no end. Ever since you were born and the strings showed up, your parents were embarrassed. Ashamed to have a kid with two soulmates. That was absurd! A ridiculous outcome that they shouldn't have to deal with.

Your parents even tried to cut one of the strings once. Vincents string. And he felt it. He was fifteen when they tried, you being around the same age. It felt like someone was taking scissors to his heart. His body falling limp as he fell onto the ground. Tears pricking at his eyes as he clenched at his chest. His brothers swarming him as he choked out sobs. Though the sobs just scratched and tore at his unused voice.

"Vince! What the hell!" Bo shouted, hands dropping to hold his gasping twin. Lester falling to his side as he watched his older brothers with fear and horror.

"Vincent, what's wrong! Where's it hurt! C'mon buddy," The normally aggressive and wild teen was in a state of panic. He could be mean, even cruel to his brothers, but he loved them, nonetheless. He would do anything for his family, and seeing Vincent in so much pain scared the shit out of him. Worried that he was dying.

"Here," His nasally, silent voice gasped out. His hands clawing at his chest. Tears falling down his face, which was now exposed. His mask laying on the floor from the struggles. Ripping at his shirt with a scream. A gash slowly forming on his chest over his heart. It was unexplainable. The brothers staring in shock. Unsure of what to do to help their brother.

Your parents held you down while they snipped the string. It hurt you too. A scream ripping through your chest as you tried to fight them off. Everyone knew that you weren't supposed to tamper with the strings, and if it wasn't for the neighbors hearing the scream that you let out. You and Vincent could have died. Leaving the string disconnected is tampering with fate. Something that shouldn't be toyed with. Your neighbors calling the cops, who made it in time to tie the string back together, and get you away from your parents.

The Sinclair boys still didn't know what happened that night. Once the string was retied Vincent was able to breath again, and his heart felt like the pain vanished into thin air. The gash stayed, and so did a nasty scar. But he was sure, deep down, that it had something to do with you.

Years later you were with some "friends" when they decided to poke fun at you for your double string problem. "What's with the two stings?" The one snorted, your eyes falling down to look at the strings while you sat beside them in the car. The four of you were going on a road trip. Sure that it would be a nice get-away. The one driving being your adopted families son - so your brother, basically. You didn't ever call him a brother though, with how rude and mean he was to you. You typically called him by his name, Brad. He and his parents were hardly any better than your real parents. You were just more money in their eyes.

"Ya gonna answer me?" Brads friend asked with a smirk. Leaning in to kiss your neck. Shoving at him with a glare. "What the hell, stop that!" You snapped, watching him pull away with a snicker. He always tried things with you, and you hated it. Especially since no one would do anything about it. He was one of those people without a string. Which often meant that you were meant for no one, or that your soulmate died. You always assumed that he was meant for no one. With how gross and idiotic he was. Rolling your eyes and letting them look back out the window. "I know as much about my double string issue as you do about your no string problem." You scoffed, and he chuckled. Wrapping an arm around your waist. "Well, how 'bout we be freaks together?" "Get off me!" You shouted, catching the other twos attention up front. Your brother in the front seat looking back to the two of you with a glare.

"Get off of them, I don't care if we had to take 'em with us, mom and dad said no funny business!" He snapped. Even if deep down he wanted to leave you stranded somewhere. Everywhere you went you felt unwanted, and part of you knew that he wanted to leave you in the woods and never look back. You were honestly a bit shocked they weren't pulling over and shoving you out.

Then they started slowing down. The previous thought only adding to your anxiety. "What're we doin'?" You asked. Rubbing your hands on your thighs, attempting to stop the claminess. Looking up to meet your brothers eyes in the rear view mirror. "Stoppin' for the night." He told you, and you nodded. You knew you would all be camping for a few nights on your trip across the country, nearly spacing it off with the thoughts that were roaming your mind. Pulling over in a cove surrounded by nothing but bushes and trees. Setting up for the night, before getting comfortable. You going to bed early. In attempts to ignore the other three.

When you woke up you heard cursing. Stretching with a yawn as you stood from your blankets. Rubbing your eyes with a groan. "Anyone ever told ya you're gorgeous when ya wake up?" It took you a moment to realize who was talking to you. Rolling your eyes with a groan when it was Joseph, Brads friend from earlier in the car. "Yeah? Can't say I ever had anyone watchin' me sleep, weirdo..." You scoffed. Folding your blankets to pick up. Then you heard a shout and more cursing. "What are they fightin' 'bout now?" You asked, looking over to your brother and his girlfriend. The guy looking back with a shrug. Then back to you. "Hard tellin'." He got closer to you, to which you took a step back. "I wouldn't hurt ya, ya know that?" You didn't answer him. Only staring at him, then passing him with your blankets and pillow in hand. Heading for the car to shove everything in the back where it was before.

You were the one who mostly picked up everything. Hoping that the four of you could continue the trip so you could be dropped off in Oklahoma in attempts to start a new life of your own. Your brother agreeing since you were eighteen now. You had the right to, and he wanted you gone as much as you did. Sitting in the back with your eyes lost in a book. Looking up when you heard the scratch of the motor after the car ran enough for you all to make it to the road. It ran, but it didn't sound good.

"What the fuck." He snapped, smacking the steering wheel. "What was that?" The blond up front asked, and he threw his hands up. "The fuck am I supposed to know? Do I look like a fuckin' mechanic!" He shouted, all of you falling silent. His anger scared all of you, truly.

An hour of Brad waiting outside the car trying to get cell reception, a truck finally came into view. rolling to a stop when he waved it down. It wasn't the nicest truck, but it ran better than the car you guys were currently using. So that was a start. "Ya need a lift?" The younger man from inside asked. You couldn't see him from where you were sitting, but you could hear his voice. It sounded.. Nice. Really.

"Yeah, having car problems," Your brother was vague, but the stranger didn't seem to mind. Pulling in front of the car before getting out himself. Looking through the front window, as if he were counting you all. Eyeing you all up, seeing who was in there. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Almost thankful to have your brothers friend beside you, since he was strong. He could fight him off while you made a run for it and you wouldn't even think twice. Not with how he treated you.

Too lost in thought you jumped when the hood of the car slammed shut. Not even noticing it being opened. Huffing when you heard a giggle from beside you. "Scare ya, dolly?" "Don't fuckin' call me that, asshat." "Don't call me asshat," He snapped, grabbing your arm with a force that had you shrieking. The noise catching Lesters attention. Peering through the window to see his hand around your arm. The look of fear on your face when the man inside inched closer to your face, and the girl up front seemed quite unbothered by the actions.

"I can take ya in town. My brother's a mechanic, M'other brother can come tow your car back into town." Lester exclaimed, looking back to the man that he saw driving. "Great!" "On one condition, though." He told your brother. Looking at him with a rather stern look. "The girl in back," He motioned to the car, your brother furrowing his brows. "y/n?" He nodded, even though he didn't know your name. "Yeah, she goes with me." He didn't like how you were being treated. He knew what it felt like to be unwanted, and by the looks of how you were being treated, and how easily your brother just agreed in letting you ride with a stranger while claiming he could 'have you.' He wanted you away from them.

"Get out," You looked up when the door opened. You didn't think it was even possible. But your expression dropped more. "What?" Your voice was fragile. "Can you not listen?" You were being dragged out now. Lester holding himself back by climbing into his own truck. Not wanting to cause a scene before he even got you all into town. "What are you doing?" You asked with a panicked look. Brad leading you to Lesters truck. "He wants you, in return he'll fix our car, so you're going in the truck with him." Were you just sold out? Without even knowing it? Your heart sank. Panic setting further within you. "No, please stop, I won't cause any more trouble, I promise!" You tried to bargain. The passenger door being pulled open by the man holding your arm. "You've been a thorn in m'side since the day my parents adopted you, get the fuck in that truck!" He shouted under his breath. Trying to keep quiet enough that Lester wouldn't hear, but he heard it all. He was right there, after all.

When you climbed into the truck he noticed you were shaking pretty bad. A frown settling on his lips after the door was slammed behind you. "'M sorry," Lester spoke, looking you over. You didn't look up though. Staring at the strings on your fingers. Praying - no, you weren't religious, more so hoping - that whoever you were tied to would save you. "I don't wanna hurt you, promise. Just saw how they treated you." You looked up a bit at him this time. Eyes a bit widened. "You don't?" You were so used to being hurt all your life that his words came as sort of a shock. "Nah, course not! You remind me of my older brother in a way. His names Vincent, I think you'll like 'im." He told you with a toothy grin. Taking note that a few of his teeth were missing.

"So y'all have lived here your whole life?" You asked, to which he nodded. Lips curling into a smile. "Yup! It ain't normally that busy, with new comers, anyways. My brothers and I like seein' new faces though. 'Specially Jonesy." He explained, and you smiled at that. Quickly warming up to the man when you discovered that he had no ill intentions. Not for you at least. "Jonesy? I thought you only had two brothers? And ya said they were named Bo and Vincent?" Lester snickered at your words, looking over to you with a cheeky smile. "Ya sure are smart, Jonesy's m'pup!" He explained with a small laugh, and your eyes widened. "A dog?" You asked, curiosity peaked. He nodded again. "Yeah, he's with Bo right now. Bo claimed to hate dogs, but the moment I got Jonesy it was like love at first sight. He's like his best friend." His only friend. Lester thought.

Once in town you and Lester got out of the truck. Leaving you by it for a moment while he ran off to tell Vincent to go and pick up your friends. Soon running back over to you, who was still placed beside the truck. Thanking you for staying put like he had ask.

"So this is where your brother works?" You asked, eyes glistening with pure joy and curiosity as the two of you walked up to the shop. You hadn't felt this safe around a man in ages. "Yup, sure is! He should be 'round here somewhere." His voice seemed to summon someone else, though. Excited tip-taps echoing on the cement of the garage floor. Yours and Lesters eyes moving to find where it was coming from. "Jonesy!" He shouted when he saw the familiar canine. Falling into a squat so he could greet the dog. You swore it was the most precious thing. Watching Lester giggle and smile as his dog lept into his arms. Smiling and laughing a bit yourself at his actions.

"Jonesy," Lester spoke rather firmly. "I'd like ya to meet a new friend. This is Y/n, Y/n this is Jonesy." He introduced the two of you. You squatting down yourself to pet and greet the dog. A wide grin on your face. The two of you talking a bit more and petting Jonsey while you both waited for Vincent to get back with the rest of the gang.

Vincent didn't take too long in finding them. Thankful they were all still put inside their vehicle so he could hook up the vehicle to his tow truck without having to talk to anyone. Waving through the window, and shooting them a thumbs up beforee driving into town. Arriving a good 10 minutes later. Dropping them off at the shop, and instructing them all to get out. Before he snuck to the back to get his twin.

"What a mutt," Lesters smile faded when he heard those words. He hated the word. Mutt. Not when it was used playfully, or jokingly. Not when he said it, to his dog, but when others said it. To his dog. "What'd you say?" Lester asked, looking back to the boy who was grabbing you in the back of the car earlier. "You heard me." Lesters glare was enough to kill. Your voice cutting him from his thoughts. "Mutt or not, I think he's a handsome puppy," You cooed with a grin. Trying to ignore the negativity and relish in the attention that the dog was giving you. Giggling at the licks and tail wags. You had never owned a dog, never been allowed to, so you always loved it when you got to be around any.

Bo was in the back when all of this was happening. He heard the unkind words towards Jonesy. Nearly ready to storm out there with his gun in hand when he heard Lester out there, too. No one disrespected Jonesy and his little brother. But then he heard you. Your voice was so soft and kind. Quite a contrast to a lot of 'tourists' that they normally got. A small smile even tugging at his lips when he heard you praise the dog that he and his brothers loved. Sneaking out of the back room to the front, where you all were gathered.

"You say anythin' else 'bout my brothers dog. I'm sendin' you on your way with a broken car." You all looked up to him when he came out front. Your breath hitched a bit when you saw him. He was a lot more handsome than you assumed. You weren't really sure what to expect after seeing Lester. Not that he was ugly, just that he wasn't too clean. But Bo? No, he seemed clean, besides the grease that he was wiping off his hands onto a rag. A smudge on his cheek and forehead. Sweat beading on his face and neck from the Louisiana heat.

"I i'n't mean it like that, sir." Bo smirked, rolling his eyes. "Uh-huh, sure ya di'n't." He scoffed, before looking down at you, who was still on your knees. Hands absentmindedly rubbing on Jonesy's sides. Looking back down to the dog when he met your eyes.

"Well, can ya fix our car?" Brad asked, and he raised a brow. Looking back from you to him. "Maybe, depends on what's wrong. Gotta look at it first." His girlfriend giggled. Causing you to roll your eyes. Lester catching you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. Which made you look at him with a small smile of your own. "Well, see here mister, he ain't much of a mechanic, he wouldn't know." Bo smiled at the girl. Waving his hand a bit. "It's all right, miss. I know a hand full of things about vehicles, luckily for you. So, if you want there's some sodas ya can buy while I fix up the car." He tried to dabble in his charm, but it near faltered when you were pulled up off the ground. Arm gripped tight by your brother. Something muttered in your ear that made your sweet smile fade.

"Why don't ya stop grabbing her like she's some sorta doll," Lester snapped at him, which made Bo frown. They'd done this to you before in front of Lester. No wonder you didn't keep eye contact with him. You were scared, but not of him. "Why don't ya mind your own damn business." Your attacker scoffed at Lester. Bo's eyes snapping to the man. "Look here son, ya raise your voice at my baby brother like that again, and if we see ya so much as hurtin' a hair on that girl. I ain't doin' shit with your car and ya can walk ya'r sorry asses home." Bo stepped closer into his space, puffing his chest out. Watching as the man backed down. Gaze averting from his. "Fine, then have her. So ya know we ain't done shit to her." He snapped, and Bo laughed again. He was young, like said earlier. He and Vincent were around your age, which was 18. but they were strong, and they knew it. They had advantages that your 'friends' didn't. "Hm, fine, she can stay here. Lest', take 'em to the motel." His younger brother nodded. Leading them off before they could cause anymore trouble.

You didn't say a word the whole interaction. Too stunned to say anything, really. Smiling when you knew that they were gone. "Thank you." You spoke softly, and he nodded. Turning to face you with a small grin. The two of the boys were already so kind to you. You almost felt ashamed that you would be leaving shortly after, with all but a Good-Bye and Fare Well. No way to truly thank him for all that they had done for you.

You weren't sure what he had in mind for you, though. For all you know, he could be a killer. He was a killer, you just didn't know that, yet. "Follow me, I'll show ya to where ya can stay. Away from them there assholes." He commented with a grin. Motioning you to follow him to his truck. You nodded, following close behind him before heading around the truck to climb into the passenger side. Taking note of the eerily empty streets. "Lester wasn't wrong when he said it wasn't that busy 'round here." You commented, and Bo smiled. Letting out a small chuckle of his own. Starting the truck to drive off for his home. "No, Lester is a lot of things, but for the most part he ain't a liar." Bo told you. Looking over at you with his charming, southern grin. "Ah, are you?" You asked with a grin of your own, and he shrugged. Looking at you with a curious gaze, before back at the streets. You really did intrigue him. "I might be, I might not be, that's up to you to find out, darlin'." The pet name caught you a bit off guard. It wasn't like men hadn't called you that before, but it felt different coming from him. Even if you did just meet him not too long ago. Brushing some hair behind your ear in attempts to hide the bashful look on your face. He caught it, and it only fed whatever was burning inside of him. A smirk resting on his face as he pulled in front of a house, and led you up to the building.

Inside the home it was cozy. Not really what you expected from wherever he was planning to take you. You expected it to be a motel, but this was far from it. "This here's where my brother Vincent and I live. We have a couple guest rooms. Figured ya could stay in one." You froze in spot. You grew up in a city, you weren't at all used to the hospitality, and it threw you through a loop. "What? No, I can't." You told him with a frown. Bo turning to look at you with a concerned look of his own. "How come, darlin'?" You looked to the side, looking over some of the objects in the room. "I can't intrude. I don't want to, it wouldn't be very kind of me to. You don't even know who I am." He nodded, his hands shoved in his pockets. "You're right, I don't, but I seen how those men and that girl out there treated you. They threw you to us like you were our payment, when really we just hated seeing you treated that way. Now, I've done some pretty messed up things, but I ain't ever hurt one of my siblings, or someone I considered a friend." He told you with a stern look. Though it soon softened. "Plus, you were kind to us, first person in a while to be kind to us. So, it's the least that we can do-" "Y/n." You told him, and he nodded with a small smile. Repeating your name, letting it roll off his tongue like a prayer. "What a pretty name."

He took you upstairs to a room that he deemed fit for you. His eyes glancing down at your hands every so often. Trying to figure out the story behind the string that looked like it had been cut and retied. If he'd felt comfortable enough to, he'd ask about it. But the last thing he needed was for you to finally notice the other string that was most certainly connected to the one on his hand. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted you to notice. Unsure if staying here would be any better than living with your friends. Once you were settled, he was gone. Having to attend 'business'. Assuming that he meant your guys' car. So, you took this as an opportunity to explore.

Your feet led you around the house, doing your best not to intrude, but you were bored and left alone. It didn't seem anyone else was home, and Bo never said that you couldn't explore. He even told you to make yourself at home before he left. So, maybe you were just getting familiar with the place so you could? You had no reason to believe that anything bad would happen if you did, anyways.

When you got to the basement door, you pushed on it. Watching as it opened with ease. An eerie creek following with it. The last thing you expect was to see the trail of string that led down the stairs from your hand. Your heart jumping in your chest at the sight. Not only was it your soul mates string, but it was the one that your parents attempted to cut. This only gave you even more reason to head down the stairs, not even thinking of the consequences.

As you looked around the room your heart quickened in pace. It was unorganized and cluttered, the work of an artist. Drawings thrown around, things placed in odd places. Then you saw a man sitting on a chair, working at a desk. Your breath caught in your throat, unsure if you should say hi or run. You knew you were intruding, but you had been waiting for this day your whole life.

"Hello?" Your breathing hitched when you noticed him tense and turn around in a panic. Your eyes met his through a mask that hid his face. Holding your hand up to wave lightly. "Bo brought me here. I mean no harm! Promise, I just, I was following a path." He tilted his head at your words. Still on edge by your appearance. "Oh fuck," You furrowed your brow. "I don't know how to put this but... I think we're soul mates?" You cringed at how stupid you sounded. Internally cursing yourself at how stupid you probably seemed. He furrowed his brow now. Looking down at the string on your hand, that was identical to the one on his hand. "I'm Y/n." He didn't answer, and it made you shift uncomfortably. Then his hands moved up. Beginning to sign to you. It stunned you at first, you knew sign language since you took it as an extra class in high-school, but you weren't expecting it.

'Vincent,' He spelt out, and you smiled. He wasn't sure if you understood or not, but when you repeated his name, he was sure he was going to pass out. From amazement and shock. It wasn't everyday he met someone who knew sign language. As a matter of fact, he wasn't sure if he had ever met anyone who knew it. Nodding his head with a smile behind his mask. "Okay well uhm.." You fiddled with the end of your sleeves. Looking down then back up to him with a smile. He stood up to approach you. Eyes following the string. You were a bit unsure what to do. Taking a step back when he got too close, but you stilled when he looked at you with a look that screamed. 'I won't hurt you'. And you believed it. He didn't look like he was going to hurt you, in fact he looked at you with a kindness you hardly expected from a man whose room you just intruded in on.

Vincent reached down for the string. Holding it gently between his fingers. Touching the knot that bound both ends. "My parents tried to cut it when I was fourteen." He felt his heart ache at those words. Memories from when he was fifteen came flooding through. The pain was still unbearable, even if he didn't feel it right now. Pointing to his chest over his heart, then signing. 'Did you get the scar, too?' You nodded in agreement. Looking to the ground. "I'm so sorry, Vincent." He shook his head, dropping his hands back to his sides. Bringing them back up to sign 'It's not your fault. My parents weren't the best, either.' You smiled with a chuckle. "Guess we have that much in common." He let out an airy chuckle at your words. Already enjoying your presence.

It wasn't long before everything felt awkward again. Vincent was a lot less talkative than Lester and Bo were, and you weren't really that talkative yourself. Shifting a bit uncomfortably, until he motioned to the other string, and you looked down at it with a sigh. "I don't know who it belongs to." Vincent nodded, bringing his hands back up again. 'I might know.' You tilted your head with furrowed brows, and he smiled faintly under his mask at your curious gaze. "Who?" 'Bo.' You stared for a moment, looking back down to your hand. You didn't really look at the others hands, it was the least of your concern with your issues with the group you were with. You were too worried you were going to be left here for dead to be looking at Bo's hands for a string. "Why Bo?" You asked. "'Cause we're conjoined twins," You jumped when you heard the voice behind you. Looking up to the entry way to see Bo. Finally noicing the string. "Well, we was conjoined." He told you with a small shrug as he stomped down the stairs. Coming to stand near you and Vincent, though not too close.

"So you think it joined you both to me?" He shrugged, and you nodded. Taking it as an 'I don't know.' "I ain't know anythin' about this stuff, for all I cared, I hoped my soul mate wouldn't ever find me." You shifted a bit, especially when he took a step closer to you. "But," His eyes looked down your body, then back up to your eyes with a smirk. "I ain't complainin'." Your eyes shifted to the side then back to his. Tensing when you felt Vincents hand on your shoulder. Looking over to him so you could watch his hands. 'Neither am I.' You smiled at the both of them, then looked back down to the ground. "Yeah well, I didn't really leave home thinkin' I'd find y'two." You admitted, and Bo tilted his head, leaning back to lean against one of Vincents work benches. "Yeah? Well, what did y'leave home for? Ya'r friends seem like a bunch of good for nothing assholes."

Vincents eyes were on you as well. Both of the brothers watching you rather intently, hoping for an explanation that would make sense. "Well," You let out a nervous chuckle at the sudden attention you were getting. "They ain't my friends, first off." You spoke, and Bo nodded. A silent action for you to carry on, while also noting that he understands. "The blonde, that's with the stupid girl, that's my adoptive brother. His family adopted me after I was removed from mine." You spoke, and they both raised a brow. Though you couldn't see Vincent's face, you noticed his head tilt. "They tried to cut my string, since I had two, nearly killed me. Plus, they abused me most m'life because I had more than one soul mate." Bo hardly noticed how he was clenching his jaw now. He hardly knew you, but he did care about you some. He was mostly upset about how they hurt Vincent, too, though. How they didn't even take to consideration that the person on the other side of the string could also die or at least be extremely hurt. But, that was a conversation for another time.

You rubbed your hands down your sides before you continued. Scuffing your foot on the ground a bit. Noticing Bo's tensed body and Vincents lowered head from just the topic of the cut string. "Well, uhm, my brother, if that's what ya wanna call him, he hates me. Treats me like shit. Lets his girlfriend shove me around," "Let's his friend try and hurt ya?" Bo asked, and you lowered your head, this catching Vincents attention. Bo was pretty loony when he was mad, but Vincent was the one known to act out violently, even murderously. "Yeah." You told him. "Lester told me he was tryna do things to ya in the back o'their car, that happen a lot?" You started picking at the skin on your hand, eyes lookng everywhere but at the two boys that seemed to be getting closer to you.

"Darlin'," Bos voice was a lot softer than before. A hand reaching out to cup your chin, lifting your head to look at him with a small smile. "Y're safe with us, 'lright? Y'ain't gotta talk about it now, but he can't, and won't ever hurt ya again." You nodded, smiling faintly when he dropped his hand to your shoulder. "So, why did ya ditch town with them? I heard them talking about seein' the country, but y'ain't seemed too interested in that." You shook your head, shifting from foot to foot. "I was gonna have them drop me off in Oklahoma, so I could start a new life. Get outta the one I had." Bo nodded, dropping his hand to his side. "Well, since ya unintentionally found us, ya can stay here." He told you, and your expression went shocked. "Really?" Bo nodded, looking over to Vincent. "Right, Vin'?" He asked his brother, and he nodded. A wide smile breaking onto your face. "Thank you guys, so much." You had never felt this relieved in your life. "I could hug y'guys right now." You spoke, as if suggesting it without over-stepping boundaries. "Well, I would expect no less, maybe I can get a kiss next time?" Bo flirted, and you felt your stomach doing flips. Taking a step closer to embrace him in a hug, then letting go to step back and hug Vincent. Both of the boys glad you had found them. Bo even warming up to the idea of you staying after he watched your little interaction with Vincent, earlier.

The three of you sat in the basement for a while. Asking questions for one another as you all got to know one another. Bo keeping most of the conversation going, since you and Vincent would often fall quiet. "So, if ya don't mind me askin', where were y'all conjoined?" You asked the two, and Bo smiled with a chuckle. He expected the question to be asked, waving you off. "It's fine to ask, we were conjoined at the head." You raised your brows with a small chuckle. "Really? Ya both are lucky ya made it out alive." Vincent nodded, 'Bo is, at least,' Bo scoffed at his brother with an eyeroll. "What's he mean by that?" You asked, and Bo shook his head. "He's mad because his face is fucked up." You frowned. "That's not a very nice way to word that." Your furrowed your brows. Then looked back to Vincent. "That why ya wear ya'r mask?" You asked, and he nodded. Looking at you through his hair with a thankful gaze. He hadn't had anyone stand up for him in ages. "Well, I'm sure you look very handsome, Vincent." You told him, and Bo rolled his eyes with a groan. "Ya're a sap, huh?" You shrugged, looking back to the mechanic with a chuckle. "We gonna have issues, Bo?" He smirked, leaning a bit closer to you. His face inches from yours. "Only if you let there be issues, darlin'."

The three of you came to a stop when you heard the door upstairs open. Looking up when voices were heard, too. "Y/n?" Your name was being called out, and the brothers stood in a bit of a panic. Looking at you with their brows furrowed. Vincent looked more worried that Bo, Bo just looked pissed. "That that boy from the shop that grabbed ya?" You shook your head, rubbing your jaw a bit. "No," Your voice was lowered, and shaky. "That's Joseph, he's the one that Lester helped me get away from back when the car broke down."

"Hey, doll, come out, m'sorry about earlier." He continued calling into the house, and it only had the twins growing more anxious. "I can ask him to leave?" You suggested, but Bo was already heading for the stairs. "He's in m'house." He snarled, stomping back up the steps. You and Vincent following close behind. Curious as to what Bo was going to do. You were worried, but at the same time you didn't care. He caused you nothing but grief anytime you saw him, and even though he never did anything to you, you were sure if he had the chance he would.

When Joseph saw Bo he froze up, but a glare was quick to rest on his face. "Where are they?" He asked, and Bo chuckled. "Why, so you can hurt 'em?" "You don't know shit, man. I wouldn't hurt them, ever." He snapped, and Bo's hands balled into fists. Eyes narrowing. "Oh yeah? That ain't what they told me. Ya sound like a real piece of shit, ya know that." Joseph chuckled, shaking his head with a sigh. "Yeah? And they're batty, sometimes. They like to lie and make up stuff. I ain't never-" Bo was making his way over to the man now. Joseph backing up into the wall. Bo shoving at his chest with a scowl. "Ya callin' 'em a liar? I ain't seein' their string attached to your finger." Bo sneered, and the cornered male looked down to Bo's hand, then back to you who was standing in the doorway with Vincent. "That's right, Buster. They found their home, and I think it's time ya get outta my home before I make ya go missin'." Bo muttered with a sly grin. A small laugh following when Joseph shoved him away from him. "Fuckin' whore," He scoffed, and your fist were balling up now. "How am I the whore when ya're the one that tried shit with me and I told ya to stop?" You snapped, and he shook his head. "Ya never did!" "Bullshit! I did too, ya just never listened to me." You didn't even notice you were storming over to the taller male. Eyes blown with rage, all you saw was red. Striking him in the jaw with your fist. Bo and Vincent hardly knew how to react when they watched Vincent stumble back. Groaning as he held his jaw. He was going to go after you, but with Bo and Vincent there, looking as if they were ready to kill you, he decided against it. Muttering something under his breath before leaving the house.

Bo looked back to you with his brows raised, a smirk resting on his face. "Damn, didn't realize you were a fighter." But you didn't respond, you just stared at the door with a frown. "Hey," Bo muttered, stepping closer to you, Vincent dong the same. Both of them putting their hands on your back and shoulders when you started trembling. "Hey, ain't nothin's gonna happen to ya with us here, we'll handle them for ya, alright?" Bo reassured, and you nodded. "I think I just need'a go to bed." You told them, wiping the few tears that rolled down your face with your sleeve. Vincent slipping his hand into yours, giving it a light squeeze as he motioned up the stairs with his head. "Vincent'll take ya to bed. I gotta go finish up some work, but I'll be back after a few, 'lright?" You nodded, giving him a soft smile and wave, before letting Vincent lead you back up the stairs to the room that you started in.

Once he got you laid down, he started leaving, but you stopped him. "Wait," Your voice had him turning to look at you. His fingers fidgeting with his sweater sleeves, anxiously. "Can ya stay? Least 'til I fall asleep?" You asked, and he stared for a bit. He's never laid down with anyone before. Shifting from foot to foot for a bit. "If ya don't want to, ya don't gotta." He thought for a second, then shook his head. Walking over to the bed, waiting for you to shift before he climbed in next to you. He didn't touch you at first. Lying stifly on his side while he stared down at you. The mask was uncomfortable on his side, but with the lights shut off, and it being pitch black outside. He decided it would be fine to take his mask off. Especially since he could hardly even see your face. Plus, he could just hide his face with his hair.

When he laid back down after putting the mask on the table beside the bad, he gasped. You scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, your face burried in his chest. "Thank you," you muttered under your breath, and he nodded. Reluctantly wrapping his own arms around you. It wasn't until you were asleep when he let himself fully relax. Even dozing off for a few moments. Until he heard Bo walking into the room. Looking up to see his brother climbing into the bed, too. "Ya wanna leave?" He asked, and Vincent shrugged. Looking back down to you, who was sleeping calmly in their arms. "I took care of their friends." Vincent looked up to his brother, nodding his head. They deserved it. His hand moving to run up your back, then to touch your hair. Licking his lips with a sigh. Bo had dreamt of this moment for a while now. Getting to be able to meet his soul mate. Have you all for himself, but he never took into consideration that he wouldn't get you to himself. That he'd have to share you with his brother. It annoyed him a little, especially seeing you curled up into Vincents chest, and not his, but he couldn't just leave your friends wandering town. With the rist of them leaving to tell authorities about something. Whether it be false information or not, it was the last thing the Sinclairs needed.

Both the brothers fell silent when you rolled over in your sleep. moving so you were on your stomach, now. Their eyes watching you intently. Unsure if you were awake or not. "They're cute, tough, too." Bo muttered to his twin, and Vincent nodded. "I think they'll make a great addition to the town." He told him with a small smile. His hand running up the back of your shirt, resting on your bare skin. Eyes watching your closely. "Ya think they'll let us share 'em in bed?" It took Vincent a second to realize what Bo was saying, but when he saw the smirk on his face, he glared. Shoving at Bo's shoulder with a scoff. Bo snickering at Vincents reaction. "M'kiddin', Vince! Ya're so easy to rile up." He chuckled, rolling onto his back with a sigh. Turning his head to watch as you rolled onto your side. Your arms and legs reaching out to cling onto Bo now. The brunette tensing, and then relaxing under your touch. Looking over to Vincent who was scooting closer so he could keep his hands on you. "Might have to make a schedule on who gets to lay with them when." Bo chuckled, and Vincent chuckled a bit at that too, but right now neither of them cared. They both just wanted to hold onto you and sleep. Ever since they each learned what a soul mate even was, this was the one thing they craved more than anything. Being able to touch someone who belonged strictly by their side. Forever and always, or at least until something happened.

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Ensemble - Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Your Arthur Leclercs best friend. So why, after a random night in London, are you falling for his brother?

Chapter One: The Start

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and sex.

Word Count: 5.8k

Note: This chapter begins in London and is marked where it switches to Mykonos. There are then some flashbacks mixed in so just watch out for those. Let me know your thoughts, enjoy!

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Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift

Not long after Pierre had joined your table, Charles emerged from the toilets. Pierre had waved his hands to inform him of his updated location as he sat in the empty seat, unknowingly signing himself up for a night full of girly gossip and drama. The evening was spent reminiscing on childhood memories and sharing stories. It wasn't until Nat checked her phone that you realised how late it was getting.

"We better get going," She announced as she checked her phone. "The last train is in half an hour." You lived just outside of London which meant that most nights out were cut short by trains unless you had booked a hotel. You hummed in agreement as you finished your drink watching as Pierre began to whisper in Lucy's ear. They'd been flirting all night so her next sentence didn't come as much of a surprise.

"I'm going to chill with Pierre for a bit, I'll find my own way home tomorrow" The rest of the girls saw it coming too.

"Are you sure?" Katie asked. "I don't want you ending up in London on your own with no way home." She had a point. London could be quite daunting when it was late and dark, especially if you weren't a local.

"Well why don't you stay too?" Charles nodded his head towards you as he spoke. "That way you could leave together." Not one part of you questioned Charles' intentions as he spoke. He remained the responsible 'Arthur's older brother' that was being sensible and mature, making sure that everyone got home safely.

"If that's alright with you?" Your question was answered with a nod of his head. You all began to grab your things and headed outside, saying your goodbyes, telling them to text you when they were home safe as they encouraged you to do the same. By the time they'd headed for the station, Pierre and Lucy were already nowhere to be seen.

"I'm not sure about you but I'm in no rush to go back to the apartment just yet!" You spoke to Charles as you looked at the night sky above you.

"Where do you want to go in the meantime?"

“Have you ever explored London before?" You answered his question with one of your own. He shook his head. "So you haven't seen all beautiful sites it has to offer." The sarcasm was evident in your voice as you pointed down the alley way you were walking past full of black bins and plastic bags full of rubbish.

"I've only ever been here to celebrate races and I can't say I've seen much other than the inside of some bars and restaurants.”

"Well you're in for a long night Leclerc." Two hours ago Charles wanted nothing more than for him and Pierre to go back to the apartment. The lack of alcohol he'd consumed throughout the night was only adding to the tiredness he'd accumulated over the race weekend. However as you dragged him through the streets of London he realised there was no place he'd rather be.

You'd ridden Boris bikes alongside the River Thames, shown him your favourite restaurant in Covent Garden and taken him through Piccadilly Circus all the way to Oxford Street where closed shops lined the dark streets, pointing out your favourite ones as you cycled past. He never did things like this. As a F1 driver it was difficult for him to go almost anywhere without going unnoticed but tonight not one person had recognised him because for the night he was just a normal person with another normal person having a good time.

After abandoning the Boris bikes at the nearest drop off point you both headed towards the apartment. It belonged to Charles' mother and was often used by you and Arthur whenever he'd come to visit and couldn't stay with you.

"You seem happier than when I last saw you." His comment made you smile. It was all he could think about as you wondered through the dark streets. The last time you'd seen him you'd just broken up with your ex. Your relationship had been on and off for years but you'd finally called it quits for good. It didn't take a genius to see the relationship was making you unhappy, the anxiety, tears and sleepless nights were picked up on by everyone albeit your efforts to hide it. Arthur was the only person who truly knew what was going on and it hurt him to see his best friend in so much pain when she thought she was in love.

"Thank you, I'm in a much better place now. I've had time to focus on myself." You'd completely lost yourself throughout the time you were together, focusing so much on what he'd wanted and expected rather than what made you happy. The situation had increased your maturity and for that reason you were grateful your first heartbreak had come at such a young age. You'd correctly assumed that Arthur had made Charles aware of your sensitiveness to the situation to some extent as he made no further comments.

He had approached Arthur with concern after your last meeting. Despite a fun grand prix weekend you'd been blinking back tears and spent most of the time with a blank expression on your face. He hated it. He could see you trying to compose yourself, when he came to thank you for coming you'd done your best to smile, your voice was laced with excitement, but your eyes were empty, drained of emotion. He was grateful to see it had made its way back.

"Did you know I've never been to Harrods?" His random fact was a relief as he quickly changed the subject, allowing your mind to be brought back to the present rather than the dark times from the past.

"Even I've been to Harrods Charles. We should go tomorrow, you'd have a field day in the clothes section." As a part time student most of your spare money went into savings, a fund you'd created for your planned travels when you were done with your studies. It wasn't very often that you brought yourself nice things so despite your multiple trips to Harrods, you'd never actually purchased anything. You could see him deliberating your suggestion in his head.

"You can wear sunglasses and a hat with your mask, just don't wear a bright red Ferrari top and I'm sure we'll be able to keep ourselves to ourselves."

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" His question brought you back to reality slightly.

"I'll call in sick?" you offered. It suddenly occurred to you that this was the longest time you and Charles had ever been alone together and the idea of leaving wasn't something that you wanted to think about just yet.

Charles opened the apartment door with caution, neither of you wanted to interrupt your friend’s spontaneous night, nor hear any of the antics they were getting up to. You frowned at each other as you stepped into the entrance corridor. There were no faint voices, no mumbling or laughs, just the hum of the city that echoed through the slightly open window.

“Maybe they didn’t come back here,” your judgement became increasingly more likely as you followed Charles towards the kitchen and stood around the island.

“I’ll send him a text.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped away before placing it on the marble countertop. It lit up with Pierre's reply not long after he'd set it down. “They went to some hotel, apparently he’s dropping her home in a second.”

“He’s not the type to bring girls back to his home turf then,” you took the bag off your shoulder and placed in on the counter, grabbing a hair tie from inside and gathering your locks into a low ponytail. “Smart move.” Charles shrugged his shoulders at your observation.

He’d never really thought about it before, but he was the same. The few casual hook ups that he’d had over the years had never been in places he spent a lot of time like his house in Monaco, or his favourite holiday home in Mykonos, and never this apartment. Sure, he’d slept with people in those cities, but never in his space. You were right though; it was easier to forget about the crime if you never returned to the scene.

"Do you have anything I can change into?"

“There’s a top on the end of my bed.” You thanked him as you made your way towards his room. “I’ll grab some of my things so I can crash on the sofa once you’ve changed.” You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him as you stood in the doorway.

“I’m not kicking an f1 driver out of their own bed Charles, especially not post race weekend.” You crossed your arms as you lent against the door frame. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa.” He argued.

“It’s one night Charles, I really don’t mind.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa.” He repeated.

“Well then it looks like we’re sharing the bed.” Your words not only surprised you, but also Charles. Neither of you were sure where this increased confidence had come from, but you didn’t want it to become awkward, so you tried to justify your statement. “Me and Arthur used to share a bed all the time!”

The look on his face as your eyes met with his across the room was one you’d so desperately been seeking without realising it. His head cocked, eyebrows raised and small smirk tugging its way onto his lips provided reassurance, giving you the confidence to confirm that this relationship was very different to your one with Arthur. You already knew it, you had felt it every time you’d looked at him since you were about 16, but this was the first time you could say with certainty that it was reciprocated.

Charles was dying to climb into bed with you. To wrap his arms around you and stay like it all night. He didn’t care about the fact that your hair would be in his face or that his arm would most likely be dead within the first half an hour. He just wanted you there with him, so he could learn things about you that he didn’t already know and fall asleep with the scent of your faded perfume beneath his nose. He suggested that he’d sleep on the sofa because he knew that wasn’t what you were implying.

“I’ll stay on my side,” you offered. “Promise.”

That’s what he was afraid of. Charles was a respectful man, he wouldn’t cross boundaries without permission, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without your touch. The thought of your body lying so tantalisingly close to his while dressed in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts was driving him crazy.

“I’m a very good sleeper, you won’t even know I’m there.”

You couldn’t stop listing reasons for Charles to join you. He wished you would stop; his head was already full of so many.

“Well go and get comfy and I’ll join you in a minute,” In that moment he made the decision to give in knowing that if this was the only chance he got to lay in bed with you he'd take the opportunity, whether your bodies were intertwined or not. “Do you need a drink or anything?”

“A water would be great!” You smiled as you turned around and headed to the bedroom. Charles spent the next few minutes alone in the kitchen trying to convince himself that this was a bad idea. That it was wrong. You were his brother’s best friend and he shouldn't be this nervous or excited to lay next to you, but no matter how hard he tried to dislike the situation he couldn’t because it just felt right.

By the time he joined you in bed you’d already made yourself incredibly comfortable. He chuckled at the site of you tangled in the duvet before climbing in next to you. You laid facing each other and remained that way as you chatted about memories from the past. Childhood holidays and his earliest racing days to you latest life plans and hopes for the future. That's how you drifted to sleep, listening to his voice was more comforting than you'd like to admit. When you awoke in the morning you were unsure what terrified you more, the feeling of one of you completely reducing the few centimetres of space left between you or never knowing what Charles’ touch felt like.

*****

Maybe that’s why you were so unimpressed when Charles and Pierre joined the several of you seated around the long table on the patio with two unknown girls. The number of cocktails you’d consumed weren’t providing you with a great amount of rationality but then again it was difficult to justify being annoyed when you had no reason to be in the soberest of situations. The only person to blame was yourself, you’d had the chance to experience a night with Charles and a combination of your stubbornness, maturity and (let’s face it) fear of what could happen had meant that you’d missed out.

It was only as she threw her head back at one of his comments that it hit you, you were jealous. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years. Ever since your last relationship you had lacked almost every kind of emotion. You’d dated people since but that connection was never really there which is why you were full of confusion at the situation presenting itself to you. The feelings felt foreign to your body and you weren’t sure how to deal with them, so you did the one think that you were too young to do back then. Get drunk and try to forget about them for a night.

"Are you listening? Drink up, we're leaving in a second!" Arthurs voice provided a distraction from your thoughts whilst encouraging them. You tilted your head back as you finished the remainder of your champagne, your arm was already reaching out for the nearest bottle to see if you could sneak in a quick refill. You didn’t even like champagne but after having run out of cocktails about an hour ago you didn’t really have much choice. In any other situation you would’ve declined and waited until you were at the club but you weren’t really in the mood to sober up right now. You got up to follow everyone to the taxis, deciding that the bottle had too much in to be left at the table to waste, but not enough in that you couldn't finish it before you reached you destination. Putting the bottle to your lips this time, you took another gulp.

He noticed. He noticed the vast amount of alcohol you had consumed thus far. The unbothered façade you'd displayed during dinner was picked up by him the second he’d glanced in your direction. Your eyes often met his across rooms, at events, in the paddock, even at family dinners and it was always followed by a shared smile, but tonight you hadn't even looked at him and he couldn't stand it. Although he couldn’t be certain, he had a good idea what the cause was. Guilt was slowly consuming his thoughts. He shouldn’t have felt guilty, there was no real reason to, yet he did.

He knew if he had come alone you would've had a couple of drinks with dinner, just enough to prepare yourself for the club afterwards, allowing the sweaty people and sticky floor to become slightly bearable. He also knew that you weren't a huge drinker and that the lack of food you had consumed at dinner would only worsen the matter which was evident as he watched you fall into a taxi with Arthur and Carla as he climbed into a separate one with Pierre and, what they appeared to be to everyone else, their ‘dates’.

The club was busy, everyone excited to be back on the dance floor after its absence over the past year or two. Although it would've been nice to spend some more time with him, you were thankful that the crowds had engulfed you so you'd lose sight of Charles and her. You'd found your way to the middle of the dance floor and you remained there for hours losing track of time and somehow your friends too.

Unbeknown to you, Charles had lost his 'date' at the first chance he had. He'd met her on a boat during the day with Pierre and when his best friend had invited her best friend for dinner he felt bad for not doing the same. He was sitting at the bar with Pierre who'd picked up on the amount of attention he was paying you as you danced along with random strangers. The Frenchman questioned what he was doing when he noticed Charles tighten his jaw. Charles nodded his head in your direction and the pair watched as a man approached you.

The guy in front of you was only offering to buy you a drink but you knew you were way over your limit. You'd politely declined, naively assuming that he'd disappear back into the sea of faces but that wasn't the case. Your refusal clearly not accepted as he insisted. grabbing onto your arm in an attempt to pull you in the direction of the bar. Yanking your arm out of his grip you instantly managed to sober up as you came to the realisation you were going to have to fight this battle alone.

Charles knew you were a big girl, that you could handle yourself in almost any situation thrown your way, but as the guy reached out to touch you he could've sworn he moved quicker than his Ferrari. His presence shocked you as you flinched slightly at the unfamiliar grip on your waist.

"It's just me ma belle." Charles whispered calmly into your ear, placing a feather light kiss onto your cheek. Relief instantly washed over your body. You wished you could focus on the conversation that Charles was now having with the strange man in front of you but you couldn't. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of your skin heating beneath Charles' fingertips and the tingling sensation that lingered where he'd planted the kiss. He'd never touched you before, the brief hugs being the most contact you'd ever shared, and now he was standing in a club with his hand around your waist as he fended off a random guy who'd taken an interest in you. "I think we should head home." When Charles spoke it felt as though each word was coated in sex as it left his lips. He hadn't meant it in a sexy way, you knew that. He wanted to take you home so you were safe. However his intense grip on your waist and his stubble lightly grazing your cheek when he leaned in to speak to you was putting thoughts into your mind that you knew shouldn't be there.

You looked up at him, your eyes locking for the first time that night. Your eyes always showed a lot of emotion. Your body language was often hard to read but you always made eye contact when you spoke. He frequently used it to determine what mood you were in but this time he was met with one he'd never seen before. Despite them having a drunken glaze, your dilated pupils held a look of lust. He could've sworn you were mentally undressing him. You weren't. Instead you were thinking of how much you wanted him to undress you.

"I think that's a good idea." He could hear the smirk in your voice over the sound of the music as you let your lips gently brush his ear lobe while you spoke. He shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath in an attempt to pull himself together. You were disappointed when his hand left your side but satisfied when it quickly intertwined itself with yours. His skin was softer than you were expecting, the rough patches slowly disappearing over the summer break. Your hands remained that way as you walked through the streets of Mykonos. Neither of you spoke, you just remained in a comfortable silence. As the villa came into view Charles was basically marching down the street, his strides increasing as your little legs tried to keep up. He dropped your hand when he reached the door, searching his pockets for the key to unlock it.

The villa was colder than you were expecting, a shiver ran down your spine as the air con hit you. You headed towards the kitchen and grabbed your sweater off one of the bar stools, sliding it on over your outfit.

“So you’d let Carla drive your car huh?” his face instantly broke out in a smile as you relieved some of the tension between you both. “You know that’s not true.” Charles followed you to the kitchen and watched as you perched yourself on the edge of the counter. He poured a glass of water and took a sip before handing it to you which you gratefully accepted.

“You’d let your date drive it instead?” He rolled his eyes as he chuckled at your sarcasm, hoping that you’d forgotten about the girl he’d sat next to during dinner as quickly as he had. “How many girls get a turn before me?” Although he didn't let it show, your question had offended him slightly. Despite his popularity with women he was never one to disrespect them, especially not you. He took a step closer to you, standing directly in front of your legs that were pressed firmly together.

“You’re the only one I want to see in that seat mon Cherie,” That was one nickname that he’d never called you, yet it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly. He leaned against your legs and you slowly parted them so he could stand in between, closing the distance between you both. “I’d let you drive it again in a heartbeat.” Your eyes were fluttering between his eyes and lips, your stare only breaking when he leaned in to speak in your ear just like he’d done in the club. He placed a kiss on your cheekbone and slowly worked his way up to your ear.

“You looked very sexy behind the wheel of my car.” You locked your hands with his while he continued to speak, closing your eyes in a desperate attempt to try and calm your heart rate down. You wanted to say something back, engage more in the conversation, but for the first time in a long time you were at a loss for words. You loved driving, you'd often join the boys go karting growing up and learned to drive as soon as you could, so when Charles asked if you wanted to drive his Ferrari back to your home after your Harrods shopping trip you were more than excited. It was a nice change from the train ride you were expecting.

He'd watched your eyes light up when you realised he was being serious. It was the closest you'd ever been to driving something even remotely similar to an f1 car despite it being different in so many ways. Your smile was infectious as you put your foot down on the motorway, leaving London behind. You'd never even driven an automatic car so this was a completely new experience. He'd taught you how to use the paddles to manually change gears if you wanted to and how to shift through its different modes as you drove around. The only disappointing part of the journey was reaching your destination, your trip home considerably quicker than you would've wanted. After spending the whole time focused on going fast and not crashing, you'd selfishly not noticed how Charles was feeling throughout the drive.

He'd been trying to keep his eyes trained on the road in front of him but couldn't help steal a glance in your direction every now and then. He was always surrounded by fast cars, something he realised after seeing you sat in his driving seat he'd begun to take for granted. He felt overwhelmed with pride, he was the one who was making you this happy. He felt privileged seeing you this free as your hair flew around in the wind while you rested a hand out the side of the car, trying to resist the force of the air pushing it back. It was his turn to be selfish as he realised that he always wanted to keep that moment for himself. He didn't want anyone else to make you feel like this, give you this experience. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.

“Don’t go quiet now mon Cherie.” That nickname. Again. “I think we still need to discuss what happened in the shower.” You instantly snapped back into reality at the mention of the shower. His hand fell from yours and toyed with the bracelet on your wrist. The one that you nervously played with in situations like these. The one that he’d gifted you last year. The one with his name etched into it.

The morning that you'd woke up in Charles' bed you were alone. An empty bed was something you'd become accustomed to over the past couple of years but in this instance it made you awaken quicker. The note left on his pillow stopped you from worrying, he was out on a run.

You respected his commitment to his career and took the opportunity to go for a shower. The warm water felt refreshing against your skin, goose bumps slowly appearing across your skin at the sudden change in temperature. Rubbing Charles shower gel into your skin you closed eyes and lent your head against the tiled shower wall. It wasn't clear at what point you'd become so aroused, but the steam from the shower and the smell of Charles covering you definitely had something to do with it. You allowed your hands to roam your body, his name unexpectedly falling from your mouth as you brushed past your breasts. The careless use of his name had caused your eyes to widen and your hand to clamp over your mouth. It had left you lips so naturally but felt inappropriate to say aloud.

It wasn't until a few days later that you realised he'd heard. He almost hadn’t. If he’d unlocked the apartment a mere three seconds later your words wouldn’t have reached his ears. His run had been sweaty and he was still out of breath but his panting soon stopped. His eyes widened as he heard his name leave your lips and he froze. He didn’t want to announce his presence, he knew he wasn’t supposed to hear it and didn’t want you to feel embarrassed that he had. He didn’t know what to do. He felt as though he was invading your privacy but knew that if he shut the door you’d hear it close and know he was there. So instead he stuck his foot between the door and the doorframe to keep it slightly open as he waited for the sound of the shower to finish running. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, but he failed. All he could think about was you, in his shower, without him and how badly he wanted to join you, just so he could make his name fall from your mouth the way it just did over and over again.

You thought you'd gotten away with it. He'd entered the apartment just as you were stepping out the bathroom and he'd acted as cool as ever. The weekend was slowly becoming a distant memory that you were trying hard not to dwell on, hating that you were missing his presence so much already. It wasn't until you were at work the following week that it became apparent your secret crush was no longer a secret. You were in the office early, earlier than everyone else. That wasn’t unusual, you liked to be in early as it often meant you could leave earlier too. What was unusual was the box placed neatly on your desk.

Although the small parcel was addressed to you, you opened it with hesitation. A small gasp left your lips as your unwrapping revealed a red box, the golden engraving of the word ‘Cartier’ on top. Confused, you gently opened to box revealing a bracelet.

You placed it on your desk as you searched for a note. Despite it being awfully obvious who it was from, you wanted some kind of confirmation or, better yet, a reason as to why someone had put this into your possession. You'd spotted it in Harrods with Charles. You hadn't mentioned it, just spent a few minutes mindlessly staring at its beauty. There was no point even considering buying it for yourself, the price tag was close to your yearly salary. Eventually you found the note.

'I've heard you like to moan it'

You picked up the bracelet once more, analysing it as you did so. It was so discreet, discreet enough that if the note wasn’t a big enough hint you might never have realised. His name. Etched into the inside of the band in the same font as the word ‘Cartier'. Any other name and he wouldn’t have been able to get away with it. No one had picked up on its personalisation in the past year. It had remained your little secret.

You gulped loudly, unsure of what to say next. The dull lighting hid your cheeks as they flushed red with embarrassment, just like they'd done when you'd read his note. Luckily it was situations like these you considered your stubbornness a strength. "All I could thing about was how much I wanted you to touch me Charles." With your lips dangerously close to Charles' ear you'd somehow managed to complete your sentence with confidence. The conviction in your voice had satisfied Charles although it was obvious that he hadn't expected it as he pulled his head back slightly to look you in the eyes. It was the first time you'd seen them so dark out of his crash helmet. They didn't have the same teasing smile paired with them as they did only a few moments ago. For a brief moment your heart dropped. What if he was just teasing you and you'd taken it too far?

"Say something." Your voice was barely audible despite the eerie silence that had settled in the kitchen as Charles picked up on your nervousness. His expression softened but he remained silent, placing his forehead against yours and gently brushing your noses. You both very quickly realised there was no longer the need for words. The last thing either of you wanted to do right now was have a conversation about what was going on because quite honestly neither of you were sure. All you knew was that as soon as the space between your lips closed, there was no going back. You were craving each other's touch and it was as though the kiss you were yet to share would be the seal of approval you both needed to explore each other in a way you hadn't before.

You'd had enough of the teasing, enough of the wondering and what ifs, enough of wasting time without knowing how his lips felt against yours. You moved your head up slightly brushing your lips with his before releasing one of your hands from his grasp and placing it on the back of his head, pulling it down slightly. As soon as your lips pressed against his you became overwhelmed with emotions. You relaxed into it, it felt so right. His hands began to explore your body, one placed on your thigh and the other tracing lines up and down your back, sitting on the counter top had worked in your favour as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn't long before his tongue found yours as you let your hands snake beneath his shirt feeling his back and arms tense beneath you as he lifted you up from the side and placed you on the dining table which was at a slighter lower level.

His mouth left yours and you let out a small groan of frustration, he smiled at the sound as you realised he was only doing it to strip you of the sweater you'd not long ago put on, allowing him to rid you of it, not caring how cold it was anymore. In between the kisses he was placing down your neck you pulled his top over his head. Your eyes were trained to his shoulders as you admired him, only shutting when he re-joined your lips.

The sound of a key turning the lock at the front door caught Charles' attention. There was a high chance he'd consumed less alcohol than you tonight which is why he giggled slightly when you chose to ignore the sound and bring him back in for another kiss.

“WE’RE HOME” Arthur voice echoed round the villa. The sound of his brothers voice was enough for you to release him from your grip.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh, it’s 3am people will be sleeping.” Carla tried to whisper but the tiled walls carried the sound throughout the villa. You didn’t know if anyone else was home, you hadn’t checked and to be honest you hadn’t even thought about it. The only thing on your mind was Charles.

“Y/N and I are in the kitchen,” Charles called back. His eyes never left yours as he grabbed his shirt you'd thrown across the kitchen and redressed himself, not until Arthur stumbled through the door way knocking into chairs and making them squeal as the legs glided across the floor. You both watched as he regained balance and muttered a drunken apology before sitting himself on the floor.

"Good night Arthur?" you laughed slightly at the sight of him on the floor, he'd never been the most elegant drunk but at least he was entertaining.

"Great night." He confirmed as he laid himself down, a laugh leaving Carla's lips as she stared at the state of him. If someone had spoken to you a couple of hours ago you would've probably had a different opinion but as it turned out, you were starting to agree with him.

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Heyy🐨 May I have the brothers with a jealous MC??👀 how would the brothers react🤨? why is MC jealous🤔? it can be NSFW if you want🤭😏

only if you're comfortable🤗

remember to drink water and eat daily🥰

Heyy🐨 May I have the brothers with a jealous MC??👀 how would the brothers react🤨? why is MC jealous🤔? it can be NSFW if you want🤭😏

only if you're comfortable🤗

remember to drink water and eat daily🥰

yes! thanks for the reminder,drink a lot of water u too🖤

How the Brothers will react to MC being jealous.

warnings: NSFW (mostly Levi,Mammon & Satan)

✒Lucifer

He will notice right away that you are jealous since he is very aware of your body language and he is very attentive.

Still he will not waste the opportunity to tease a little even if he knows it's not the best thing to do.

He was talking to a lesser demon,they were talking about how to improve the learning system of RAD but he could notice the lust going through this succubis eyes. Lucifer can be a lot of things but he was not and will never be a cheater (50% because it will hurt you and 50% because his pride wouldn't even stand for it) but still decided to keep things professional.

Of course you didn't knew this since you were just watching from a distance, Asmo was by your side being surprised by two of his fans. "That succubi is trying to get Lucifer's attention,you should do something,MC" The Avatar of Lust cooed playfully.

There is two possible scenarios: you wait there where you are and act all high and mighty (since he likes that) or you approach them with an excuse.

If you decide to wait there and play a facade game with your boyfriend on who can get the other to explode on jealousy, then you will have to face an argument later. Lucifer was kind of insecure sometimes,you spent a lot of time with his brothers before he acknowledged his feelings and he knew that he didn't have as much time as they did. He felt like in an constant competition on who got more of you attention,him or any of his brothers. After you argued for a while about how that succubi was practically begin on their knees for him,Lucifer will give in. He knew you were correct but still it hurt his pride to let you know he was wrong. After that you can choose to whether have cuddles and a good dinner at Lucifer's room or a pleasant night having sex. Either way both are awesome.

But if you decide to approach them with an excuse just to get Lucifer's attention, he will be thrilled. His ego and pride being boosted knowing you wanted him and only him to give you his attention but still he was at work so you shouldn't bother him. If the excuse includes something real (like a meeting or a problem with his brothers) he will not be that pissed since you didn't interrupted out of just pure jealousy. If the excuse is something that could wait for him to finish,you are in for a punishment. Lucifer will take you to his room after dinner,he has been planning on this punishment since a few hours ago when the incident happened. He will tie you down,blindfold you and punish you the best way he knows: with pain. But don't misunderstand his intentions,he is giving as much pain as pleasure as he can. The feeling of you being edged and not being able to cum,your whines and the soft tremble in your voice when you beg for him to let you cum drives him insane. After a few minutes of begging he will do what he was waiting for,both of you enjoying the rest of the night together.

"Lucifer please just let me..."

"I told you to be quiet if you want to cum, stay still and don't you dare make a sound." He says with a dark grin on hia face.

✒Mammon.

It's normal for Mammon to get jealous out of the most minimal things but he was used to hide,afraid that if you knew about it you will break up with him.

Still this time he was not the one jealous, it was you. But you have it easy this time, he will be happy if you got jealous and make an scene clamming him as yours.

He was being surrounded by a few models he was posing with,you were seeing his face in the last Majolish edition and you could feel that ugly sensation building up in your chest. It was awful to feel that way and it was even worse when you could see the smile on Mammon's face waiting for you to make a comment about his photoshoot.

“You look good."

Your comment came out harder than expected and you could see his expression falling down a little.

"It's okay if you don't like it,MC." Mammon said with a sad note on his face then he left to his room and you were just standing there with the magazine on your hands.

It took you a while to go to his room to apologize but Mammon already had other plans in mind.

"Mammon I'm sorry for not being..."

"I don't want to hear it,now please come in and lock the door" he said,cutting you off.

You did as he said and got close to him, Mammon seemed angry and at the same time curious. His hands roamed from your hips and back a while before talking again.

"You are very ungrateful,you know that, treasure?" He asked slowly and with a rasping voice,Mammon was horny and feeling a little bit dominant today. It was not your lucky day,that was for sure.

"What do you mean,Mammon?" You asked feeling curious as well.

"You will find out now undress,get on the bed facing the pillows and if you hold at least one sound I'll not fuck you properly,got it?" He said grabbing both of your hands and pulling them behind your back, leading you to bed.

"Mammon I'm sorry I was jealous and it was not my intention to make you feel bad."

Mammon laughed softly and if it was another situation you might have laughed with him but it was not,he was already planning a proper thing to do so there was no escape.

“I know you were jealous I'm not dumb,ya know? But you got your moment of jealousy and I had to suck it up but now I want to get something in return so I want to hear you scream my name and if you decide to just hold yourself even a little I will not give you the pleasure to have my dick inside of you? I want everyone in this fucking house to now who you belong to. So get on the bed so I can get to work,gotcha?" He finishes and leaves a small kiss on your forehead before pulling your arms up and take your shirt off.

Safe to say that every single member of the house who walked past Mammon's door couls hear you begging for him to fuck you already.

✒Levi.

You were counting the hours since you got to Levi's room in order to get some attention from your beloved boyfriend but instead you had to sit and wait for him to finish gaming. The first times it happened it was cool,you were not the needy type so you could wait and he controlled himself a little to stop the gaming and give you that attention that both of you enjoyed so much.

But this time it was different,you have been laying on his tub for three hours straight and he didn't give a single fuck about it. Jealousy was kicking in and you wanted to stop him from talking with his friends about that one game that he could only play in squads so joining the team was not an option.

“I'll go now" you said more to yourself than for your boyfriend who didn't even hear you.

You went downstairs catching Asmo going out of his room and being fast to notice your state. He came to you and asked what was wrong with your attitude today,after you explained to him what happened he offered to calm you down with a spa night together. You were not so sure about it because at the time you were reconsidering going into Levi's room and talk but then Asmo said something you couldn't ignore.

"Levi is the Avatar of Envy so let's just have a spa night and I'll post some of it in my devilgram stories and be sure he is going to be as mad as you were just now." He said with a playful smile.

That was not going to end well but it was worth a try anyways. Both of you got to the kitchen and made drinks and grabbed some snacks before going to his bedroom and start with the whole thing. Asmo gave you a bathrobe and make sure to tie it so part of your chest was exposed before snapping a pic of both of you together in front of his full body mirror,sitting on the floor and drinking wine from two cups. But that was not enough for Asmo so he snapped a video of both of you putting the face masks on each other and writing "MC can always come to me when their bf doesn't give them the right attention🖤" before posting it on his story.

"Asmo open up!" Levi said from the other side of the door fifteen minutes after, his knocking was hard and persistent.

"I'm going jeez you are annoying." Asmo said with a huff before opening the door.

"So this is what you do when you need affection? You come to see him? Am I not enough for you,MC?" Leviathan asked angrily but deep inside it was his fear of you changing him talking. You got to him after coming out of the bathroom with your face already clean.

"Excuse me? I've been sitting on your tub for three hours straight waiting for you to finish you game and hearing you talk with your damn friends about how good are all of you,so don't you dare come to me trying to use the "am I not enough" card because when I try to show you you are,indeed,enough you just shove me off or hust ignore me. Now you can go if you want because Asmo and I are having plenty of fun here." You said back,now Levi was feeling way more angry and jealous than before.

"No,you are coming with me!" Levi said before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you on his shoulders. Then he started walking out of Asmo's room.

"Levi I think this is enough,you are making a scene!" You said trying to sound mad but deep down you were happy you were getting the attention you were craving for.

"I don't give a fuck." Levi huffed before getting to his room and pulling you out of his shoulders and taking the bathrobe out of your body.

"Levi..."

"No,listen up and listen up well,MC. I might not be the best but you are still my partner and only mine so if you want attention just say it,if you want me to stop playing I will but you better start being clear because I don't want to do this again." He said looking calm but his tail already popped out of his body and his horns were almost popping out too.

"I don't want you to stop doing what you like but you also like me,do me once in a while too." You said without thinking about it twice.

Levi blushed and ignored your needy eyes for a second before going to his door and putting the lock on it. He then came back to you and buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"Why do you gotta be so difficult sometimes? You can't go around making me feel this way every time,MC." Levi said before sucking the place his face was resting,you could feel his tail wrapping around your hips and brushing one of your legs with the tip of it.

"I can make you feel even better if you just sit and relax,please." You said closing your eyes and placing your hands on his tail making him moan softly.

"Are-are you going to ride me,MC?" Levi asked under his breath pulling his face out of your neck to look at you.

"Yes,and it's going to be best I've ever done but I need you to sit and relax so I can work." His eyes got darker and his tail abandoned your hips to wrap around your leg and start teasing you with the tip.

"I want you to suck my dick before and while you do it I want to fuck you with my tail." He says blushing and looking away.

"Bet,now get on your chair and let me suck you,please?" He nodded and sat on his gamer chair,you got on your knees un pulled his pants and underwear down with his help. When his cock was free it only took you a second to get your mouth to work and let your ears be blessed with Levi's moans. Before you could even think about it,Levi started stimulating you with his tail making you moan now. He was smirking but his smirk was quickly deleted by the loud moan who escaped from his mouth when you went to deepthroat. It was going to be a long afternoon and you will probably skip dinner.

✒Satan

As much as you didn't like to admit it,it was hard to see Satan help so many demons at the library but it was still cute to visit him once in a while to take him some tea to warm up his work a little.

And today you were there with a recently bought cup of steaming tea for your boyfriend who seemed occupied talking to a demon you didn't knew about.

"He is not doing nothing wrong,he is just talking with them,it's alright." You said to yourself.

But the chatting was not over so you just sat on one of the many tables at the library waiting for him,you were being irrational and not thinking clearly but you were not jealous,at least that's what you said to yourself. Ten minutes after you decided to move and go to Belphie who was the one who accompanied you to the library with the excuse that he needed a book but in reality he was just looking for a quiet place to sleep.

"Belphie,can we do something?" You asked the sleepy demon when you got to him,he yawned and looked at you with a playful smile.

"Yeah,gimme that cup of tea and let's just talk for a while... But only if you braid my hair." He said now smiling softly,you nodded with a smile and gave him the cup of tea who was originally for Satan.

You were talking for a while,Belphie still had some tea in his cup and half of his hair braided by you. Then Satan appeared and watched the two of you interact, the jealousy was building inside of him when watching both of you be so playful and intimate. You never braided his hair and he was sure that the cup Belphie put down just now was for him. He cleared his throat waiting for you to stand up and give him a kiss but instad you just looked at him and smiled before going back to finish the braiding.

"Hi Satan,we were waiting for you but you were busy so we got comfortable, isn't that right,MC?" Belphie said wanting to tease his brother and it worked.

“Yeah,I bought you some tea but I didn't want to interrupt you so Belphie drank it,by the way who was that demon? They seemed pretty cool." You said with a smile acting innocent and unbothered which drove Satan insane for a split second.

"They are certainly not important,I just finished my shift,can we go now?" He said fixing his uniform trying to look as unbothered as you were.

"Yes,I can finish your hair when you get home if you want to." You said to Belphie with a smile that he reciprocated and nodded.

"Have a good time,tell Beel I'll sleep here a few more hours before going home. Thanks for the hair,MC." He said hugging you before you got up of your seat.

Satan growled down his breath and waited for you to pick up your things like a gentlemen. Both of you started your way back home having a simple talk about your respective days. He didn't wanted you to feel annoyed by his jealousy so he didn't say anything until you mentioned that Lucifer helped you with some homework today before going to see him.

"What? Why didn't you ask me? I'm the one helping you with homework every single day." He said with an angry tone.

"I know but I also know you don't like when I go the the library to steal your attention when you are working so I just asked him to help me this time,I'm not going to do it every single day." You said with a happy smile,you knew your teasing was working.

"I know I said that but I can always make an exception for you." He smiles but it's just a facade,he was burning inside.

"Oh no,you can't make an exception for me every time I need help with something like homework so don't worry,okay?" You said rubbing his arm softly. He nodded and kept silent until you got home and he said he was going to take a bath.

You did the same thing and when you got out of the tub you saw a message from him saying that he needed help and if you could being your things from RAD to his room. You put on some clother quickly and did as he said. When you got there Satan gave you a simple kiss and locked the door.

"I know I shouldn't feel jealous about things that are insignificant but I can't help but to think about why would you choose to do something as important as homework with Lucifer and not with me. So tell me MC,do you think Lucifer is smarter than me?" He asked with a terrific smile that send shivers down your back.

"No,I will never doubt your knowledge." You said,your voice trembling a little.

"Why are you so scared,my little lamb? Now we are going to do more homework but with a reward,for every question you answer right I'll pound into you but if you answer wrong I'll just stay still and use you as a cockwarmer and you better don't move. Do I have permission to use you,dear?" He asked,you nod and got rid of your pants and underwear and positioned yourself on his cock,your back facing him and your arms resting on the sides of the desk.

Everything went alright,he was already pounding into you when you got it wrong and he stopped.

"Satan please please please." You whined,he shaked his head slightly and spread one of your legs so his cock went even deeper making you moan again.

"You don't deserve it,now tell me everything you know about the first pandemic that occurred in the Devildom and don't you dare move,darling." The blond said watching you squirm and fight your need to move.

✒Asmo

He is easy to get jealous and you knew it and that's why you decided to go working out with Beel and came back both of you sweating a lot. Asmo found out that he likes to see you sweating for the mere fact that you also sweat when he keeps you up for more than your fragile human body can take. But this time he was not the only one jealous. Having to deal with his fans club was a pain in the ass,they were not disrespectful towards you but you knew they wanted Asmo all for themselves and,surprise! So did you.

"Asmo if you are going to get inside smelling like 20 different demons at least just spray some perfume." Levi said scrunching his nose and walking away.

"You are just jealous I get to have all the demons I want." Asmo replicated amd then sat right besides you wanting a kiss.

"Hey,how are you doing?" You asked ignoring his needs,your eyes into the book in your hands not being able to even look at your boyfriend.

"I want a kiss,MC." He said snuggling against you a little bit more.

"And I want you to stop smelling like other demons but I can't have what I want and it seems like neither can you." You said letting the jealousy speak.

Asmo gasped and put his hands on his chest dramatically,Lucifer chuckled softly from the other side of the common room and you were still not looking at him.

"I can't avoid it,darling. Those demons want my attention and I have to give it to them,I cant help when they want to snuggle up against me or just to get closer to feel my scent but if it makes you feel better,there are things they will never be able to experience with me and you can!" He said happily,kissing your cheek.

"Fine,I'll go to my room." You said still angry,the sound of Asmodeus whinings filled the air as you walked away.

After a few minutes whining to Lucifer about what might have gotten into your head,Lucifer told him a few things.

"They are jealous,Asmo. MC was trying to not punch you in the face when Levi made that comment about you smelling like other demons." Lucifer said while going through paperwork.

"How is that they can be jealous? I'm loyal to them and they should now it already." Asmo hissed feeling a little bad about his actions.

"How do you feel when MC goes to you and they smell like one of us? It's almost the same thing with the difference that MC can't tell when you smell like other demons." Lucifer explained to his younger brother making him feel bad about his actions.

He did remembered all those times you got to him smelling like one of them and he made sure to infest you with his scent so his brothers knew you were with him but you couldn't do that because humans don't have a different scent,they all smell the same.

"You should apologize." Lucifer said after watching Asmo stand there,struggling to know what to do next.

"I won't,it's my nature and they have to accept it." Asmo said angrily,surprising Lucifer. He could almost see pride going through his brothers.

"Remember that you are not the only one after MC,Asmo. And if I didn't get things wrong,they are going out with Mammon today." The oldest said trying to make his brother rethink his actions but it didn't work.

"Fine they can do whatever they want,it's not like I'm the one jealous." And he went to his room to have a rampage alone.

And you were not going to apologize either so it was like a dead end,at least that's how Asmodeus saw the situation.

Lucifer's words were floating through his mind and he knew that if he wasn't fast enough to find a solution one of his brothers would offer his shoulder to cry on and he couldn't let them take advantage of a simple mistake like this.

He was going out of his room when he found you at his door getting ready to knock. He was shocked so when you asked him if you could talk it was like if someone threw cold water to him.

"I know I should not feel jealous but I can't avoid it. There's millions of people out there that are really willing to give you everything you need and want without putting any type of limit and maybe that's what you want but I can't give you that,Asmo. So I get it if you want to end things here." You said looking away from his peachy eyes and red cheeks.

"What? No,MC! I'm not letting you go this easily,I'm not going to stand here and watch you walk away because that's not how I do things and neither do you! I can make an effort and you can be honest with the things I do that you don't like because I am honest and you should too so... Please,don't leave everything that we have now." Asmodeus says with a shaky voice and teary eyes.

"Asmo I don't want to leave you."

"Then don't." He says embracing you in a hug and pushing you to bed so both of you could cuddle.

"MC,darling... Do you want to have sex now? Like a reconciliation type of sex." Asmo says in a low tone after a while cuddling together,you laugh loudly and he smirks.

"Fine but it has to be quick because Satan is making dinner and he won't wait for us." You say,getting on top of him to kiss him.

"The good things I can do can't be done quick,MC." Asmo hissed before pulling his clothes off.

✒Beel.

It was after a game,you were taking him snacks when you could notice some demons talking to him. You knew about them because he told you about their existence as soon as they approached him but there was something off about these people.

And then you saw it,one of them was caressing Beel's arm and he was highly uncomfortable and it was obvious (at least to you). So you went there.

"Hi guys,sorry for interrupting but my boyfriend and I have a date planned and I need him to come with me." You said with a very obvious fake smile making them growl at you like dogs.

"Let's go." Beel said taking your hand and pulling you away from them.

"How can they be so disrespectful? Everybody knows we are dating and you were clearly uncomfortable and now you probably smell like them and ugh..." You growl when you are already away from them.

"You are cute when you are jealous." Beel says smiling,he liked when you talked about him as yours and yours only.

"I'm not jealous I'm just saying that they should respect you." You say looking in your bag for the snacks you brought him.

"It's okay if you are jealous,MC." Beelzebub says when you hand him a pair of snacks.

"I'm... I am jealous,of course I am jealous but it's stupid because you don't even gave me reasons to be jealous and it wasn't even your fault you were just being polite." Beel takes you with one of his hands and pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"MC you don't have to be jealous,I have eyes for you and you only. You are the only person I can be with without my stomach bothering me." He says with a soft smile.

"I love you,a lot. You know that,don't you?” You ask giving the same type of smile to your tall and cute boyfriend.

"Let's go home,I'm kinda hungry now." He says taking your hand and starts walking.

"I was so mad I didn't even noticed your stomach growling,sorry." You said,blush crossing your cheeks in embarrassment.

"Um... That's not the only type of hungry I was talking about." He says blushing.

"Oh..."

Both of you are blushing hard and the few people around can only see you with happy eyes,love was not something that Devildom was used to see so it was heart warming at some point even for some demons.

When both of you got home (and after he got something to eat) it was time for him to eat again. Leaving you softly in his bed after checking on that Belphie was sleeping somewhere else but their room, Beel asked for permission before pulling down your underwear and get to work.

He was not only being fed by your beautiful self but his mind was going 1000 miles per minute as you kept moaning his name and praising him.

"Beel oh Lord you are amazing." You whined after you already cum twice just for his mouth.

He didn't say anything but instead positioned himself on your entrance and got into you slowly as you grabbed the sheets trying to take him all at once. Both of you being consumed by lust as he pounded into you with no shame at all and you whined his name over and over again.

✒Belphie

This was an odd one,he was not the type to catch on when someone flirted with him but he was not an idiot and he was getting pissed at two lesser demons who were flirting with him at RAD's cafeteria as he waited for you to come back from a meeting with Lucifer and Diavolo.

"I know you have someone in your life but we can join if you want us to." They said to him.

"I thinks it's pretty obvious that he is not interested on any of you so you can shove off now." You said,every single of your words having the right amount of venom.

"Ugh,humans are nasty anyways." One of them said and both walked away.

"I was just trying to sleep." Belphie said feeling annoyed as you were.

"It's okay,I don't mind." You said very safe of your words but it wasn't true at all.

You knew Belphie was not about dating other people but it was affecting you anyways and your boyfriend could tell.

"You know I only want you so don't get that head of yours tells you otherwise, okay MC?" he said with his sleepy voice.

You smiled and nodded but you could feel something was off inside you.

That day when both of you got home you remember what Mammon once said to you. “humans have their special smell and all of us smell a little bit like you,when you get physical with any of us your scent sticks to us for a couple of days." So you put your plan going and decided to infest Belphie with your scent in the best way possible.

"MC? You seemed anxious on the phone,is everything okay?" Belphegor asked getting in the attic.

"It certainly is but I want to have some time alone with you and I was getting a little bit anxious when you didn't show up." You explained to him with a little smile.

He smiled and walked towards you,feeling the list built up inside him. His hands got to your neck and pulled you into a kiss that was getting more and more steamy every second.

"Belphie,I want to mark you." You said when you two broke the kiss to start undressing.

"Then please do." He said under his breath, ready to have a very hot night.

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Research Purposes (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Bearded Jay Smut

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

A/N: I know the timeline is off but just go with it.

Sitting at the bar, you couldn’t help where your eyes wandered across the room. You were at Trudy and Mouch’s wedding, and even though it was a joyous occasion you were kind of ready to go home from the start. The night before you had discovered your ex-fiancé and the new girl in intelligence were dating, and it was safe to say you were drowning in your sorrows. You and Adam had been broken up for almost a year, but you still loved him and in the back of your mind you just hoped time would give you both the perspectives you needed and you would be back together. You had no right to be upset, but you were having trouble convincing yourself of that. The night was starting to wind down, as you downed a shot. You had held it together for Trudy wanting her to have the best day ever, but since they had left a few minutes prior you were ready to get drunk enough you couldn’t remember your own name.

“You know the longer you sit still the harder it’s gonna hit when you stand.” Jay teased sliding in next to you.

“Good.” You sighed, turning around to take another drink.

“Well in an effort to ensure I don’t have to carry you out of here would you like to dance?” He asked, holding his hand out to you. Contemplating for a minute he smiled when you took a hold of his hand following him out to the dance floor. Frank Sinatra played in the background while his hands slowly moved to rest on your hips. You and Jay were friends. You worked together and were around each other a lot. You got along well, and you weren’t afraid to admit he was an attractive guy, but you had always been locked in on Adam. So, your friendship never even toed the line. You never even thought about it, until tonight.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say you found out.” Jay whispered into your ear looking down at you.

“Found out about what?” You eyed him curiously until he nodded towards where Hailey and Adam sat laughing together.

“Wait..you know?” He nodded, “How long has it..?”

“I only found out a week or two ago so it probably hasn’t been that long.” He shrugged,“How’d you find out?” He continued. Sighing your hands rested on his chest.

“Today was actually supposed to be Adam and I’s wedding day. Before we decided to push it. So, I kind of went down a dark hole after the rehearsal dinner and went to see him. When he answered the door I saw her come out of his room.” You chewed on your lip.

“Oh fuck. What’d you do?” He pried.

“I made some excuse about not being able to find something I needed for today so I thought I might’ve accidentally left it there when I moved out or left or whatever. I was just going to leave, but then I had to pretend to look for it, and when I went into his room a bunch of her stuff was there. You know in the dresser I used to use.” You recounted the night before swallowing hard.

“That sounds awful. I’m sorry.” He shook his head pulling you closer as he moved a hand to rub your back.

“Yeah it wasn’t my finest moment. I’ve been avoiding him all day,” you chuckled blinking tears away, “How are you feeling about it?” You looked up at him hoping to shift the focus off you.

“What do you mean? Why would I care?” He masked.

“Come on Jay.” You scoffed giving him a look.

“I don’t have any say in what or who she does.” He said.

“How do you let it roll off you so easily? Not let it bother you?” You wondered.

“I want her to be happy, and wishing that I was the one over there isn’t going to do anything for either of us.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “You deserve to be happy. You deserve to have fun too right?” He continued.

“I don’t know. I guess.” You replied.

“You do, and that is why you’re out here dancing with me.” He smiled, spinning you effortlessly, causing you to laugh. You and Jay would spend the next hour talking and dancing letting your minds push away the two people across the room.

Jay and you were caught up in conversation, your bodies practically up against each other causing heat to surface on your face at the feeling of his hands holding you close. His tie now hung loosely on his shoulders, the top few buttons of his dress shirt open, and his sleeves had been rolled up allowing you to see the veins throughout them. You had never realized how attractive he actually was until you were this close, eyes counting the freckles that covered his face.

“Incoming.” he mumbled looking over your shoulder; breaking you out of your thoughts. You turned to see Adam walking towards you.

“No no no.” You whined hands gripping Jay’s shoulders tighter. Adam clearing his throat when he reached you,

“May I cut in?” He asked, looking between the two of you. A glint of confusion present in his face. Jay’s eyes shifted from him to you, registering your panic of having to face him right now.

“Uh actually I just offered to take her home. We were just heading out.” Jay attempted to save you.

“Oh well we’re going to be going right past your place we could just drop you off so Jay doesn’t have to go out of his way, and I’d actually really like to talk to you for a sec-“ Adam started to grab your hand.

“No it’s all good. No big deal. I already promised her I would.” Jay stepped slightly in front of you.

“Yeah I’m just going to go grab my coat and say bye to Sylvie. See you on Monday.” You pointed walking off to leave Adam and Jay alone on the dance floor. “You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled softly when Jay fell back by your side.

“He shouldn’t get what he wants all the time.” Jay shrugged.

“So is the ride offer actually on the table?” You asked.

“Of course.” He smiled helping you put your jacket on before pulling his on and heading out to his truck.

Walking outside you had made it almost to his truck ensuring you were far enough away from the door that people wouldn’t be watching before grabbing onto his arm to stop him. This could be a terrible, horrible idea, but that thought didn’t seem to over power your want.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, turning to face you where you leaned against the brick wall.

“You know I had every intention of waking up tomorrow either horribly hungover, or in someone else’s bed, and considering you prevented the latter..” You trailed off looking up at him.

“Are you serious?” He asked after a few seconds of silence.

“I’ve been holding out, hoping for something to change with him. I’m done waiting around.” You admitted weakly.

“I don’t want to just be some outlet to make Adam jealous.” He shook his head.

“This isn’t about him. This is about me and what I want. For once.” You laid a hand against his neck.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He whispered stepping closer to lay a hand against the cold brick, body just inches away from yours.

“Jay, I am going home with someone tonight, and I really hope it’s you.” You bargained. You hadn’t done this in months, and you were just ready to let all the pent up need out. Jay searched your face for hesitation before leaning in to capture your lips. You quickly responded, hands wrapping around his neck to pull his body against yours. Letting him take control of the kiss when his fingers moved to tightly grasp your jaw. Tongue slipping into your mouth in time with the movement. You hummed when he nipped at your lip pulling away to take heavy breaths.

“My place?” He whispered lips almost up against yours again. Nodding quickly you reached into his coat pocket fishing out the keys to unlock the vehicle. Chuckling he took them from you opening the passenger door to help you in before walking to the drivers side and starting the truck. You could see him looking at you from the corner of his eye as you chewed on your bottom lip appreciating his features lit up from the street lights. He turned to wink at you before putting the truck into drive and heading towards his apartment.

The silence was tense and a little bit awkward as you started to second guess your forwardness. You weren’t just using him to get back at Adam, right? You were a grown woman and you had needs. Needs that hadn’t been met in far too long, and the person that was going to satisfy them just so happened to be your co-worker from the same unit. That’s all. It was all coincidence. Plus Jay was hot. Everyone knew that. Why couldn’t you enjoy that fact when the opportunity presented itself? “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Jay asked jarring you out of your thoughts.

“Nothing. I just..I don’t know. Kinda embarrassed.” You admitted shrugging.

“Why?” He questioned grabbing a hold of your hand.

“I could’ve approached that better instead of acting like a horny teenager.” You laughed looking down.

“I would be lying if I wasn’t hoping you’d say something though.” He looked over at you grinning.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I mean you’re obviously beautiful and I thought we had a great night together, but I didn’t want to overstep bounds or make it awkward. I was just hoping you picked up the same vibe I was catching. I’m not the greatest at saying what I want.” He chuckled. Shaking your head you looked down smiling to yourself, feeling a little lighter in the knowledge that he wanted you too. Lifting the center console up you scooted closer to him. “Well hello.” He smirked, hand falling onto your thigh.

“I like your beard.” You smiled running your fingers through it. The last time you had seen him with one was when Erin left, and the only time before that was when he had been kidnapped. Remembering the bruises that accompanied the facial hair. Tracing his face where they had healed completely.

“Yeah?” He replied smiling at the gentleness of your hands as you admired his face.

“Yeah, I think you should keep it.” You voiced your opinion.

“Maybe I will.” He squeezed your thigh when you leaned over to lay soft kisses along his neck, nipping at his ear as you moved your palm over the crotch of his jeans. You felt his breath hitch at the movement, letting out a low growl when your lips attached right below his ear, heel of your hand pressing down simultaneously. “Oh god, I can’t wait to get you inside.” Jay whispered, breaths becoming labored at the insistent pressure of your hand. Quickly pulling into the parking garage of his apartment two minutes later. Putting the truck into park he let his eyes fall shut, head falling back onto the rest his hips finally moving up in time with the movement of your palm. The sight before you and the feeling of his obvious arousal already causing moisture to gather between your legs. Giving him a couple more rocks of pressure before slipping your hand up his shirt to rest on his stomach.

“Jay?” You whispered pressing a gentle kiss against his jaw, his facial hair tickling your nose. He turned his head to look at you, pupils already visibly darker than before. “I want you.” You stated. He grinned giving you a quick but hard kiss before shutting his truck off and guiding you towards the elevator. Pushing you against the wall as soon as the doors closed mouth molding over yours, hands bracketing you in against the wall. “Mmm.” You hum when his lips start to trail down your jaw. “Someone could walk in.” You remind him head falling back to give him more access. The dinging as you pass each floor prevalent in the background.

“Don’t care.” He growls lifting one of your legs to rest on his hips, fingers moving up your thigh, starting to move your panties to the side when the elevator comes to a stop on his floor. “I don’t think it’s ever moved that fast before.” He joked letting your leg down and grabbing ahold of your hand to pull you towards his apartment before pulling his keys out to unlock it and ushering you inside. “Do you want anything to drink?” He asked casually as he set his keys down slipping off his shoes, ridding your heels in the process you giggled stepping towards him to take the lapels of his jacket in your hands.

“I’m definitely thirsty but not for water.” You winked pulling him back towards your lips, before you pushed the jacket off his shoulders. Beginning to unbutton his dress shirt his hands moved down to your ass, lips breaking from yours long enough for him to whisper,

“Jump.” You let him pick you up, shedding his shirt on the way towards his bedroom.

“You have too many clothes on.” You sighed when he laid you down on the end of his bed tugging the bottom of his shirt. Laughing he stood up to pull it over his head for you.

“You haven’t taken one piece of clothing off and I’m the one that’s wearing too much?” He teased falling back on top of you.

“Lucky for you, you’ll find there’s next to no obstacles once this comes off.” You snapped the strap of your dress. Jay eyes trailed down your body slowly, hands following as he pulled you up to slide the zipper down slowly, lips falling to your collarbone in the process.

“Tell me if this is okay.” He hesitated sliding the straps down.

“It’s okay, Jay.” You voiced helping him pull the tight dress from your body. Face instantly blushing when you looked up to see his eyes wandering all over you, left in only your panties.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He complimented hands squeezing your hips.

“Your voice is really sexy when you’re turned on.” You blurted out, causing Jay to laugh.

“Well I can assure you I am in fact very turned on right now.” He grinned nuzzling your neck.

“Can I..?” You asked tugging on the button of his pants popping it open when you felt him nod. He breathed a quiet sigh at the pressure being released when you opened his zipper, pushing them to the ground with his help. He returned back on top of you leaning down to press his mouth to yours, moving slowly to appreciate the action. In no hurry for this to end. Your hand trailed from his chest to his stomach, tip of your finger sneaking under the hem of his boxers. His hips involuntarily bucking at the anticipation, coaxing your mouth open with his tongue. Reaching further down you took a hold of him giving him an experimental squeeze earning a groan against your lips. Beginning to slowly move your hand his forehead fell against yours eyes closing while his hips began to move in rhythm. Swiping your thumb across the tip, gathering the precum that had started to leak out. He watched as you brought it to your mouth, licking it off your finger to enjoy the taste of him. Breath hitching at the sight, seemingly flipping a switch in him as he lunged forward capturing your wrists and forcing them above your head, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss. Roughly biting at your lip before moving down your body. Stopping first at your chest. His teeth nipped at the skin, laying soft kisses all over before taking ahold of your left breast tongue swirling around your nipple. Other hand pinching and rolling the right between his fingers. Swallowing a moan your legs opened further letting him slide between them more comfortably. His mouth moved farther south as his fingers gently started to make soft circles to your center outside of your underwear. Sighing your hips moved slightly trying to get more pressure as you felt Jay smile against your hip bone. Teasingly his fingers fumbled with the side of your underwear occasionally swiping his finger inside while his mouth bit and sucked the inside of your thighs no doubt leaving a few marks. “Oh, yeah you’re keeping the beard.” Your fingertips dug into his head, goosebumps rising at the rough feeling of his facial hair against your thighs, jaw tightening, not wanting to make a sound.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], are you insinuating we will be doing this again?” He looked up at you, eyebrow raised, cocky smirk on his lips.

“Stop talking.” You ordered, face going a little red.

“If I remember correctly you just said my voice was sexy.” He quipped.

“And if I remember correctly you were in the middle of something.” You pushed his head back down.

“As you wish.” He winked teeth grazing the inside of your thigh as he moved closer and closer to your core. Your legs were starting to shake at the anticipation, your mind picturing your juices covering his mouth and throughout his beard.

“Jay, please.” You actually whined when he laid a kiss on your clit outside of your panties.

“I just wanted to hear you say my name. I can tell you’re trying to hold back, but all I want is to hear you [Y/N]. Helps me figure out the best way to make you feel good.” He admitted hooking his fingers into your panties and slowly sliding them down your legs before tossing them to the floor, “Let me hear you baby. Let me know I’m doing a good job.” He reminded you before his mouth connected to your center, eliciting a moan that you wouldn’t have been able to hold back even if you tried.

“Such a pretty sound, sweetheart.” He commented, before his tongue swirled around your clit, gently sucking it. Head falling back you let yourself give into every sensation. The way his hands pinned your hips down, preventing you from moving. The way his tongue worked you so soft and smooth like he did the research on exactly how your pussy was structured so he could hit every sweet spot imaginable. The way he pushed a finger in slightly curling it up to perfectly hit your g-spot over and over again while his tongue flicked against your clit. The way his stubble burned against your thighs only heightening the realization that this was Jay. Jay Halstead: your co-worker, friend, and apparently now fuck buddy. Your legs started to shake, hips trying their hardest to fight their way out of his grasp, uncontrollable noises flowing from your lips, knot growing tighter with each tap of your sweet spot.

“J-Jay.” You warned, hoping he could hear your voice that was barely there. Your fingers tightening in his hair, the other one moving down to his cheek, thumb rubbing over the roughness.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He encouraged fingers moving faster, tongue licking harder. This was Jay Halstead and he was eating you out like no tomorrow, and with that thought your thighs came up to trap his head, back arching as you screamed out the knot inside of you unraveling hard.

Legs falling back apart you released him and Jay made his way back up your body. Kissing you, taste of yourself covering his mouth. “That was beautiful.” He smirked, cupping your cheek.

“That was incredible, how did you even learn how to do that? It’s like you knew my body better than I do.” You laughed still a little light headed.

“Everyone is different. You just have to pay attention to the signs. For example I already know you’re not going to be able to cum from just penetration. Just like you have a hard time cumming from just oral. You need the best of both worlds. I always knew you were high maintenance.” He joked.

“You already have me all figured out.” You rolled your eyes, but. what he was saying was true. You don’t know how he came to the conclusion, but you weren’t about to complain.

“If you want to stop here I completely understand. We don’t-“ He started to say when you cut him off.

“And deprive myself of discovering whether your dick game is as good as your head? No thank you.” You grinned starting to push his boxers down.

“Well I could never live with myself if I left you wondering.” He shrugged, getting up to push the last remaining piece of clothing between you two to the ground before reaching over to fish a condom out of his nightstand. You took a hold of him again, twisting your hand up and down his shaft to make sure he was fully ready. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, rolling it on with your help. “You’re absolutely sure about this?” He asked again, positioning his dick at your entrance.

“Yes, completely.” You nodded.

“Just tell me if you want to stop at any point.” He reiterated, leaning down the rest of the way to kiss you when he started to push in. Groaning you focused on his tongue slipping into your mouth knowing the pain would subside soon, and a few short thrusts later the pleasure started to seep in.

“Ahh fuck.” You moaned relaxing into him.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled feeling the way you loosened more for him still making small movements, knowing there was no way he would be able to go hard right away, but within a few strokes your pussy started to clench him even harder than before. “Baby, you gotta loosen up for me or I’m not gonna be able to move at all without blowing it.” He groaned biting his lip, hips shuttering.

“I’m sorry you just feel so good.” You cried, it wasn’t your fault. Well not really anyway you had a hard time controlling it.

“Okay okay okay.” You closed your eyes, begging yourself to relax when he hit your g-spot for the first time. “Shit!” You cursed nails digging into his shoulder blades. “Right there. Again. Please.” You informed him, but you knew he was already aware as he hit it again before you were finished talking. He took one of your legs positioning it on his shoulder as he bracketed himself above you. Hitting harder this time, earning a loud moan from you. “Jay, faster. Please baby.” You begged.

“You feel incredible [Y/N]. I’m gonna cum so hard. Jay moaned above you.

“Your dick feels amazing babe. I love that I get to make you cum.” You reciprocated attempting to move with him. His thumb moved down to start rubbing circles on your clit in time with his long thrusts. “I h-hope you think a-ahhh-about this every time you - fuck - see me at w-work this week.” You got out between heavy breaths.

“I’m not going to be able to think about a-anything else baby. How f-fucking good you taste. How much I loved being between your legs e-eating you up. How good your pussy feels s-stretched around my cock. Holy fuck [Y/N] I’m so fucking close. Fuck fuck fuck, [Y/N].” He screamed louder with each word, collapsing onto you as he worked through his high, but you were already gone. Pulsating around his dick the minute he reminded you how good he looked between your thighs. Opening your eyes just in time for you to watch his orgasm and to catch your name falling off his lips with a few curse words.

“Is it true?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, heavily breathing being the only sounds that filled the room.

“Is what true?” He replied confused when he started to pull out of you before carefully disposing of the filled condom.

“You’re going to think all that stuff when you look at me this week?” You explained, causing him to chuckle still breathless.

“Maybe not every time, but I’d confidently wager 80% of the time.” He smirked rolling over to kiss you, “unless you don’t want me to?”

“Well it wouldn’t be fair for me to be thinking about it and not give you permission to as well.” You shrugged, knowing full well this wasn’t disappearing from your mind anytime soon. You got up to use the restroom as Jay cleaned himself the rest of the way.

“Is he bigger than me?” Jay asked, when you walked back into the room.

“I am not answering that question.” You laughed loudly laying back down beside him.

“Why not? It’s for research purposes. You know purely for your benefit.” He smirked down at you.

“Oh yeah? How so?” You urged.

“I just gotta know the level of game I have to bring. Should I be more focused on the motion or does the size make up for it?” He gestured south.

“Motion is always more important than size.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think that’s true.” Jay scrunched his eyebrows,“Next time this happens I’ll just use my finger and remind you of what you just said.”

“I said it was more important. I didn’t say it’s not important at all, but I can assure you the level of game you brought tonight is better than I could’ve imagined.” You smiled completely satisfied.

“I totally am.” He decided, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“So what’s the plan here?” You changed the subject.

“I think that all depends on what you want.” Jay answered.

“Well..I’m not going to deny this was fun and you did say I need to have more fun.” You shrugged sheepishly.

“So then we keep having fun.” Jay said simply.

“But we need ground rules.” You laid your chin on his chest looking up at him.

“Okay..” He looked down at you waiting for you to continue.

“Like I don’t know..is this purely friends with benefits? Do we go out for dinner sometimes? Do I bring you coffee in the morning?” You started to list the things running through your head.

“If you want to bring me coffee and dinner, who am I to tell you no?” He joked causing you to sigh.

“Jay, I’m serious.” You pushed.

“Can’t we just kind of roll with it?” He asked, hand rubbing up and down your back.

“I guess I’m just scared of what will happen if they find out.” You admitted.

“So what if they do?” He seemed unfazed.

“You’re not concerned at all how Hailey would react?” You asked.

“I like her. I really do. That’s not a secret, but she’s sleeping with Adam. Why should we have to wait around and agonize over it? You deserve to be just as happy as he does [Y/N].” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“What if this turns into some fanfiction shit where we end up having feelings for each other?” You giggled.

“Well then I hope the author writes us a happy ending.” He smiled kissing you on the forehead. “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty tired after that performance.” He yawned. You agreed, waiting for him to slide further down into his bed before pulling you back into his side, your head falling back down on his chest.

“Promise me you’re not going to freak out in the morning.” He whispered kissing the top of your head after a few minutes of silence.

“I promise.” You replied kissing his chest before letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

Waking up the next morning you felt the heat before your eyes even opened. Quickly registering that you were laying on someone. Slowly opening your eyes you looked around the semi dark room, black out curtains trying to reduce the amount of light peeking through. You knew who it was, but you had to confirm it. Gently sitting up you were met with Jay’s figure still sleeping beside you. Oh shit. You started to panic, memories of the night before suddenly flooding your mind. Remembering the things you did, the things you said. Eyes darting around the room you started to contemplate an escape. You’d sneak out and pretend like this never happened. That’s probably what Jay would want you to do anyway and-

“Lay back down and stop freaking out.” Jay grumbled beside you, eyes still closed. You reached for the sheet to cover your still bare body.

“How did you even-“ You began to ask causing Jay to smirk.

“I’m a detective for a reason, [Y/L/N]. Come back to sleep.” He urged pulling you back into his chest.

“It’s probably just a better idea if I leave.” You sat back up causing him to sigh heavily.

“You promised me you weren’t going to freak out.” Jay reminded you.

“I’m not freaking out.” You tried to defend, voice squeaking a little.

“Then stop biting your lip.” He challenged. Stopping your actions you looked over to still see his eyes closed.

“Okay seriously how the hell-“ You started

“I know you better than you think.” He opened his eyes to look up at you, dark circles obvious under them reminding you of late the two of you were up last night a blush covering your cheeks at the thought. “What’s going on, what are you thinking about at 6:30 in the morning?” He asked, looking at you like you were crazy after seeing the time on his alarm clock.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged looking away from him.

“C’mon talk to me.” He pushed sitting up to face you where you clung tight to the sheet that was also still covering him up to his hips.

“I just said a lot of stuff last night that’s kinda embarrassing looking back on it now.” You admitted remembering distinctly how you encouraged him to fuck you.

“Like?” He urged making you groan.

“I am not answering that.” You shook your head looking around the room for any piece of clothing.

“I can’t think of a single thing that didn’t sound incredible coming out of your mouth.” He shrugged just as you found a shirt slipping it on before realizing it was his.

“It’s probably just a good idea for me to leave.” You sighed contemplating what to do.

“We’ve gotten like 3 hours of sleep. Please lay back down.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Jay.” You sighed running a hand down your face.

“Just come back to bed and let me cook you breakfast later. Then if you want to leave you can.” He bargained, voice still raspy from lack of sleep. Your mind was all over the place. You did want to be here, and last night was great and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping for a morning encore. That’s what friends with benefits were for right? But how would this end? You just didn’t want to get hurt again somehow, but maybe that was just something you had to risk.

“Only if you make French toast.” You reasoned making him grin.

“That can be arranged.” He lifted his arms to pull you back to his chest.

“Your voice is sexy in the morning too.” You whispered after a few minutes, hoping he was asleep already.

“I think it’s a little worn out from all the sounds you had me making last night.” He retorted making you giggle.

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slasherbaby · 4 years ago

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Danny Johnson Kinky Alphabet

warnings: nsft, choking, knifeplay, stalking, consensual-nonconsent

𝓐 is for After-Care

‣ He is very big on aftercare. If there was any impact play involved (or anything rough enough to leave marks) he’ll insist on it. He’ll kiss every bruise, massage all over your body, and (if he spanked you) rub lotion on the more sensitive areas he hit. If you let him take some photos of you during it, it’s even better. Running you a warm bubble bath, massaging your shoulders, bringing you water and some snacks. Just let him snap a few pictures of your relaxed face as you enjoy the hot water. If you forgo the typical aftercare he likes to give and just want to be held, he’ll also be down. As long as it’s okay that he gets a few pictures of you in his arms, looking completely blissed out and comfortable. Seeing how trusting and reliant you look, especially when you’re in a vulnerable, post-sex space... it would be criminal for him not to capture the moment.

𝓑 is for Bruises

‣ Danny loves to mark you up. How else will people know that you’re spoken for? He doesn’t just want people to know that you’re dating, he wants people to know that he owns you. And it’s not like he can put a collar around your neck with ‘property of Danny Johnson’ engraved on it (though he’d love to), so he’ll bite and suck hickies all over your neck instead. He loves to see the physical marks of your time together, and he especially loves to photograph them.

𝓒 is for Choking

‣ He’s obsessed with choking. After all, what’s more intimate than holding someone’s life in your hands? Even if he’s not trying to asphyxiate you (in a kinky way, of course) he loves to hold your neck while you fuck, especially in the missionary position. It’s definitely a bit of a power/control thing for him, but also he loves how you react to it. Whether it’s the little look of fear you flash when he tightens his grip, or the way your pupils dilate in anticipation- he laps it all up.

𝓓 is for Dirty Talk

‣ This man will talk your damn ear off- it’s one of his specialties. More than anything, he loves to humiliate you verbally. Mocking you when you beg, calling you names. In general just being a degrading bastard. But with the mocking comes sweetness too, mostly sugary sweet words that make you feel like you're gonna melt right through the mattress. In one breath he’ll woo you with the most naughty (but sweet) compliments, but in the next he’ll be calling you a dirty whore, demanding that you beg for his cock.

𝓔 is for Electro-Stimulation

‣ He isn’t into electro stuff. It’s for the same reason that he prefers knives over guns, Danny needs his ‘instruments’ to be personal and intimate.

𝓕 is for Flogging

‣ It’s not his favorite thing in the world (he’d much rather spank you with his hand) but if you’re into it, he won’t deny you. Danny likes to start out with soft strokes, either on your ass or thighs. Just enough to give you a taste of pain, but not enough to really make it hurt. He’ll run his hands up and down the arch of your back between swats, acting like he’s worried about you not being able to handle ‘so much pain.’ Only once you’re good and frustrated (or begging for more, which he eats up) will he start to go harder. He’ll never draw blood (he’d much rather use his knife for that) and he’ll never actually push you to your breaking point via flogging.

𝓖 is for Gagging

‣ Yes. He’ll ball up your underwear and shove it into your mouth, or maybe even strip off one of his gloves and push it in to shut you up instead. He isn’t a big fan of ball gags, but he’ll gladly gag you with his cock if you need something in your mouth that desperately.

𝓗 is for Hair-Pulling

‣ Danny loves taking you from behind, but he also loves to watch your face as he fucks you. He gets off on your reactions, but also loves the way you arch your back and the moans you let out when he hits it from the back. A great solution to this is to grab your hair and pull until you’re forced to arch unnaturally, your neck straining against the position. He might even pull so hard that it lifts your hands up off the bed, all so that he can tower above you and watch your face as you struggle under his grip.

𝓘 is for Impact Play

‣ He loves to give it, especially with his bare (or gloved) hand on your ass. If you ask for it, he’ll even give you a few slaps to your face. Danny wouldn’t ask you first, however. No, he’d make you beg for it. Especially if you got flustered/embarrassed when asking. He’d definitely make fun of you for it as well, mocking you for asking to get hit (as if he doesn’t get off on it just as much as you do). He won’t slap you very hard on the face unless you’re really really begging him for it, and even then he won’t do it a lot.

𝓚 is for Knife Play

‣ Danny likes to hold his favorite hunting knife up to your throat while he fucks you, usually in the missionary position. He loves the way your pupils dilate now whenever you see him holding a knife, whether its the knife you know to associate with sex, or even if it’s just a simple kitchen knife during dinner prep. Either way, you’re like Pavlov’s dog when you see him holding his weapon of choice, automatically acting more bratty, flaunting around, practically begging him to use the knife on you and put you in your place.

𝓛 is for Lingerie

‣ Danny loves seeing you in lingerie. No matter your gender, seeing you get all dolled up for him is enough to drive him close to crazy. He doesn’t know which one he loves more, though. Watching you wear lingerie or ripping it off of you. To be honest, it’s probably a mix of both. It drives Danny crazy when he comes home from a long day at work to see you wearing nothing but the lingerie he picked out and bought for you. You both act like everything is normal while you finish cooking dinner. Eating will probably go just as smoothly, but there’s no denying what's going to happen when you go to take the dishes to the sink. He’ll bend you over the counter, rip the pretty lace to shreds, and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.

𝓜 is for Masks

‣ Ohhh boy, does he love masks. Wearing them of course. Well, one specific mask. The only type of mask he’d let you wear is a blindfold- he loves your reactions, after all. What good would it be if that handsome face was all covered up? If you don’t know about him being Ghostface, he’d love to tie you up, blindfold you, and then come out wearing his Ghostface mask and outfit. Run a knife up and down your skin, just how he knows you like, maybe even cut off your clothes as well. Before cutting off the blindfold. He wouldn’t ever actually hurt you, he just loves to see you scared.

𝓝 is for Neko

‣ You wearing cat ears and a cute, frilly outfit? As long as you let him rip the frilly little outfit off of you, he’s down. He’s totally gonna make fun of you for it, though.

𝓞 is for Outdoors

‣ BIG YES. If you bring it up first, Danny will 100% tease you. Making fun of you for being such an exhibitionist. What, you wanna get fucked where anyone can see you? He’ll call you a slut and mock you for being so dirty. It embarrasses the hell out of you, even though him mocking you always leads to great sex, so you don’t ask again. But that’s just part of Danny’s game, to watch you get all flustered and demure before springing what you crave on you without warning. So that’s exactly what he does. A little while after you first asked, you two will be going on a hike, maybe with the promise of a picnic at the top. He’s taller and faster (also he’s possessive and protective) so he always walks in front of you. At one point, there’s a sharp turn. When you catch up, he’s disappeared. You’re terrified for a moment, looking around like a lost fawn, but right as you're about to call out for him, he grabs you from behind and shoves you up against a tree. He’ll put an index finger up to your lips, flash you a grin, and shove his hand into your pants. He won’t just finger you, though. No, this man will give you a proper fucking, loud enough to scare away any other hikers that are nearby.

𝓟 is for Phone-Sex

‣ Ohhh yes. If you aren’t in a relationship with Danny yet, and he calls you up as Ghost Face, you might just get him in the mood for it. Depending on how you steer the conversation, of course. This works especially well if you have a fear kink, though it might just end with him busting in through your window and putting his money where his mouth is. If you are in a relationship, and you know about him being the Ghost Face, he’ll still call you up. But when you hear the voice modulator through the phone, you automatically know what you’re in store for ;)

𝓠 is for Quickie

‣ While he usually likes to take his time with you, quickies are great too. Especially if you have somewhere to be. If you guys are going to a party together, he’ll pull over a few minutes away from wherever the party is and toss you into the backseat before fucking the daylights out of you. He loves making you walk into public places looking freshly fucked, with your hair askew and your clothes wrinkled. He loves how everyone knows not just how well you were fucked, but that he was the one who did it. Which is obvious from the way he keeps his hand on your lower back for almost the whole night.

𝓡 is for Restraints

‣ Yes with a capital Y! Tying you up is one of his favorite things to do, especially when you're not expecting it. Sometimes he’ll tie you up and tease you for a bit before going and sitting down at his desk to do some writing. It drives you absolutely crazy with want, and sometimes he’ll leave you there for close to an hour while he works. If you’re lucky, sometimes he’ll use rope and tie you up, but then tie a vibrator right against your sex. It’s fun until the orgasms get to be too much, but he ignores you until you become a sobbing, sniveling mess on his bed. He’ll take some pictures before taking away the vibe and replacing it with his cock.

𝓢 is for Squirting

‣ If you can, this man will try his hardest to get you to squirt. He loves it if you get embarrassed or beg him to stop, saying that you don’t want to get the sheets wet. It won’t deter him at all, honestly it will only spur him on even more.

𝓣 is for Takedown

‣ He’s veryyyy into this. Though it’s something that he would make sure he knew you were into/interested in before proposing it as a possible kinky scenario. The scene would probably involve something Ghostface-related, knowing Danny. Like him calling you on the phone, threatening and scaring you, before jumping out from somewhere in your house and typing you up. Of course then he ‘has his way’ with you ;)

𝓤 is for Underwear

‣ Danny’s a stalker- of course he’s into underwear. He’s not the type to sniff your panties, but he definitely will steal your underwear and keep it with the photos he has of you. He also loves to use your underwear to gag you during sex or make you walk around in only your underwear when you spend time together. He loves seeing you in lace, so he’ll buy you loads of it specifically to watch your ass as you walk around the house. He’s super into being fully clothed while you only get something skimpy to cover up with.

𝓥 is for Voyeur

‣ While Danny has quite a few voyeuristic habits, he isn’t the type to get off alone while watching/stalking you. If you aren’t in a relationship with him, he’ll definitely get off to you masturbating when you think that no one is around to watch. He’ll try to time when he comes so that you both climax together, all while stifling his groans behind his leather glove.

𝓦 is for Wax Play

‣ He doesn’t really care for wax play unless you let him turn your kinky session into a photoshoot. Then he’d really get into it. Candles for ambient lighting, tying you up with fancy ropework, and then slowly dripping the hox wax over your body. The wax would definitely be colored red, and after he gets his fill (and filled his camera with pretty photos) he’d scrape the wax off with his favorite knife.

𝓧 is for X-Frame

‣ Eh… He’ll tie you up like that anytime you want (or anytime he wants), but Danny isn’t the type to have a kinky dungeon space or bondage furniture. So he’ll just use some rope or cuffs and tie you against the doorframe.

𝓨 is for Yes Sir

‣ Calling Danny Sir in bed? It usually isn’t his thing, but it would definitely give him an excuse to make fun of you if you called him that unprompted/by accident. As for names in bed, he loves hearing you say his name. Danny, of course, not Jed. As for titles, he'd mockingly demand that you ‘tell daddy what you need’ or ‘beg for daddy’s cock.’ He doesn’t have a daddy kink, but he definitely is a sadist. Whenever he makes you call him that it’s just to degrade you and make you squirm.

𝓩 is for Zelophilia

‣ Danny is more possessive than anything, so if someone else comes up and flirts with you, it’s more likely to send him into cold, calculating anger than it is to make him horny. Unless you go out flirting with other guys on purpose, in front of him. Just a little tease or a little smile at someone is enough to make him slam you up against a wall and leave his teeth marks all over your neck, maybe even rip your clothes up a bit and make you keep wearing them for the rest of the night.

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stickynotestoletters · 4 years ago

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ugggh so I am a dirty little slut for sal fisher and I had a thought about it sooooo,,,,

Sal Fisher x GN (masc body) headcanons of what he's like with you

this is gonna be very heavily influenced by the fact I am sleepy and really wanna write this rn!

Warnings: Non-canon-compliant (Sal lives, Larry lives, Todd doesn't go crazy, no murder), some NSFW stuff, switch-bottom leaning Sal, Service Top Sal

Highschool

When he first meets you he's, hands down, the most flustered he's ever been before

Like, he's really into you

He just sees you in the hall and immediately blushes

he goes around his days as usual and stuff still but now he's eyeing you whenever you come into view

it's cute, he looks like a little kitten peering at you from around the corner because he’s too shy to say something

Larry makes little jokes about it and always tells him to talk to you

"wow, what a stalker" is his usual line when he finds Sal looking at you from somewhere

he musters up the courage to talk to you in his junior year when you wear a Sanity's Fall's shirt to class one day

from then on you two talk together whenever you have class and stuff

your parents move into the apartments in your senior year because of a demotion and you and Sal start hanging out outside of school

He finally asks you out on the last day of senior year

You and the gang go out to the football field the night after graduation

after they clean up all of the equipment for the stage

You guys end up smoking a blunt because Larry brought some of his stash and, hey, what's the harm?

You and Sal end up laying in the middle of the field while Larry chases Ash and Todd around on the bleachers

They're laughing and howling at the moon so you two just listen

Sal takes his mask off cause he feels more comfortable laying with it off

He takes out his pigtails and you comb through his hair for a bit

You look him in the eyes and just stop brushing your fingers through his hair long enough for him to look up at you

your eyes both meet and you two just stare

You see the stars in his eyes

Sal just thinks "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen"

"what?" "uhhhh....nothing"

"It's okay Sal!" You giggle at him and he giggles too

you both start giggling at each other and you two hug each other

still, just facing each other, heads tucked into shoulders, chests pressed so tightly together, legs intertwined

It's calm

He feels safe

So safe and warm

It's wonderful

So he sighs and says" I think I'm in love with you"

And it's an accident

He doesn't regret it, not processing it until you say "I'm in love with you too silly"

And you stay like that

no panic or guilt

just tucked away into each other

The gang goes to 7/11 that night-morning really it is 3 am-and get slushies

all of them are teasing you guys as you hold hands on the way there

it's cute

He's cute

You're cute

You both feel warm in the jackets you switch from each other

it's cute

"God the stalker finally got the victim in their clasps, another tragically happy ending" "Shut it Larry Face"

College

You both end up staying in different places after high school

You take a year off college and stay with your parents at Addison Apartments and Sal moves into the gang's house

It's nice, you see each other regularly for dates and ghost hunts

it's blissful

Then Sal starts having his nightmares again and you come over regularly for sleepovers

it's months into this routine of going home, getting new clothes from the apartments, go out with Sal, come and sleep at his place to help with nightmares, repeat that Larry has the most brilliant idea

"Why don't you just move in with Sal? You practically live with him anyway."

This is in front of you two, you're both at the gang's house and drinking some morning coffee

Sal not really jokes and agrees

And then you genuinely agree

It's a big moment for you two

Sal wanted you to move in right away but was scared his nightmares would affect you or you two wouldn't end up working out

So you two complied and stayed where you were

But this is gonna be an actual conversation where he is up for it and knows you two are stable

So you talk about it

You two agree

And you end up moving in that day

it's not that hard since most of your clothes are over there already

It's basically just moving your bed, knick-knacks, and bookshelf in so that's just the big things since you have a queen

It's bliss from there

you both settle into a nice routine and after you start college Sal decides to focus on his music for rn and take a break

You get a job and the dynamic is just... so pure

you guys are finally, finally, okay and the best thing is that you're together

He's still adorable and you're still sweet

You guys end up getting your own apartment outside of Nockfell and Addison Apartments

The gang stays around

Larry ends up moving in with you two for a little bit until he can afford his own place

Sal gets a lot more gigs out there in the city than he would have gotten in Nockfell and you get a job at a little club

Sal ends up playing there often because of you

NSFW headcanons

Okay so Sal is a hopeless romantic

before he moved to Nockfell he never really had anybody else who was interested in him

so he was super hopeless in planning your first time together

once you had slept over with each other a couple of times he makes this grand layout and waits for you to walk in to see him spred on the bed, clad in some cute underwear and nothing else

turns out though you were sick and sent Larry to tell Sal you couldn’t come over cause your phone was dead and you didn’t wanna get him sick

So Larry ends up walking in on a naked Sal and scarying the everloving crap out of him

He makes fun of y'all after that about it

So your first time is honestly uneventful after that whole fiasco

Deciding to just causally hook up at his place instead

Sal is a switch but he leans for bottoming

he can top, he's really good at being a service top

He’s not insecure about himself, he’s pretty big for his height *cough* (9.7) *cough*

but he prefers being spoiled and called pretty

loves being called feminine nicknames like "pretty baby" even if he is topping

stuff that's gender-neutral but is more feminine in origin

He likes it when you do it doggy-style if you're topping just cause if you press him into the mattress he can feel you better inside of him

Whines so much when you go faster

really likes getting fucked stupid, he wants his throat to be sore and his ass to be bed-ridden

Loves topping you when you're in his lap straddling him

He really likes to make you do work for a while, guides you and everything until you're breaking

when you eventually end up asking for him to "just fuck me already Sal...please?" He wants tears down your face, crying and desperate for him or else it’s not gonna happen

He ends up fucking into you like a monster from there if you are

loves when you lay on your back and he's on his knees sitting and thrusting into you, pulling you onto his lap

very vocal either way but he laughs and giggles more with you, his moans are less fucked out and more "oh god, yes!" in nature

His sex drive is really high, he could go for hours

If you end up getting tired when he's bottoming he's gonna bounce on your pretty cock and ride you so pathetically

It's so pathetically adorable

but if he's topping and you get tired he usually asks you if he can fuck you to sleep

You end up agreeing only if he cleans you up after

He doesn't have any severe kinks or whatnot

He's really into being breed though

Tie him up too while you do it

he likes gags as well

when you breed him he'll end up feeling bad after you finish and he can't feel it anymore once it's out

So you end up giving him a buttplug after to compromise

Sometimes if he's being a brat you'll tie him up, gag him, and leave him with a vibrator over stimming him

You'll leave him in the room and come back to a crying Sal, salivating and so fucked out without having even cum once

If you're ever being the brat he does the exact opposite

He'll tie you up but make it so you can't close your mouth

You have to be quiet though, he doesn’t want to hear anything louder than breathing and your pathetic whimpers

you're over stimmed to hell and orgasm so much it's difficult to keep awake

but do not fall asleep cause if you don't get through it to the end it won't end (Consensually of course)

He and Larry definitely hooked up once or twice before meeting you so I think he'd ask you to let him in on it

It becomes a regular occurrence until Larry moves out

But when you do have a threesome and he is feeling dominant get ready to not move for the next three weeks

It's nice though and doesn't end up changing the relationship between you three

That's it, I gotta stop before I cream myself into dirtier shit cause I am his slut. I have Sal Fisher brain rot syndrome so I'll definitely make another one eventually. Request some stuff and I'll be happy to write!

Continuation for Threesome hcs here by request

-Laika

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