#we can also talk about the voices and the mirrors mmm

[angeart]

...I forget how evil you can be with cliffhangers sometimes D: You can't just leave it like that! What was next?? (yes I could guess but I'd rather have an Ange ramble :3 )

-🎀

oh wow i really left you hanging on that one, oopsie <3

after the Original Raven died, rei's soul... just... dragged another raven in. because he couldn't bear it. he couldn't, not with that, not like that.

this meant another twin bond had to snap so that our rei's could be patched up. for that, to at least somehow maintain things, a bunch of things needed to be... erased.

the new raven came in as a blank slate. no attachments! no memories.

the memory of original raven's death was also erased.

now this set off a whole different chain of events. rei never experienced that horrible traumatic event of being on that cliffside and seeing crying raven topple. he never had to be haunted by the words i need you being raven's last.

he never got to learn from that, in a way.

this new raven was clueless. didn't recognise anyone! so this started a whole spiral, and a family crisis. the abrupt amnesia was suddenly on the table, without anyone knowing the cause. they started rebuilding raven's foundations, and... raven remained the center of attention.

rei was even more invisible than before.

his pain was not important in any of this. not anymore. not ever raven could pay attention to that at this point.

but here's the thing. this raven didn't belong here. in this reality. in this world.

so the reality rejected him. slowly at first, and then all at once.

it got rid of him.

this means another raven has died.

and rei's bond, frayed and agonised, still couldn't allow raven to go.

so another raven came in!! (cue carousel music)

blank, again. no memory. the family had to deal with another amnesia out of the blue. nobody remembered the deaths. they thought this is still the same person.

and. it kept happening.

at some point, their dad left the picture.

their mom is doing her best. but she's so, so exhausted. working impossibly long hours on top of everything. and so a lot of the pressure was delegated to rei. look after your brother. make sure he's safe. make sure he knows how to get home. make sure he knows who we are.

all of that.

and rei wasn't meant to be the responsible one. he wasn't meant to be trusted with fragile things.

he doesn't know how to reconcile himself with this and still keep a semblance of his own life. it all just boils. he continues hurtling down bad paths.

well, he tried, at first. but eventually, the cycle became fatiguing and, honesly, hopeless. pointless, almost. so he started doing the bare minimum.

rei's current go-to strategy is to just orient raven enough and then promptly tell him to stay away and leave him be, because rei's the bad one between the two of them. he explains to him, in no uncertain terms, that he doesn't care. that raven doesn't want to be near him.

(and he does care. he still cares so damn much.)

(he just can't do this.)

eventually, the reality decided enough's enough. time to change something up, because this clearly isn't working.

this is where our raven enters.

our raven comes from a world where rei doesn't exist. he never had a sibling. there's no bond that needs to be erased for this to go smoothly.

so he's just yanked, and thrown in. all of him intact, including his memories.

which means he's different. he no longer follows the script rei has so meticulously written.

it also means that he's much more acutely aware that he doesn't belong here. he's much more susceptible to those reality glitches and the growing, impeding rejection. the shadows, the voices, the funky mirrors. all of it just building up around him into one big nightmare.

and i do have fun bits about all of this!! let's rewind slightly back and talk about our raven crossing over into this world!

as i said before, when raven first crosses realities, he's in a scary place for a little bit. that's an in-between world of sorts. there's a guide, and he instantly starts rambling off that this is a place for lost souls—and then he cuts off. "oh, it's you, raven."

he knows him.

he knows raven, because he's seen countless iterations of him pass through.

as they walk across this realm, they come across another person. and that person tells raven, who asks what does a world for lost souls even mean, that he isn't lost. which irks our guide! even though he knows it's true in this case.

and they sort of. argue! throwing in fun little foreshadowings like, do you really want to watch the same thing happen again for the hundreth time? and this is how things work and no they DON'T work, that's the whole point!

they also say,

"he's destroying his world!"

"it isn't his."

"goddammit, he's destroying SOMEONE'S world!"

"worlds."

"worlds!!"

"it's not his fault."

anyway, no, raven doesn't bother paying attention to them, too distracted by an inner pull towards an alleyway with an old, broken mirror.

the world transforms into a maze around him in a blink, and then opens up into an expanse of water that keeps rising. the guide ís back next to him, insisting that raven should be the one to control what's around them. telling raven to change it up. to make it safer.

but then the guide corrects himself, realising that it's not in raven's control. it's in theirs. all the other ravens.

it's all the trauma and misery that seeps in and dictates the shape of this place now.

raven and the guide proceed to have a stressed-out back-and-forth, where the guide doesn't provide any useful answers. he says he's the guide for lost souls, but raven isn't lost, so he can't really guide him. but! he can give him a piece of advice.

the advice is, your other self will show you the way. and to trust him.

of course raven just rolls his eyes because what the fuck.

the back of raven's neck tingles as if he was watched, and when he looks over, there's a mirror labyrinth. and he feels drawn in, as the water keeps incessantly rising, now swallowing up his legs.

before he can go, the guide stops him with a pensive, "he was right, you know." (he, as in, that other person the guide was arguing with before.) and he says, quietly, urgently, uneasily: "what do you think happens to people who succumb to the pull of that part of their soul that never belonged to them in the first place? to people who inadvertently step into an empty space just to fill it?" a short pause, and then a heavy finish: "... to people like you?"

raven doesn't get more than this.

the next thing he knows, the guide is gone, and the mirror maze is here, right around him.

the water never goes away. it keeps rushing in around him.

the mirror images are... disturbing, to say the least. ravens, countless of them, but not him. there's panic, there's blood, there is despair.

he doesn't really want to see it.

he keeps moving—swimming, now, his clothes dragging him down—realising that this maze might not have an end. that there might not be an exit. that he can't get out.

it's once the water rises far enough for him to realise that there is a ceiling that the panic truly sets in. he's swallowed up, caught, and no matter how much he screams, nobody is helping. (the mirror ravens now all watch him, drawn to his desperation like moths to a flame. looking on with sympathy, uncertainty, fear.)

despodently, he remembers the guide's words.

your other self will show you the way.

he's out of options. he takes his last breath and goes under, searching.

there is a mirror right in front of him.

the raven on the other side is water-drenched, but standing on dry land. he stares back with an indecipherable grief. drops trail down his cheeks.

he says, "i know how it feels." and then, quieter: "i'm sorry."

raven's lungs burn. his mind is filled with indescribable panic. darkness swims across his vision.

his mirror self half-whispers, brokenly: "this wasn't meant to happen."

it's at this point that raven blacks out.

there's a fuzzy sense of sinking, deeper and deeper into an endless ocean. the water is calm, heavy, pressing at him from every side. it all feels sleepy, slow motion. it feels like the end.

he's awoken sharply, his head ringing with words without a voice:

this world does not belong to you.

he wakes up in an unfamiliar bed.

<3

[lipglossanon]

I Only Touched Her Hips (But She Saw It)

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dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, owner/pet relationship, mounting, knotting, dirty talk, creampie, nipple play, oral (f and m receiving)

Not proofread ✌️

Part 1: Stay Right Through

Title from Tell Her Tonight by Franz Ferdinand (also throwing in The Dark of The Matinèe cause I listened to it as well 💜)

☆───── ⋆⋅🐾⋅⋆ ─────☆

It’s Monday and you’ve called out of work, the lie slipping off your tongue easily. 

Leon had woken you up early, face buried in your soaked cunt as he licked you through two orgasms— all before 4am. After, he flipped you over on your stomach and mounted you with a growl. The other coworker on the line completely oblivious to the fact you called in sick with your ass in the air and Leon knotting your pussy so good your cock drunk before 8am. 

All morning, you’ve been stuck on his knot, shivering and milking his dick as he keeps playing with your pudgy clit. 

“Mmm little owner you’re still so tight even after this whole weekend of being stretched on my cock,” he laughs as he bites another mark into your neck. 

You whine, brain feeling so fuzzy as he keeps you pinned down and mounted on every surface available.

By the end of the day, Leon seems to have run out of steam. You take advantage of the break and order in takeout while you go grab a quick shower. Your cunt is puffy and sore, but you kinda like it. It feels so dirty and good that you’re actually kinda hoping after dinner that Leon will be up for another round. 

You pat your cheeks, scolding yourself for being so thirsty when this can’t keep up; you literally cannot keep calling out of work so your hybrid can knot you all day. Shivering at that thought, you firmly shake your head and finish your shower. You need to make sure Leon knows he can’t just do whatever he wants, heat or no heat. 

Once you’re dried off and dressed, you hear the doorbell chime. By the time you make it into the living room, Leon already has the food set out on a table in the kitchen. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him, feeling soft affection bloom in your chest. 

“Of course,” he walks over to you and butts his head against your arm making you giggle and ruffle his ears. 

You both sit at the table, Leon digging in immediately as you pick at your food. 

“Leon, we need some ground rules in regards to… intimate relations,” you cringe at yourself. 

His dark blue eyes stare at you, a grin coming over his face, “You mean I shouldn’t knot your pussy so much?”

You feel a rush of heat travel through your body, making your nipples ache. 

“Yes,” you deadpan, “you—we need to tone it down. I can’t miss work like this all the time.”

He nods, looking contrite, “Yes ma’am. I’m sorry about this morning. I just… you smelled so good and I just wanted a little taste. I got carried away.”

Another buzz of arousal sweeps through you, “I know, Leon. And on the weekends,” you rub your face bashfully, “I don’t mind it so much since we don’t have anywhere to be, but during the week please refrain.”

“Yeah?” you can see his tail wag excitedly, “promise I’ll be good, keep my hands to myself.”

You smile at him making him mirror you, “You’re such a good boy, Leon.”

He whines, tail thumping against his chair, hands clenching on the tabletop. 

“Can I scent you?” he asks, a blush kissing his cheekbones. 

“Of course, Leon. You don’t have to ask for that, okay?”

He’s nodding as he moves over to your side, “Yes, ma’am.”

You giggle as he snuffs into your neck, his rough stubble and hot breath causing goosebumps. He buries his face there and smells your skin. 

“Lick?” his voice rumbles out at you. 

“Mmm that’s okay too,” you murmur, feeling his rough tongue lap at the skin. 

“So pretty and taste so good,” he mumbles, lapping roughly against one of the marks he left, “my owner.”

You sigh and pet his soft ears as he licks at your neck. Once you’re finished eating, you shoo Leon off to the bathroom to take his own shower while you change your bedsheets. Hot embarrassment floods your body to see the state of your bed, but the lizard part of your brain feels nothing but arousal. 

Leon pads into the room, still shower damp and shakes his head gruffly flinging water drops everywhere. 

“Leon!” you try to chastise but end up laughing. 

He quickly moves over to you, wrapping you in his arms, whining as he chuffs against your hair. 

“Don’t want you to go to bed.”

“Why?” you giggle as he noses your neck.

“It means you’ll be going to work tomorrow,” he pouts, ears drooping when he pulls away. 

“Come snuggle with me,” you offer, grabbing his calloused palm and tugging him towards the bed.

“Really?” his tail wags slowly.

“You’re always welcome to snuggle with me, Leon,” you tug him close, “what kind of owner would I be?”

He snorts and shuffles you onto the bed so he can bury his face into your chest. 

He nuzzles against your breasts, “Would’ve been a mean owner.”

“Yeah?” you laugh, feeling sleepy and warm with his body on top of yours, “just a mean ole owner.”

“Yeah,” he sniffs your chest pushing aside the tank top til your breasts are spilling out, hardening under his gaze and hot rough tongue, “such a mean owner.”

“Leon,” you gasp, writhing under him but not able to move.

You mewl and whine as he slowly laps at your hard buds, teasing them with his canine teeth before sucking them into his mouth. Bringing your hands up, they hesitate to push him away, but then he suckles your nipple gently and your fingers grip onto his ears as you arch up into his mouth. 

He groans and continues to lathe and suck at your breasts, growling when you tug his ears. 

“Sorry,” you gasp out, pulling your hands away like you were scalded. 

His hands grab yours and out then back on his ears, “Like it.”

The words are mumbled into your chest as he eagerly goes back to nipping and sucking your tits. You moan when he squeezes your breasts together to suck and lick both nipples at the same time. Tugging at his ears, you press his mouth against your hard buds.

“Leon, oh good boy, such a good boy for me,” you babble as he starts to rock his hard cock against your panty clad pussy. 

“Can I knot you? Please?” he gives you his best puppy dog eyes. 

You’re nodding before he even finishes talking, “Yeah, yeah, want it, be a good boy and knot your owner’s pussy.”

Leon snarls and rips your panties at the seams, quickly burying his throbbing cock into your soaked pussy.  Your back bows off the bed, a low needy moan slipping past your lips. 

“So good,” you choke out as Leon starts up a relentless pace, rabbiting his dick into your cunt so hard it’s making your pussy gush slick. 

“Gonna cum,” you scratch at his shoulders, “fuck never been this fast before.”

“Little owner’s just feeling too good,�� Leon licks and sucks at the bruise on your shoulder from last night, “pussy wanting my knot, nnh, sucking me in.”

“Knot me, Leon,” you gasp as your orgasm teeters on the edge, “breed my pussy, wanna feel your knot.”

He growls and bites down on your neck, forcing his knot into your clenching hole. 

“Stuff you full,” he grunts, “pussy taking my knot so easy now.”

His humps harder into your fluttering walls, leaning down to bite your nipples roughly. The band of arousal strung tight in your belly snaps. 

Your nails scratch into his skin, spine arching up as you push your head into the mattress. Pussy walls suck and milk at his throbbing cock, knot snuggly keeping you plugged for the load he spurts straight into your cunt. 

“Milk me, milk my cock, little owner, get every drop, need to give you my pups,” he’s growling and snarling against your breasts, shoving himself deeper into your spasming walls as he fills you with rope after rope of hot cum. 

He settles down on top of you, keeping you locked together and stuffed full. Not meaning to, you fall asleep like that, softly petting his ears. 

//

The next morning is a blur. Leon pouted and whined so much as you got ready, you finally caved in and decided to take him with you— only now you’re seriously rethinking the choice to bring Leon to work with you. 

Your coworkers awed and oohed at him as he stood behind you, not letting anyone pet him. Waving them off with laughs, you led him to your enclosed office, shutting the door so the noise doesn’t bother him. 

At first it was going well, he seemed to be content just sitting in a chair and watching you. Lunch went great; ordering from the canteen and splitting it with Leon who gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek in thanks making you giggle. 

It’s midafternoon now and only a couple of hours left in the workday, but Leon’s restless. You’re still typing away on your computer, but you can see him pace out of the corner of your eye. He walks over to you and kneels next to your knees. Your heart rate jumps in nervous excitement, but he only nuzzles your outer thigh. 

“Pets, please?”

You melt, smiling sweetly down at him, “Of course. You’re doing so well, such a good boy for me today, Leon.”

After ruffling his hair and ears with both hands, you turn back to your computer and keep one hand running through his hair while you use the other to type. The work’s a little slower, but you don’t mind. You feel him shift and move around a lot more, pulling your attention back to him. 

“You okay?”

He snuffs against your leg, turning those pretty blue eyes up to you, “Can I sit between your legs? Wanna be closer to you.”

You push out from your desk, giving him space to shuffle on his knees til he’s in between your legs, tucked under the desk. His rumbly growl sounds pleased as his tail wags back and forth. You hesitate, but part your legs rucking up your skirt so Leon can settle against you better. 

He lays his head down on one of your thighs, shutting his eyes as you start to rub his ears. After a few minutes, your body relaxes and petting Leon falls into the background as you get back to work. You’re so engrossed in finishing up these last few emails, that it doesn’t click that a rough wet tongue is licking at your thighs until it grazes your damp panties. 

You gasp, pulling out of your work daze and looking down at Leon, whose head is burrowed under your skirt as he licks your cunt through your panties. 

“Leon,” you hiss down at him trying to shove his head away but he ignores you and licks your clit over and over with unerring accuracy even through your underwear. 

Your hips rock against his mouth, the pleasure bubbling through your veins making the fight leave your body. 

“You’re so bad, Leon,” you whisper, pulling your skirt up higher to see his flushed face and blown pupils between your thighs. 

He whines but doesn’t stop sniffing and licking your panties. You part your legs as far as they can go in the chair with a sigh. 

“Mmm Leon, this is wrong,” your hands tangle in his hair, not really stopping him from pulling the gusset of your panties to the side so he can lick your bare pussy. 

“Then stop me, little owner,” his mouth pulls away for a moment so he can tug your underwear completely off, “I’ll stop if you really want me to.”

You whine and tug his handsome face back into your needy cunt, making him growl and lap at your clit roughly. With your panties off, you tug your skirt up until it’s bunched around your hips. Leon pushes your chair out a little from your desk so he can place your thighs over his shoulders, letting his tongue fuck deeper into your drippy hole. 

“Your mouth is a sin,” you whine down at him, riding his face a little harder. 

Leon grunts and buries his face deeper into your soaked folds, rough tongue fluttering into your hole as his nose and stubble scrapes against your pussy lips. He shakes his head so his nose bumps and rubs against your swollen bundle of nerves. 

“Gonna cum, Leon,” you gasp, tossing your head back as you hump his mouth. 

He growls, the vibrations sending you over the edge, slick coating his mouth as your orgasm shakes through your body. You yank his hair to pull him close, grinding your pussy all over his face. 

“Good boy, so good,” you slur, finally letting go of him.

When you finally look down at him, Leon’s panting heavily. 

“Want to—“

He shakes his head, ears flopping. 

“I came,” he whispers, a blush spreading down to his neck, “when you yanked my head into you.”

You push out of your chair to kneel in front of him, pulling his spent cock from his pants. 

“Let me clean you up,” you murmur, mouth eagerly licking up his cummy mess.

“Owner,” he whines, hands balled up into fists at his side, “m sensitive.”

You sigh and lap up all the sticky jizz coating his cock, tongue trailing down to lap across his knot and then softly suck his balls into your mouth.  He growls softly when you finally pull away, swallowing down his salty cum. 

He yanks your head up to lick eagerly into your mouth with a groan. 

“Can’t wait to go home,” he mumbles against your lips, “are we leaving soon?”

You pull away to look up at the clock, “We can leave in a few minutes, Leon.”

Rubbing his ears softly, he nuzzles into your neck with a sigh.

“You’re the best owner.”

[robindrake93]

11 days since I sent you that ask and I can now say, I get it. I get what you meant about episode 8. WE DID NOT JUST GET LUKERCY CRUMBS HOLY SHIT-

ALL OF THEIR SCENES TOGETHER WERE MAKING ME FERAL FJGKD WHICH WAS SO HARD TO KEEP IN WHILE WATCHING IT WITH MY SIS 😭😭 IT WAS SO GOOD

the training!! the entire fucking fight with luke practically begging percy to believe that he is his friend and wants him to join him!! the lighting!! just everything!!! you can soo tell luke wanted to shove percy in that portal and take him along no matter what!! (ignoring annabeths appearance cause im still on the fence with that change even if I get why they did it)

i am so going to binge read lukercy fics the entire night just to fill my rabid need for content of them after seeing that AHFJVKDKD I CANT-

You're right we didn't just get crumbs, we got a whole damn pie.

Luke not only welcoming Percy to camp but being the one to show him around, constantly by his side. Even watching him sleep from across the cabin.

The look on Percy's face when Luke tells him he's always on Annabeth's side.

Luke breaking the camp rules that two demigods (with different parents) aren't allowed to be alone in the cabins together to give Percy the shoes in his cabin (as opposed to on the hill like in the book).

Percy wanting to take Luke on the quest but being afraid that Luke would prioritize Annabeth over him.

The jealousy and disgust in Luke's voice during the Iris message when he makes the comment about "when did you two become an old married couple" and the look of equal disgust and discomfort from Percy when he says "gross let's move on from that." (paraphrasing but you get the idea)

Luke influencing Percy so much that the very first words of Percy's book ("Look, I didn't want to be a halfblood") are actually a quote from Luke.

The whole training scene.

Sword under the chin is always hot. Percy's making a face like he knows it too.

When Luke goes to sit on that rock beside Percy, he chooses a spot that lets them sit eye-to-eye but also he rocks toward Percy for a second like he's going to go in for a kiss.

Percy mirroring the head tilt that Luke (Charlie?) does.

Luke's voice full of pride when Percy does good.

Luke telling Percy he's small and scary. So fucking cute.

The way we can see via body language what book!Percy has been telling us all along: that every time Percy picks up his sword, he hears Luke's voice in his head telling him what to do.

Percy and Luke almost never take their eyes off each other for the whole secret meeting about Clarisse.

They're meeting in the woods at night. Luke didn't even have to bribe Percy this time, he just trotted after him.

Luke coaxing Percy into talking. (in the books Percy doesn't do a lot of talking out loud and Luke actually does break the ice several times because Percy is just standing there staring like a little weirdo [affectionate].).

Fireworks from beginning to end. Love the red and blue ones especially for that bisexual lighting. It was easily the best lighting in the whole show.

"Easy. I just want to show you." Everyone says that the maia scene was the hottest thing Charlie said as Luke but they're sleeping on this. Those are 'gonna take your virginity' words and his tone of voice? Mmm. Yum.

AND it's about his sword? HIS SWORD?! The most phallic weapon of all? Gods help me.

Just an interesting detail but Luke doesn't actually ever point his sword at Percy until Percy attacks him. It really shows that his plan is to convince Percy to leave with him.

"The gods are my enemy. You....." - Luke searching for what Percy is to him. lol I guess it's supposed to be a dramatic pause for dramatic effect but it really just makes it sound like Luke is debating how exactly to define their relationship.

Both of them have watery tear-filled eyes? Excuse me? Cry babies? Yes please. I told all of you so.

Also Luke is comfortable with turning his back on Percy to draw the runes (?) even though Percy drew his sword and is sweating like a sinner in church.

Luke actually proposing that they run away. Together. Just the two of them.

"We"

Percy is literally swaying on his feet. You can see that he's nervous but he also doesn't take so much as a single step backward. He still wants to be close to Luke!

Luke's determination to bring Percy with him. During their fight he does his best to keep Percy between himself and the portal. He even tosses Percy towards it a couple of times. Luke wants Percy to run away with him voluntarily but you can see as the fight goes on longer, he decides kidnapping is an option.

Luke is not leaving without his boy.

The skill difference between Percy and Luke. We see this during training too, where Luke is tossing Percy around and basically playing with him (I mean it's serious training but Luke's skill level is so above that it looks like playing). Luke is not seriously fighting Percy. He's trying to herd Percy into that portal.

Luke praising Percy in the middle of their fight.

Percy cutting Luke.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to -" Because Percy really doesn't want to hurt Luke and he's never like actually hurt someone he cares about.

Luke cutting Percy.

Looming.

The way after Annabeth shows up, Luke's eyes flit down to Percy three separate times. You can visibly see him weighing his options. I think he was debating if he could sling Percy over his shoulder and run into the portal faster than Annabeth could catch them.

"I know Luke wasn't trying to kill me." - WOW what a change from the book. I can't believe they had Percy understand that because in the pit scorpion scene, he did not get it. I'm happy about the change but surprised they made it. (makes me wonder if Percy's the one who's loyalty we're supposed to question instead of Annabeth's as the next seasons come up).

Sorry that was long but like. Wow. We won hardcore.

As for reading more lukercy fic, you'll be pleased to know that it's the lukercy valentine's event this week (02/12-02-15) so there should be ✨ new fics. ✨

[wakandas-vibranium]

91% Function

Pairing: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

Translations: Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana = That’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen, Hayi = No, Sithandwa = My love, Ndiyakudinga = I need you, Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe = To hell with that short white man, Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi = Yes, my love. I know, Molo kwintombazana yam entle = Hello to my beautiful girlfriend

A/N: Please like, comment, and share!

Your calmness slipped with each passing hour. Your girlfriend, Shuri, was supposed to be back from America hours ago. This was nothing new to you. Shuri traveled quite often, especially now that she was Black Panther, but she had been gone for 20 days, 11 hours, and 36 minutes.

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You both agreed not to pleasure yourselves until she returned. You were doing well until around day 10 when you discovered new footage of Shuri in Massachusetts, leaping across a tall building in her panther suit alongside Riri as they both took down a rogue CIA member.

Her swift, confident glides made you proud of her, but also frisky. You two have always had great sex, but since she took the heart-shaped herb, the sex shifted into something borderline astronomical. 

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring. 

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you. 

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.” 

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.” 

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.” 

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers. 

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” 

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.” 

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.” 

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?” 

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.” 

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties. 

“Mhm.” 

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly. 

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.” 

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.” 

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well. 

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her  pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” 

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“ 

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.” 

“Hayi.” You disobeyed. 

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized. 

“I’m about to cum, Shuri.” 

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?” 

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.” 

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it. 

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge. 

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Consequences be damned. You had been holding that in for three long ass weeks. The orgasm was nice, but without your girlfriend you were always left ravenous. Shuri was silent for a beat, listening to your ragged breaths and sinful moans. You shivered as you pulled your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth to lick them clean. 

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good. 

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts. 

“We will be home in seven mi—“

The combination of the abrupt silence and your girlfriend's last words sent a sweet chill down your spine. The thought of your impending punishment made you wetter. Even though, the icy tone of Shuri's warning had you swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You knew she meant business. 

You sobbed a moan while hot tears started to pool in your eyes as you were denied yet another orgasm. Shuri pulled out of you just as you were about to bust. She left you lying there on your back as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She looked back at you, enjoying the drenched, sensitive mess spread out before her. Looking into her eyes, you could not suppress the ache and frustration you felt. For the fourth time, she has pushed you to the precipice, only to yank you back at the last second. You were going to wither away if you didn’t come soon. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness. 

“Please let me cum.” You begged as you sat up on your knees. 

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes. 

“Ride me until you cum.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

You both moaned softly as you eased your pussy down the length of the strap. The model was only at 91% and it was revealing to you both various levels of pleasure you thought were impossible to achieve.

You began to bounce slowly, but quickly found your pacing, up and down, swirl and grind. You lowered your gaze to Shuri, silently pleading with her to touch you. With a playful glint in her eyes, she looked up at you. 

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder. 

Usually when you were riding your girlfriend she would grip your waist to help you move up and down, suck your nipples, or smack your ass. SOMETHING! She wasn’t doing anything. She was leaned back, both palms spread against the bed as she watched you fuck yourself onto her. It drove you crazy when she didn’t touch you and she fucking knew it. 

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.” 

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me cum.” 

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch. 

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed. 

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it. 

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as you threw your head back in pleasure and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.” 

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you. 

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.” 

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces. 

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her warm mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and pounded into you against the wall. 

Sheer unadulterated euphoria flowed through you. You were so sex dazed that you couldn't recall how many times you came in the last thirty minutes, but Shuri was still not through with you. Sweat was the only barrier between the two of you. Your passion for her only deepened with each carnal kiss and perfectly calculated thrust.

You were now on your hands and knees, chestnut thighs shaking like a cheap, synthetic wig on a windy night. The noises of pleasure that escaped your lips were so loud and obscene you took it upon yourself to shove your face into an orange satin pillow. You knew your throat was going to be sore and your voice would be gone come tomorrow. Still, you didn’t care. Shuri was fucking you too damn good for you to be silent.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.  

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

With her free hand, Shuri gripped your throat and pulled you up, bringing your sweaty back to rest against her bare chest. She slowed her thrusts and ground into you slowly as she trailed delicate kisses across your cheek and down the neck to your shoulder.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.” 

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you. 

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?” 

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit. 

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted. 

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t cum again.” 

“Mmm, I think you can give me one more. Shall we try the highest pulsation?” Shuri pressed on the side of the strap twice, bringing it to level five. You cried out in pleasure, not only because the ability to feel what Shuri was feeling intensified, but also because she brushed against your g-spot over and over. 

Shuri chuckled as she felt your walls clench around her, “Go on,” she encouraged as you squirmed, “Be a good girl and cum one last time for me.” The vibrations from her next stroke shot throughout your entire body. Almost like receiving a slight magnetic jolt.

You let out an ear piercing scream that was definitely heard throughout the palace. You have never experienced an orgasm like this before. You came everywhere. All over your thighs, Shuri’s thighs and the bed. You made a mess. The intensity of your orgasm took Shuri by surprise as well, causing her rhythm to falter once she realized that you were squirting. 

“Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana.” Shuri praised as she shoved you down into the mattress with one hand while the other tightened on your waist. Her euphonious moans grew louder as she drove into you wildly, chasing her own orgasm. 

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. 

You both breathed shakily, warm bodies completely spent. You mustered all the strength you had left to turn onto your side so you could face her. Of course, she was already on her side, smirking at you. 

“So,” Shuri cleared her throat as she scooched closer to you, resting her hand on your waist, “how are you feeling?” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smugness in her voice but that simple action required energy you didn’t have at the moment. 

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils. 

Shuri’s eyes crinkled as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, shaking her head fondly at you. She thought she was used to your post sex outbursts by now, but every now and then you stumped her.

[mirrormazeworld]

TWST Theory : A Way For Yuu to Go Back Home (Deep Analysis Based on Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass) Part 1

⚠️WARNING⚠️

⚠️CONTAINS SPOILER CHAPTER 7 ⚠️

⚠️VERY LONG THEORY AND CONTAINS MATH. MIGHT GIVE YOU HEADACHE, PROCEED WITH YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

Finally we got some more essential informations from Diasomnia chapter 3 so it's finally time to end this long analysis of TWST Theory : Deep Analysis Based on Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass . The analysis and theory is longer than I expected so I'll divide it into parts. As for now part 1 of this theory is only about introduction to warm up our brain so it's still easy to understand before I drag you to this rabbit hole of a theory later. This is just my own personal assumptions, analysis and opinions as the fans of Twisted Wonderland and Lewis Carroll's work of Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass and isn't necessarily right, so please take it with a grain of salt. And as Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass are full of logic and Math, this final analysis will have Math as well.

Side note : I recommend you to read at least this previous theory first so you'll know what I'm talking about.

Epel: “What is your favorite class?”

Ace: So now you wanna know what I’m actually good at…? Mmm, I wonder what it could be… I guess maybe Enigmics?

Epel: Eh, Enigmics!? That’s one of my weaker classes, so that’s amazing.

Ace: Hah, yeah, there’s a ton of guys who’re not that good at this class, huh～ But hey, I kinda get it.

Ace: Like, when I first saw questions like "Express the strength of this fire magic as an equation," I was super confused.

Ace: But you can figure it out as long as you just remember the formulas to use, right? And…

Ace: There’s also stuff like “Express phenomenon A using this magical formula,” or “Derive the power of magic B using this equation.”

Ace: ‘Cause there’s only one possible answer, I don’t really gotta stress too much.

-From Ace's Broomquet Card-

(Translated by @/mysteryshoptls)

One biggest mystery of Twisted Wonderland that's Yuu's main purpose in the game and something Crowley has been avoiding the whole time to answer is : "How can Yuu go back to their original world?"

We all know that when the first time we play the game we see Dark Mirror with Crowley's voice guiding us to take the hand reflected in the mirror and then this is how we(Yuu) start to enter the world of Twisted Wonderland.

Ortho said there might be "specific conditions" and "coincidence" in order for Yuu to go back home. From what Ace said in his Broomquet card, in Twisted Wonderland, there's something equivalent of Mathematics in our (Yuu's) world called "Enigmics". It's said that a phenomenon in Twisted Wonderland can be expressed in the form of equation/formula in the same way as Math and Physics.

In chapter 7 Diasomnia part 3, it's revealed that Malleus can disturb spacetime. In the prologue, Crowley also said something about spacetime teleportation.

In physics, spacetime is a mathematical model that combines the three dimensions of space and one dimension of time into a single four-dimensional manifold.

So just as "Enigmics" is something to calculate and do some magic with certain formulas and equations like Math and is also claimed to be something that can answer and explain any phenomenon ocuring in Twisted Wonderland just the same as how Physics explain somewhat "magical" phenomenon before the formula was discovered, just like how Lewis Carroll put extreme level Math inside his works of Alice in Wonderland as the logic behind his writing, what if Yana really put some kind of real life Math equation as the concept for Yuu to go back home so that all this time what Yuu seek is actually this equation?

Looking back at my previous character analysis about Crowley having the role of Mad Hatter (and I recommend you to read it), if it's really true that math and physics has influence in Twisted Wonderland then the only reasonable and suitable "condition" that can explain all of this is the spacetime equation, the four number system called "quaternion" that is the main inspiration of Mad Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland. And if Twisted Wonderland is truly based on "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through The Looking Glass and What Alice Found There" by Lewis Carroll, then that would also means that this "quaternion" is actually also a way and a condition for Yuu to go back home.

The Key to Go Back Home : "The Missing Characters of Alice in Wonderland"

Have you ever noticed that despite the name of the game being "Wonderland", we never see some famous characters from Alice in Wonderland like White Rabbit or Mad Hatter? And yet we don't even see those characters in Heartslabyul dorm even though Heartslabyul is the dorm of Alice in Wonderland...

Ortho said each individuals in Twisted Wonderland has different specific conditions.

In reality, Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse which appears in chapter Mad Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland are actually represents three terms of quaternion. In the same way, if Yana really put quaternion inside TWST then that also means we can put twst characters that meet specific conditions into quaternion as well, which means each TWST characters that meet specific conditions to be put inside quaternion will be the key characters for Yuu to go back home.

And those "specific conditions" are the traits/conditions that has connections with the characters that appears in Mad Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland, and those characters are the characters that's hidden by Yana, "The Missing Characters of Alice in Wonderland". Today I'll reveal who those "missing characters of Wonderland" are and also the "key characters" of Twisted Wonderland for Yuu to go back home

Mickey the Dormouse

We will start from the most obvious one which has already been confirmed by Ortho that Mickey is one of the "key characters" for Yuu to go back home.

In Disney Alice in Wonderland, Dormouse is one of the character at the tea party and he is always sleeping inside the teapot.

The dormouse is a nocturnal rodent; its name is derived from the French dormir, thus “sleeping mouse.”

In the newest Diasomnia book 7 chapter 3, it's revealed that everytime Mickey come to that room and interacted with Yuu through the mirror (and finally meet Yuu and Grim in person)those are all happening in his dream when he is sleeping.

Dormouse is also somehow "in a different place" which is inside the teapot. Mickey is in different place from Twisted Wonderland, which is inside/behind the mirror. In addition, if we put some wordplay like Lewis Carroll did in his works, Mickey only appears in ramshackle dorm and not anywhere else. Which makes him the "Dorm Mouse" (Dormouse)

Crowley the Mad Hatter

Not only because of obviously he knows something about the way for Yuu to go back home (and even if he doesn't really know he is in charge of researching it anyway), If you read some of my previous theory mainly from here about Crowley, you might already know that Crowley has Mad Hatter aspect in his character concept besides Diablo (in which makes him both Crow and Raven and thus also met the condition to be associated with Mad Hatter), but I'll give some more explanation and also conclusion from the previous theories about Crowley.

From this analysis I did previously, his name Dire Crowley, are both refers to a raven and a crow. Dire is read "Dia" in Japanese katakana, retconned to have similar pronunciation as "Diaboro"(Diablo) which is the name of Maleficent's raven. In Diasomnia book 7 chapter 3 Yuu, Grim, Silver and Sebek meet Maleficent's minion in Lilia's dream, which wear similar mask like Crowley's that only shows the light of their eyes. There are no official confirmation yet, but this is a strong sign that Crowley might be the minion of Thorn Witch/Thorn Queen, moreover her right hand man, as Diablo is Maleficent's right hand, which makes Crowley also a raven and therefore meet the condition as Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland as well, since raven is the key to Mad Hatter riddle, and crow is the key from its sequel, Through The Looking Glass which refers back to quaternion in Alice in Wonderland's Mad Tea Party chapter, both raven and crow are revering to the time itself. More about the explanation of Crowley's name that's associated with Mad Hatter riddle can be found there in this post.

Silver the March Hare

I know what you are thinking, Sliver is just a normal beautiful human and not a hare nor a rabbit fae nor he is born in March but why is he the March Hare?

Just the same way as I did an analysis on Crowley previously, I will need to solve the riddle in Alice in Wonderland first and then I can show you why Silver has the role of March Hare.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. “What day of the month is it?” he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.

Alice considered a little, and then said “The fourth.”

“Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works!” he added looking angrily at the March Hare.

“It was the best butter,” the March Hare meekly replied.

“Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,” the Hatter grumbled: “you shouldn’t have put it in with the bread-knife.”

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, “It was the best butter, you know.”

Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. “What a funny watch!” she remarked. “It tells the day of the month, and doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!”

“Why should it?” muttered the Hatter. “Does your watch tell you what year it is?”

“Of course not,” Alice replied very readily: “but that’s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.”

“Which is just the case with mine,” said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. “I don’t quite understand you,” she said, as politely as she could.

In that captions from Alice in Wonderland, it's said that the Hatter's watch tells the day of the month and doesn't tell what o'clock it is, so we can assume his watch as a calendar-watch, and he said his watch is "two days wrong"

In reality, there was exactly two days’ difference between the lunar and solar calendar months, therefore we can assume that Mad Hatter’s calendar-watch runs on lunar time, and this explains why the watch is “two days wrong.”. Besides, "Mad Tea Party" can also be called a "Lunatic Tea Party".

Silver is one of the seven metals in Alchemy, and often associated with the Moon. The symbol for silver is also associated with the moon in astrology as well.

The Hatter shook his head mournfully. “Not I!” he replied. “We quarrelled last March—just before he went mad, you know—” (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) “—it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing.

“Well, I’d hardly finished the first verse,” said the Hatter, “when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, ‘He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!’”

“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice.

“And ever since that,” the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, “he won’t do a thing I ask! It’s always six o’clock now.”

A bright idea came into Alice’s head. “Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s it,” said the Hatter with a sigh: “it’s always tea-time, and we’ve no time to wash the things between whiles.”

“Then you keep moving round, I suppose?” said Alice.

“Exactly so,” said the Hatter: “as the things get used up.”

“But what happens when you come to the beginning again?” Alice ventured to ask.

“Suppose we change the subject,” the March Hare interrupted, yawning. “I’m getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.”

In the captions from "Mad Tea Party", it's said that Hatter quarrelled with Hare last March (Spring) just before March Hare went mad, at the concert of Queen of Hearts (party) where he was murdering the time and thus stuck in tea time and can't move past six.

We all know that Diasomnia chapters of twst JP are all released in spring. The frame story of Alice’s Adventures—in both the Under Ground and Wonderland versions—mirrors the story of Persephone’s journey to the underworld, in which Persephone herself is the Goddess of Spring.

As this part is only introduction, I'll not going to explain into details here, but I can confidently say that what Malleus did is actually mirroring to what actually is happening with Twisted Wonderland itself, NRC, Yuu, and Grim.

In chapter Diasomnia, the one who went mad is Malleus who is using his unique magic that can freeze timespace and murdering time itself within the range of his magic that keeps expanding as he also borrows magic from nature as he is a fae.

In Diasomnia chapter when everyone fell asleep because of Malleus' UM, Yuu and Grim appeared in a dream behind ramshackle mirror, which is Mickey's dream, and because of it's behind ramshackle mirror and in Mickey's dream, the number on the calendar is reversed. Assuming it happened in the same month as when twst JP released part 3 of book Diasomnia, it seems like Mickey had this dream on May 15th, which means when Yuu and Grim arrived in that room because of Malleus' magic as Malleus went mad and freeze the time at 21:18 , it happened the same day as Silver's birthday. It's similar to the Hatter who murdered time at Queen of Heart's concert (party) and made the time stopped at six, which also at the same time when Hare went mad. Although in chapter Diasomnia the one who went mad is Malleus and not Silver, remember what kind of tea party is in Disney's version of Alice in Wonderland where there are Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse? It's "Unbirthday Party", as it's the opposite of "Birthday Party", the same way as the reversed number in calendar as Mickey's room/dream is "The Dream Behind the Mirror".

Then you will wonder, "If Mickey, Crowley, and Silver are the three terms of quaternion, then who is supposed to be fourth term? Isn't it supposed to be four?" This is why in the beginning Crowley said "Grim and Yuu are one student" as they both represent the fourth term of quaternion.

How so? This is only an intro to the theory as I said so I won't explain it here, this is all for now. I'll post the next part after I finish writing it as it'll be even longer and much more difficult than this so please look forward to it!

[imagineanime2022]

Affection With The Brothers

Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Can I ask for how would Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beezelbub show affection?

Warning: small description of cut in Asmo's part.

Mammon

💳 Mammon will bring you some kind of present at least once a day, he’d not think twice about buying you things. 💳 He’d move you into his room slowly and before you know it you're sharing a room and anything that’s in it. 💳 When he goes off on one of his modelling gigs, he’ll bring you with him claiming you're his agent or something even if you tell him that you have no idea what you're doing. 💳 He’ll also forget all fear he has for Lucifer if you were the one getting in trouble, he’d stand up for you no matter what. 💳 He’d walk you to class and pick you up, he has to make sure that you're okay. 💳 He’d do anything you asked, he’d grumble about it but he’d definitely do what you ask him to. That includes paying back anyone that he owes money to. 💳 Stops talking to witches and succubi, who all come lookin for him some time or another and he basically ignores their existence in favour of listening to whatever you were talking about. 💳 Will give you something of his to wear in hopes that it’ll keep all the male demons away from you. 💳 He’s so unintentionally obvious about his love for you that the other brothers use it as a threat when they want him to do something for them. 💳 Genuinely dislikes sharing your attention with anyone. 💳 May not tell you he loves you very often but he will always show it.

Mammon had been called out on a last minute photoshoot, they had pleaded with him and he was about to turn them down when you told him that he had to do it, if they wanted him that bed there was no way that he could turn it down, you also threw in that he could ask for more money than usual because it was last minute.

Mammon dragged you behind him as he walked into the studio, the director walked over to greet him but you were more enamoured by the studio itself, the set looked amazing, there were a few, one that mimicked a street in devildom, another that looked more like a bedroom “is this the girlfriend you’ve been talking about?” The director asked which drew you back to the conversation.

“Yeah.” Mammon answered, scratching the back of his head.

“Mmm.” The director hummed as he looked at you.

“Are we going to get started or what?” Mammon asked.

“Behave yourself.” You warned as the director chuckled before walking towards a dressing room.

“We want you to model a new jewellery set. They wanted it out in time for the holidays, it's perfect for couples.” The director explained.

“Oh you got him!” An excited voice said to the left of you and as you looked over you saw a model, she pushed her way between you and Mammon smiling “I’m really excited to work with you.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled as he walked around her to get back to you, you gave him a small smile as he saw you in a chair before being ushered over to the mirror, his makeup and hair were done “well how do I look?” He asked.

“Amazing,” You answered, “but you know I like it better when it’s just you.” He blushed, “Come on, I want to see you work.” 

The shoot started off normal with all of the pieces being modelled alone, rings, bracelets and necklaces but then came the time that the pieces needed to be modelled as sets, Mammon looked at you and walked over to you “I wanna do this part with you.” He said.

“Mammon you don’t get to decide that.” You reminded him as he pulled you onto the set, you took note of the model on the side glaring at the both of you.

“Yeah whatever.” He pulled you into his chest and pulled out a necklace you didn’t realise that he was holding. “This is the one that matches the bracelet I’m wearing.” He spoke so softly that you were sure that no one else could hear him, he clipped it around your neck and smiled as he rested his hand on your shoulder in such a way that the pieces were together, there was a flash and the director cheered. 

“I knew this would be more authentic.” He almost seemed like an excited child. “Where are hair and makeup!” He called. “Okiku you can leave for the day.” 

“Wait-!” You attempted to stop them but Mammon span you around so that you were looking at him.

“I’ll only do this with you.” He said softly and you sighed.

“You can be so difficult.” You groaned. The photoshoot continued starting with the rings, the last set being a set of matching necklaces and bracelets. Mammon chose bedroom set seeming to have his own idea as he gently guided you back until you were laying on the bed one leg on the bed the other placed on the floor, he leant on his knee between your legs taking your hands and pressing them either side of your head, you noted the flash and expected him to move but he didn’t instead he leaned forward more and pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaning back.

“That’s all we need today.” the director finally said and Mammon smiled. “You're both amazing together please will you come back for another couple shoots?” 

“Yeah sure.” Mammon nodded “but we really got to go, we were on a date before this.” 

“Alright until next time you twp.” he waved you off.

“You know we’re never going to hear the end of this when your brothers see the pictures.” You sighed and guess what you never did.

Leviathan 

🎮 Levi needs constant reassurance, so he never really initiated anything but he gave you signs that he wanted something from you. 🎮 When he is particularly deep in his self loathing he does come looking for you, he likes it when you run your fingers through his hair. 🎮 He made you a special password so that he’d know when you were there to see him. 🎮 He’d often leave his room to find you, he’d always drag you back to his room to spend time with him. 🎮 If you asked him to go somewhere he’d go with you. 🎮 You spent a lot of time in the bathtub or on the sofa in his room between his legs resting against his chest while he held the controller playing whatever game. 🎮 Sometimes he’d get so excited that he’d press a kiss to your head or squeeze you with his tail and/or arms. 🎮 If there was anything limited edition that you had expressed interest in, be ready to find it gifted to you literally the day it comes out. 🎮 For Levi to be approved for online lessons, he had to be pretty smart, so he helped you when you didn’t understand something. 🎮 He takes the time to find out more about your home, hoping that he could make your stay a little more comfortable, not that he’d ever tell you that he was the one who did it. 🎮 He would tell you that he loved you when he was sure that you were asleep but there have been a few times that you caught him and returned the sentiment as he buried his face in your neck.

It was late on a Saturday night, Levi was sitting on the sofa, there was a new release, he knew he should be asleep but he really couldn’t, he needed to know how it ended. The soft knock on the door and the secret password had him pausing the game to look at the door, you walked in rubbing your eyes and wearing a pair of pjs that he had bought you. “(Y/N) are you okay?” 

“I…” You looked at the floor and he sat up a little more alert then he was before “I just had a bad dream that all I was hoping that I could just stay in here, I don’t want to interrupt though, I’ll go back-” 

“Hey wait.” Levi called “You're not disturbing me.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Come here.” He patted the space next to him but when you got around you climbed into his lap instead. Levi moved his hands waiting for you to get comfortable. He gently lowered his hands and despite the fact that you had done this many times before he still felt his cheeks heat up.

“What are you playing?” You asked, he almost didn’t hear you, he started talking about the game that he was playing explaining everything, he started to feel your breathing even out and continued to talk until he thought that you were asleep.

“I love you and I’ll protect you no matter what… I promise.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you too Levi.” You mumbled, his cheeks heated up again but you were asleep after that.

The next morning Asmo was told to find you and Levi since neither of you had shown up for breakfast, Asmo opened the door to Levi room after his knocking went unanswered, he leaned over the sofa and cooed at the sight, Levi was laying on his back with you laying on his chest, you face buried in his neck and his arm wrapped around your waist. “You found them?” Lucifer asked.

“They’re so cute.” Asmo cooed quietly as he stepped away from the sofa.

“Then leave them be, there are no classes today so there is no point in waking them.” Lucifer said, ushering the fifth born out of the room before closing the door.

“Ugh they can be so loud.” Levi mumbled.

“Just go back to sleep.” You suggested as you lifted your hand to run it through his hair gently coaxing him back to sleep.

Satan

🐈 Satan only has patience for you, no matter the question or how many times he has to explain something to you. 🐈 Satan is literally always with you but it’s not suffocating. Sometimes you don’t even realise that he is there until he pushes someone away from you or speaks up about something someone said. 🐈 Remembers everything that you planned to do and sends you texts to remind you of something important that you needed to do. 🐈 Calls you Love or kitten all the time, literally never uses your name. 🐈 Looks for you when he’s angry because 90% of the time he talks at you until he’s calmed down enough to deal with a situation, though if he's angry enough to invoke his demon form he’ll try to stay away from you until he’s calmed down. 🐈 His tail is dangerous, he knows this but he uses it to protect you should the need arise. He’ll also use it to grab you if he assesses ample clothing to protect you skin. 🐈 Will tolerate Lucifer if you ask him to but don’t ask him too many times because he’ll accuse you of not loving him. 🐈 Will say he loves you, whenever you do something particularly cute or endearing. 🐈 Will read books to you if you're having trouble processing the information or don’t have the time to read it yourself. 🐈 Introduces you to all of his adopted cats and leaves them in your care if he gets caught up in something. He doesn’t correct you if you refer to them as your fur children. 🐈 Literally drags you away from people he doesn’t want to share your attention with but will never admit that’s the reason that dragged you away. 🐈 Will tease you to see you get flustered, if you tease him back things will escalate quickly.

You had been laying on your bed scrolling through Devilgram when Asmo texted you informing you that Satan was looking for you and that you should be ready for a rant, 5 minutes later your door flew open and you looked up at him and smiled “what happened this time?” You asked.

“He’s doing it again.” Satan threw his hands up in the air.

“Who is doing what?” You asked, a smile on your face as you sat up.

“Lucifer, he’s… Well he’s being Lucifer.” He sighed sitting at your desk for a second, you nodded.

“Unforgivable” You smirked and he narrowed his eyes at you as you looked at him. “Honestly he should be ashamed.” 

“Are you mocking me?” He asked, you shifted slightly and he noted the way that you moved as he waited for you to answer.

“What would happen if I was?” You asked.

“You should be careful people are terrified of my temper.” He warned.

“Maybe I should leave you alone then.” You suggested as you attempted to run from him, he was quick to get between you and the door, he wrapped his tail around your waist pulling you into his chest.

“I don’t think we’re done yet.” He smirked as his hands moved down to your sides and started tickling, you legs almost giving out underneath you, he walked you backwards until you fell back on the bed that you were sitting on, climbing over you before falling on top of you. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” You breathed out running your hand through his hair and down the middle of his shoulder blades.

“For being you.” He answered, pressing a kiss to chest “please don’t ever leave me.” 

“Only if you promise to never leave me either.” You mumbled.

“Promise.” He sealed the promise with a kiss to your lips and you smiled.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo literally finds you whenever he needs anything, he includes you in everything and drags you out with him. 💅 Asmo talks about his beauty but does not impose those expectations on you, instead he’ll suggest things that you could do together. Does demand a picture for his lock screen though usually of you both together. 💅 He watches you carefully, he’ll see changes in mood or behaviour before you even notice them sometimes and often eradicate a problem before it becomes one. 💅 Love to complete his nightly routine with you and have you stay in his room. 💅 Will drop everything to come looking for you if he’s informed that there is a problem with you or by you. 💅 Will not have anyone say a single bad thing about you, he will tear down anyone who says anything he disagrees with. 💅 Will send you messages to go to sleep if he sees that you are active on social media after like 12:00am and even come find you if you ignore the text. 💅 He’ll paint your nails for you if you like that or insist that you allow him to help you take care of them. He’ll wash your hands and cream your skin for you, he loves to take care of you. 💅 Likes to lay on your chest and draw patterns on your stomach at the end of a long day. 💅 Teases you all the time but you should only tease back if you want things to go further due to his sin things get out of hand before either of you know what’s happening. 💅 Literally appears out of nowhere all the time, usually to tell you about this new product he wants you both to try out. Most small things are blown out of proportion and panic will ensue but this is all because he can’t stand the thought of you being hurt.

You had been at the House of Lamentation, Asmo was out shopping with a couple of his friends and it was your day to cook. The brothers loved the food that you cooked from home, they were always surprised by the different cultures and flavours that developed in them. You were cutting up veggies. Mammon was talking about something and Beel was leaning over you waiting to taste test something. The knife slipped and you cut your finger it was nothing serious and while you were cleaning your finger and putting a plaster on it Mammon was texting your boyfriend.

10 minutes later Asmo made his way into the kitchen “(Y/N) darling are you okay!?” He asked, walking over and taking both your hands in his.

“Asmo I need to finish cooking.” You giggled.

“Why are you still cooking? You hurt yourself.” Asmo frowned, you raised an eyebrow.

“It was a small cut, I’m fine.” You wiggled the finger that you cut “can I please finish cooking and then we can talk about this.” 

“Fine.” He pouted, he hovered for the rest of the cooking process and you almost bumped into him 5 times before you told him to go and stand with Beel and Mammon.

Dinner rolled around and the boys helped you set the table and put all of the food out everyone started eating when Asmo turned to you taking your cutlery from your hand. “Your hurt let me.” He smiled as he spooned food into your mouth.

“Do you really have to do that here?” Satan asked.

“I’m just taking care of my partner.” Asmo answered.

“I really don’t need you to look after me.” You smiled and he shook his head.

“Nonsense now eat.” He ordered spooning more food into your mouth.

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel is your silent protector, no one can ever get close enough to hurt you. 🍔 All of the food related pet names. 🍔 He’ll carry you anywhere that you can’t be asked to take yourself to, sometimes he just picks you up because you're so cute and small that his love for you overflows and he can definitely bench press you so don’t worry about him dropping you. 🍔 He’ll always be touching some part of your body to make sure that he knows where you are after being split from Belphie. He worries that you might disappear too. 🍔 Before Belphie came back he would stay in your room with you, have you lying completely on him or spoon you. When Belphie comes back the same applies but you are in his room so you're not too far away from his twin either. 🍔 Shares all his food with you, will feed you things and often forgets that you will never be as hungry as he is. 🍔 Notices changes in you and is good at anticipating what you need to feel better about yourself. 🍔 Has a hard time choosing between you and Belphie and tries to make sure that you both want the same thing, even if you assure him that it’s okay for him to spend the day with his brother. 🍔 Won’t wake you when he goes on a midnight snack run but he will check if you are awake and invite you if you are. 🍔 Will take a picture of you for his phone but he won’t ever tell you about it, you might hear about it from Belphie one day but you’ll never hear it from him. 🍔 Likes when you play with his hair and will nuzzle into your neck when he wants you to play with his hair.

You were sitting in your bed scrolling through your phone when your door opened quietly, you glanced up at Beel who was holding Belphie on his shoulder “Midnight snack time?” You asked and the smile that took over his face as he nodded.

“Why have you dragged your poor brother out of bed?” You asked with a small smile as you flung your legs over the side of the bed.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake.” He answered with a shrug and you giggled.

“Put him in my bed for now, let him sleep, I’ll go with you.” You said, Beel nodded as you put him in your bed before grabbing you and carrying you into the kitchen, he put you on the counter top as he walked over to the fridge putting a bunch of food next to you. He moved to stand in between your legs as you started feeding him the food that he had picked. “Why were you awake?” 

“Oh I was just scrolling through Devilgram and playing games.” You answered “lost track of time.” 

“Maybe you should come stay with me and Belphie, we’ll remind you to go to sleep.” He suggested.

“Sounds like a good idea, I’d have a cuddle buddy and I’ll go to bed on time.” You smiled as you leaned forward slightly, Beel met you halfway pressing a kiss to your lips. You took a bite of a slice of cake, you notice Beel’s eyes zero in on something and before you could do anything he was kissing you again, this time licking the small amount of frosting on the corner of your mouth at the same time. “You want an actual bite?” You lifted the cake to his mouth and he took a bite.

“Better the first time.” He mumbled and you looked at the door as Belphie shuffled his way into the kitchen rubbing his eyes.

“What are you two doing?” He asked.

“Just snacking.” You answered, throwing him a dessert as Beel lifted your hand to eat the last of the cake.

“You two are disgusting.” Belphie groaned as he turned away from you, you giggled as Beel squeezed you sides and snapped his teeth hoping you’d feed him something else.

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I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter Six

1.6k+ words

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS GO AWAY!! demon!reader, angst, anxiety, teasing, mentions of sex, language, fluff, dirty talk, needy jake, cocky jake, pet names, flirting

You had agreed to meet Jake’s family but the closer that day got, the more your anxiety built. You had never met a man’s family before. What if you made an absolute fool of yourself and him? But every time you would voice your concerns to Jake, he’d shut it down, assuring you that his brothers will love you. Finally the night came, and you were stood in front of your mirror finishing up getting ready.

“Jakey, what should I wear?” You groan, digging through your closet for what must be the hundredth time.

“Love, you’re overthinking it. Finish your makeup and I’ll pick you something out.” You decide not to argue with him, figuring if it’s terrible you can just pick something else. You make your way back into the bedroom after putting the finishing touches on your makeup to see the outfit Jake picked out for you.

He’d chosen a simple, long sleeved black dress that fell slightly above your knees, some short black ankle boots, and a simple cardigan to throw on overtop if you got cold. To top it all off, it complements his all black ensemble perfectly. You felt your heart swell with love for him, he had picked something cute and comfy that you could feel good in even though you were nervous about meeting his brothers.

“You did good, baby. I’m impressed.” You give him a sweet kiss, making him hum against your lips.

“Mmm, how impressed?” He teases, tugging your body into his and breathing you in.

“So impressed that I wanna blow you right here, right now. If only we had more time before we have to meet your brothers.” You huff an exaggerated sigh, giggling when his brows pinch together.

“Oh, you’re a tease. Get my cock all hard for you and now we have to leave? Okay y/n, I’ll remember that later.” He leans in to nip at your jaw, “better get dressed now, baby. Can’t keep my brothers waiting, right?” He whispers in your ear, giggling and breaking free from your hold when you try to turn his head and pull him to you for a kiss. You groan out loud, getting dressed but playfully glaring at him the whole time.

Jake opens up your car door for you, buckling your seatbelt for you also and lets his touch linger on your skin for just a moment too long. He walks around and gets in on the drivers side, putting his right arm around your headrest while he backs out of the driveway, then moves it to about halfway up your thigh.

As Jake drives to the same place he’d taken you to for dinner and drinks before, he slowly inches his hand further and further up your thigh. As torturous as it is, you refuse to react. You pretend he’s having no effect on you, and it’s driving him crazy.

“Baby…” Jake whines. “Pay attention to me…” you chuckle at the neediness in his tone.

“Oh, did you want some attention, Jakey? Why ever would I give you that?”

“Because I want it, and you love to give me what I want.” He sounds so sure of himself. The cocky tone in his voice immediately has you wanting to clench your thighs together but you still manage to keep a straight face.

“Jacob, if you do get what you want tonight, it won’t be for quite a long time. Be good and let’s have a good time with your brothers, then maybe I’ll let you make me cum when we get home. Keep being a tease and I’ll tie you up and make you watch me get myself off.” You pat his cheek lightly before unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the car, leaving him stunned in the drivers seat.

You wait outside the car for Jake but open the drivers side door up when he doesn’t join you after a minute or two. “Jake?” You ask, confused.

“I need a minute y/n.” He grumbles, eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Jake. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You reach for his hand, misunderstanding his being quiet for him being upset with you.

“Y/n. I just need a minute before I stand up so my brothers don’t see what you talking about tying me up and getting yourself off does to me. We’re okay, I love you, angel.” Jake squeezes your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Now that I got my mind off of it, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Come on, pretty boy.” You giggle, using your grip on his hand to pull him up and out of the car. The two of you walk inside hand in hand, making your way over to where you see 2 men that very closely resemble Jake, and a third who you assume is Danny, not related by blood but a brother nonetheless.

“Boys, this is y/n. Y/n these are my brothers, Josh, Sam, and Danny.” Jake introduces everyone, pointing to each of the boys as he names them off.

“Y/n it’s so nice to meet you, Jake hasn’t shut the fuck up about you since you met.” Sam laughs, making Jake’s cheeks turn a little bit pink.

“Aw, Jakey, you talked about me? Not all bad, I hope?” You giggle in return.

“Not bad at all, in fact my dear, all he’s done is sing your praises. He didn’t tell me how stunning you are though. If you ever grow tired of my lesser half, come and find me.” Josh says with a wink. It’s pretty obvious to you that he’s only joking but you don’t miss the way Jake’s face turns red and his jaw clenches.

“Y/n I’m gonna go get drinks, what would you like my love? Sam, Danny? Josh, would you please come help me carry?” Jake asks with a forced smile. He gets everyone’s drink orders and nods for Josh to follow him.

“Josh, what the fuck are you doing? I bring a girl around that I really care about and you’re instantly trying to get in her pants?” Jake asks quietly while they wait on the drinks.

Josh barks out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Dude, you need to take a breath. She’s beautiful but I’d never actually do anything. You have my word. Besides, she’s barely even looked away from you since you walked in here. It’s just a little harmless flirting. I’m sorry it made you so uncomfortable. If anything, Sam’s the one you gotta watch. You know how he is around older women.” He jokes.

Jake snorts at that, thinking Josh has no fucking idea how right he is. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way towards you, I just got a little crazy because… well, I love her.” He gets quiet towards the end.

“Yeah, I know. I can read you like a book. Did you think you were being subtle?” Josh laughs.

“Fuck off, help me carry these.” Jake picks up 3 of the drinks, leaving Josh to carry the other 2. Jake hands you your vodka cranberry first, then sets down his own whiskey and coke and whatever beer Sam and Danny are sipping on. Josh sets down the other two drinks and insists on a toast.

“To new friends, new lovers, and everyone in the bar looking to get laid tonight!” Josh shouts, cheersing everyone and then taking a big swig of his tequila soda.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Jake laughs, resting his hand on your thigh and jumping into conversation with his brothers like nothing had ever happened.

The drinks and conversation are both flowing freely, there’s never an awkward pause or uncomfortable silence. You’re getting along with Jake’s brothers wonderfully. Sam has your sides hurting from laughter and Danny doesn’t speak up all that often but when he does it’s usually something really insightful and brilliant. Josh is telling you all kinds of stories about him and Jake as kids, the crazy antics they got into pretending to be each other and everything else.

By the end of the night, everyone is feeling sufficiently smashed and no one feels comfortable to drive. Sam and Danny agree to stay with Josh, so you and Jake make sure the three of them get into their Uber safely and then sit in your car as you wait for your own Uber to pull up.

“I had a really great time tonight, y/n. I knew it would be fine but I didn’t anticipate you talking and laughing with everyone like you’d known all of us for years. Thank you for agreeing to do this for me.” Jake mumbles with his lips against the top of your head.

“I had so much fun, baby. What happened with you and Josh, though?”

“You caught that, huh?” He asks sheepishly. You just nod, waiting for him to explain. “I know it was stupid. I think I knew it was stupid when I did it. I just got so jealous for a moment that someone else was saying those things about you, I forgot to think about the fact that neither you nor Josh would do that.”

“Jake, what I said about Josh the other day- that was a joke, I just wanted to get you all possessive and cocky. I belong to you, you know that right?” You ask, holding his gaze.

“I know, angel.” He grabs your hand, opening the door to the Uber and helping you inside before walking around to the other side. “Now let’s get home so you can show me I’m yours too.” He whispers in your ear.

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Jondaisy Playlist Deep Dive

So!! For the last day of @jondaisy-week, I wanted to talk about the playlist I have for them. I'll be sharing each song, talking about why I associate it with the pairing, and then spotlighting some of the lyrics I think apply to them most accurately.

Here's the playlist on spotify, so you can check it out for yourself! But for the actual list below, I'll put YT links on each song so they're more accessible to everyone.

About the Playlist:

This was originally constructed by borrowing inspiration/songs from another jondaisy playlist by an old fandom buddy. You can find their playlist here! My playlist is in a custom order, and one I'm pretty satisfied with. It's meant to somewhat mirror Jon and Daisy's relationship arc throughout the show. It starts aggressive, intense, and tumultuous, slowly twisting into complicated and messy (or even toxic) love, before balancing out near the middle to symbolize how these two become unlikely allies and friends. And then, a bittersweet, solemn end...

Daisy by Ashnikko

This is a fun starter, mostly because I think it both does and doesn't suit Daisy. Obviously there's the title, which might make this song seem like a shallow choice just for that, but I do think there are quite a few lyrics in the song that are perfect for Daisy. Plus, I love the sound, which I do think suits her pretty well - strong and steady beat, a little dirty, with a nasty vibe. That's Daisy!

Spotlighted Lyrics:

Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring Being a bitch is my kink What the fuck else did you think? Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring It's gonna hurt, it'll sting Spittin' your blood in the sink I'm crazy, but you like that, I bite back Daisies on your nightstand, never forget it I blossom in the moonlight, screw eyes Glacial with the blue ice, I'm terrifying

Psycho by Lauren Aquilina

I like this one as a representation of Daisy's developing obsession with Jon, once she decides to Hunt him. It's got the good stalker vibes that are well suited to Daisy's pursuit, especially since the voice of the song is very much blaming the object of obsession for her fixation. Also, on a personal note, I do like applying it to AUs where Daisy does just fall into a sick sort of love with Jon and is unable to be normal about it! Uh oh, Jon!

Spotlighted Lyrics:

Maybe I'm a psycho just like you said I was You got me right, but baby, it's not my fault Oh, and I know, and I know, and I know That I've been acting so strange But you should know that you're the one who made me this way Yeah, I'm a psycho just like you said I'd be Not gonna fight the way I am naturally

Choke by Royal & the Serpent

Here, we get to the first song that's more about Jon/from his perspective. Super appropriate title, and basically every lyric is perfect for them <3 I think this one is a great song to capture The Woods Scene, given its subject matter, as well as the tone - conveying desperation and fear, the feeling of being unable to escape, but still begging to be released before it's too late...!

Spotlighted Lyrics:

You are a shadow Following me where I go I'd be better without you What are you doing to me?

Loosen your grip before I choke Can't catch my breath, I'm gonna choke I wish that you'd just let me go I don't want this, I promise, just leave me alone Loosen your grip before I...

Hellbent by Mystery Skulls

Here we enter the sort of toxic/twisted love era. Less representative of canon, more exemplifying how Jon and Daisy are great choices for such a dynamic. I'd say this song is more of a Daisy POV. All in all, great vibe and energy, capturing the intensity that I think this ship can bring out in both parties.

Spotlighted Lyrics:

I've been hellbent, baby Hellbent on makin' you love me, too Even though not what I'm supposed to do I don't give a damn, mmm

Fear & Delight by The Correspondents

This song is perfect for 'Jon diving head-first into an inadvisable relationship with the woman who tried to kill him that one time', or any other sort of scenario wherein Jon thinks he should know better than to mess with Daisy after their history, but, well... Especially in canon, it's possible he's got some wires crossed after all his weird traumas. Sometimes it's simply impossible to resist the allure of a Scary Woman...

Spotlighted Lyrics:

I don't show it but I quiver whenever you come near And I cannot decipher between the thrill and the fear I wanna stop it but like it too much to let it stop here It's wrong but I want you tonight It's not my own volition but I fell in deep By running the distance I've been advised to keep I trot to the wolf as a doting sheep It's wrong but I want you tonight

Addiction pulling me to a grave end You're an enemy who I'm keen to defend Down the black hole of my lust I descend It's wrong but I want you tonight

Love Me Dead by Ludo

Jon POV, of course. Who doesn't love a man out of his mind for some terrible, awful girl? This song might represent the height of the toxic love narrative (yknow, before getting to any metaphorical OR literal cannibalism, as we'll soon see.)

Spotlighted Lyrics:

She moves through moonbeams slowly She knows just how to hold me And when her edges soften Her body is my coffin I know she drains me slowly She wears me down to bones in bed Must be the sign on my head That says, oh Love me dead! Love me dead!

You suck so passionately You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature Finger-bangin' my heart You call me up drunk Does the fun ever start? You're hideous and sexy!

You've got the mark of the beast You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!

Hot Venom by Miniature Tigers

This one is a little odd, hard to explain... I think it carries along sentiments from the previous two songs, where something that seems dangerous or inadvisable becomes a little addictive, something you feel like you begin to need. There's also an element here that makes me think of their dynamic in s4, just briefly; perhaps it can be seen as a sly hint of what's to come. Especially in the lyrics I chose, which make me think very much of Jon becoming aware of how much he's come to depend on Daisy in s4, as well as how inevitable it is that this brief respite together will soon come to an end...

Spotlighted Lyrics:

Her venom makes me strong Stronger than I am on my own Before too long I'll wake up to it gone Wondering how I ever was happy

Cannibal Queen by Miniature Tigers

A bit more lovey-dovey, both in tone and lyrics, but my favorite thing about this song is that at first glance you might think it's a Jon POV, but I actually imagine it applying most to Daisy (so Jon is the cannibal queen in the scenario, lol.) It makes more sense once you get a good look at the lyrics~

Spotlighted Lyrics:

I'm so lucky this one lets dogs hang around It's good having somebody good for a change

Comin' for your heart like a cannibal Oh, she lets me right in and I fed 'til I'm full If something goes wrong, I'm accountable Oh, a life without her is no life at all I la la la la la la la la love you, cannibal queen

Cannibal by Tally Hall

This ended up becoming a direct companion to the previous song, for probably obvious reasons. We switch to Jon's POV, to a song chipper and lighthearted in tone despite the subject matter. Here we have a Jon who is content to let Daisy take her fill of him...

Spotlighted Lyrics:

Looking for a cavern A place where she can stay Waiting for the darkness When she leaves obsessed to make her way to me Because it's getting to the time when she will need to feed, and I am The willing victim of a cannibal She rips out my bones just like I'm an animal And right when I'm feeling like my blood is drained She calls it a game But the wound that she leaves is unmistakable

Misery Meat by Sodikken

I like this one after the previous songs because it sort of brings us back down to a less idealistic and romantic energy. Devoured by a cannibal, and now you're just miserable meat, a body to be picked at. At the same time, I think this is well suited for Jon because it has an air of dark humor, of begrudging acceptance of horrible circumstances. We settle down and find some strange equilibrium in the midst of misery right before transitioning into a new era...

Spotlighted Lyrics:

As you open up my ribs, the blood flows out like a river You strip my bones away as you indulge in my liver And the more that I am in pain The more that you'll gain And to me, that seems like a pretty fair trade You bite my nervous system ignites The tormenting spite Sacrifices must be made

Spit It Out by IAMX

I love this one, because it sounds dirty and dark and dour to me, with the vocals coming in to evoke a sense of rawness. This is very much the start of 's4 era jon and daisy' to me. They're both crumbling, lost and in pain, and as they weaken, they fall into each other. Here, they begin to really speak to each other and recognize one another as real and the same.

Spotlighted Lyrics:

And if you're hurting I will replace the noise With silence instead Flushing out your head

When you're in pieces Just follow the echo of my voice It's okay Tune into that frequency

'Cause it breaks my heart That we live this way

The past is weakness Don't beg the question When the answer is war There are moments when I'm overcome

Monster by dodie

This one feels quintessential for jondaisy. More than any other song on this list, this one feels like it carries their spirit, the thesis statement of Jon and Daisy within the show. To me it's a song they are both singing, not only to themselves or each other, but to everyone, the world. Gnashing teeth as they settle into the reality of their mutual monsterhood.

Spotlighted Lyrics:

A meter apart You blankly stare We shout in our heads Are you still in there? Well this ends bad, then We knew it would So we won't eat our words 'Cause they don't taste good I'm guessing that I've grown horns I guess I'm human no more

Look, I know that I've seen this before High and mighty, at the top of your list Adoring every move, now my rank is sinking But we're both guilty of black or white thinking And through my red eyes, you look pale All of your scars now looking more like scales Two ugly creatures, two sinister preachers Blind to the past, like a couple of monsters Just a couple of monsters

Hunger by Of Monsters and Men

To me, this one carries the idea of them both being determined not to feed. It's the beginning of the end for Daisy, given her choice to separate herself from the Hunt. For me this makes me think most of Daisy explaining why she's made her choice to Jon, how she refuses to ignore her own agency in the matter; it's an echo of the sentiment, and them reminding each other to keep it in mind, to keep each other in check.

Spotlighted Lyrics:

But for the longest time I knew There was nothing left for us to do But I tried, oh, I try And in this quiet company There is nothing staring back at me I'm in need of the sound Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you Voices disappear when you are speaking, in sombre tunes I will be the wolf and when you're starving, you'll need it too Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you It isn't you, it isn't

I'm Tired by Labrinth & Zendaya

I see this and the next two songs as closers to the playlist. Strength waning, Jon and Daisy find themselves tired of their struggles, and coming to peace with the idea of approaching their ends. It's hard to describe exactly, but I think this song is a good representation of what they both regret: the people they hurt, the things they did, just... the way things turned out, in the end. Quiet, reflective, and sad.

Hey, Lord, you know I'm fighting Hey, Lord, you know I'm fighting I'm sure this world is done with me Hey Lord, you know it's true Now the tide is rolling in I don't wanna win Let it take me, let it take me I'll be on my way How long can I stay? In a place that can't contain me

Sorry by dodie

This one is so... ahh... Okay so, the way I apply this song is very much like... I imagine these are Daisy's thoughts and feelings in the moments right after she is shot and killed by Basira in s5. Her spirit, freed from her body, finally severed wholly from the Hunt. I think about Daisy standing over the scene and saying sorry, an apology no one can hear, and feeling all her life's regrets before she is gone for good. I also think, given how things end up with Jon, the voice could very much be coming from him, too. Maybe it's both of them...

Spotlighted Lyrics:

It happened fast Like a fired gun Bleeding out Then it was done There was the end I couldn't find, found too late

And oh, didn't want to believe such a monster in me And I know, I've always known, in the end, I'd be sorry And that's all I am now, it's all I can be Is sorry

In a Week by Hozier

For the end of the playlist, the only way I can think to explain my feelings are, like... There was a moment where I realized, if we are trying to stick to canon, there is only one 'good end' for Jon and Daisy. Only one way they would both get what they truly wanted, which was to be free, to not do further harm to others, to escape the ugliness inside them and become inert. Only one way for things to end well, for them to be content. This song. For Jon and Daisy, the best ending they could have gotten was both of them choosing to starve to death rather than hurt anyone else, slipping away together in secret so they can die someplace quiet, but not alone.

Spotlighted Lyrics:

I have never known peace Like the damp grass that yields to me I have never known hunger Like these insects that feast on me A thousand teeth And yours among them, I know Our hungers appeased Our heartbeats becoming slow

We lay here for years or for hours Your hand in my hand So still and discreet So long we become the flowers We'd feed well the land And worry the sheep

And they'd find us in a week When the buzzards get loud After the insects have made their claim After the foxes have known our taste After the raven has had its say I'd be home with you

[magoapple]

Strawberry Cake

Jooyeon X Neutral Reader

Word count: 771

Warnings: Heart squeezing cuteness with an overload of wholesome

Genre: Established relationship au

Summary: Jooyeon and you have been dating for a few months. Today you have some alone time and you're both hungry so why not bake a strawberry cake?

Jooyeon and you have been trying to have a special day together for well over a week. Every time you'd try to plan and look at your schedules, they'd never match up. However, today you and him had a free day and none of the members would be in the dorm, so Jooyeon was quick to call you up. You were busy flipping through channels when your phone rang. Your head perked up and grabbed the device, quickly, accepting after seeing your boyfriends name.

“Yeonnie I missed you!” You could hear his adorable chuckle through the phone before he spoke. “I missed you to love, listen we got a free day today and the other members are doing things with their family, so I was wondering if you'd like to co-”

“Yes I would!” You didn't mean to cut him off, but you've been dying to have time with him. “Ah sorry Yeonnie I didn't mean to cut you off, I've just really really been missing my time with you.” Jooyeon chuckled at your cuteness. He didn't mind you cutting him off because it just allowed him more time to hear your voice. “So should I come get you now or wait?” You tapped your chin in a hastily manner.

“Definitely now… If that's okay.” Jooyeon nodded and said his goodbye as he began the drive to your apartment. You quickly got dressed in the cutest shades of pink and beige. After checking yourself in the mirror and straightening your hair, a knock rung through your ears. You didn't need to look to see who, as you already knew who it was. As you opened the door, Jooyeons smile widened, and he drew you in for a hug.

“Mmm I missed hugging you, remind me to ask if I can sneak you in my guitar case.” Jooyeon earned a playful slap from you for his joke. You grabbed your bag and joined him in the car. The drive to the dorm wasn't long, though it was long enough for Jooyeon to show you two of his groups' new songs. You loved the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his bandmates and their music. You also loved the way that when he was holding your hand, he'd tap his thumb on yours to the beat.

Once you too arrived at the dorm, Jooyeon got out and opened the door for you. “Oh by the way, I have a surprise for you… Well, technically both of us.” You quirked your brow but took his hand and followed him inside. “I sometimes swear I might trust you too much.”

“Y/N there's no such thing!” You both laughed and when Jooyeon led you into the kitchen, it was then that you saw the strawberry cake mix and baking utensils out and laid on the counter. You turned to look at Jooyeon and he seemed ready to explain. “Okay, so I was hungry, figured you might be too, and I know you love everything strawberry, so I thought we could make a cake together.”

Jooyeon looked so adorable as he twiddled his thumbs and looked at you with a gentle gaze. You couldn't help but lean up and press a kiss to his cheek. “I'd love to, Yeonnie.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and rushed over the cake mix like a little child. You followed right after him and got to baking, after washing your hands, of course. The both of you filled the kitchen with giggling and gasps that could be heard over the soft music playing.

While decorating the cake, you and Jooyeon somehow got frosting all over your face and on the counter. You both were so caught up in the moment of being together, with Jooyeon back hugging you as you cut the strawberries, that you didn't notice when the music stopped playing. “Jooyeon." You called to your boyfriend in a shy voice. Jooyeon thought something happened, and he checked your hands, making sure you didn't hurt yourself.

“Yeah Y/N what is it? Is everything okay?" You chuckled and pecked his lips. “Its all okay, just I know we haven't said it before but… Jooyeon, I love you.” Your face was beaming red like the strawberries and so was Jooyeons as he pecked your lips. “I love you too.” Let's just say the cake was completely forgotten about as you two cuddled up on the couch in each other's arms. The other members didn't mind because as they came back they ate the cake while quietly cooing at how cute you both were.

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[haravath0t]

One More

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning(s): smut 18+ (minors DNI), dom!bucky, overstimulation, dirty talk (if I'm missing any feel free to let me know so I can add it in!)

Word Count: 529

A/N: Hello, hello! After a huge huge massive wall about writing smut and the insecurities that go with it, I finally decided to take a shot at it for the first time! So I apologize in advance if it isn't the best smut drabble out there! I gotta say thank you thank you thank you to @world-of-aus for not only helping me choose a little prompt to write from, but also being supportive and making an insecurity of mine a little easier to deal with! Like all other times, please let me know your thoughts!

“Oh you’re so cute, sweetheart. I knew you were able to give me one more,” He praises, his deep chuckle resounding against your skin, making you shake even more. He groans at your whimpers as he presses one more kiss to your overstimulated bud.

“God you’re so beautiful like this, falling apart for me. Over. And over...” The blue eyed brunette coos, his eyes opening as he sits up to watch you shake from yet another high that has been chased.

His smirk grows as sweet sighs of his name leave your lips. You pull him into you even more, your inviting legs and pleading eyes beg for him to bring you to that sweet release. “Mmm you fucking deserve this don't you, you pretty little thing.”

A cry leaves your lips as he slides up your sweat slicked skin barely giving you a chance to breathe before he’s sheathing himself inside of you the feeling of his hands firm on your waist and the rocking of his hips leaving you breathless. He watches you scramble to find something to cling to as he fucks into you roughly. He grabs your hands in his much larger ones pressing them above your head as he pushes you over.

The first real wave of pleasure hits. Then another. Then another.

“God, I know you can give me one more… oh, you’ve been such a good girl… fuck…” he groans, eyes barely held open after experiencing a glimpse of ecstasy. “You’re gonna cum nice and-“

The rest of the sentence fails to leave his mouth as he sees a sight he didn’t expect to see beneath him.

Tears.

Fear takes over his once hooded eyes as he watches tears track your cheeks. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He whispers, his hands releasing yours, his rhythm stopping as he wipes your tears ever so gently with his thumbs, guilt slowly creeping in.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, we can stop here okay? I don’t wanna hurt you-“

He gets caught by surprise as your shaking legs wrap themselves tighter around his waist, his eyes looking into yours. “N-no,” you gasp shakily as you try to control your breathing.

“A-are you sure sweetheart?”

You smile shyly and nod reaffirming him with your answer with another motion of your thighs bringing his figure close to yours.

“Please…” you whine, head turning to press a kiss against his vibranium forearm.

“Please don’t stop.”

Your now hoarse voice begging him to continue to ruin you awakens something in him, especially knowing that you wanted him to do more. He watches your eyes again, seeing the yearning in your hooded eyes. He’s taken away from his trance when the plea leaves your lips once again, your fingers interlocking with his, taking them above your head back to its previous position.

“Please.”

A smirk once again returns to his lips as you continue to breathe heavily, a slight smirk being mirrored towards his way.

“Mmm, I should make you beg a lot more often,” he starts his gentle yet firm grip returning to your hands. “Beg one more time for me, sweetheart.”

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[hotforharrysheart]

Sensory Escape Part 2

You both had fallen into deep sleep after last night's activities, a mix of legs and arms tangled together. Harry's phone starts beeping early. He gently untangles himself to grab it off of the nightstand. He pauses to kiss your temple and roll you away.

“Jeffery, this better be important!?"

“Yeah you are bothering me, but what?"

You sigh and try and go back to sleep but his conversation is keeping you awake.

“Hang the fuck on,” he groans and pushes the duvet back and walks over to put on some shorts. “Waking everyone.”

You roll on to your back and push your fingers through your hair.

“Yeah she's tryna rest...no thanks to you.”

“Babe, I'm gonna take this in the kitchen,” he says, as he kisses your forehead.

Rolling onto your tummy you can't help but admire his back muscles as he walks around. You groan as he leaves the room and realize that you're not gonna be able to go back to sleep. You drop your head down on the pillow..."the life of an international pop stars girlfriend.." but you grin into the pillow. “Wouldn't trade it for the world,” you think to yourself. You move to get up and sigh deeply at how sore you are. Standing up you move to the window. “Mmm, hot tub sounds nice,” you think to yourself. “No suit..." you mutter under your breath. You grab his purple robe and snuggle into it, enjoying the smell of him lingering in the fibers. Stopping by the mirror you give yourself a pep talk about going to the hot tub naked. You also admire a slight kissing bruise on your collarbone and the bruises on your hips where his hands dug in. “love marks…” you whisper and you smile to yourself. Immediately, you begin to nibble on your fingers, but you jerk them out of your mouth, trying to break the habit. Barefoot, you move from the bedroom and down the stairs. You hear Harry's voice as you get closer to him.

He gives you a smile and mouths “sorry" while pointing at the phone.

You kiss his forehead as you go by and motion to the hot tub, giving him a flash of your tit on the way out.

He laughs his breathy little laugh and then licks his lips at the sight of your breast and the love mark.

You smile shyly and open the double glass doors to the garden patio and walk carefully to

the edge of the hot tub. You look back and see Harry standing at the door, hand on the top frame, phone to his ear. You blush, but meet his eyes. Maintaining eye contact you pull the belt of the robe and let it slowly drop from your frame. You blush at the unabashed perusal of your body.

Harry's knuckles turn white on the door frame. “Jeffery…can we wrap this up?”

“Yeah, yeah…ok…can we talk bout this later?”

His fingers go in circles making a wrap it up gesture as Jeffery keeps talking. “Jeffery, my woman is naked in the hot tub for fuck's sake I'm hanging up.”

He rolls his eyes. “You have 10 seconds to wrap this up. I’m serious.”

The call finally ends and he sighs, “Jesus,” he says, as he throws the phone on the couch. He stops to look out the door one more time, his jaw flexing.

You see he's off the call so you give him a come hither finger.

“Killin' me…” he says to himself. He walks out the door with a determined confidence to the edge of the hot tub.

“Hi,” you say, shyly.

He breathes out a laugh. “Hi. Whatcha doin' our here all by yourself?"

“Needed a soak. I'm..uhhh…I'm a little sore,” you tell him, blushing.

His eyebrows go up and he smirks, smug.

“But in a…how’d you put it with Corden? Oh yeah…in a cool way.”

“Sore in a cool way, huh, babe?"

“Mmmm…Join me?"

He smirks and reaches to pull down his boxers, maintaining eye contact, and pushes them down his legs. He steps in and sits down next to you, his arms moving you to straddle him. “Sorry about the early call."

You brush his hair back, "it's ok, baby, know you’re a very busy, very wanted man.”

“Hmmm…it seems never ending sometimes. Thank you for understanding." He moves his hands around to your bum to pull you in closer.

His eyes fall to your nipples with the water lapping at them.

Your hands are on the side of the hot tub and move to his shoulders.

“Told Jeff you were naked in the hot tub so I needed to go.”

“You didn't!" You exclaim, and you bury your face in his neck. “So embarrassing.”

He chuckles. “He knows we have sex, ya know.”

“Oh my god Harry…you're so blunt.”

“Knows we’re not just here for the landscape views.”

“I know, but still…” You whine against his neck. “Lovin' this view right here..." He says, circling your nipple. “Wish I had my phone…l'd take a picture.”

“Really?"

“Mmmm…”

You watch his finger on your sensitive flesh.

“Is it sore her, my love? Can I kiss it better?"

You sit up taller in the water so he can have better access.

His other wet hand moves to your cheek, thumb on your neck, as it slides down your skin to your other breast. “So beautiful.”

Your eyes meet his and your fingers go to his open mouth. You gasp as his lips close around your thumb. "You're beautiful too, H.” You press your lips to his. “So pretty,” you whisper as your hands move to his hair. “Want you so much…” You press your pelvis down, moaning at the feel of his hard cock.

He leans in and kisses down your neck to your breast, mouth suctioning to your nipple.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

He releases your nipple with a pop. “Happy to, darling.” His mouth moves back up your body until he reaches your waiting mouth and he stops right at your lips, his lips just barely touching yours. He looks like he wants to say something but then he presses his lips to yours in soft kisses. His kisses are open mouthed, soft and sensual. He's not in a hurry. He's just enjoying the feel of your mouth on his.

You lick his bottom lip.

He runs his hand through you hair grabbing at your head. Breathing heavy, forehead to forehead, “need ya so much.”

“Harry…”

He pulls you in closer and kisses you again, this time, his tongue at the seam of your lips, and you let him in, his tongue tangling with yours. His kiss turns frantic and hands slide down your skin as he's kissing you…down your sides, thumbs skating over your nipples to your hips, down your tummy to your entrance, fingers sliding down your slit.

You both inhale deeply.

He smiles..."so good.”

Your hand slides down his body until you reach his cock, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. You smile…”mmmm…”

He kisses up your ear, sucking on your earlobe and whispers, “ever fucked in a hot tub?"

You can feel his smirk next to your ear. “No..."

Your hand is slowly moving up and down his dick.

He whispers in your ear, “baby, put me inside you.”

You move your hips back and position him at your entrance before sliding forward and slowly letting him enter you. Your mouth drops open once he's fully inside you.

He chuckles. “You're cute, know tha'?" He gently bites the apple of your cheek. “Ya always have that expression on your face when I first enter you."

“You fill me up...so full, Harry. Can feel you right here.” You take his hand and place it over your lower tummy, both of you looking down to where your hands are.

“Fuck baby, that's hot. Ya see me inside you?"

You move up then down slightly while you both watch and you feel yourself get wetter as you're watching. You whisper to yourself, “…can't believe…”

He pulls your chin up so you are eye to eye. “Can’t believe what?"

“Just didn't think this would ever happen.”

He smirks, his lips moving to your ear, lips just grazing, “You were made for me. This cunt was made for me."

“Harry.." You’re flexing your hips and moving up and down on his cock slowly. “Feels so good…The water.." you lean in kissing him, “your cock.”

His fingers squeeze your bum as his eyes meet yours again. "Mean it, though. You were meant for me.” He stops your movements. “Wan’ ya to understand that. Things we did yesterday…Never done tha’ with anyone else..."

Searching his eyes…shyly, "Me either."

“Tha’s something…would you wanna do tha’ again?"

You smile shyly. "I loved it. I hated it at times but…I loved it.”

“Wha’ did ya hate?" He looks slightly concerned. “Did I hurt ya?"

“No, no, no..." You grab his face, "that's not what I meant. Hated not getting to see and touch you...but that's because I love watching you and touching you… but at the same time…” your eyes shift down "it was so good.”

“Did yeh just got wetter?”

“Yes,” you say, breathily. “The waiting. The anticipation…it was intense but felt so good. Want you to do it again…maybe longer next time,” you tell him, blushing.

“Ya did so good for me...so open.” He thrusts up, “so sexy" (pulls out a little), “so goddamn trusting" he thrusts up again.

“God Harry... feels so good.”

“Maybe sometime I'Il tie your arms and legs up too.” He thrusts up hard.

“Harry!"

He’s not sure how, but he just got harder. “Make me so hard.”

“Fuck, you feel so good! Unghhh…so good!" You squeeze your eyes closed as he moves inside you.

He trails his fingers down your neck and sternum, under the water, and pushes you back just a little, hand splayed on your tummy, thumb drawing circles on your clit. “Sweetheart, I really need to make you cum. Need it so bad. Need to see it.”

“I'm close…so close,” you tell him, as your head drops back on your shoulders, your hair touching the water. Tits bouncing and moaning loudly. “Don't stop!”

“Jesus, wouldn’t dream of it...cum for me, love. Wanna feel you. Cum for me.”

Your walls are tightly clenching him as you lift your head up so you’re face to face with him. “Harry…I'm…I'm…”

“Let go, babe.”

Your back arches as your orgasm hits you, your nipples brushing his chest and that's enough to make him cum. You're both shaking and breathing hard.

“Ya alright?"

You can still feel your cunt pulsing and you're trying to regulate your breathing. “Y-yes." You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, pressing kisses up and down his throat. You shiver.

“Cold? He asks, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hmmm…No, not really.”

“Ya shivering, baby.”

You pull back and kiss him deeply, ending the kiss with smacking kisses to his lips. "I'm so good, so good.”

He smiles, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You cock your head to the side, "you ok, H?"

He smiles, hand moving to your cheek, thumb next to your mouth. “I've never been happier. I'm…you're…this.." He sighs. “I'm just so happy."

“My sweet, sweet boy.” You smile, brushing a curl behind his ear. “Oh, how you turn me inside out.”

“Let's get out and warm up...I can build a fire. We can have a glass of wine and some of that popcorn you love.”

“I'd love that.” Feeling particularly confident you step out of the hot tub and throw a saucy smile over your shoulder.

He shakes his head, smiling to himself, “Jesus.”He hops out behind you and pulls you to him.

“Can't get enough of me, huh?"

“Ya ARE just like I like ya...wet all over…” As you walk off he gives your bum a little tap and says, “Love ya.”

You blush and turn around, "really?"

He nods, cheeks pink.

You step back to him, “love you too.”

[weepingvoidpenguin]

One of Your Favorites

Jealous Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have an objective. Get Rumlow to confess. Simple enough, right? No. Aside from his usual condescending attitude towards you, Bucky has made it extremely apparent that he doesn’t think you’re capable of - well, anything, but especially not handling Rumlow. And yet, he is the biggest challenge of this entire ordeal.

Warning: T R I G G E R WARNING!! ATTEMPTED SA, DRUGS, language, light smut. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT READ IF SA WILL TRIGGER YOU. 

Word Count: 8.3k

   “We have good intel stating he’s working as a double agent for HYDRA. Selling information, exploiting tactics, even going so far as to tell them where we’ll be and when.” Natasha scanned the room, making sure she had everyone’s attention during the briefing. 

   You slouched back in your swivel chair and twisted to-and-fro slightly with your hands gripping the arm rests on either side. It took all of your willpower to act engrossed in her words. And you meant every single drop. You’d been paying attention, sure, but the only issue was the dominating presence two seats to your right and directly in your line of sight to Natasha. You rolled your chair to the left to clear the path for the third time, only for him to block your way without missing a beat. The growl that left your mouth was nearly involuntary. Nearly.

   How long would this man act like a child? Despite his graceful and seemingly unsuspecting movements, you were fully aware his placement was intentional. This was not the first, nor did you doubt that it would be the last, time that Bucky acted impudently toward you. Frankly, you’d grown bored of his behavior. It was the same thing everyday. He would act a nuisance during the briefings, speak over you whenever he had the chance, steal the limelight from you and invalidate any concerns or thoughts you shared. The whole charade grew tiring and he had been dancing on thin ice for months now.

   You averted your gaze from burning holes through the freshly washed, brown locks and switched your attention back up to the redhead. Thankfully, too, because you managed to catch the end of her sentence just as she locked eyes with you.

   “And that’s why Y/N is going to be the one to extract the information from him,” she finished.

   You blinked, “Wait, what?” 

   Bucky straightened his posture and threw a quick glance your way, “Yeah, what? She’s got no heat, couldn’t toast marshmallows if we gave her all day. She shouldn’t lead this, she wouldn’t know how,”

   “Well, tonight might be a good time to start learning, then,” Steve chimed in, throwing a wink your way. You smiled and appreciated his aid, not because you needed it but because at this point, you were seething and if you opened your mouth to defend yourself this meeting would go south, quickly. Luckily, Steve always believed you were capable of a great deal of things and knew you strove for more experience so any opportunity to lead or expand was one he thought you should take. 

   “Besides,” Tony spoke up, twirling a platinum pen between his fingers from across the table, “our little double-agent has always had the hots for Y/N so unless you’re gonna be the one to bat your eyelashes at him and get him alone in a room, Mr. Barnes, we have to use his own flaws against him.” He turned to face you and held up a hand, “Not to say that liking you is a flaw, you’re great Hot-Stuff but exploiting him is our best option indefinitely,”

   “Do I have to seduce him?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow towards Nat, trying your damned hardest to avoid the unmistakable glare the brown-haired super soldier was sending your way. 

   “The only thing you have to do is extract any information on him that you can. Get him a little drunk, catch him in a slip-up or two, take note of any inconsistent stories and be on your merry way,” she reassured, “How you manage to do that is up to you,”

   “Ooh, extortion,” Clint chirped up from the far back corner, his hands rubbing together maliciously around an arrow he pulled from his sheathe, something you noticed he did a lot when he was uninterested; be it a person, mission, or conversation.

   “No. Not extortion,” Steve shut it down and you chuckled at how Clint’s countenance fell into one of disappointment. 

   “Not yet anyway,” Natasha mumbled and you sighed as she walked around the room and handed each of you a folder with your individual objectives inside.

   “But he’s such a pervert,” you grumbled.

   “All the easier,” 

~

   The rest of the day was drudged with Nat while she taught the pertinence of body language (both yours and theirs), verbal ruses, and overall ensnarement. You bat your eyelashes until you were certain you would catch enough wind to fly away, smirked enough that your cheeks began to ache and raised your eyebrows ‘til you felt the impending wrinkles on your forehead. By the end of the drill you weren’t sure you were even going to make it to the company party from the migraine creeping its way on.

   “How’s the bait coming along?” His voice alone caused you to roll your eyes but you paid no mind while you rubbed at your temples and stood up alongside Natasha.

   “She’s not gonna be able to lie to me any time soon but she can flirt her way to whatever she wants,”

   “Benefits of targeting a narcissistic misogynist, they don’t think anyone can fool them.” Tony belted as he sauntered into the room with strawberries, offering them out to you while he munched on one.

   “She’ll still mess it up,” Bucky countered, “Make someone else do it,”

   You plucked the fruit off Tony’s tray and examined it, trying to figure out whether you were going to consume it or use it as a weapon.

   “I really appreciate your words of encouragement, James. Unfortunately, they’re not wanted, nor are they needed.” You bit into the fruit and glided towards the door, looking over your shoulder at the super soldier, “So unless you actually have something to contribute, I suggest you stay the hell out of my way while I get the job done,”

   Nat walked out behind you and handed you a tiny, skin-colored device meant to conceal itself and you placed it in your ear. 

   “The conversation is gonna be recorded so we can catch any inconsistencies. We’ll all be able to hear what you’re saying so tread on delicate waters but don’t be afraid to shake mountains if you have to,”

   You nodded and opened your door for her to enter your room knowing she’d want to help you get ready for the event. Natasha, shocking as it turns out, enjoys company while preparing for events. She would much prefer to be surrounded by people than be alone. You never had gall to ask her why that is. Or maybe you respected her too much to ask.

   An hour had passed, maybe two, but you enjoyed the silence between you both. There was no need to fill the empty quiet when it was so comfortable and welcoming. You two spoke without words at times and that was probably your favorite personal skill. Eventually, there came a knock on your door and you opened to find Wanda with her flat iron and make-up bag in tow. It’d long since been decided that your room was the gathering center.

   Wanda helped you finish touching up your outfit and you waited on your bed while they finished getting ready. Nat occasionally quizzed you on certain situations and how you should act depending on the tones and moods of the conversation. You tried to explain that you didn’t have difficulty reading a room but Nat tested you all the same. 

   “And if he puts his hand on your thigh?” She called out from your bathroom.

   “Then he loses it,” you practically sang in response.

   You were met with a flying hairbrush and laughed at the onslaught.

   “You’re not the only one with that mentality,” Wanda called out as well, her iron glossing over thin strands of hair.

   “Nat knows I can handle myself.” You sat up on the bed and went over to your closet to collect your favorite pair of shoes to go along with the formal attire Nat selected for tonight. “What a coincidence that we happen to have a company party the same night we have to extract information,” you hollered over your shoulder, moving aside terribly worn shoes while you scoured for the pair you had in mind.

   “This objective has been in the works for weeks now,” Nat released the tendril of hair from around the barrel and pinned it to her head so it could cool.

   “Wow, thanks for the heads up, then.” You gripped the desired pair and placed them beside your nightstand for later.

   “The plan wasn’t solid until we knew for a fact that Rumlow was coming. It’s a company party so it’s not mandatory but once he heard you were making an appearance, it didn’t take very much persuading,”

   You rolled your eyes and plopped back down on your mattress, “He’s so annoying, I doubt I can hold much of a conversation with him,”

   “Take a shot or two to ease your nerves, if he sees you drinking it’ll put him at ease too. He’ll be more inclined to drink,” Natasha recommended. “But don’t act too out of character. If you were always curt and short with him and suddenly you start acting over-friendly, he may get suspicious. He’s an idiot but he’s a paranoid one,”

   You nodded, taking a mental note to have a half-empty bottle in your grasp when Rumlow arrives. If he thinks you’ve already been drinking, he might also consider catching up. 

   “Y/N? Not uptight for once?” Wanda sarcastically questioned. “I can’t picture it,”

   “Oh, fuck off,” you grumbled and in turn received laughter from the two girls. “Besides, of all of us I’m by far the least uptight. Barnes takes the cake for that one,”

   There was a beat of silence that you didn’t register before you were met with a response.

   “Ya know, he’s not as bad as you paint him out to be.” Nat unpinned the curl from her head and moved on to the next section, “He’s got some serious loyalty and always willing to volunteer first for everything,”

   You lifted your head to stare at her reflection through the mirror, “What are you talking about? He’s annoying and irate and lacks a filter,”

   “Mmm, irate isn’t the word I would use,” Wanda countered, looking over to Natasha.

   Nat shook her head in response, “I’d lean more towards . . . over-protective,” 

  “Much better,” Wanda agreed.

   You squinted your eyes at their image and felt the corners of your lips turn downwards, “Over-protective? Since when are you two defending Barnes?”

   “We’re not defending him, per say.” Wanda glanced over to Nat, “We’re just trying to give you a fresh perspective,” 

   “You could give me a brand new pair of eyes and I’d still see him the same,” you retorted, now leaning on your elbows due to the strain on your neck. 

   They ignored the comment, “And he’s only annoying to you,”

   “You’re telling me he doesn’t annoy you at all?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

   “More like . . . he doesn’t go out of his way to mess with us.” Nat applied a nude color onto her lips.

   “So you agree that he goes out of his way to irritate me,” you stated rather than asked.

   “That’s been made very apparent,” Wanda responded. “But you have to wonder why,”

   You huffed a little and sprawled back out on the bed just to result in staring at the ceiling above. If you looked hard enough your mind would create pictures from the chaos of the cracks and shapes began to form. Sometimes, when the night lay still and life seemed to dwindle at the edges of your reality, you could swear a familiar face fashioned together and your imagination ran wild with the images you’d see. Some that brought a warmth to your cheeks even now. 

   You shot up out of bed and shook the memories from your vision. Ugh. He haunts you even when he’s not actively tormenting you. How he’s managed to crawl his way so deeply within your skin you had no idea but you fought for control of your thoughts whenever you caught them slipping into that hellhole.

   “Or slipping into euphoria,” Wanda chimed in.

   “Wanda!” You scolded, crossing your arms, “Euphoria my ass,”

   “Yeah, he thinks so too,” she continued and you chucked the abandoned hairbrush back their way. 

   “Stay out of my head,” you jokingly sniped at her but was met with a low chuckle.

   “I didn’t even have to be in your head to know what you were thinking of,” Nat defended and caught your weapon of choice.

   “Are you guys done yet?” You rolled your eyes and stretched yourself out before swiping up the pair of heels you’d chosen and sliding them onto your feet.

   “Why? Are you in a hurry to see a certain someone?” Natasha teased and Wanda let out an eruption of laughter.

   “All right, I’m done.” You made a beeline for the door and threw it open, “Lock up when you’re finished!” You bellowed over your shoulder and made your way to the top floor of the building where all the parties are typically held.

   You didn’t run into anyone on the way up and you used that time to calm yourself, prying inch by inch away from the invasive thoughts that called for you in the darkest hours of the night. But, then again, maybe those tormenting thoughts weren’t that bad? You mean, he certainly IS handsome, very much so actually. And he has the most knee-wobbling smirk you’d ever come to know, not to mention those little tricks he does with his knives always manage to entrance you. God, did he know how to use a knife. 

   On more than one occasion had you caught yourself staring at how his hands encapsulated the hilt of the blade. How they clenched and relaxed, drawing out some of the more prominent veins on one of the extremities; of course, you were even more so enticed by the hand he hid as well. You’d imagined what it felt like to have such strong hands grip onto your thighs and coax you into spreading them open with just a few teasing touches here and there. You couldn’t fathom the front you’d put up would last very long, he was stellar at pulling reactions from you. He’d see you break under his caresses and he’d degrade you like he always did but this time it’d emit a different response from you, one that made you whimper and shake. At that, he’d probably call you a good girl, he definitely seems the type to switch between degradation and praise, and would press his mouth up just where you wanted it the most. You’d try your hardest to be quiet but damn the way that tongue moved against you and the way he’d pull you harder against his face at each sound of pleasure you let slip past your lips. He’d enjoy it, too. Eyes closed as he devours you, he likes to put on a show for you to watch. Give you a memory that’ll slick your thighs later that night if he hadn’t fucked you into a coma by then. He’d make you watch him and if you dared to close your eyes you’d earn a firm, cold smack on your ass. He knows you like when he uses temperature play. He growls a little too, he can’t help his innate behavior. Then, just as the accumulation is coming to its apex he’d pull away abruptly and kiss you straight on your mouth so you can taste yourself and that’d earn him another whimper which would result in another smack that leads to that cold metal trailing its way to your core and just as he pushes the tip of his finger inside-

   You cough and straighten your posture as the elevator door opens. When had you leaned up against the back wall of the elevator? Oh Gods, you could feel the slick at the apex of your thighs and you squeezed them together as inconspicuously as you could in fear that you were producing a . . . scent that would be rather difficult to conceal. But the slick only grew worse when you locked eyes with the person stepping into the elevator.

   Fuck.

   “That’s what you chose to wear?” He asked, a certain venom in his tone that immediately calmed the ache in your heat.

   “And what would you have me wear instead, Barnes?” You quipped back, your body facing forward as he took his place beside you in the cramped space.

   There was a beat of silence. Then another. “Not that,” he responded.

   “Well I’ll make sure to ask you next time since you have such impeccable taste,” you retorted, your eyes yet to abandon the sight of the closing doors.

   You weren’t sure of all the effects of the Super Soldier Serum that had been injected into Bucky and all that it heightened but you prayed to any God that would listen that his hearing wasn’t one of those things. You were too preoccupied with attempting to settle the hot pulse beating between your legs to worry about how loud your discomfort came across.

   “What do you look so nervous about?” Bucky’s gruff voice prodded. “You can’t possibly be nervous about the mission considering how big-headed you are,”

   You took a deep, long breath and held it to soothe you. Had you not been so previously preoccupied, you’d have given him hell for the insult. “I’m not nervous about that,” you sniped and rested back against the cool wall to satiate your burning skin before lifting your gaze to him only to find him already examining you.

   “Of course not, I just said that,” he retorted, bringing a gloved hand to his face to rub along his jaw, “there’s obviously nothing for you to worry about,”

   You scoffed, “And why is that, Barnes?” Cue the dramatic crossing of your arms. 

   “You’re smarter than Rumlow and significantly better trained. Overall, he really doesn’t hold a candle to your ability,” He paused for a second, his whole frame tensing until he remembered to relax, “But that’s not really saying much considering it’s Rumlow,” 

   You hadn’t noticed you raised your eyebrows until you felt your face fall, “Ah, there he is. You had me worried there for a second, Barnes. Thought you might actually try something new and display common decency for once,”

   A corner of his mouth turned up subtly and he shook his head. You trailed your gaze down to his hidden hand and stared long enough to burn a hole through the fabric.

   “If something’s bothering you, Dollface, go ahead and speak up,” 

   You weren’t sure what possessed you to say anything, especially knowing how touchy the subject was for him but the words left your mouth anyway, “I don’t know why you insist on hiding yourself,”

   He lurched his head back, your statement seeming to have a physical affect on the man and you mentally slapped yourself for saying anything.

   “I’m not hiding myself,”

   “But you are,” you interrupted, your thoughts coming out in pools of candor, “you aren’t your hand. You aren’t your past. You are you. Presently. You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore. That’s not even the same hand you had back then. It’s not tainted and neither are you. I say drop the gloves,”

   “And why would I care about what you say?” He growled, his eyebrows furrowed together and his neck tight in potential restraint.

   The elevator dinged and you looked towards the opening doors, “You don’t have to but they don’t look right with your suit either.” You walked through the exit and sauntered over to the others who had already gotten the party started, leaving Bucky dumb-founded behind you. “I need a shot,”

   “Already ready,” Tony quipped up, holding the small glass in the air for everyone to behold before bringing his cheek to yours in mock welcoming, “This’ll up your tolerance for the next hour, try to get all your drinking done within that time-frame,”

   You pulled away with a warm smile after faux kissing his cheek, “Finally!” you displayed and threw the liquid back in one swift motion, your face scrunching together against your will.

   “Yeah, she’s got a kick to her,” he mumbled and handed you a fruity drink to chase it down with. 

   You went around and said hi to everyone as you recognized most of those present. You made small chatter with those lesser known and drank the liquid in your hand significantly quicker than you’d like to. You excused yourself after you finished the drink and walked over to the bar, scanning the room as you were handed another glass. No Rumlow in sight.

   You headed towards the foosball table and gripped the handles after setting the beverage down on the counter beside you. You flinched as a reflection of light caught your eye and at first you thought your glass was the source. Until your eyes fixated on the reflection’s actual origin. To your far right, and up a few steps you found Bucky conversing with Steve, a dull light emitting from his hand. Not a glove in sight.

   “So, where’s your boyfriend?” Sam inquired when he filled the opposing spot.

   You rolled your eyes, “Bucky’s not my boyfriend,”

   “Bucky?” Sam’s tone chirped up teasingly, a knowing look wearing on his face.

   Your grip tightened around the handles and you slowly pulled away to throw the little white ball through the circle, your hands immediately twisting the miniscule players around. Your eyes shot back and forth, your sight never leaving the darting sphere. Sam still managed to win the first point.

   “Ha!” He shouted in triumph, bringing his finger up as if to scold you, “Don’t think you got away with that comment either, Y/N,”

   “What comment?” you questioned and gulped most of your drink before slamming it back down on the table.

   You heard your earpiece come to life with quiet static and you tried to keep your face masked. Rumlow had entered. Not a surprise either, the party was finally starting to pick up now.

   Sam threw the ball in and you turned the players meticulously this time, brute strength hadn’t helped you earlier so maybe you should take it slow. Steve made his way over to the table and threw his drink back, the liquid trickling down the side of his face before he wiped it away. Sam won the second point.

   “I play winner,” Tony chimed, standing beside Steve.

   You made a point to catch up and now you two were tied at three each. 

   “Best out of five?” You proposed, quirking an eyebrow at Sam.

   “If you didn’t want to play anymore you could’ve just said that,” he teased and you smirked at him as Tony made a subtle show of handing you another drink and you finished your second. “Loser takes two shots?”

   “Deal.” You nodded, knowing you didn’t have much of a choice as a small crowd began to form around you two. Rumlow amongst them. 

   Your jaw dropped when Sam shot the ball directly into your goal as soon as he’d let the ball go.

   “What the fuck?” You shouted, “No fair! That doesn’t count!”

   Thor erupted in laughter to your right and you blinked slowly, staring at the gargantuan man. 

   “It most certainly does,” Sam shouted back, his grin practically touching his ears.

   “Sam, take it easy on her,” Bucky muttered from beside him, quickly averting his gaze from yours and his expression loosened, “The brat hates losing,”

   “Brat?” You snarled.

   Bucky took a swig of his beer, watching you the entire time and you reeled back the fire beginning to form in your chest just to bring your drink up to your lips and chug the entire thing down. You handed it over to Tony who left to replace it. 

   “Last point,” Sam stated, “It’s not too late to quit now,”

   You shook your head and blinked away the feign distortion you were supposed to have. “Just play the ball,”

   “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he teased and threw the ball in. 

   You wanted to win. Desperately. But you had a character to play tonight and she was supposed to be drunk. So you hit your hand against the corner of the table just as Sam happened to make the winning point. You grumbled and threw him a glare when Tony broke through the crowd.

   “Coming through,” he shouted, handing two small glasses to you while you gripped your knuckles in pain. “Noooo, you’re not getting out of taking these. C’mon, take your punishment,”

   “Yes, Daddy,” you grumbled and cringed at your own words when the realization hit you. Whatever. You were supposed to be drunk, anyway. 

   “Daddy?” Tony quipped and pulled the drinks back towards himself, “Maybe you should be cut off,”

   “What?” You argued, leaning slightly on the table with your hand and snatching the drinks from Tony’s hold, effectively spilling some on yourself. “See?” You lifted up the half empty shot glass, “This barely counts as a shot,”

   “I’ll get her a new one,” Rumlow offered and disappeared before anyone could argue. 

   “She really doesn’t need another-” Bucky tried to interject and take the shots from you but you twisted around and chugged down the one full glass.

   Water.

   You looked up at Tony and his smirk was barely noticeable. But you could tell. Bucky nearly ripped the other drink from you but Tony blocked his path and you exaggerated your next drink as Rumlow broke back into the crowd, shot in tow.

   “Here.” Rumlow’s calloused hand held the drink up above you and you stared at him with a questioning look. “Open,” he ordered and the fire burning in your chest fought to destroy everything in its vicinity. You bit your lip in refrain but tossed your head back and opened your mouth.

   Static broke over your earpiece. Don’t drink that! Wanda’s voice erupted.

   Your eyes widened as the liquid made its way down but you coughed hard to stop whatever you could. 

   Why? Steve’s voice came through right after.

   You choked on the liquid and shut your eyes at the way it burned its way down. You reached your hand out to grab someone’s drink to ease the burning and grasped a tall glass and tossed it back. The burning didn’t ease up and you felt a hand rest on your back.

   “Are you okay?” Rumlow’s voice rang out and your skin nearly recoiled from the contact, “How about we get you some water?”

   You looked up at him when the burning subsided minimally and nodded your head, letting him lead the way to the bar. He parted the crowd and someone took step right behind you to follow when the presence suddenly died out abruptly. You turned around to check who it had been and found no one.

   Why? Steve asked again.

   Where’s Wanda? Bruce broke through.

   You lifted your head and flitted your gaze around the room until you found the familiar Sokovian on the couch, laying down with her eyes closed. You pulled away from Rumlow but his grip on your hand tightened and his steps grew in haste. You whirled your head to yell at him but the way the room swayed with the movement cause you to shut your mouth in surprise. 

   Didn’t Tony say you would have a higher tolerance?

   “Couch...” you muttered, pointing over your shoulder just in case your target was curious enough to ask but the message was delivered.

   Rumlow hoisted you up onto the bar stool and stood on your open side, using his body to keep you from falling over. Or to cage you in.

   “I don’t feel good,” You rested an elbow on the countertop and held your head up.

   “I can’t imagine you would. You’ve been chugging those drinks like they’re water.” Despite that, Rumlow motioned to the bartender and asked for two more.

   You giggled and your head lulled forward with the action. You let Rumlow catch you from tumbling over. Why did your body feel so heavy? Not to mention the way everything around you dazed about. You couldn’t catch a single action, let alone attempt to read Rumlow’s body language. But you did happen to notice the way his eyes searched the room before coming back to you.

   “You okay?” You rested your forearm against his chest and pushed slightly to allow yourself a better view of his face.

   A small smirk, “Am I okay? What about you?”

   You smacked your lips and brought the ice cold glass to your lips. That’s not water. “I’m doing reeaalllyy good,” you drawled.

   Rumlow chuckled and pushed you deeper into the chair, “I can tell.” He took a sip, his attention never faltering from your body, “Just be sure to pace yourself from here on out,”

   You made a show of cocking your head to the side and letting a smile sprawl onto your face as you studied him. 

   “What?” he questioned, a curious lift in his brow.

   You shook your head gently and kept your gaze on him over the brim of your glass, “You’re just . . . not what I was expecting,”

   “And what were you expecting?” 

   Don’t forget to bat your eyelashes. “Worse,”

   “Sorry to disappoint,” he jeered, his attention once again cast throughout the room before centering back on you.

   You followed his action but quickly came to the conclusion that moving any pace faster than a sloth was going to make you nauseous and you could barely keep a thought together. Your stomach began to rise in your chest and the fear seized your throat shut. Why couldn’t you hold onto a thought for longer than a second? It was like you were aware of your lack of consciousness but could do nothing about it because any thought or bout of panic phased through just as soon as it arrived.

   “What are you so tense for, Rumlow? You know you’re not currently on the clock, right?” You teased, your head leaning on your shoulder as you spoke.

   He brought his drink up to his lips and finished it off in three gulps, “I’m not tense. It’s just hard to turn it off sometimes,”

   You nodded slowly and pushed your drink towards him, “Relax. You know everyone here,”

   He shook his head and placed your drink back in front of you before asking for another beer.

   “And two shots!” You shouted to the bartender, throwing two of your fingers high up and instantly regretting how fast you’d done it.

   “Are you trying to get me drunk?” He asked you, a side smirk beginning to form.

   You placed your finger over your lips and hushed, “Shh, I won’t tell if you don’t.” You dragged your lower lip down and his eyes fixated to commit the scene to memory. “Besides, I always feel dumb if I’m the only one drunk,”

   He motioned to the rest of the party, “Believe me, Sugar, you’re not the only one enjoying yourself,”

   “But are you?” 

   “Am I what?” 

   “Enjoying yourself?” 

   Your skin crawled when he placed his rough hand on your barren thigh, “Absolutely,”

   Don’t forget what you’re here for. Don’t let the objective slip. Gods, how the fuck were you supposed to retain anything when you were so sleepy? And why was it so warm?

   “Hot,” you mumbled, fishing around in your glass for an ice cube to rub on your face.

   “Thank you,”

   You threw your head back in laughter and nearly earned yourself an up-close and personal view of the floor had Rumlow not wrapped an arm around your waist and held you steady. Once he was certain you weren’t going to toss yourself onto the ground, he parted your legs and stood between them to keep you rooted to your seat.

   All the movement had you spinning and you white-knuckled Rumlow’s cotton shirt to keep yourself grounded to something, anything. Red warning lights were firing up in your chest and you tensed with the way your body buckled to the panic coursing through you. Your heart pounded in your ears and danced across your skin, lighting it on fire and making the room too stuffy to bear. Please, no. Not now. Focus. Snap out of it. Come back, stay back. Your breathing hitched and you looked down at the sensation crawling its way up higher on your thigh. Too hot. Everything was too hot, if you didn’t get out of this now you would never-

   “Vision!” You cheered, happy to see your friend.

   The presence on your thigh recoiled slightly.

   “I’m taking Wanda to her room, seems she’s had a bit too much to drink,” Vision informed and you’d only just then noticed the body in his hold.

   “Wanda!” You smiled, admiring her peaceful features as she slept in his arms. You poked at her cheek then jerked your gaze back up to Vision. “What? Wanda doesn’t drink,”

   She’s not acting, Sam’s voice erupted in your ear and you flinched at the sound. 

   Vision’s eyes went from you to Rumlow then back to you slowly, “Y/N . . . are you okay?”

   You beamed at him and slowly brought up your thumb. “Good,” you responded.

   You followed Vision’s gaze back up to Rumlow and smiled at the agent beside you. You guess he’s kind of cute. In a strange, unsettling way.

   “She’s had a lot to drink, so we’re just trying to slow down the pace. Aren’t we, Y/N?” Rumlow looked down at you.

   You nodded fervently, “Yup!” 

   Vision hesitated but knew he didn’t pose much of a threat with Wanda in his arms unconscious, so he quirked a smile and walked towards the hall.

   Someone get to Y/N, something’s not right, Vision ordered and you lifted your head up to find him. You could have sworn he just left.

   “Here.” Rumlow handed you a glass, “Drink this, it’ll cool you down,” 

   You stared at the glass in his hold and looked up at him, “You drink it first,” you slurred, holding your finger up at him.

   He cocked his head to the side but took a swig of the drink and you watched it go down his throat. You shrugged and grabbed at it.

   Do not drink that, Nat ordered from somewhere and you looked around in wonder at who she was yelling to.

   Bucky, Sit down! Steve growled.

   Like hell, responded a voice you knew all too well.

   Your smile grew and you looked through the crowd, “Bucky!” You feverishly called, completely expecting to see him before you. Rumlow’s head lifted instantly, his eyes scouring the area.

   “I’ve got this, Pretty Boy,” Tony hastily spoke, “How ya doin’, Hot Stuff?” He interrogated and you reeled at the tone.

   “Quite well, thank you,” you responded tenaciously and attempted to take a swig of the drink in your grasp.

   Tony’s hand shot out and covered the top, slamming the cup back down on the counter and effectively getting the drink all over your dress.

   “What the fuck?” You tried to shout but the words came out heavy and required too much energy to speak.

   “You’ve had enough for tonight,”

   “It’s just water,” Rumlow defended but Tony paid him no mind.

   Your jaw dropped open and you glared at the older man. Who the hell did he think he was? Tony’s stare burned through your skull and despite your irritation, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so pissed.

   “Are you mad at me?” You drawled, lulling your head to the side.

   “No,” he responded curtly. 

   “Am I being too loud or something?” You pushed. You couldn’t imagine you were any louder than any other drunken bastard at this party.

   “No,”

   Get her out of there or I swear to God I will, his voice hissed into your ear.

   Your eyebrows rose slightly in excitement, “Mmm, Bucky,” you smiled and Tony nodded.

   “’Mmm, Bucky’ is right. Wanna go see him?” Tony offered, sticking out his hand for you to take.

   You fell forward into Rumlow’s chest but shook your head furiously none the less, “For what? So he can tell me I’m horrendous at my-”

   Oh shit. Your job. The job.

   If only your body didn’t feel so heavy and your mind so light.

   You pushed off Rumlow’s chest and glared at Tony, “I can handle myself,” you insisted, a new sort of sober tone making its way through that caused him to do a once-over. “I know what I’m doing,”

   “How many drinks have you had?” Tony challenged and you fell silent.

   Then you felt a tap, and another and a few more.

   “Six,” You said, hoping you’d counted right.

   Tony, don’t you even fucking consider it, Bucky threatened.

   “You could at least change, recuperate and then come back,” Tony offered and you sighed a breath of relief before nodding.

   “Deal,” you agreed, “I’m hot anyway,”

   Tony gave you one last glance before turning around and blending into the crowd on the other end of the room.

   You looked up to Rumlow who’s gaze was still locked on the sea of people, “Don’t you wish you’d taken that shot now?” you tried to jeer, every last word bringing you deeper and deeper.

   “Are they always that intense?” He questioned, not turning his attention to you.

   “They can be over-bearing,” you admitted, hand grabbing the water from earlier and pressing it up against your forehead, “They consider me the baby so they’re always criticizing and suffocating until I just wished they’d disappear.” You took a gulp, “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the family and I like that I have a cause but . . . they don’t let me do anything. It’s exhausting,”

   You let out a long breath and smeared the condensation from the glass onto your chest. Rumlow studied you then, not just your body but your reaction. He was watching how you dropped your shoulders at the confession and how you faced your back to them to block them out. 

   You plastered your torso on the countertop and tried to slow your heartrate down. You couldn’t be the only one here unfathomably hot.

   “Why is it so fucking hot?” You questioned, fanning yourself weakly.

   “There are a lot of people around,” Rumlow offered, “how about we go somewhere else? Tony did say you had to change,”

   You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes and meekly groaned in compliance. “Fine,”

   You lifted yourself away from the counter and gently placed your feet on the floor. You’d touched the ground faster than anticipated. Had the ground always been so close?

   “Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Rumlow threw an arm around your waist and helped you trudge towards the elevator.

   Where the hell are you going? Bucky yelled and the sound of shuffling could be heard from his end.

   We can’t let you leave with Rumlow, Y/N. We’re not even sure you’re acting anymore, Sam stated.

   Rumlow pressed the button when you couldn’t muster the strength to do it yourself. The level that your room was on lit up and the doors began closing. You thought you saw Rumlow wave at someone but the mock smile on his face didn’t make it seem like a warm good-bye.

   Your legs had all but given out by the time the elevator reached your shared floor. 

   “Heavy,” you muttered, letting Rumlow carry your weight fully.

   “I know, Sugar. We’re almost there,” he soothed and you conceded to the fatigue wearing you down.

   Your head hung low and your arm dangled uselessly at your side. The familiar sound of your door sliding open caught your attention but you did nothing. You couldn’t. 

   “How . . . know . . . my room?” You questioned, each word causing you to pull from an empty well of energy.

   “I’ve been here before.” Rumlow tossed you onto the bed and sprawled you out.

   “Oh. Ok.” You tried to turn on to your side but strong hands gripped down onto your ankles.

   Rumlow sighed and slipped the heels off your feet, examining the pair like he wanted to wear them. You extended your feet until you felt every muscle in your leg stretch to its capacity and let out a groan of pleasure at the release. Those shoes hurt so bad.

   “You seem . . . intelligent, Y/N.” Rumlow dropped your shoes onto the floor and slithered to the side of your bed, standing beside it with his hands tucked into his pockets.

   A bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, “Hot . . .” you croaked and he nodded.

   “You’re right. It is getting kind of hot.” He brought a hand up to his neck and ripped off the tie hanging around it.

   Get the fuck out of my way, a growl erupted in your ear.

   We’re going with you, Buck, Steve responded before knocking something over.

   “So, what I have a hard time understanding is. . . why you’re here?” 

   You groaned a weak ‘huh’ but even that didn’t sound right.

   “You’re good at what you do, you finish every mission successfully and yet you’re underappreciated.” He took a seat at the foot of your bed and placed one of your legs into his lap, “Why do you allow them to treat you like that? We wouldn’t,”

   The shuffling in your earpiece halted.

   “We?” 

   He began to massage your calf and brought your knee up to his lips, peppering light kisses on it. “We could use someone with your skillset, babe. We’d take real good care of you,”

   The shuffling started again.

   Rumlow had made his way onto your thigh at this point and you let out an involuntary moan when he skimmed over a delicate part on your inner knee.

   “Ya like that?” he questioned but didn’t wait for a response. He brought a hand up to his temple and grabbed the earpiece. You figured he just hadn’t taken it out from his earlier shift but when he pulled it apart, you understood why he always kept it on him.

   “Flash . . . drive earpiece?” Your weak tone tilted a little. “W-why tell . . .”

   “I figured I’d give you the option to leave since you seem so . . . suffocated. If you said yes tonight then I would remind you tomorrow. If you didn’t,” he chuckled, “well, you wouldn’t remember anyway.” His hands trailed to your mid-thigh and you squeaked. “I’m impressed though, I’ve never given anyone else as much as I’ve given you tonight. The drug usually works so quickly on others, but not you. It’s kind of hot, actually,”

   Sick fuck, Natasha growled through a ragged breath.

   The world around you was slow or maybe it was you that was slow? You couldn’t tell, honestly. But when Rumlow moved as if he could predict your actions before you could make them, you wondered whether you were moving at all.

   “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” Rumlow sighed.

   You shook your head, or thought you did but despite the way your body was live-wired, it remained still against all desire. 

   Fight. Move. 

   You managed to push your legs shut but his hand slithered between and spread them open similar to opening a door, but this required much less force.

   “Kill,” You threatened and the sinister smile that crawled its way onto Rumlow’s face was vile enough to sink your heart into your stomach.

   “Kill is fucking right.” Someone snarled and your door was ripped from its hinges.

   Rumlow’s hand jerked away from your body and Bucky seized his open palm, intertwining their fingers and pushing Rumlow’s so far back that they touched the back of his own hand. The cracks were sickening onto themselves but had you not been so weak you would’ve turned from the sight altogether. You really couldn’t fathom how his fingers were still attached at all.

   “Lay another hand on her and you won’t be able to use it again.” Bucky spit.

   Despite Rumlow’s pain, the sinister smile remained sprawled on his face, “You should’ve heard the noises she made,”

   Bucky’s grip tightened and the bones in his palm broke next, “I did,”

   Natasha flew in right behind Barnes but completely dismissed the two and headed straight for you with a needle in hand. Your eyes shifted from the needle to Nat’s face and back again until she stabbed it into your upper arm. Ouch. 

   “Wha-”

   “Shh,” Natasha hastily hushed, “Keep your strength, you should be back to normal soon,”

   Steve came behind Nat and scooped you up to lead you out of the havoc going on in the room. Nat turned her focus to Bucky and reached over to grab the earpiece from Rumlow. Who knows if his nose will ever heal back normally. You held one finger in the air as Steve stepped over the splintered door.

   “Goddamit, Y/N,” Steve huffed, jogging towards the elevator and pressing the floor that led to the infirmary.

   “We won,” you croaked out, a small smile on your face and Steve shook his head.

   “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” 

   Steve looked you up and down for bruises but couldn’t find any and you promised you weren’t lying to him when you told him Rumlow did not get very far in his ‘advances’ at all. You had to swear the mid-thigh was the worst that it came to. 

   Bruce was the one that took a few blood samples and made sure everything was reversing back to normal. Apparently, as soon as Rumlow took you to the bar Tony handed Banner the shot glass that Rumlow gave you and Banner ran analysis on it. The cure was pretty easy to find.

   After being given strict orders to lie down for the next hour or so, it had been decided that Rumlow was to be turned in considering all the evidence required to make the arrest was in the flashdrive and everyone was to gather together for a ‘family night’. Whatever the hell that meant.

   You were in the middle of debating which movie to pick with Steve when the infirmary doors flew open.

   “Where is she?” Bucky nearly shouted upon seeing Bruce.

   “That’s my cue.” Steve stood up just as Bucky rounded the corner, “If you need anything me and Banner will be right over there,”

   You smiled and thanked him then turned your attention to the super-soldier who just arrived at the foot of your bed.

   He didn’t say anything for a while, just looked at you. No, not really. Not at you but through you. A few painstakingly slow seconds went by that way.

   “You owe me a new door,” you joked, a half-smile on your face.

   “Are you okay?” He asked, finally registering your presence.

   You nodded slowly, “I am,”

   Then a few more seconds.

   Bucky turned his gaze down to his hands, both of them barren and on display for the world to see, before shifting his weight between either foot, “Did he- did he touch you?”

   “Not really. Just really liked my legs for some reason,” your attempt at another quip didn’t reach Bucky. He stared back up at you waiting for an answer, an honest one. You sighed, “The damage is more mental,” you admitted, now you were the one not able to look up, “I didn’t like being in this altered state of mind. It’s invasive and . . . scary. He could’ve done things, much worse things but it never got that far or that bad. It was more realizing that I wasn’t completely conscious or present and having that state of mind be taken advantage of, that mostly frightened me. Ya know?”

   “More than anyone,” he answered immediately.

   You looked back up towards him, finally making eye contact, “But I’m fine now, really. Just a little spooked. Steve wants to do a movie night tonight and I would actually prefer that over being alone.” Your eyes fixated on the way his hands clenched and unclenched on the bar by your feet, “If I’m alone then I’ll get stuck in my head about it. Besides, I consider this a hard victory with a few bumps in the road,” 

   He chuckled, lulling his head a bit, “You’re too stubborn for your own good,”

   You shrugged, “Maybe. How’s Rumlow?”

   Bucky hissed and moved over to the side of the bed where he took a seat, “He’s unconscious. And has a hand that he’ll never be able to use again. But other than that, he’s fine,”

   You chuckled and Bucky watched how the laugh met your eyes. He liked that look on you. It was one of his favorites.

   “Why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned once it fell silent between you two again.

   “You called me Bucky earlier,” he remembered.

   You scoffed, “I call you Bucky all the time,”

   “Not to my face,”

   “Not to your face,” you agreed, a teasing smile dancing on your lips and Bucky had one that mirrored yours. 

   “It was nice. Hearing it, I mean,” he admitted and a wave of warmth made its way to your face.

   “I see your hands are exposed,”

   He looked down as though he weren’t aware that he’d taken off his own gloves, “These bad boys? A friend of mine reminded me that I’m not my past. I’m my present. Why hide my growth?”

   You twiddled your thumbs together, “She sounds smart,”

   Now he scoffed, “Oh, it wasn’t a girl, it was some old buddy of mine.” He quirked up a brow, “Unless the person being a girl would make you jealous because in that case it was most definitely a girl,”

   You fought against the natural tug at the corners of your mouth, “Is she at least pretty?”

   “Stunning,” 

   “Smart?”

   “Genius,”

   “Good at her job?”

   “Amongst the best,”

   “Then consider me jealous, Barnes,”

   Bucky chuckled and you watched how the laugh met his eyes. You liked that look on him. It was one of your favorites.

[arrowflier]

prompt, if you have the time: ian and mickey talking about ian's bipolar in a really chill manner. like they are married and their convo after securing business made me think about how many other convos we missed 😔❤️

Disclaimer: I don’t know what it’s like to actually live with bipolar. That makes me nervous because I want to do right by it, so if I miss the mark on prompts like this, please do let me know. Also, this starts out a bit dramatic because when aren't they, but I promise they chill out.

Take Off Your Mask (don’t compensate for me)

Mickey is at the bathroom sink, getting ready to brush his teeth, when Ian comes in behind him. He watches the reflection of that messy red hair get closer as he squeezes minty toothpaste onto his brush—well, onto a brush, he’s not totally sure whose is whose at this point. Ian’s arms wrap easily around his waist, hands dipping just a little too low for common decency, and Mickey leans back into him as Ian bends to breathe against his neck.

“Mmm, again?” Mickey murmurs as Ian licks that sensitive patch of skin just behind his ear, those broad, warm palms heavy on his hips. “Didn’t I just take care of that?” he adds, pushing his hips back.

But Ian shifts so they don’t make contact, their lower halves stubbornly separated even as he plasters his chest to Mickey’s back, and Mickey knows something is wrong.

“You uh…” he starts, suppressing the sudden fluttering feeling in his chest, the one you get when you stand up too fast. He swallows. “You feelin’ good, man?”

Ian pauses behind him, and Mickey can feel him breathing. In and out, in and out, but just a touch too fast. He knows despite his efforts, the words came out cautious, came out concerned. And Ian had definitely noticed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ian tries casually, bringing sharp teeth to nibble at Mickey’s ear. “Can’t I just be turned on by my husband?”

“Yeah,” Mickey agrees, “sure you can.” He pulls away though, just enough to get Ian looking in the mirror, and meets his eyes through their reflections in the glass.

“But you’re not, though,” Mickey says, and Ian shoves away from him with a heavy sigh.

“Never mind,” he mutters, looking at the floor. He starts to leave, but Mickey’s having none of that, and sets his unused toothbrush down with a clatter to make a grab for Ian’s arm.

“Hey, wait,” he gets out before Ian is spinning on him again, pushing his hand away.

“I just wanted to do something for you,” Ian growls, leaving Mickey stunned with the sudden shift in attitude. “I know that wasn’t enough, earlier, I know I haven’t been enough. Not since they upped my fucking meds.”

“The fuck are you on about?” Mickey asks, completely mystified. “When did I say any of that?”

“Just now!” Ian bellows, and Mickey’s not having that, either.

“Yo,” he states firmly. “Knock that the fuck off.”

And Ian does. His eyes go wide at the iron in Mickey’s voice, and then he’s deflating. Like a balloon animal from the fair that you leave in your room for too long, he goes from overfilled and pressurized to a limp, wrinkled mess in no time flat.

“Sorry,” Ian manages softly. “I’ll just…” And then he’s leaving the room, leaving Mickey staring at the space where he had been, wishing he was better at all of this shit.

Mickey rubs his face with tired hands, then follows.

He finds Ian in their room, huddled on his side of the bed. The blankets are still kicked to the bottom of the mattress where they had left them, Ian’s toes tucked underneath as he sits with his knees to his chest.

Mickey sits on the edge next to him, facing him. Pokes at his leg until Ian looks up.

“Hey,” he says simply. “What’s goin’ on?”

Ian bites his lip, so Mickey reaches out and pokes that, too.

“You gotta talk to me, man,” he presses. “We’re married now, you can’t just run off on me.”

Mentioning their recent commitment is always a surefire way to get Ian smiling, and Mickey counts it as a victory when his husband’s lips can’t help but twitch upward. Ian doesn’t seem any closer to speaking, but Mickey can be patient. They have the time, now.

He doesn’t have to wait very long before Ian relaxes, letting his legs straighten on the bed and folding his hands loosely in his lap. Ian twists his wedding ring on his finger, stares at it, then reaches over and takes Mickey’s hand where it lies against the sheets.

“Been feeling off again,” he starts quietly, stroking the back of Mickey’s hand with his thumb.

Mickey raises an eyebrow, even though Ian can’t see it with his gaze fixed on the clasped hands.

“You think?” he offers dryly, and there’s that hint of a smile again.

“Yeah,” Ian admits. “I know. It’s just…” he hesitates, then pushes on. “I’m happy, you know? I am.”

Mickey nods.

“I am,” Ian repeats with emphasis, and Mickey just snorts.

“Didn’t say you weren’t, Ian, what the fuck?” He pulls his hand away and places it on Ian’s cheek, turning his face so he can look him in the eye.

“Just tell me what’s happenin’ here,” he asks. “You were fine earlier, so what got into that brain of yours to make you think somethin’ was wrong? That you had to make somethin’ up to me?”

Ian shrugs. “Don’t know,” he answers. “I never fucking know, that’s the problem." He laughs humorlessly. "And I can't even keep you from noticing."

Mickey can work with that.

“Alright,” he says casually. “Just the usual shit, then, huh?” He can see Ian’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t let him say anything, or turn away.

“Thought you might be on an upswing,” Mickey continues, “comin’ at me less than an hour after the last time and all. But that’s not it, obviously.”

Ian shakes his head, to the extent that he can with his chin in Mickey’s grasp.

“Downswing, then,” Mickey decides, and nods to himself. “You feel like shit, and that asshole brain of yours is tellin’ you you’re shit, too. Tellin’ you you’re not enough again, or that you’re too much?”

Ian doesn’t try to argue. “Not enough,” he admits, then, “maybe both,” a second later.

“Alright,” Mickey says again. Then he drops his hand from Ian’s face, straightens his back, and stares him in the eye.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Mickey orders. “You’re gonna go take your meds—” he holds up a hand to stop Ian’s protest, “I know you didn’t do it yet, you moron, I was in the bathroom the whole time. So you’re gonna go take ‘em,” he repeats, “and I’m gonna call your doctor. I know they said to give it a couple weeks, but you shouldn’t be havin’ to deal with this.”

“Okay,” Ian agrees softly.

“Then,” Mickey continues, “you’re gonna get a shower and put on something clean, because I can’t make you feel better, but I can damn well make you comfortable.”

Ian sighs. “Mickey…” he starts, and Mickey think he knows what’s coming: the usual diatribe of you shouldn’t have to, this is my problem, just leave me alone.

But it never comes. Instead, Ian leans over, kisses him lightly on frowning lips.

“Thanks,” he whispers, and Mickey cracks a smile.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he mutters, but he knows Ian can tell that he’s pleased. “Go take your pills, bitch.”

He moves to let Ian off the bed. Before the other man can get through the door, though, he calls out to him again.

“Ian,” he says, and waits for him to turn around with questioning eyes. “Come downstairs when you’re done, yeah? We’ll lay on the sofa, watch some shitty movies or somethin’.”

Ian smiles. “Yeah? Gonna cuddle me better, Mick?”

Mickey bites his lip, but he knows he’s grinning back. “Maybe. You got a problem with that, tough guy?”

“No,” Ian says over his shoulder as he turns and heads back to the bathroom. “Not at all.”

"And Ian?" Mickey calls out one more time before Ian can close the bathroom door.

"No more hidin' this shit, yeah?" he says. "No more puttin' on a mask for me, no more tryin' to compensate for somethin' that ain't even there."

He moves toward the bedroom door, rests a hand on the jamb.

"I'm in this, okay?" he confirms. "So let me be fuckin' in it."

Ian's back tenses, then relaxes again.

"Okay, Mick," he agrees. "Okay."

And it might not be okay right then, but it will be.

They always will be.

[ayuki-ikuya]

I come bringing ideas and headcanons.

OK, so we all already know what The Three oldest archons abilities. So I’ve come up with my own ideas we could use for the younger archons! (And yes I’m grouping Ei, Venti and Zhongli as the older siblings since Ei Is 1000 years old Venti is 2,500 and Zhongli is 5,000-6,000 and the other archons are still in the hundreds I think)

Again these aren’t canon just stuff you can use for future Requests for Twisted wonderland x Teyvat God! Reader

For Dendro archon!Reader

Definitely a Bow User. And Is a Healer. But the their Ult can cause damage

I have a theory That during the Archon War The dendro Archin created the Regisvines to fight for them, and only two were left. I also Headcanon The dendro archon can bring plants to life and overwrite what each plant can do. (Maybe even bring mushrooms to life 👀).

Maybe They can create a giant plant from the ground that spreads Healing energies and since this is a god where talking about can Cure Curses (Ahem Vils Curses Ahem) and major Diseases and what not.

For Their Ult maybe a giant plant monster (kinda like how Gouba and Oz exists ) that will attack for them (could make for fun combos with different elements like if the dendro archon was wet Hydro Plant monster)

For Hydro archon!reader

Polearm or sword (theirs way too many Hydro Catalyst) Healer and Dps, Why? Cause I say so.

You’ve mentioned how Hydro archon summons a giant wave? I’ll do you one better and their E skill summons a giant sea creature of your choosing to soak the fighters (A cool visual is their polearm turning into a big dream catcher then going swoosh and Baam Maybe like A giant Water Koi fish finna drown your ass *ahem ace ahem*)

Now mihoyo likes to reference Their character form honkai impact into genshin impact (and since they took a characters look from Honkai and another characters abilities with the whole Dual ego thing for Raiden shogun and Ei) I’m gonna base this Ultimate Skill From a character from Honkai (for research search up Herrsercher of Sentience)

Since the Hydro archons whole thing is about Justice. Now here me out here. WATER WHIP. Just a giant whip of water that can go on for miles (maybe it’s salty maybe it’s like fresh water depends on our readers mood lolol). Like, It’s whip of water strong enough to cut diamond or whatever it would be very cool (Kalim would wanna see if he could do something like that with his UM Que jamil trying to stop him)

Maybe their hair turns into water too.

Pyro archon! Reader

Claymore. A Big strong war god needs a big strong weapon. Dps and Defense.

Now It’s not just one claymore, It’s DUAL-CLAYMORE, why? Cause it’s a war god that’s why!

I like to think the shield is like Xinyans and XiangLings combined and it’s constantly sending off tiny Fire Discs. Or just symbols shooting fire like what the Pyro Abyss mages can do

For Ultimate I like to think it’s like Childes Daggers but Bigger and on fire just a huge sword made of fire.

The pyro archon doesn’t think just BURNS. and STABE

Cryo archon! Reader

I can’t really come up with much for Cryo archon. But maybe a Catalyst that can summon a giant blizzard that drops down giant ice swords (kinda like Ganyus)

Definitely a sub DPS.

Maybe a healer too since The Tsaritsa is The archon of love?

What do you think about these abilities? Since you mentioned that the students and staff would assume their just strong mages I tried to be very creative with these abilities.

Also how I think the lore could go is maybe somewhere after leonas overblot and before azuls, Crowly has found a way to send Yuu home reluctantly. Yuu, grim and the aduece duo, and maybe some of heartslaybul or savana claw whoever you want come with them to the office to send them home. But Yuu is contemplating whether or not they WANT to go home now. But something goes wrong, maybe grim messes up the spell for the portal to work becuase (although he doesn’t want to admit it ) doesn’t want Yuu leaving, and their greeted with a surprise guest. Now this gives Yuu time to decide if they genuinely wanna go home and when teh archon finally has the materials they need to create a portal Yuu will tell them to leave the portal open (maybe put it into a tiny pocket mirror like the how we have the teapot) because they wanna stay for a little while or just until grim graduates (Que a happy fire cat ) and the archon whose grown attached to some people here was like ok “let our friends visit whenever they want, only if their headmaster allows it”

Now onto the headcanons

Anemo Archon! Reader and Mondstadt! Yuu

Everyone expected a lot of things not a person with Green eyes and (H/C) hair with green highlights. And an odd thing about them was the glowing stone on their person, Yuu didn’t have that?

Everyone’s freaking out because they’ve accidentaly taken another person from Yuus world.

And since Venti Is a well known famous bard In teyvat let’s say or Dear (y/N) is also a known bard and is not at all freaking out about what’s going on in fact let’s say our dear reader recognizes Yuu! And so now (Y/N) is now a new student (and a new headache for Crowley) in the ramshackle dorm! Yup! Just an ordinary human bard, Ehe~.

I’ll leave the rest of this up to you, Where Yuu has to explain what the world of teyvat is like (and why Yuu doesn’t have a phone (and a vision) because Twisted wonderland is far more advance in Technology and teyvat has JUST invented the Camera)

Also I head canon that people with Visions can summon their weapons and object with their visions, ok? Ok. To make things make more sense when reader pulls out a lyre from floating glitter.

Geo archon!reader and Liyue! Yuu

Same things happend here, but hey! We’ve summoned a Funeral Consultant! A very (ahemATTRACTIVEahem) Wise funeral consultant at best!

Our dear Friend (y/n) is very calm about the situation as well. After all everyone and liyue knows their god was killed and The Adepti are watching over them

So Our dear reader is seeing this as a free vacation 😊

Electro Archon!Reader and Inazuma!yuu

Since the god of Inazuma isn’t “Dead” or hasn’t left and the people know what their beloved archon looks like, Yuu will definitely Be Freaking the fuck out

“YOU DIDNT BRING ME HOME YOU JUST SUMMONED MY PEOPLES FUCKING GOD OH SHIT”

insert the meme of the womens face that gets zoomed in on the second panel “the. WHAT.” 😃

And y’know how Eis “Hello” voice line where she makes the traveler her guard she says the same thing to Yuu except “I recognize you are one of my people as your archon I shall be your guard and keep you safe from any danger in this Foreign world” and let’s say The puppet will not be used and Reader will be in control becuase they don’t have to worry about erosion right now so the puppet will be resting while (Y/N) is in control protecting their Precious Inazuma citizen is ok.

Well until They can get the materials they need to open a portal. I’ll let you figure out the rest, but congrats ramshackle you now have a god in your abode 😃✨

-Plot Anon 💗

PLOT ANON-SAMAAAAAAAAAA ILY!!!!!!!!! Thank you for your hard work sob

Anyways, for skills of the archons-

Dendro Archon

I think they'd use a sword or a catalyst tbh, if the skills you listed, it makes a little more sense to have them be more of a catalyst

For their elemental skill, I think they'd summon/throw something similar to Klee's and Aloy's elemental skill except they heal if someone in your party is nearby, their healing could scale by their EM or ER.

For their burst, I like your head canon for the Dendro Archon, so I might go off from that and your idea for their burst, just more tweaking. The dendro archon would be able to summon a large plant that heals AND deals Dendro damage by sapping mobs hp. The amount of life sapping it does and the healing would scale off their original HP (artifacts that give hp won't be of use)

Hydro Archon

I agree with hydro polearm or sword. Too many catalysts

Mmm... To be honest, I think you should have the burst be her skill... The whip idea is intriguing, but I think it would work more for a skill which can allow them to use it several times before waiting for the CD to go down. I think the whip skill would work better with Crit as well.

AND AS FOR THE MENTIONS OF WAVE AND A SEA CREATURE, I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER BUT FOR THEIR BURST!!!! They summon a large tsunami which takes form of a monster/animal and lunges at the mobs (similar to Zhongli tossing down a dumbbell), however the amount of damage the burst can do is depending on if they are afflicted by the wet status the mobs are afflicted by. If already afflicted with hydro, the mobs would receive double damage while those with other elements afflicted on them would receive the element combination DMG and normal DMG while those that aren't affected by an element, they would receive normal damage. The amount of damage the burst does is scaled by EM.

Pyro Archon

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CLAYMORE

Hmmm.... I think the skill would be they set an AoE with magma, mobs will receive damage from it and will continue to receive damage if they stay on it, but those who are in party, they will receive an ATK boost that scales from HP.

For the burst, I think I'll use a character from Honkai Impact with their special move which is Murata Himeko in Vermilion Knight: Eclipse battlesuit. Pyro Archon uses their claymore and another claymore but made of pyro and is far more larger and their cut scene has the Archon raise the pyro claymore above their head and slam it down to send pyro erupting from the ground (similar to the pyro axe wielding hilichurls)

Cryo Archon

I agree with catalyst

Mmmmmm.... I'd say her skill would beeeeee... Trapping several mobs or so in ice. They can either do 2-4 ice traps depending if you got their c1. (The ice traps are similar to Mirror Maidens traps BTW but it deals or affects the mobs with cryo)

For burst, I like the idea of summoning a blizzard/swords, but it's similar to Ganyu's. SO I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER!!!! Cryo Archon will summon a blizzard which freezes mobs without having to use hydro, the freeze status lasts for a total of 15 seconds or higher if you got their c3

Hmmm... I like the idea, but imma tweak it a bit. The archon was in fact summoned through that portal because Grim decided to mess it up just for Yuu to stay a little longer, and so the Archon now resides in Twisted Wonderland as well in order to aide them until they can return back to their world. That way it makes more sense and makes it more fun.

Anemo archon

Yuu would be a bit jealous about them because they got a vision.

Crowley needs to hide his money

Sam has been strictly told to not give them wine that Sam stores in his shop...

Vargus is conflicted about them because they legit float without magic

Trein recurved a major headache

Divus is praying to whatever god existing to take them back

Ehe

EHE TE NANDAYO!?

Geo Archon

Yuu feels awkward meeting the consultant of the funeral parlor having to meet the Director...

Crowley is praying for dear god for them to go away.

"STOP TAKING MY MONEY YOU GORGEOUS FIEND" - Crowley

Train + Crewel + You = Besties

Sam was literally threatened to not joke around with you with business.

You legit did not fuck around with people when in contracts.

"Osmanthus wi-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP" - everyone

Electro Archon

Yuu is literally terrified in "your" presence.

Shogun malfunctioned due to being in an entirely new world so you had to disable Shogun's rules and create new ones regarding this world.

Yuu is still unaware of Shogun being a puppet

Crowley is no longer safe.

The staff (specifically Crewel) is supporting Shogun/You to beat Crowley's ass into shape.

Only the Diasomnia dorm knows your predicament with you and your puppet(s).

You are the definition of Queen/King/Royalty of the school. If you search up NRC, your picture literally plastered on it as the definition.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hi. can i request something angsty i absolutely love your angst works! so being in a long term relationship with mr ran haitani that's kind of already having fallouts. then reader cheated and confesses to ran about it but he still kind of didn't expect reader would do something like that. thank you very much! pls ignore if you want <3

This hurt to write. But it hurt so damn good.

King of Sorrow: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

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Things had been going downhill for a while.

Ran noticed the way you stayed out late, the way you no longer cuddled him in bed at night, the way your eyes wandered when you two were at the club...

But he never says anything.

You two had been together since he had become part of Bonten - and that was five years ago. FIve years of bliss, love, and happiness.

But that all started to fall apart last month.

He can't recall what he did - if anything. Ran tried his best to show you that he loved you, even when he was away. But lately, it'd been met with a half-hearted "thanks" or "I love you, too". Ran knew you weren't saying it because it was inherently true. You were saying it because you felt obligated to.

But he didn't feel obligated.

No, he's convinced he loves you, even if you're falling out of love with him. It's a hard thought for him to grasp, but he does somehow - that you might just have fallen out of love with him.

So he ups his gestures of love in an attempt to stave off the routine. This week, he's taken you on a trip to Italy. No meetings, no calls, nothing that has to do with work. It's just you and him on a cruise ship, sailing from port to port.

"This is amazing," he beams, cutting into the steak with gusto. "I've never had steak like this before."

"It's Wagyu," you mention, looking more somber in the dim lighting of the restaurant than when you both entered. Come to think of it, the moment you stepped onto the boat, you seemed downcast, even more so than when you were at home. You couldn't even look Ran in the eye anymore, and even though he'd made love to you the previous night, it seemed like that didn't have any effect on how you felt today. Usually, you'd be excited and full of life, but...

"Babe," Ran whispers, putting his fork down. "What's wrong?" Your bottom lip quivers and Ran stiffens. No, he thinks. Don't cry. But he also wants to get to the bottom of things, so he continues cautiously. "Things have been really strange for some time now, and I brought you here so maybe we could fix whatever's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," you lie, wiping your eyes quickly. "Everything's fine."

"No," Ran tuts. "It's not. My love, you've been distant. I'm worried about us." He reaches across the table and touches your hand, and gesture he hasn't tried in a long time. "I'm worried about you." You snatch your hand away, standing and throwing your napkin over your barely touched food.

"It's fine, Ran," you snap, then walk away from the table quickly, rubbing at your eyes furiously as you leave the ship's dining room. Ran sighs, motioning for the waiter as he cuts his losses with the dinner.

"Just send the bill to the room, please."

Ran finds you in your shared suite, sitting in the chair facing the balcony with your head in your hands. You're sobbing, and for a moment, he replays the interaction between the two of you before approaching, holding your purse in one hand.

"Love," he begins, kneeling beside the chair and placing your purse in the other seat beside him. "I need you to talk to me."

"I just..." you start but break off, tears flowing down your fingers. "It's not your fault." You reveal your reddened face, eyes rimmed with smeared mascara. "I didn't mean to..."

"Whatever it is, it's fine," Ran whispers, taking your wet hands in his. "It'll be okay. Just tell me what's wrong." His heart is aching to know why you're so heartbroken, but you inhale shakily, then exhale before opening your eyes.

"Ran, I want to start off by apologizing." Ran shakes his head, his violet eyes unsure, but you stop him, squeezing his hands once. "Just listen to me all the way through, okay?"

"Done," he affirms, shoulders relaxing now that you're finally telling him what's wrong.

"A month ago... I went to Takada's bachelorette party, right?"

"Mmm-hmm." He remembers that night. You looked so stunning in your tight mini-dress and pinned-up hair. He thought about railing you over the side of the banister before you left and was a little disappointed that you came home around eight in the morning instead of that same night.

"I..." You shakily inhale again, shaking your head rapidly. "I got so drunk. I don't know what was wrong with me, I..." You sniff, then remove your hands from Ran's, wiping at a stray tear. "I ended up sleeping with someone. I don't know who they are, I don't know where they came from. But I just remember waking up in the bed, naked, and seeing him there."

Ran stares at you, face empty, still not fully processing what you've said. He is still for a while as the cogs in his mind turn around and around and around and around and around and then

stop.

His mouth dries up, and his violet eyes look away from you, at the wallpaper, at the mirror, at the corner of the room, at the ceiling.

"I've felt so guilty since then," you mumble. "I couldn't tell you because I felt so ashamed, I--"

Ran stands, letting out a soft "oh", wavering a little on his feet. He blinks a few times, still not looking at you, then cocks his head to the left, like he's hearing something. But he's just processing. His mind flits from one day to the next, trying to pinpoint any signs, any clues... How could he have been so stupid?

No, you couldn't have cheated. It was a mistake. You'd gotten undressed, the man was drunk and also fell asleep in your bed... No, you couldn't do that. Not to him. Not to Ran Haitani.

But your guilt is written all over your face.

"Oh," Ran mutters again, jaw clenching. His breaths come quick like he'd been running for hours, and he can barely think as he sees red cloud his vision. He can't understand what he's doing when he breaks the table in the conjoined living room, or swipes the vases onto the floor, shattering them and depositing the flowers among them. He can't think about anything as you shout for him to stop, trying to reach him past his haze of red, but he's too far gone.

And the thing that frightens you the most is that he isn't yelling or screaming.

He's quiet.

He's not cursing at you, he's just destroying anything that looks whole, tossing it to the ground and rendering it unusable. You slide down against the wall, tears coursing down your cheeks again as he huffs, standing in the middle of the wreckage, gasping for air.

And then, the clearest thought Ran's had in almost an hour comes to him.

"Let me get you your own room."

"Ran," you plead, stumbling over your feet to get to him as he marches over to the phone. "Ran, please."

"Hello? I need a new suite for Mrs. Haitani. Do you have one available?"

"Ran!" you beg, pulling at his sleeve, but he doesn't move from the phone, gripping the receiver as the person on the other line tries to find an open room for you. You try to reach the button that will hang up the call, reaching past Ran's frame in earnest. He's blocking it, but there's just enough room for your pointer finger to tap the button, ending the call.

Ran doesn't even move. The phone is still up to his ear as if the call is still going on, but no voice is on the other line.

Fat tears roll down from his eyes, and he's frozen there, standing with the phone in his hands as if he were paused in time. But he lets the phone slip from his grasp, walking like a zombie over to the chair by the balcony, and sliding into it slowly.

And he doesn't get up, staring out at the sea with an empty, forlorn look.

"Ran," you whisper, crouching next to him. He doesn't answer, tears running freely down his face. "Ran..." Again, there's no answer, so you hang your head next to his leg, touching his thigh with your right hand. He doesn't move, even when you get up to prepare for bed, the door leading to the carnage of his temper still open.

He doesn't move from that chair all night, and you don't sleep, staring at him as his tears dry. You even succumb to sleep for a brief moment, waking to see him still in that same chair, still trying to think.

But eventually, he moves, walking into the bathroom and staying in there for a while. You wait patiently for him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he emerges, wiping his face with a towel before he inhales sharply.

"As soon as they dock this ship at the next port, we're heading home. Couples counseling or a divorce, it's your choice." You look down at your hands, nodding. You understand the need to cut the trip short. It's for the best.

When you arrive back home two days later, Ran immediately grabs a new bag of things, loading it up with clothing and toiletries, choosing to take residence at Rindou's home instead of sleeping in the same bed as you.

And that hurt the worst, his cold violet eyes not even glancing over at you as he left the master bedroom without any words.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

So we KNOW Percy isn't stupid. BUT Percy PRETENDING to be stupid because hnnng the new tutor is hot how does reading work again--? I'm thinking Octavercy with Tavy earning money as a tutor and Luke being his boyfriend who also knows Percy through Annabeth and when he learns PERCY is Tavy's newest student he's just cackling on the floor because Percy is actually top of his class and Annie told him Percy has a crush on his tutor

I love this idea so much! I can almost see Luke dying on the floor, laughing uncontrollably xD

Annabeth: So. Care to explain why do you need a tutor when you are top of your class?

Percy: *turns around to look at his ass in the mirror*

Percy: Don't you think this jeans does wonders to my ass?

Annabeth: Seaweed Brain...

Percy: Okay, okay. So, the new tutor may or may not look like a treat.

Annabeth: So, he has blond hair and blue eyes...

Percy:

Percy: I hate you.

Annabeth: No, you don't. But at least you don't go after Luke anymore, so I guess have fun?

Percy: What can I say? The way he talks about his boyfriend, shows that nobody can compete against him for Luke's affections. I hope Octavian doesn't have a boyfriend...

Annabeth:

Annabeth: O... Octavian?

Percy:

Percy: Yes? You know something?

Annabeth:

Annabeth, pityingly: Oh, Percy...

Annabeth: I have to go, I'm meeting with Thalia, we have some... things... to discuss.

Annabeth, teasingly: Have fun!

Octavian was usually a patient man. Well, okay, that might be an overstatement, but he could be patient, when he wanted to be. He earned his money by teaching dumb idiots to basic math, after all.

But when one of said dumb idiots wanted to have his first lesson with him just before Christmas, when he could have spent his time with his sexy boyfriend, laying in the bed, having good morning blowjobs... Well, let's just say his new student laid on a very thin ice.

Octavian was sucked out of his thoughts by the familiar sounds of Ice Ice Baby his cheeky shit of a boyfriend set up for himself blared from his cellphone.

Answering the call, the Luke's chuckling greeted him.

"Good morning, sunshine." The nickname Luke used for Octavian when he was in one of his moods, grated him, but the voice of his boyfriend calmed him down.

"Why did I accept to teach this lesson, again?" Octavian asked, his voice dry and monotone, even if he wanted to whine. He had more self-composure than that.

"Because we wanted to go to ski for a week to celebrate the end of this semester, and you only want the best of everything, so we need more money?" Luke's rhetorical question pissed him off, but it wasn't like he could deny it. He wouldn't to stay in a hostel, if they could go to an apartment with private hot tub outside for the two of them!

"Mmm," he sighed.

"Anyways, can you get the groceries after the lesson with the kid?"

"Yes, after I'm done with Perseus Jackson, I'll go-"

"Perseus Jackson?" Luke interrupted. "As in Percy Jackson?" He could almost hear the perplexed smile in Luke's voice.

"He did say in his text that he prefers Percy, yes. Not that I would use it... Do you know him?"

A wheezing sound came from the speaker, as if Luke was having a seizure, or something, but when he answered, everything seemed fine. "Yes, I do, actually," he said, but did not elaborate.

"Ugh, I hate teaching spoiled, dumb, rich kids," Octavian grumbled, as he drove towards the address shown in the GPS. Even from far away, the house looked enormous.

The wheezing sound came back, which he now recognized it as Luke's repressed cackle.

His boyfriend knew something.

"Lukas, do you want to tell me something?" He asked in a dangerous, low, growling voice, but it just made his boyfriend let out his full blown laughter.

"You... Percy... I can't," snickered Luke breathlessly.

"You are lucky that I'm here and I can't be late," Octavian grumbled, even more annoyed than before. He assumed this Perseus kid was some dumb rich crackhead who needed his grades to pass the semester, or something, but Luke was far too amused and knowing to be true.

He just had to wait to find it out.

"Have fun with your eager little student," Luke teased, and before he could answer, the call was already over.

His boyfriend would pay for this, Octavian swore.

The house was even bigger from close, with a quaint path leading up to the imposing oak front door. As he knocked on the door, it gave a loud, hollow thump. A few seconds later, the doorknob turned, allowing to open the door.

And there was Perseus Jackson, standing in the doorway, his black hair artfully tousled, green eyes cheekily gleaming, pink lips opening to greet his new tutor.

Octavian was going to kill his boyfriend.

He knew.

He fucking knew that his new student was exactly Octavian's type.

At least he was dumb, so there was no chance Octavian would be honestly tempted... Right?