#and I was like oh no king did you mine all session again

[simplydm]

Impulse’s limited life session 2 episode is just “guy with moderate luck has an okay time w his friends”

#yesterday I think on stream he was like make sure to watch the video we work hard on them etc etc #and I was like oh no king did you mine all session again #lol #still good ep tho I like the editing #limited life spoilers #speak up dm

[h0efor2ho]

Ateez ; Who's a Dom, Sub& Switch

Ateez - Whos a dom, sub, switch and what kind?

A/N : This is a work of fiction and is for entertainment purposes only. This does not reflect on the artists in any what shape or form.

Hoongjoong - Dom

Type : Primal Dom

He’s not part of the demon line for nothing. This man loves theatrics, and nothing gets him off more than having to hunt you. He will chase you through the house just to catch you and fuck you Into oblivion. He will pin you down to whatever surface you two are closest to and pound into you at an ungodly pace. Be ready for hair pulling and being marked to show your his. Hes not a moaner, but the grunts and growls hes going to let out will be enough to get anyone wet. 100% will call you the nastiest things that come to his mind. Aftercare consists of holding you in bed and waiting for you to come down and making sure you dont sub-drop. Contrary to his personality in the bedroom he will wait on you hand and foot after to make sure you are okay. 

“Though you could get away from me huh stupid slut. Don’t you know by now this pussy is mine you dumb whore” 

Seonghwa - Dom

Type : Mommy/Daddy Dom

He is hard yet caring. You misbehave, you’re getting scolded while being put over his knee while he gives you the spanking of a life time. He will ignore your little please for him to stop until he feels you have learned your lesson. Once hes done hell pull you into his lap wiping your tears asking if your gonna be a good girl now. You’ll get the sweetest smile out of him when you shake your head yes. He will always give you a reward after for taking your punishment so be ready to have him hold your hips while he helps you bounce on his cock. Aftercare KING! He will cuddle the shit out of you, telling you how good you were for him and how much he loves you before helping you into the shower with him and washing you up. 

“Being such a good girl for me. Taking daddies cock so well in your tight pussy. So good for me my pretty baby”

San - Switch

Type : Top/Bottom

San see’s you as an equal to him, there fore when it comes to the bedroom it’s all about the current mood both of you are in. Power play’s and roles aren’t something that interest him much. He more cares about giving you what you need in that moment whether that be being the top and pounding you into the mattress or switching It up and letting you have control of the session and toping him. But dont get it wrong he is as kinky as it gets. He has not problem paddling you or letting you tie him to the bed to use as you please. When the scene is done you go back to being equals and are sure to give each other what you need as far as aftercare goes. 

“Right there baby, that’s it.  Just like that”

Yoesang- Dom

Type : “Pleasure Dom” 

This man is a stoic quiet, thinker and very quick witted. He is constantly brainstorming new ways to be able to bring you satisfaction. Things never get old with him. Nothing turns him on more than seeing you writhing in pleasure from something that he’s thought up. He will bring you to the edge one way just to stop you from going over so he can turn around and do it again another way. He gets off getting you off. Man loves his toys and realizes they are a tool to help. He has no problem holding a vibrator to your clit while he pounds into you just to pull it off and pull out right before you climax so he can bring you back to that high again with his fingers. This man strives to make you make a mess. It’s his goal every time. After he’s going to clean up you and whatever surface you were on up before getting you your favorite snack and putting on your favorite movie to watch. 

“Oh did you think I was gonna let you cum so easily baby? But your doing so well for me.”

Yunho - Sub

Type : Service Sub

This man’s personality screams golden retriever! He’s all about pleasing you in any and every way he possibly can, and boy can he. Not just in the bedroom either, he loves doing everyday tasks for you like grabbing you coffee to doing the dishes. He takes the time to learn your body in and out. He knows exactly where to touch you and how to have you seeing stars. He will make you lose yourself over and over again. Overstim is one of his favorite things to do. You’re going to have to push his head away from your cunt in the end because he won’t stop. Hearing your praises can make him go for hours, it makes him so happy.  After you’ll get some cuddles but his active personality has him on to the next thing if you don’t tell him exactly what to do. 

“MM you taste so good, I could do this all day. Does it feel good? Am I being good for you?”

Mingi - Sub

Type : Princess Sub ( pillow princess )

This 6ft mountain of a man is the biggest princess ever. He expects to be pampered and weighted on hand and foot. He will pout and whine until he gets his way. He has slight brat-ish tendencies until he gets his what he wants and in the end he always gets his way. 9 times out of 10 thats with you riding his dick, doing all the work making him feel good. He will make you cum, not because he wants to be nice but because it feels amazing on his cock when your pussy is clenching him. He will demand you suck his cock almost every morning and throw a bit of a tantrum until you have your mouth stuffed with him and his pretty moans are filling the room. He absolutely is not above begging and often does.  Afterwords you’re going to have to codle him like there’s no tomorrow. Get him his water and a warm blanket. Come lay down so he can wrap his arms around you and use your chest as pillows. 

“Please, more.. Need more from you. Feels so good”

Jongho - Dom

Type : Sadist 

Listen man’s knows hes strong and uses it to his advantage. He loves seeing you break down for him. Nothing turns him on more then seeing your teary eyes looking at him and the beautiful marks he leaves on your body. He will man handle you all night long, and bringing you pain brings both of you pleasure. He finds nothing more beautiful then you moaning while shedding tears, his hand around your throat while he bullies your poor pussy. This man is the king of aftercare. He knows what the two of you partake in can leave not just your body but your mind exhausted, so he takes aftercare very seriously. He will first make sure mentally you are in a good space. Once that’s taken care of it’s off to a warm bath where he will wash your hair after tending to any marks that need to be. You then spend the rest of the night wrapped up in this teddy bear’s arms 🧸 

“Fuck look how pretty you look. Love marking up your pretty body, letting everyone know who’s little whore you are”

WooYong - Switch

Type : Brat Tammer/Brat

Everyone looks at Woo and see’s the brat, but let’s not forget his “bully” side. He knows how to dish it out there for he knows how to take it as well and give it right back. You want to be a brat for him, mouthing off, no problem he will put you in your place very fast. Like Hwa he has no issue throwing you over his knee and spanking you for acting out. You want to run your mouth? He will have you on your knees and using his cock to bully your throat. At the same time he will be the biggest brat, teasing and poking fun at you till you snap and just take him to get him to shut up. When it’s all said and done he will want you to cuddle him no matter what role he took on. 

“Gonna shove this cock down your throat. Doubt you can handle it though, poor little baby cant do a thing right”

#ateez hard thoughts #ateez smut #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #sanremo #wooyoung #san #mingi #yunho #jongho #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic

[nkogneatho]

Which ones from tokyo revengers are most likely to spit in your mouth?

Oh this is interesting.

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇

#m.list #taglist #jjk car sex series #kofi

—cw: gn!reader, spitting with consent, cock slapping, hair pulling, ass grabbing.

—A/n: screaming without the s. Not proofread.

—starring: Taiju, Hanma, South, Sanzu, Ran.

#𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔

Your mouth was numb but Taiju kept pushing his cock in your throat. Tears formed at the end of your eyes. But he was there. His fingers were there to wipe them off while the other brushed against your cheek.

"You look so pretty, sweetheart." And you did. To his eyes when you were so fucked up. He slapped his cock a few times on both of your cheeks. When all you wanted was him to dominate you, you pulled away from his crotch and opened your mouth wide. He didn't have to think twice to know what your minuscule meant. His hands came to cup your cheeks harshly as he gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat on your tongue. Without a second thought you closed your mouth and gulped it down.

"Fuck if you keep being this naughty, I'd have to fuck you all night."

#𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀

Hanma respected Kisaki but sometimes kisaki just got on his fucking nerves. But being the typed of person Shuuji is, he didn't dare say anything and thought he'll get back to him in his own way.

You heard the main door open from the bedroom. You were still naked, searching for fresh clothes since you had just gone out of a warm shower. Hanma stood in the doorway, admiring your body. Your ass. The way the water from your hair dripped down your torso.

He sprinted towards you, harshly grabbing your ass cheeks. "Fuck, baby. The windows open. Are you planning to putting on a show for others?"

"Wha—Shuuji! You scared me," you stated, turning your head a bit to take a glimpse of his face.

"See? It was so easy to grab you and you didn't even notice. What if it was someone else? Can't let that happen." Grabbing your shoulder, he turned you to face him. His pointer and thumb pried your mouth open. "Let me mark you." You happily let your tongue fall out and his spit landed on it. You looked him in the eyes and gulped it down.

"That's my baby. Now bend over so I can spit where you need the most."

#𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇

South had you pinned to the bed, his boner rubbing against your sex. It was so hard to not noan into his kiss. He wouldn't lie that it didn't turn him on more.

"Shit. You're so sexy," he complimented running his hands through your whole body. He looked at you for consent and you nodded. Why wouldn't you? You needed it. You need him. All of him.

South reached out for his zip, and opened his fly. He was growing more and more impatient as the second passed. Pulling away from you, he discarded his bottoms until you both were fully exposed. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, placing it in his cock while looking at you.

"Fuck. Do you realize how long I have waited to have you?" He dragged up and down his cock between your thighs. "Tell me you're mine. Just mine."

"I'm yours." As soon as those words left your mouth, he pushed his cock in you earning a moan. You both got into a heavy makeout session as his cock was driving you crazy. He pulled away to pleasure you down there when you noticed the the saliva string was still attached to his lips. You lolled your tongue out looking up at him. He was confused at first but then he smirked knowing what you meant. He gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat on your tongue, and you screamed because he hit you deeper at the same time.

"I'm all yours." You announced once again.

#𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

It was the third round that sanzu had lost. All his money went right into Ran's pocket. You remember giggling at Ran's comment of calling your boyfriend a loser. You were sitting on Sanzu's lap.

"Aw. Looks like the king has lost all of it," ran taunted with a sugar laced voice.

"Shut up, Ran. You'll piss him off." Koko ordered, shuffling the rest of the cards. "Give the man a break. He just lost three grands." Everyone at the table chuckled which was tolerable. But you? Oh lord. It pissed him off. Suddenly, the room went silent. The air shifted. And even though Sanzu's face was facing your back, you could feel his expressions digging holes in you.

He asked—no, ordered you to get up from his lap. Something started burning inside you when you saw his psychotic grin. Not another word spoken. Not another noise made. Not another act happened except when he threw you on the table, the stack of poker coins falling all over the place. You could feel the cash being rubbed against your ass. He sucked on your neck, making your mouth fall open. He grabbed the chance and spat on you. You felt yourself getting horny. That was so hot of him.

"Well...I guess this is our cue to leave. Have a fun night you two," Ran announced and everyone left one by one. Now it was just you two in the room.

#𝐑𝐀𝐍

Brothers share everything. So did Ran and Rindou but of course not their lovers. Although it seemed like Rin had a hard time to get this in his head since he kept flirting with you. The entire Bonten knew he was just teasing you and Ran but Ran couldn't excuse such behavior.

He tried to let it slide a few times until he found you giggling at his jokes—that he did not find funny in the slightest—in your shared room.

"What are you doing here?" He asked his brother from the doorway. You both were startled at his sudden calm voice.

"Oh. Just chatting with y/n. I came up with this joke and I had to tell—"

"Oh, yeah. I heard it. I guess my laugh will be delivered in a few days," he cut him off mid-sentence. Rindou never got mad at his brother. And he genuinely wanted to tell the joke since it's always his older brother that comes up with humorous things. But Ran was clearly thinking with his dick when it came to you.

"It's getting late. You should probably leave. We have an early kill tomorrow." His hand rested on his shoulder before grabbing you by your waist and pulling closer. "And we, my love," he cupped your cheeks, ordering you to open your mouth. He made sure that Rindou's eyes were on you too before he spat on you, some of the saliva trailing down your lips to the jaw. "We have to work all night if you know what I mean."

Rindou was both shocked and disgusted as he stepped out of the room. Ran had a smirk on his face and he made sure you guys pulled an all-nighter.

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[sweetkpopmusings]

joshua best friend headcanons <3

a/n: this best friends series is giving me so much serotonin, and i love to see others enjoying it!! joshua is so cringe (said lovingly) and i am so very fond of him :,-) my break from work is over after today, so my posts will probably not be as frequent, but i promise this series will continue !! pics not mine <3

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!joshua x gn!reader | requests: open

he's the type of best friend that sees you two as a team

yes, he refers to you both as "the dream team" constantly

and he says it with his whole chest each time

like when one of his members asks what he did on the break, he'll answer "oh, y'know, just got the dream team back together"

they just respond (probably preceded by an eyeroll) "how's y/n doing?"

they're so unfazed by it but they'll tease him about it if you're around. if you join them at an event or a hangout, when you walk in the room they'll cheer because "the dream team is back together again!!!"

they're so dramatic but shua is eating it up actually

unironically will ask you, "is he bothering you, queen/king/my liege?"

he thinks it's so funny like it doesn't matter if you think it's funny he will stick with that bit forever

because he actually does care if people or things are bothering you

he will ask you how you are doing all the time

and he wants genuine answers

he'd never push you or anything like that, but he isn't asking you out of politeness or routine

as your best friend, he is dedicated to your wellbeing

he's so invested in supporting you

if you're trying to overcome a problem, develop a new skill, or complete some random 30-day challenge, joshua is right behind you the whole time

he'll send you encouraging messages, look out for tips he can send your way, and sometimes he'll even take part in it himself!!

truly a great cheerleader to have in your life :,-)

creates traditions for you two

he knows that life is wild and it can be hard to get together and talk as much as you want to

so he ensures that, regardless of what's going on, you two have things that bring you together

it could be based on a shared interest! maybe you both really like this one youtube channel, so you always watch the new content together

i would not be surprised in the slightest if he signed y'all up for silly subscription boxes

like yes there's a monthly service that sends you mini science experiments and yes joshua got you both a year-long plan and yes he expects "shua & y/n's science session" to be a whole event every time

it was somewhat of a joke at first because shua loves being ridiculous but you both ended up loving it so much that you looked forward to each new box

he's very protective of you <3

he's always looking out for you, so he is pretty invested in how people treat you

whether it's in the workplace, in your friend circles, in romantic relationships, and even in your family (bio, chosen, or otherwise)

he wouldn't meddle in your relationships, but he's not afraid to speak up if someone is not treating you with the respect and care you deserve

he always respects your decisions, but he will never hold back an opinion that is for your benefit.

he won't get mad if you disagree with him either like he's the king of promoting autonomy, agency, and self-respect <333

he works hard to earn your trust, which is why you trust his judgment

and he goes to you for the same thing

he nevers wants you to beat around the bush with him

your bond is too special for superficial pleasantries like that

you both know each other so well that it only makes sense to be transparent with one another

which is why he'll come to you with some of his biggest concerns, insecurities, etc

because you're the one person who can see him for who he is without him worrying about putting on a persona or performance

and he's so grateful to you for that, more than he could ever express

so after a heart-to-heart he'll just look you directly in the eyes and say a soft yet strong "thank you"

and then make a lil joke because whoa it got real serious and he's a lighthearted guy

takes a lot of pictures of you / you two together !

he will send you the pictures where you are making a funny face and threaten to use it as blackmail <3

if you try to do the same he'll just go "good luck, i'm beautiful in everything :-)"

and you're like yes but have you considered you're also an idiot <3

runs ideas by you for weird things he can do to shock his members

he knows the water bits always kill, but he's looking to take things to the Next. Level. so he's scheduling a meeting with you to walk through his bit prototypes and maybe even doing some trial runs with you

he's taking it so seriously and you're like wow you're a dumbass and he's like "thank you so much so what was your rating on the tearaway pants trick again?"

boy has a clipboard and everything i swear

joshua is just such a funny and strange guy who wants to add value to your life because you bring so much to his!! he'll always be there for you, rain or shine, and he reminds you constantly of how special you are :,-)

joshua if you're taking applications for besties please let me know and i'll submit my resume asap!!!

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #bestfriend!seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt #joshua #seventeen joshua #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #svt joshua #svt headcanons #seventeen au #svt au #joshua hong #sweetkpopmusings

[dotieeee]

unhinged spicy thot: Morpheus getting absolutely obliterated by his equally twinky but also (normally) super sweet partner 🤩like they just wreck him and he's lowkey surprised how strong and forceful they can be when they want and oh fuck I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me um yes it has let's do this more xD

I will keep this gender neutral as I can, but oh my oh my

***

Morpheus laid on his back quite comfortably as he watched you closely: you, hovering above him, the most beautiful, ravishing creature he had ever laid eyes on, catching your breath, beads of sweat running down your face and your neck (which he'd very much like to just lick), the effects of an earth-shattering orgasm still lingering on your pretty features.

It was a sight to behold, and it was one of those moments where he wished he could just freeze time itself to admire the strength this lythe, little body holding him down on the mattress possessed.

The Endless in him had seen and experienced a multitude od things in his time in this universe, but to say he had been taken aback at the way you had almost (his pride refused to admit just how close you were) ruined his corporeal body with your...skills was understatement. He was sated beyond belief, true, but never in his imaginations did he see you responsible.

He simply couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

He had observed you the entire time he and you had laid together; how your innocent eyes darkened as you commanded him to strip before you, how your plump lips curled into a cruel smirk as you yanked his wrists and pinned it above him with so much force he could've bruised if he was any lesser than a cosmic being, and how you growled mine over and over in his ears as you ravaged him the way you wanted. The memory of you taking him over and over sent shivers down his spine - he'd like to do it again, and again, and again, if you'd be willing. His cock was hard, again, uncomfortably throbbing in pure want. He could never get enough of you after this.

And judging by that sly grin on your usually soft features, you knew. You knew the effect you had on him.

"Something on my face, my King?" You whispered from above him. Normally such an insolent tone would warrant a severe punishment among his subjects, but right then, he couldn't even begin to care. All he wanted was more of you.

"Hmm. Have you had your fill, mortal?" He teased back as his finger made its way to your collarbone to trace your skin. He'd very much like to mark it, but this time was yours. There would always be another time, he surmised.

With a force he didn't know you still had in you after such a strenous session, you gripped his wrist and threw it back on the pillow, just above his head.

"I have not given you the permission." It was a warning. Oh how he loved riling you like so. "And I am not done with you, your Majesty."

The way your eyes shifted, hardening with resolve and an unspoken promise to wreck him as much as your little mortal body could, stirred up an urge in him to just beg. He'd give you a run for your money of course, but there's no saying you couldn't break him like only he knew you could.

He felt his own eyes bleed onyx at such a sumptous threat. So much surprise in such a fragile little package. Happily, he laid still and let you work your wonders.

#drabble #ask #aralezinspace #dream of the endless smut #dream of the endless x gn reader #smut #spicy!! #the sandman

[dmwrites]

They’d made Jimmy smaller again.

Jimmy stood fuming and yelling up at his friends, demanding they return him to his normal height this instant. He was fully aware that he was now only a few pixels tall now, maybe a block tall at best. His friends were laughing, cooing over him, ruffling his hair with one finger. They called him a little doll and tried to pick him up. Jimmy eventually evaded their hands and flew off, back towards Tumble Town.

“Ugh! If only I knew how to make myself big again!” Jimmy moaned to himself. He kicked around Tumble Town, unable to reach half of the doorknobs and not having a very nice time. Finally, he decided to have a nice, calm strip mining session. There were no short jokes in the mines.

And strip mine he did. Days passed, but Jimmy just kept pushing forward in a straight line, through lava and water and diamonds. It felt good to be able to break the stones like he did, get away from the surface of Empires for a while. The monotony of mining was so relaxing.

Well, relaxing until Jimmy mined into another one by one tunnel. Jimmy turned to look behind him, and then in front of him. He’d only been digging in a straight line, and no one else was small like him.

“What on earth?” Jimmy whispered, stepping forward into the other tunnel.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jimmy screamed as a small blue being stepped out of a tunnel that branched out from the one he stood in. The blue guy was about Jimmy’s size, with fluffy wings and a sword in his hands.

“Oh my word- please, you winged man, quiet your curses around me, I’m a pg channel.” Jimmy cried. “And please don’t kill me, I am just a small guy!”

The blue man’s mouth fell open in surprise. “Sorry, what the fu- oh you mean the like pg as in, okay, I see, whatever. Uh, what the frick are you doing here, and why the fu- frick do you look like Woody from Toy Story?”

Jimmy sighed, rubbing his hand across his forehead in annoyance. “I am not a toy. I am the sheriff! My name is Jimmy, nice to meet you, I suppose. Please do not call me a toy again or I will kill you.”

The blue guy squinted at Jimmy as if making a series of moral decisions. He took out his sword at one point, then put it away. “It’s a damn good thing you seem harmless, bro. I’m Sneeg. What the hel- fuc- what are you doing in my tunnel, dude? Where did you even come from?”

“Oh, well, this is my tunnel!” Jimmy said, indicating behind him. “I was strip mining, and it opened up into all of this! I am just as surprised as you are, frankly!”

“Yeah, it’s not every day you find a tiny man cosplaying a cop in your tunnels.” Sneeg replied.

“I am a sheriff, not a cop, whatever that is.” Jimmy said. “And I am not small! We are the same height.”

“Right, but you totally have short energy.” Sneeg replied. “But, like, whatever, it’s chill. Uh, well, welcome to the Origins server, I guess.”

“Origins?” Jimmy asked, confused. “No, no, I’m on the Empires server. That’s where I started my strip mine, anyway.”

“Well, partner, looks like you dug so far you ended up in a whole other server. So why don’t you stay a while?” Sneeg said, patting Jimmy on the back. “Listen, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve met someone smaller- I mean the same height- as me. Let’s go terrorize people or something, it’ll be funny. We short kings gotta stick together, make tall people regret everything.”

Jimmy puffed out his chest. “Well, Mr. Sneeg, I could not agree more with your outlandish ideas of terrorizing those taller then us. Maybe I need to emulate you, make my friends back on Empires respect me and the law.”

“Totes, man.” Sneeg said. “Come on, let’s go fuck some shit up.”

“My goodness! Sneeg, please, again with the language!”

“Huh, funny, you sound a bit like an old friend of mine…”

#NO ONE EVER EXPECTS THE ORIGINS X ESMP CROSSOVER #November 21 2022 #fic #solidaritygaming #sneegsnag #long post

[mountaingnomes]

I was wondering what bands you liked? And out of them, which one inspires you to write music the most?

This is such a cool question to be asked, thank you! These actually feel like two pretty separate questions to me. The first one is too jumbled to answer in a Tumblr post and I don't have brain right now, but I'll try?

My first real music love was Evanescence. I was obsessed. The sheer fucking primal emotion in their music combined with Lee's aesthetic & the cinematic feel of it all was catnippp to me. My second love was Coheed & Cambria (I was in a cover band in high school), for similar reasons + they were my first exposure to concept albums. Anyone who hasn't listened to their first 3 albums *needs* to. The Dear Hunter was also an early love of mine. Their frontman (and Tanner Merritt of O'Brother, look up their first Audiotree session and sink innnn) are my vocal inspirations. Shout-outs to Panic!'s first two albums, 2000s emo in general, and especially MCR (confirming here that Helena & Gerard is an MCR reference). I was also in a Mars Volta cover band in college, which was how I started getting any kind of decent at the instrument.

More recently (in addition to frequent visits to my old favorites) I have been loving PUP, The Hotelier, Sarah & the Safeword (you all would *love* them), The Oh Hellos, Freelance Whales first album, Hozier (oh god Hozier), Typhoon, Jank (first album) O'Brother (first two albums), San Fermin, The Suitcase Junket, Devil & the Deep Blue Sea, Raccoon Tour, As Tall as Lions, Island of Misfit Toys, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Foxing, and Foxy Shazam (put on their self titled album for a fuckin' excellent time). The original Hadestown album also had a huge impact on me.

Who inspires me to write is a different question, because actually most of the songs I've written for Forgetmenauts all have specific feels of different artists that I intentionally wanted to incorporate. Imma go through the discography in order and see if I can pinpoint an inspiration for all the songs. Some are *really* specific, others just have a general feel.

Bestiary:

Leviathan- The Dear Hunter (specifically the song We've Got a Score to Settle)

Sirens- The Dear Hunter

Helena & Gerard- Freelance Whales' first album, or The Oh Hellos, maybe?

Tam Lin- Hozier

Charlatan in Red/Vixen's- mewithoutYou ("It's all crazy..." era)

Interlace of Bones- No idea. The banjo ones are honestly a lot harder to pinpoint.

GWMB- I blacked out while writing this song. I think that one came from somewhere special just for me. I got really, really lucky with that one.

Bats- I was just goofing around lol. Pick a punk band, any punk band.

Be Nimble, Be Quick

Jack- Guitar riff at the beginning is Explosions in the Sky. Lyrics, guitar etc. in the second part are The Dear Hunter x Hadestown

Card Shark- Tyler wrote the music on this one! My vocals are 100% The Dear Hunter tho

The Summer King- mewithoutYou, extremely intentionally

Bigfoot & Mothman- Foxy Shazam, baybee!!!

Persephone- O'Brother (Death of the Day era)

Dancing Plague- Thrice, I think

Wind in the Orchard- O'Brother again, I think

Thomas the Rhymer- 100% I was trying to write a Hozier guitar riff again. The screams at the end are Coheed & Cambria, a la Everything Evil

Faerie Queen- I was trying to write a Tiny Moving Parts riff. The vocals & melody feel pretty original to my own style, tho.

Truth be Told- Kit did all the lyrics & melody on this one. Guitar Moving Mountains (Pneuma era)

Ocean Song- Emma wrote this one! I had no input.

Unreleased (but in rotation):

Cottonwood- This one I really felt like I was drawing on the style that I've been cultivating over the course of this FMNs project.

Rusalka- I was trying to write a Typhoon song. Their album White Lighter is one of the few *perfect* works of art that I know of.

Persephone: I wrote this one back in college, actually, for a concept album I was working on at the time that never got finished. Some Hadestown in it, for sure, otherwise I couldn't tell ya.

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This is the sort of question I always fantasized about getting asked back when I was first starting to write music in high school, it's really cool to have someone who only knows me from my work honestly interested in it. I love answer things like this, thank you so much again for asking! Hope it's a thorough enough answer, and I'm happy to elaborate on any, or hear what influences or echoes you hear in any of our songs.

Big love <3

#the forgetmenauts

[sukunasweetheart]

Lullaby for the Past

Office AU Sukuna x fem!reader

Synopsis; Reincarnated as a human, Ryomen Sukuna - the former king of curses - is now just a perpetually tired office worker living in a world free of curses. His dreams are haunted by visions of his past life, despite not actually retaining any of these memories himself. These nightmares have surrounded him since childhood and nothing he does seems to do any help, so he’s given up and has learned to live with the restless nights, the lack of sleep and the moodiness. That is, until a series of unexpected incidents occur with the newly transferred employee - Y/N.

09. Sweet as honey

Word count: 5.5k

Sleepy, low-voiced chatter arose from his bed, their legs tangled together and fingers combing through each other's hair. For Sukuna, whose mornings were never that particularly great or special for the most part, this one seemed so sweet, so comforting.

“You’re not planning on evading me again after this, are you?” He asked in a joking manner.

“What do you take me for? Of course I won’t.”

“Good. You marked me as yours,” he gestured to the various bruises on his shoulder and chest with an attentive smirk, “so you should take responsibility.”

“I will,” she responded, allowing herself to be pulled in closer by him.

“I have a question,” she brought up.

“Mm?”

“I thought you said you were against marriage,” Y/N said, pressing a finger up against his chest. He grabbed ahold of her hand with a frown.

“It’s true that I wasn’t seriously considering it for a while, but that doesn’t mean I was against it. I said I just wasn’t ready for it right now.”

“Oh- thank god,” she said, relaxing back into her pillow.

“By the way. Did something happen at the club yesterday? Besides your headache.”

Sukuna thought back for a moment, recollecting last night’s events from the very beginning.

“Other than some girl feeling up my thigh a bit, not much. I came back right after that.”

Y/N sat up with an abruptness that startled him, as she squinted.

Y/N bent herself down, her hands trailing down to his hips, and latched her mouth onto the said area, making his leg perform a subtle jump. Sukuna bit the inside of his cheek once he began to feel her suckling, with an added element of her teeth occasionally ghosting over his skin. This stimulation was beginning to stir life within him elsewhere. He looked down at her with a lusty gleam that went over his eyes, encouraging her with the brush of his fingers through her hair.

“A girl what?” she interrogated, sitting up to grab his cheeks with both hands and stretch them out.

“Ow,” he spoke with muffled words, “what are you doing?”

She soon let go of him, but her expression remained unchanged.

“Your thigh where?”

Albeit feeling puzzled and a little sore at the cheeks, he pointed towards an ambiguous area on his thigh.

“Here.”

When she was done, Y/N made a satisfied smirk at what she’d left behind. Another hickey - right against his inner thigh.

“There you go. All disinfected.”

In response, he let out a hearty laugh.

“Disinfected, huh? I like that.”

Sukuna pulled her into his arms again, a rather swift movement, and slid his palm over the top of her hand, guiding it down, down, down.

“Well, I seem to have another growing problem...here,” he informed her, licking at his lips.

“Care to help fix it up for me, Doctor Y/N?”

Soon after their additional morning session, Y/N tried to climb out of his bed, to gather the clothes she had on last night, strewn all over his floor. He gently pulled her back with a slight grimace plastered on his face.

“This the beginning of your avoidance?”

“Oh my god- no, silly,” she laughed, “I’m heading home to shower and change. I’ll be back right after.”

“Come again? I am your home now,” he told her. “And there’s a shower here, too.”

“That’s nice and all, but I need a new pair of undies.”

“I’ll lend you mine. Just go commando.”

That excuse about saving water was a complete and utter lie, judging from the way he kept initiating make out sessions under all the steam. Not that she minded. Not when the sight of Sukuna being drenched with water provoked a different kind of excitement inside of her. By the time they both got out of there, their hands were all wrinkled from the excessive moisture.

You could imagine her surprise when he wanted to follow her all the way into the shower as well.

“On our first day?” Y/N asked with wide eyes, as he ushered her into his bathroom.

“Yes. We’re saving water. Now c’mere.”

"Dang, didn't know you were the clingy type."

"You don’t like it?"

"No. I love it."

As per his suggestion, Y/N got herself dressed in his clothes and began to dry her wet hair with a white towel that had been pulled out of his bathroom cupboard. Sukuna came up to her from the front, smoothly taking over her drying with his own. She stood still with a smile, letting him do his thing. To her slight confusion however, he arrived at a gradual stop - once he realised how she looked like a bride, the towel almost resembling something of a wedding veil. Their earlier conversations must’ve set something off within him, as he felt the need to slowly bend down to offer her a softer kiss onto her lips.

Everything was now done and dusted, Y/N was feeling comfortable in his clothes, hair no longer wet and dripping. Sukuna sauntered up to her once again when she stepped out of the bathroom, hands emerging from his pockets to embrace her.

“Do you...have a hairdryer?” she asked him quietly with an awkward evasion of his eyes, once they were done. The gentle gesture that came without warning left her feeling a little shy and lightheaded.

“Of course,” he said, with a contented grin overtaking his lips.

He continued to adhere himself to her for the rest of the week, as if he were catching up to all of that lost time between them. It came with them changing his bed sheets together, as she asked Sukuna to teach her how to use the washing machine at his place that was a different model from hers. It also came with sitting on the sofa, his arm perched up behind her as they watched TV. Even working in the kitchen, where they cooked side by side, and Sukuna was able to flex his elegant skills with the knife. Hours flew by, and they ended up having a lot of firsts with each other, without really intending to.

"Good. You smell like me now."

"So that was your aim all along."

"Shit. Guess I've been found out,” he teased with a smirk.

Despite all of this, a certain underlying problem of his began to burgeon within him.

[03:36 AM]

Unable to fall back asleep after a particularly disturbing dream, Sukuna was giving the digital clock on the nightstand a mindless stare, similarly to any other night. It was hardly anything unusual. The only thing that was changed now was how he no longer was the sole occupant that took up his large bed. Y/N shifted her position beside him, turning to face the other side, remaining dormant. He gave her a weary smile and grazed a finger over her cheek.

And soon enough, he was able to find the heart to get underneath the blanket once again, slipping his arm under Y/N’s head to spoon her.

-

“C’mon. We’re gonna be late for work,” Sukuna shook Y/N by her shoulder, and she made a little noise of anguish.

“I fucking hate Mondays,” she drawled out. He chuckled at her and watched as she slowly got up, rubbing at her eyes. Y/N was quick to feel alarmed when she noticed the time, and also how Sukuna was already now half-dressed.

“Oh shit-! I gotta head down.” She stood up from the bed with haste.

“Should we meet in front of your car?” she asked him as she went about his room, collecting her clothes and other valuables.

“No, I’ll pick you up at your door.”

“Okay,” she replied quickly, before zooming out.

Sukuna continued to button up his shirt, already beginning to feel a bit bittersweet about not having her around anymore, after they had spent the entire weekend together.

Y/N was speedy as she ran about her house, getting into her work clothes and shoving her things into her purse, but she did all of this whilst humming a melody that she’d made up on the spot. Sukuna came knocking at her door not long later, and when she emerged from her place, Y/N greeted him with a tight hug.

However, not even five seconds later, she came running back into his room, which came off as a slight surprise to him.

“Did you leave something behind-?” he began to question, only to be interrupted by a short, cute peck against his cheek. The way she had to get onto her tippy toes was a little bonus. Sukuna was left with a giddy smile that made his cheeks ache as he finished doing that last button up.

Upon arriving at the parking lot of their company, Y/N had finished putting the rest of her makeup on, now having applied that lip gloss as she looked into her mini mirror. On their way up to the office, Sukuna sneakily slipped in a handhold or two when people weren’t watching, leaving Y/N struggling to hold back a smile.

During their elevator ride, he’d stealthily managed to get her back against the side.

“Can I kiss you?” Sukuna asked, thumb running over her lower lip, his other hand splayed onto the wall behind her.

“Why else do you think I skipped out on the lip gloss this morning?”

There was brief laughter before he captured her in a feverish kiss, one that was near-impossible to willingly pull away from.

The rest of their coworkers could only observe them with awe as they absolutely failed to make their relationship anywhere near discreet, even just from the way they looked at each other - the honey dripping from their eyes.

The rest of them fell into a silence, struck with perplexity as they stared up at the man, wondering how someone could miss the most obvious of signs.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating. Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?” Suzuki commented.

“It’s not a hallucination. It seems that they’re actually dating,” Takahashi followed up.

“As someone who’s spent the least amount of time at this company, Y/N really is quite amazing - getting with someone as scary as Sukuna,” Ijichi also piped up.

“How romantic! Isn’t this all because of that day when he went to sleep at her place? It was meant to be.”

“They’re dating? How can you guys tell?” Choso questioned, also peering over at the two.

And indeed, Yui was speaking nothing but the truth - absolutely, Sukuna was unable to keep his hands to himself over the next couple of days at the office.

Y/N was on her way out of the bathrooms when Yui rapidly approached her from the front, face beaming with excitement.

“Are you serious? I thought you said you were ‘just friends’!” she exclaimed.

“Well...things happened,” Y/N spoke with her lips curled upwards into a shy smile.

“He couldn’t keep his hands off of you! Never thought I’d see a day where that man comes into work grinning like that,” she continued, playfully slapping on Y/N’s arm.

Brewing their coffees together, he used everything in his power to accidentally brush his hand up against her, his sly fingers always touching hers whenever she tried to reach for another coffee capsule, or for some sugar. Y/N did her best to keep him at bay - but in all honesty, it was difficult to consistently resist his touches. She slapped him lightly on his arm, at times his shoulder, to stop him from going too far - all while she fought off the rising corners of her mouth with desperation.

During breaks, Sukuna would bring her all the way to the rooftop for a bit more intense action, as they took over one of the more isolated places in order to glide their lips against each other once more.

She had to keep reapplying her lip gloss within each interval, as he smudged coating after coating with his kisses, whenever he could grasp the chance. At some point during the week, he had even hastily escorted her into an empty and dimmed meeting room by the hand whilst they were on break.

“A-are you sure about this? We could get caught,” Y/N whispered to him with a panicked gaze.

“It’s fine - I checked and there were no meetings scheduled in here today,” Sukuna said as he closed the door behind them. He then took a few strides up towards her, pulling her into his arms. Mouth against her neck, his hands went down to lightly pinch at her behind, making her gasp with arousal. He then lifted her and perched her up onto the meeting table.

“That lip gloss always looks so good on you,” he spoke with a sultry voice - before leaning forwards to lock mouths with her. She became intoxicated with the scent of his cologne as she closed her eyes immediately, her mind overwhelmed with thoughts of how good his lips felt against hers, his warmth spreading to her through the way he was grasping her by the waist. Sukuna pulled away a few moments later, leaving Y/N panting breathlessly.

“Sukuna...n-not here…”

“I know, doll. I won’t go that far,” he reassured her, a gentle hand caressing her thigh. A small smile appeared on Y/N’s face, and she placed a delicate peck onto his cheek. Sukuna’s thumb went to her chin and pressed downwards slightly, parting her lips this way.

“Too bad I just keep ruining it.”

And then, that was when the door that had been closed opened up behind them, the light from the hallway creeping in against the carpet floor. Sukuna whipped around with urgency, and Y/N internally shrieked as she quickly slid off of the table, panicking about whether they were going to be able to keep their jobs. The person who stood there was none other than their supervisor.

There was a mean smirk overtaking his face as he swiped a thumb over his own lips - taking off the remnants of her gloss with it. Ignoring the hammering of her heart inside of her chest, she pouted and gave him a weak smack across his chest.

“You owe me lip gloss,” Y/N told him.

“Sure thing. How many do you want? A hundred? Two hundred?”

She erupted into a helpless fit of giggles, and he gazed upon her quite lovingly.

There was a deafening silence that overtook the atmosphere, making it unbearable to withstand. Nanami’s face remained neutral, but for some reason, this made Y/N feel even more ashamed, rendering her unable to face him properly. Sukuna himself had gone very quiet, but rather than feeling embarrassed about the whole ordeal, he looked more disappointed that their moment had been interrupted.

Nanami cleared his throat and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

“I have no intention of interfering with your relationship… but please keep the excessive affection out of the office. It would discomfort others who wouldn’t want to witness such behaviour in a professional environment,” Nanami informed them sternly, crossing his arms with a sigh.

“My apologies...” Y/N had her head down with guilt.

The two of them walked out of the room and went back to their desks, with Sukuna still maintaining his confident demeanor, whilst Y/N felt like a child who’d been caught stealing a cookie from a jar. She plopped into her chair with weak arms and legs, still slightly trembling from the shame.

“She’s not at fault. I initiated it,” Sukuna spoke casually, “If there’s a disciplinary action, I’ll take it.”

Startled, Y/N was about to argue against this notion but Nanami intervened before she could do so.

“There won’t be one this time around, but if you’re caught again, I cannot guarantee it will be the same.”

Y/N looked much more relaxed after hearing this. Just like that, they were let off, quite leniently.

“That was a close call…” she mumbled. “We should take it down a notch, I think.”

“It’s gonna be hell holding back, but I agree.”

“How am I ever going to face him again,” she despaired, covering her face with her hands.

“Relax - we’re probably not the first ones he’s seen doing the same anyway,” Sukuna responded.

“You seem pretty laid back for someone who nearly got disciplined over this.”

He shrugged and made a comically aloof expression as he crossed his legs.

After that incident, there were no more thrilling make out sessions in the empty meeting rooms anymore. But that didn’t mean the rooftop and the subtle touches in the kitchen were absolutely off limits.

“Thanks for stepping up for me back then though,” she said as she looked at him a little sheepishly, “that was cool.”

“...Don’t make that kind of face in front of me. Makes it harder to restrain myself,” Sukuna grumbled, voice getting lower. Rather than flirtatious, there was a solemn look embedded in his eyes.

“Who jokes around with a serious face like that?” she retorted, startled by his sudden change of aura.

“Who said I was joking?”

“Is that so? Well,” she batted her eyelashes and made an exaggerated wink at him, “not my fault that I’m so tempting.”

“Alright - I think I can get back to work now,” he responded, sharply turning away from her.

“Hey!”

-

“Why did you insist you spend the night at my place today?” Y/N asked curiously, looking at Sukuna who was busy looking through her bookshelf.

“Just felt like it,��� he shrugged, “I strangely feel at ease here.”

“But my bed’s not as big as yours!”

“So? That makes it even better.” He grinned at her from where he stood and in response, she rolled her eyes at him - but with a smile.

“Also. All of your books seem to be of similar setting,” Sukuna commented as he held two in his hands, reading the blurbs that were on the backs of them.

“What can I say? There’s something rather enticing about rich bad boys.”

Sukuna hummed with intrigue, as he continued to flicker through a few from the shelf.

For some reason, the idea of it being her friends hadn’t crossed her mind. So when she looked through the peephole and saw Maki knocking impatiently, she jumped out of her skin - as she hadn’t yet told them about her newly established relationship with Sukuna.

Y/N was about to add on something else to the moment, but her doorbell rang abruptly, cutting her thoughts short. They both looked at each other with confusion, as they hadn’t ordered or expected anything today.

“That’s odd. Maybe they came here by mistake?”

“Good evening. We’re here to cheer your sorry ass up,” Maki said, strolling into Y/N’s living room after pushing the beer can packet into her arms once she opened up the door. The whole gang was here, all lined up and ready to come in.

“Um, guys-”

“Do you have someone over? I saw an unfamiliar pair of shoes at…” Maki stopped her sentence once she caught sight of Sukuna standing wordlessly by Y/N’s shelf.

Things were noisy for a moment, as Yuuta dragged an agitated Maki out from Y/N’s home, Rika was helplessly giggling at the interesting scene and Toge was busy giving Y/N a thumbs up. Y/N observed the four of them trudging back out, and she gulped once Maki promised that they’d have a little chat later on.

“Hey. Great to see you all again.” Sukuna mustered this up with his most “welcome” tone of voice - but it didn’t work out very well, as he only sounded even unfriendlier.

“Hah?! When did you-” Yuuta cupped Maki’s mouth with a dainty smile on his face.

“Let’s retreat, guys. It seems Y/N’s a little busy today.”

Y/N felt a bit guilty about not telling them sooner, but she got distracted by Sukuna who had crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“How lucky. Your friends excused themselves for us,” he said with a chuckle.

“Are you that happy? I feel a bit bad,” she told him.

“Why feel bad? They’ve had enough of your attention. It’s my turn.”

“Gosh, you’re so immature.”

“I prefer the term elaborate. I like being precise with what's mine.”

“I thought I was the owner of this relationship?” Y/N said jokingly.

“You’re not wrong, but actually, we’re each other’s.”

-

“Holy shit. I just got goosebumps...didn’t know you were capable of saying such cheesy lines,” she told him, rubbing the sides of her arms.

“What? You don’t like it? Baby girl?” Sukuna snickered, arms around her getting tighter.

“Baby girl? Never talk to me again.”

“Now that’s a bit mean, pumpkin.”

“Oh my god, literally stop-”

Once work was finished for the day, Y/N found herself accepting the tickets that were offered to her, without thinking.

They were interrupted when Suzuki sprinted up to them out of the blue, holding his phone and having an expression of disbelief on his face.

“Aquarium, huh. Why are you giving this to me though?” she asked Yui.

“I originally bought it for me and my boyfriend, but he says he can't make it due to work on the day,” she explained with a smile, “so I thought it’d be nice if you could go with Sukuna. Both because it’d be a waste of tickets, and as an apology for that horrible blind date.”

“I’d love to go...but are you sure about this?”

“Don’t even worry about it!”

“Thanks. I’ll definitely use it well.”

The three office workers peeked out from behind a wall, outside of the company, to inspect Sukuna from afar as he was speaking to a woman with black hair that cascaded down to her shoulders.

“Guys, guys! Y/N! Aiko’s at it again,” he spoke hastily, pointing at his phone. It looked like he’d received texts from a group chat.

“What?! Don’t tell me-” Yui gave Y/N a cautious side glance.

“Aiko?”

“Aiko from the marketing department. Infamous for asking Sukuna out - and getting rejected every time.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed immediately. Asking who out?

“She’d been real quiet up until now, so I thought she’d given up.”

“Where are they, right now?”

“Why are they taking so long?” Yui spoke nervously, as she kept looking back and forth from Y/N’s darkened expression to the scene playing out in front of them.

“Everyone knows how tenacious she is. And a bit of a narcissist,” Suzuki added, as he was rapidly typing into the chatroom.

“Why? What is it that you don’t like about me?” she asked Sukuna, her lower lip trembling.

“Everything,” he sighed, wanting to go home already, “everything about you is annoying.”

“How could you say such a thing…”

“Be honest. You don’t even like me. You just can’t handle rejection.”

“That’s not true! Don’t act like you know me,” Aiko raised her voice, balling her fists.

“You’re right, I don’t. Not interested, either.” He turned around to leave, but she grabbed him by the wrist.

“Oh shit!” Suzuki whisper-yelled.

“Y/N, are you okay with…” Yui stopped when she realised Y/N was no longer beside her. “Y/N…?”

When she turned back to the front, she saw how she was already on her way, striding towards the two.

Sukuna removed her hand away from himself and glared at the woman.

“I don’t have time for this. I have a girlfriend.”

Aiko looked surprised for a moment as she had been unaware of the fact, but before she could say anything in response, she was disrupted by somebody else.

Y/N made sure that Aiko could see that they were holding hands before she turned on her heel, bringing Sukuna along with her. Gritting her teeth, she intervened, stopping them by grabbing onto the hem of Sukuna’s shirt.

“That’s right,” Y/N passive aggressively smiled at her, wedging herself between them, getting Sukuna to stand behind her. She took hold of Aiko’s hand that was still reaching out into the empty air. Sukuna watched this unfold before his eyes, semi-bewildered.

“Nice to meet you! I’m the girlfriend,” Y/N spoke as she shook her hand.

“It seems that he’s already expressed his lack of interest in you. I’ll be taking him away, then.”

“Excuse me, but this is between me and him. I have feelings for Sukuna and-”

Y/N slapped her hand away, like she was swatting at a mosquito.

“Apologies, but I’m not nice enough to be considerate of your feelings. Have a good evening.”

She continued to lead him away by the hand from Aiko, leaving her glowering at the couple.

Meanwhile, Y/N was busy wordlessly dragging Sukuna off to an isolated area, where they could have a little discussion together in peace. Refusing to meet his eye yet, she continued to walk ahead of him, hand still wrapped around his. Therefore, she was unable to see Sukuna, who was currently grinning from ear to ear, enthralled by her assertive attitude.

Yui was excitedly slapping on Suzuki’s back as she softly squealed at the scene.

“Did you see that?! The way she slapped her hand away, I-”

“Stop slapping me! It hurts,” he retorted, rubbing at the sore spots on his skin. “But yeah, that was pretty satisfying to watch.”

“Look at the way Sukuna’s looking at Y/N,” Yui pointed out as they walked off into the distance, “oh, he’s down bad.”

He easily let himself be pushed up against the wall, eyes glinting with admiration when she looked up after caging him between her arms, their height difference making her look adorable.

“Oh - that’s cute,” he taunted, feeling the excitement build within his stomach from the way she scowled at him. “Why don’t you try and show me who I belong to?”

“I swear, I gotta put you on a leash or something! What’s with all these girls touching you without your permission?!” she exclaimed, pouting at him.

“That’s exactly what I want to say,” he responded, unable to keep a straight face.

Y/N held onto his tie with one hand, but prevented herself from tugging on it quite yet.

“Getting ready to disinfect me again?” Sukuna teased, voice purposefully made to spur her on.

“You’re really making me wanna act out.”

With a fierce tug, his lips were brought to hers - and he let out a deep moan into the rough kiss, his mind getting fogged up under the touch, taste, smell, of her. She tilted her head to the side, sliding her tongue into his mouth through his parted lips, still pressing his body against the wall. It was Sukuna’s first time getting handled so aggressively, in such a straightforward way, and it was safe to say that it didn’t feel bad at all.

They were at it for god knows how long before she pulled away, leaving him looking feral, as he was beginning to feel the strain within his pants.

Thank goodness it was way past the time for people to start getting off work, making sure that there weren’t as many people left in the company.

“Oops,” she teased, hand brushing over his crotch as she smiled, “I guess you can’t go back into the office looking like this can you?”

“Precisely. You’ll fix this up for me, right?” he asked, grabbing hold of her wrist and keeping her hand on him.

She stroked him through the fabric slightly, making him take in a sharp breath.

“Oh, definitely. But not here. Go ahead and wait for me by your car, I’ll bring all your things down with me.”

Y/N came down to the parking lot holding a bunch of things, and she saw Sukuna waiting for her with clear discomfort showing up on his face as he leaned onto the side of his car, hands in pockets. When they met eyes, she smirked at him and walked over to hand him his car keys.

Throughout the ride, she kept her hand perched on his upper thigh, casually stroking the area during red lights, making Sukuna hiss with frustration, grip on the steering wheel tightening up.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can drive like this,” he protested, hugging Y/N, only to grind his hips against her. She giggled and kissed him on the side of his neck.

“Of course you can. I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”

Once they had gotten through Y/N’s door, they dropped all of their things at the entrance and she looped her arms around the back of his neck as she pushed her lips onto his cheek. Whilst doing this, she was able to slowly maneuver him towards the wall once again, where she slid her hands onto his broad shoulders. She then began to tease his bottom lip, playfully nibbling at it and pressing her mouth just barely against his soft skin. With half lidded eyes, Sukuna looked down at her, feeling almost drunk with desire.

Shifting the kisses to his jawline, he slowly palmed the flesh of her ass with a strong grip. Noticing his adam’s apple going up and down as he swallowed, she proceeded to swipe her tongue over it, latching her mouth on and gently suckling, prompting Sukuna to tilt his head back and lean it against the wall’s surface behind him with a small groan.

Lowering his pants, she saw that there was a small wet spot from all the precum, showing on his boxers. Y/N caressed it for a little bit, and then slowly slid the undergarment off of him, revealing his girthy cock that was begging to be touched. After pumping it a few times, she brought it to her mouth, finally ready to make it up to him.

“You got even bigger,” she whispered to him, fingers running along his erection over his clothing.

“With the way you kept on provoking me, of course I did,” he replied huskily.

She let out a little laugh and sunk to her knees before him, quickly working on unbuckling his belt.

“Well done for being patient.”

Sukuna couldn’t help but jerk his hips into her mouth every now and then, the pleasure hitting him hard as she rhythmically bobbed her head on his length, his tip reaching that heavenly spot in the back of her throat each time. Y/N pulled away from it, allowing herself to breathe for a moment.

What he hadn’t expected was how easily she was able to take all of him in.

“To the base already? You’re crazy,” he said, voice wavering.

He let out a shaky moan when Y/N began to twist her head around side to side, allowing the friction to do the work for her. Her tongue was swiping up against the base of his cock, and her hands were occupied with the gentle fondling of his balls.

Upon realising what he had just said, flashes of the fantasy that he had during that day came up rapidly once again, the pleasurable jolt heading straight over to his cock. It didn’t help that she had wrapped her lips around the tip, hand lightly squeezed around his shaft. Without warning, spurts of his cum were released into her mouth, erection twitching along with it.

“Does it feel good?” she asked him, blinking away the tears that had gathered on her lashes.

“Oh, it feels amazing, doll. Even better than what I’d imagined,” he said without thinking as he softly placed a hand onto her head.

“Imagined? You imagined this, did you?” she smirked up at him mockingly.

Her eyes were widened with shock, but she acted fast to catch all of it before it could slip out of her mouth, her nose poking his pelvic bone as she went all the way to the base again. Sukuna was now bucking his hips uncontrollably, a string of curses uttered under his breath as he continued to come down her throat. Y/N closed her eyes and gulped every last drop of it.

“Oh- fuck-” he said breathlessly, when he realised that she wasn’t stopping, even after he was done spilling his load into her. The overstimulation was evoking lewd noises out of him, making him quiver from the sensitivity. Sukuna’s cock was now beginning to slightly soften in her mouth, but the gliding of her tongue against all of his weak spots was slowly arousing him once more.

When they moved into her bedroom, he made sure to have her lying down comfortably as he caressed the soreness away from her knees, leaving trails of gentle suckles across her chest - working to return the favour.

Y/N then withdrew herself, after pressing a final peck onto the tip of it. Sukuna’s chest was heaving but he had a satisfied and weak smile spread across his face.

“How was that?” she asked, nuzzling her cheek against his cock affectionately.

“Phenomenal,” he replied with a weary smile. They began to quietly laugh together, and he brought her up to softly kiss her, chuckling on each other’s lips.

Masterlist

Notes; phat chapter alert,,ending the scene with smut again oml lmfao (i must have a thing for against-wall action ngl)

hope it wasnt cringe, i wanted to kinda go all out with the fluff before the angst

#lullaby for the past #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna

[buckyownsmylife]

So I Take What I Want - Jake Gyllenhaal smut (ft. Tom Holland)

The one where Jake finally lets Tom watch him fuck you

Warnings: smut, cuckold!tom, mean!jake, voyeurism, overstimulation, possessiveness, cuck humiliation, name-calling, p in v, dacrophylia, light choking

Word count: under 2k

A/N: thank you to my lovely @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over to me. As you might already know, this is part of my do it universe, and although it can be read by itself, I highly recommend you go read the other stories first.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first thing I remembered was feeling a gentle kiss pressed to the back of my hand, gently awakening me as two hands softly cradled my face, brushing the hair away from it.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Blinking a few times, I was able to focus on the familiar bearded face that was patiently waiting for my answer, prompting me to try to sit up so I could give him one.

“I’m alright,” I assured him, although every single muscle in my body ached. It was a good king of hurt though, the kind that you had after a great workout session… which I supposed was more or less what had happened.

“Good,” Jake smiled, kissing me unexpectedly, and my eyes widened before I closed them to accept his gesture. Sure, this was still a bit surprising - I associated such an intimate act as something to be shared between two persons with actual feelings for each other, but after everything Jake had done to my body, I couldn’t very well feel shy about him pressing his lips against mine. “Because I need to have you again.”

I gasped when I felt his hands yank my ankles so I was on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling from it. “W-Wait,” I asked as his hands kept me spread open for his gaze. I wanted to cover myself in an effort to hide from precisely that, especially since I could feel his spent threatening to fall from me, drip onto the hardwood floors beneath us. “What about Tom?”

Jake snickered, eyes still fixated on the apex of my thighs, before finally raising them to meet mine. “He’s right there,” he informed me, nodding towards the other side of the room, where there were a couple of lounge chairs by the wall.

Craning my neck to look behind, I found my boyfriend sat in one of them, chewing on his bottom lip nervously as he took in the image of me being slowly spread open by his best friend. I took notice of how his cock strained against his pants and how once Jake was fully in, Tom leaned his whole body towards us, like he wanted to be as close as possible to the action.

Jake climbed onto the bed, adjusting me so I’d be underneath his warm body and started moving. My head swirled with the overwhelming emotions and sensations coursing through my body. While the man on top of me - and inside of me - worshiped every inch of my skin with his tongue and beautiful lips, the man I loved - the man staring at us from a distance - seemed to be stuck between pain and pleasure, desperate to keep watching and pause the scene at the same time.

“Tell him,” Jake panted in my ear, calling out for my attention. I already knew he was a sucker for it, already knew he didn’t like me to focus on anything else than him and the way his cock made me feel as it dragged along my walls.

What I didn’t know, however, was what he wanted me to say. I was fucked out and sensitive, yet still taken to the edge of desire. I couldn’t think, only feel. The only thing I truly wanted at that second was to keep climbing higher and higher until I had met bliss once more, and I knew I’d never get there if Jake stopped moving because he was unsatisfied with my answer.

Thankfully, he seemed to be in a giving mood. His nose rubbed against my throat as he kept pounding me, his words pressed against my skin, “Tell him what you tell me when we’re alone.”

I froze. Not even he would be that cruel, would he? But… maybe Tom would like it? I really couldn’t think. And in the silence that followed, I knew Jake’s mean dominant demeanor would grow to fill it, even before his dark chuckle resonated across the room.

“Don’t be shy,” he mocked, gripping my cheeks and shaking me still somewhat gently (for what I was expecting of him). “Tell him how you beg for my cock like a fucking whore.” And still, I remained silent. Well, that wasn’t accurate at all, actually. Moans and whimpers flowed freely out of my lips, taking over the words Jake longed to hear so badly.

“Fine,” he relented. “Perhaps you need to be closer to your beloved.” I didn’t understand what he meant until his cock left me, making me whine like a wounded beast. His chuckle didn’t sound mocking this time, but the entire situation made it seem like that to me.

“C’mon,” he smacked my ass as I finally made my way out of bed, utterly confused about what he meant until he took me by the arm and dragged me all the way across the room, until I was standing just before my boyfriend. “Let me teach him how to really please you.”

A shiver went down my spine as I realized what was his plan all along. I gasped when I felt his hand pushing down on my lower back, making me fall over the arm of the chair where Tom was resting.

Before I could even adjust myself, Jake resumed his thrusts, even more punishing and quick than before. All the while, my boyfriend was just there, staring at me with wide eyes, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing - even though it was something he himself had told me that he wanted.

A hand covered the one with which I held the chair, and I looked up to meet Tom’s soft brown ones. He smiled - it was a small, tentative smile. A smile that seemed to say, ‘this is a bit too much, but I’m okay. Are you okay?’

How could I tell him that I was beyond that? Would that be crossing a line? All I knew was that Jake’s cock was filling my abused pussy perfectly, hitting that spot deep inside of me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head, and that was all I could focus on.

Until my hands were captured and pulled behind my back, forcing me to separate from Tom once more. Tom looked confused, but I knew what this was. I already knew Jake was possessive, he hadn’t even tried to hide it, but I think until that second, I had allowed myself to believe that at least in front of my actual boyfriend he’d relent.

I was wrong. Instead, Jake sat down on the bed once more, spearing me open with his cock, forcing my legs to stay spread for Tom’s view. It was so fucking deep, much deeper than I was used to. The pleasure and sensitivity from my previous orgasms became too much.

Tears started streaming down my face, and upon seeing that, Tom’s voice resonated in our bedroom. “Jake, stop.” He’d never seen me cry for anything other than sadness and pain, but this was something more.

This was bliss. And Jake knew it, so he let Tom’s pleas go unanswered, his big hands forcing my hips to keep riding him as he mocked. “Oh, tell him, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop?”

But I couldn’t speak. All that left me were loud whines - whines that apparently terrified Tom because he insisted, now looking at me, “please tell him to stop, please.” Jake’s fingers found my clit, making me shudder in his arms.

The moment felt too real, too heavy. I didn’t know what Tom was referring to anymore. Did he want Jake to stop fucking me because he thought I was hurting, or was he the one hurting from seeing me getting fucked by his best friend?

He didn’t say, so all I could do was answer the question Jake had made. I managed to spit out a “N-no,” shocking Tom, his wide eyes making his surprise clear. Behind me, Jake just laughed.

“That’s right, tell him how happy you are. Tell him how needy you are for my cock.” I was so fucking sensitive, but I was relishing in it. I was not used to having such long sex sessions. My nights with Tom were always satisfying, but they were short - and I think that was something he was thinking about too, as he watched me fuck myself on Jake.

“She becomes such a whore when I’m near,” Jake informed my boyfriend. “Well, I guess you’re seeing it now.” Just then, he covered my throat with one of his hands, squeezing a bit, not enough to fully choke me, but enough to make it hard to breathe and have my pussy clamping down on him.

Jake’s P.O.V.

“Oh, fuck,” she cursed, making me grin behind her shoulders. “Oh, Jake…” My eyes were focused on Tom’s, making sure he was taking in the entire scene, the way she was the one who was really controlling it, fucking herself on me while I just held her up. The slip of my name from her lips embarrassed her though, so she move her hands over her eyes, much to my displeasure.

“No, don’t cover your face,” I ordered, taking her wrists and pulling them behind her back. “Let him see you. Let him see how well you take me.” Her pussy clenched around me once more, undeniably showing just how aroused she was at her boyfriend watching her giving herself to another man.

It had me moaning, fingers burying deeper in her supple skin, my hunger for her insatiable. “Yeah, you made a mistake letting me into your girlfriend’s pussy, pal.” I didn’t even look at Tom anymore, eyes too transfixed at the way her ass shook each time her hips met mine. “Now that I know what she feels like, I’m never gonna stop fucking her.”

He knew I meant it. I didn’t have to look at him to feel the fear rolling off of him in waves, egging me on. And it was all the more powerful because now that he had seen what she looked like succumbing to my desire, he would forever be scared that she would give in to me.

He could see the effect I had on her just as well as I could feel it. The juices running down her thighs, the gasps of pleasure, the way her fingers scratched on my arm that held her by the throat.

It was very clear that she liked this. And knowing that only left me more insatiable. “I’m done desiring her from a distance, wishing I was buried in this delicious cunt,” I warned my friend, not knowing if he’d believe me or attribute this entire confession as part of the scene. Either way was good enough for me. “I have her now and I’m never letting her go.”

Raising my gaze to meet his, I made sure he was looking at me as I pronounced my final words. “I’m making your girlfriend my fucking bitch. My cum is all she’ll ever know.”

#my fics #jake gyllenhaal smut #smut #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal reader #jake gyllenhaal reader insert #jake gyllenhaal reader inserts #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #rpf #jake gyllenhaal oneshot

[zealous-whispers-of-us-redux]

homecoming

(A/N: I tweaked an old, unposted [on this blog] fic of mine for @multi-stann and her 1k writing event. I picked the smut prompt: "Love the taste of you, but I need more.”) :)

Warning: demon sex and desecration in/of a church. Please don't read if that offends you!!

SMUT AHEAD

Intoxicating dreams. The feeling of her mouth around his cock. His teeth sinking into her plush bottom lip. Heat racketing up his spine until all he knew was her. Wrapping a hand around her neck and feeding on her pleasure as he fucked her. Taking anything and everything she would offer him. He missed her. He missed her.

He...

Bucky jolted awake in the confession booth. Sweat dripped down his face, and he could still feel the flames of Hell licking his skin. He was hard in his slacks. Crossing himself absently, Bucky muttered a few prayers under his breath because this was happening again. He knew what it all meant. He has been away for centuries, but his past was finally catching up to him. The more vivid the dreams, the closer she was to finding Bucky. And the closer she was to finding Bucky, the more his true nature rose within him as his body fought against the angels' invisible chains. Bucky was hungrier than he had been in a long time, but the runes on his skin made him unable to leave the church, let alone go out and feed.

He checked his watch, and as he expected, it read 3:17 a.m. Bucky's heart thumped excitedly in his chest. He knew that she knew where he was. Finally, she had found him, and she would rescue him from this hell. He opened the door to the confessional just as she blew into the church, stalking nearer and nearer until Bucky could take her in for the first time in years. She looked just as beautiful as he remembered- wild and passionate with eyes that glowed from within. With each step she took, the floor cracked underneath her feet. Crucifixes clattered to the ground, and the stained-glass window shattered, raining colored glass down onto both of them. The statue of the Virgin Mary cried, and she grinned.

"There you are," she said, and Bucky could not take his eyes off of her.

"You found me," he croaked in the language he never forgot, no matter how many beatings he took.

"You’ve been calling out to me for ages, but your jailers kept you well-hidden. Even my father couldn't see you."

"They summoned me," said Bucky bitterly. "They summoned me, an' they stole me as a barginin' chip."

"If they think they can stop this, they're wrong. It is only the beginning. My father has gathered his troops. I asked him to wait until I found you. Lord Belial wasn't happy with me, but I came for you anyway. "

Bucky squirmed at the innuendo, his gaze dropping to her mouth. His stomach rumbled, and she must have heard it because she smiled. He reached out for her, and she threw herself into his arms. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, breathing her in.

“You do remember me, don't you?” she asked, sounding vulnerable in a way he would never expect.

“How could I ever forget my baby?" Bucky asked.

"How come you haven't left this church if you remember me?"

"The runes." He gestured to the symbols carved into his skin. "I can't leave."

"You can leave if the angels who created the runes are dead."

"What did you do?"

"They gambled away their vessels, and I burnt them to a crisp," she said, baring her teeth. "It was a fitting punishment, Father said. If they thought they could take away what is mine, they were wrong if they thought they could hurt you without retribution. They deserve worse than what I gave them."

"You-"

"You're free, Bucky," she said firmly, placing her hands against his cheeks. "What will you do now?"

Bucky kissed her, and it was like slipping a key into a lock. He had forgotten almost everything about his old life, except for her, but she saved him and was now giving everything back. He vividly remembered Hell again, remembered how it was not as dreadful as the angels brainwashed him into believing it was. It was his home. It was hellhounds and halls of crystals glittering in the low lamplight. It was decadent food that demons didn't need but ate anyway. It was her naked in his bed, waiting for him to return from corrupting souls on Earth. It was sex all the time, whenever Bucky wanted. She was as insatiable as he was.

“Welcome back,” she said.

“It's been so long,” Bucky replied, pawing at her greedily. “I need ya right the fuck now. I'm starvin.'”

“Remember when we fucked in that church in Romania? Right under the statue of their precious Mary?” she asked.

“Hell, I’ve missed you."

As they kissed again, Bucky felt her heating up under his hands until tendrils of flame erupted from her skin. She pulled back, and Bucky saw her eyes alight with hellfire. He gathered her closer with a groan, knowing he would never get burned. She kissed him again, clawing at his hair as she swung herself into his lap. The confession booth swayed dangerously, but both ignored it. Bucky sunk his teeth in her bottom lip, and she snarled, scraping her nails over his scalp in retaliation. They pulled apart to blink at one another, then she dove to take off Bucky's shirt. Her fingers burned his skin so good, leaving red streaks that would fade quickly. Bucky could feel it crawling under his skin again, the hunger for sex that he hadn’t felt in ages. He wanted; he wanted to feed off of her pleasure and make her scream.

“I see those pretty black eyes,” she said, drawing Bucky’s gaze from her bare chest. “I knew they wouldn’t succeed.”

“Missed you,” Bucky growled, sucking her jaw so fiercely that he drew blood, “Take yer panties off for me.”

“Ask me nicely.”

She dug her nails into his pecs- a warning. Bucky rolled his eyes as he carried her out of the confessional and into a booth.

“Please take off yer panties. Sweetheart,” he said.

“Okay, darling, whatever you say," she replied.

“Disgusting. Don't ever call me that again. An' take your fuckin' panties off, huh?"

“You're such a dick."

"Hey, leave me alone! It's been two hundred years."

She shoved Bucky’s shoulder, trying to push him off of her enough so that she could wiggle out of her bottoms. Bucky ignored her unspoken command. He grabbed her wrists and slammed her arms over her head.

“Keep ‘em there," he said.

“How am I expected to take my underwear off? Think things through, will you?” she said.

“Yer bein’ unusually bratty today.” Bucky wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. “Ain’t had anyone put you in yer place for a while, I guess.”

“Oh, please. My father is one of the seven kings of Hell. If anything, you should submit to me. I remember how much you liked it when I made you beg at my feet like a hound."

“It's been decades since I’ve had ya underneath me. Now that I have ya, I ain’t just gonna give that up so willingly. Stop bein’ a brat."

“For Baal's sake, just do something instead of talking about it."

“No swearin’, we’re in church,” Bucky said. “An’ keep yer arms above yer head. No touchin.’”

“For fuck’s sake.”

“An’ shut that mouth a’ yours too. You don’t want me to gag ya, do you?”

"Who the fuck has been going around and telling lies saying I wouldn't like that?" she asked with a smile.

Bucky softened. He knew he was probably looking at her like a dumbass, but she was so beautiful and here for the first time in a long time. Bucky wouldn't want his first feeding session in centuries to be with anyone else. If a beast like him could love, he was sure he would love her.

"Missed you," Bucky said softly, tucking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and stuffing them in her mouth. "So much."

"Missed you too," she mumbled.

"Did you make 'em suffer?"

"You know I did. They hurt you."

She said everything he needed to know in just seven words. His hunger overwhelmed him, and Bucky blacked out until all he could see was her. Flames tickled him as Bucky leaned down to kiss a fiery trail down her stomach. She growled at him in an ancient tongue, and the foundations of the church shook at her words. The statue of Mary cracked in two the louder her words got, but Bucky ignored it, not content on just eating her out- he wanted her screaming. But she was a hard one to please. Bucky could rarely get her to scream when he ate her out, no matter the amount of coaxing he tried.

"Love the taste of you, but I need more," he said, his tongue flicking over her clit. "We still gotta topple that statue."

"Come up here and fuck me. It's been so long."

Bucky left the plush comfort of her thighs and made his way up her body, pressing kisses along the way.

"I know it has, babe," he said, kissing her forehead in a display of comfort that they were both unaccustomed to. "But I’m here now, an’ nothin’ can pull me away from ya again, you hear me?”

"I'll kill anyone who tries," she said.

Bucky grinned sharply. "That's my girl."

"Not yours," she countered.

"No?"

He reached down and drew her legs up around his waist. She locked her ankles together, holding him there so tight he could not move, not even to get inside her. He growled, trying to break free.

"I'm not yours," she repeated.

"If you fuckin' think for one second you ain't mine, you're wrong."

"I'm a fucking demon. No one owns me."

"Never said 'owns.' I said mine. Now, you gonna lemme fuck you or not?"

"No. How is it different?"

Bucky groaned, dropping his head onto her chest. He pressed a few kisses at her breast, bit her nipple.

"C'mon, gimme a break. I'm starvin.'"

"No, not until you tell me."

"Fuck's sake. You're mine, an' I'm yours, okay? An' I don't wanna feed on anyone else, ever again. You're enough for me."

"Okay."

"You don't have to reciprocate."

"I put a war on hold, and I killed three angels to find you," she said flatly.

"Yeah," Bucky said, his vessel's heart fluttering. "You did."

She loosened her grip on Bucky, allowing him to slip inside her for the first time. His body shuddered in delight at feeling her again. He could taste her pleasure in the air, and his tongue flicked out to gather it from her lips as they kissed. Bucky knew he wasn't going to last long, but he would be (more) damned if he finished before she did.

"Come on, move," she said, her nails pricking his back.

The pace Bucky chose was brutal, and she moaned, arching her back. He remembered now the way she’d never utter more than a moan. No matter the amount of coaxing, Bucky could never make her scream. She had passed out from him fucking and feeding on her a few times, but even then, all he managed to get were a few calls of his name. It kept him desperate to please her even though she was the one feeding him.

"Go faster," she sighed, her head tipped back enough so that Bucky could get at her neck with his teeth.

"I gotcha, babe. Wan' my hand?"

"Yes, please."

Naturally, Bucky obliged. He wrapped one of his big hands around her neck, squeezing gently and then harder. Her mouth fell open against his as he fucked her, and they stayed like that, panting into each other's mouths. And Bucky wanted so much for someone to burst in and see them like this, see him fucking her into the ground and feeding off her desire.

He pulled out of her when he got an idea. She speared him with a glare, but he calmed her down, urging her to get to her hands and knees. Bucky smacked her ass, and she muffled a cry into her forearms. The flames on her skin burned hotter and hotter the more Bucky spanked her until sweat was pouring down his chest. He gathered her hair up in his hand and dragged her up from the floor, curling a possessive hand around her throat. Flames licked his skin wherever her body was pressed to his. Bucky could feel it rising within her, and he gasped at the taste of it after so long without. It was the best drug in the world.

"C'mon, rub your clit for me, and scream when you come. You know it makes it taste better," he demanded.

"Make it worth my while, and I will."

"You wan' it? I'll give it to you," Bucky said, squeezing her neck until she was gasping. "Now, come for me. Gimme it."

It only took a couple more sweeps of her fingers over her clit and a quick kiss from Bucky for her to come. He kissed her to muffle her screams, drinking her down, thirsty for everything she could give him. He continued fucking her through her orgasm, his eager pants ringing around the church.

"Again, again, gimme one more. So hungry, babe, you taste so good," Bucky panted.

It didn't take long for her to come again, and Bucky fed on her, moaning as he felt her slipping down his throat. He licked his lips and pushed himself entirely inside her, holding still until she triggered his own orgasm.

"That's a good girl," Bucky cooed, kissing her to get the last of her orgasm.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked, looking upside down at him.

He snuggled closer. "Yeah."

"Are you pulling out or what?"

"Nah, wanna stay here for a minute or two. Missed this. So happy y'found me. You saved me."

"I always will," she said, scowling.

Bucky laughed, burying his face into her hair.

"How's Hell, anyway?"

"It's good. Will you come back with me?"

"I'll go anywhere you want me to."

"We'll get those runes off your skin."

"'Kay, but later. I'm still ravenous," said Bucky.

She grinned, all sharp teeth and fire in her eyes.

"Come on, then. Let's go to a real bed."

"Lead the way," said Bucky, flipping the bird toward the Mary statue that lay shattered on the ground.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #demon au #incubus!bucky #demon!reader #smut #angst #maybe?? #multi-stann’s 1k writing event

[xsamsharons]

come here often? - n. lantsov

pairing: nikolai lantsov x healer!reader.

genre/warning: fluff. mentions of injuries.

words: 1.6k

summary: in which nikolai and you aren't really close, until he falls on his face and you fall in love.

It was a rather slow night considering you were working as the main healer aboard a ship that had the prince of Ravka as its captain and also counted the three leaders of the grisha triumvirate as part of the crew. Night after night, people would come in though the makeshift hospital David had built into your room for you, injured by the weirdest things you would ever imagine, and go back out to no doubt keep endangering their lives on behalf of their country. Now, you were not saying that fighting for your country was an dishonorable thing to do, the opposite actually, but for the life of you, you just couldn’t seem to understand how someone could possibly willingly jump off a ship and into an ocean filled with monsters and mythical creatures, and not expect any injuries.

Speaking of, as of right now you found yourself attending the injuries of none other but the captain himself, he looked like he hadn’t slept in ages, and reeked of sea water and sweat. The first time you had met him you had been extremely nervous about actually using your powers on him, after all, you didn’t wanna be known as the healer who had permanently injured the future king. That day you had learned that Nikolai became pretty delirious every time he was suffering from physical pain given as he had had a broken nose and damaged rib, but he had claimed that ‘the other guy had it worse’. This would’ve be a normal enough to say, except in this case, the ‘other guy’ was an ancient mythical being that has been believed to only exist in Ravkan’s passed down stories. Ever since then, he has been ending up in your room almost every night, and with your unfortunate luck, he always seemed to arrive right in your shifts.

His face was framed by messy strands that had fallen from his red tailored hair, and on his chest were displayed a couple of gold necklaces that matched the buttons of his red coat. He had been talking to you and distracting you from your work ever since he arrived, and to make matters worse, he had to rest on one of the beds in your room all night just in case the fall he had taken on his face somehow caused more damage than you had originally thought.

“So, you come here often?” he asked with a crooked smirk and wandering eyes.

“You mean my room? Where I work?” you answered, rolling your eyes when he nodded his head and raised his eyebrows, implying it was a totally logical question. “Yes, I come here often. Not as often as you it would seem. Quite prone to hurting yourself, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I just like to visit my favorite healer.”

Ah yes, the flirting. It seemed it wasn’t enough for him to already bother you with his presence, but he also made it his mission to flirt with you as much as possible during his stay.

“Firstly, I’m the only specialized healer you know, so that line isn’t as smooth as you think it is.” you started, continuing to work on his nose. “Secondly, I would appreciate it if you could keep your advances to the minimum. We don’t want you to damage your brain trying to come up with more pick up lines, seeing as it requires a lot of effort for you to even get coherent sentences out.” you said sarcastically and watched his smirk grow.

“What is it going to take for you to finally admit you actually really like me?” he asked, and for the life of you, you could not understand how he’d come to that conclusion when all you’ve ever done is turn him down. Nonetheless, you figured you’d follow his game. If you were going to spend your whole night by his side, you could use some fun.

“Well, for one, I have never seen you not beaten up, or showered for that matter, so that would be a great start.” you said, tailoring his nose to look like Sturmhond’s crooked one after you finished tending to it.

“It’s not my fault I always end up here in the nights when we get ambushed.” he said in a voice that could almost be considered as a whine, and you found yourself smiling at how cute he sounded when he wasn’t being an asshole. Still, you furrowed your brows in response to something he’d hinted at.

“Ambushed? What, like by other crews?” you asked and he nodded. “So, you tailor yourself to not get ambushed for being a royal, but we still are ambushed even when you look like Sturmhond? What’s the point then?”

“It may be kind of useless now that everyone in Ravka knows us, but I like pretending to be someone else sometimes.” he shrugged, a look that you’d never seen on his face appearing. “It’s stupid, i know” he snorted, trying to shake off the weight of his sentence after you remained quiet for a few seconds.

“It’s not stupid.” you were quick to deny. “I get it, believe me. Growing up as a grisha in Fjerda, I wished every night before bed to have the ability to simply be reborn as someone else.” you admitted, missing the shocked look on his face.

“You are Fjerdan?” he asked.

“What? That’s not in my file?” you answered with a question of your own and he rolled his green eyes.

After you accused him of violating your privacy for reading your file and he defensively said that it was his job to know his crew, you spent a few minutes teaching him Fjerdan words and took advantage of the little knowledge he had about your native language by making fun of his tailored face, knowing he couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“So, how come you praise yourself so much about your aim but seem to get beaten up every night?” you asked.

“Hey! I am actually an incredible shot, thank you very much.” he replied, offense clear on his voice, making you snort.

“Can’t be any good if the only times I ever see you is when you are injured.” you said sarcastically, and he made a face that seemed a bit dramatic in your opinion.

“Not my fault you are trapped between these four walls every night.” he replied, and now it was your turn to act defensively.

“Excuse you! I have a life outside of the hospital.” you said in a light tone, to let him know you weren’t truly offended.

“People who have lives don’t need to remind other people that they do.”

“People who are great in battle don’t need to remind other people that they are.”

“Touché.” he said with a smirk.

You spent the next couple of hours talking to Nikolai about random topics, him not failing to deliver a pick up line from time to time, and the night was slowly but surely starting to slip out of your hands. Right now, you were back to him being the topic of conversation after you had ranted for a couple of minutes about how hard it was to have to grow up in Fjerda hiding who you were. As you teased him telling him he had to settle for captain of a ship because he wasn’t a good enough royal (a claim he denied thoroughly), he looked like he wanted to say something else, before Genya entered the room with a smirk on her face.

“If you two lovebirds are done flirting, you are needed up on the main deck. Sparring session gone wrong - again.” she informed you, rolling her eyes at the usual recklessness of the crew.

“Yes, ma’am.” you saluted sarcastically, before turning back around to face Nikolai again and check his injuries one more time.

“You should actually stay upstairs with us sometime, that way I can prove to you that I'm actually good.” he suggested once Genya was out of the room again. “Plus, the day should be sunny today so we’ll probably spar a lot.”

“You’ve flirted with me every night you’ve been here and the answer’s always been the same, what makes you think tonight is going to be different?”

“Oh, come on. I promise I'll shower and I will try to not get punched in the face. That way you get to see me showered and not injured, it’s a package deal you can’t just ignore.” he pleaded, in reference to your words from earlier.

“All right, maybe I'll stay upstairs after I finish fixing the crew up, and if I catch sight of a certain arrogant royal I know, I might stick around to watch a sparring session or two.” you gave in with a smirk, leading him to the door so he could leave you alone to fix your room up a bit before you went upstairs.

“I’ll see you when I see you then.” he said while bowing his invisible pirate hat, and walked away with a wink.

He left you standing at your desk watching as, just like every other night, he slipped past your door and out onto the main deck again. You watched as he caught up with Genya and said something to her with a smirk, though you couldn’t quite catch the words the spoke, and turned back around to tidy up your room with a stupid smile on your face.

bonus:

“Did it work?” Genya asked him with raised eyebrows and a smile, her question in reference to the plan they had come up with to get Nikolai to spend more time with you. It consisted of Genya tailoring his face to look like he had fallen on his face and busted his nose open.

“Like a charm.” Nikolai nodded, a smile similar to the one you were wearing back in your room appearing on his face.

a/n: making fun of sturmhond's nose is a personality trait and it's mine (and alina's)

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov imagine #nikolai lantsov fic #nikolai lantsov fanfic #sturmhond #nikolai #x reader #imagine #fic #fanfic #shadow and bone #grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #nikolai duology #rule of wolves #king of scars #siege and storm #ruin and rising

[lokislittlesigyn]

Luck of the Dice - Loki x Reader [Oneshot]

Part 1 of Sigyn’s Angst-to-Fluff Drabbles

Inspired by Cozy’s Fluff-to-Angst Fun and Games!

Pairing: Platonic!Loki / gender neutral reader

Warnings: None. Except maybe some pillow fighting? Nobody gets hurt.

Author’s Note: This is probably very silly and underwhelming, but I hope it’s still enjoyable. Wanted to try writing something not-specifically-romantic. Romance is great! But you know what? Friendship is great too. <3

@lucywrites02:

A prompt for you 💔

"I lost everything and you're laughing!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It really shouldn’t have gone this far. 

Then again, when you and the god of mischief were left alone in the Avengers Compound for a weekend, what could anyone expect? After all, you and Loki were close friends. Or, as close as anyone could be with the god of mischief. He had a calm and collected demeanor, usually keeping to himself. Far from the alien god-king hellbent on destruction you’d been led to expect.

No, Loki was different. And, with most people, distant. He rarely (if ever) showed his more sensitive side to anyone - except, perhaps, for you.

So, on this weekend when most of the team was out on small missions, and Tony had gone with Pepper for a press conference on the other side of the country, you and Loki were left to your own devices. You’d spent the day alone for the most part, but eventually your friend found you, and though he didn’t say it, you could tell he was lonely. 

You decided a proper hangout session was in order. 

Eventually the ordered-in pizza was long since eaten, and a ridiculous romantic comedy you’d turned on just to hear Loki’s groans of frustration with the plot, long since watched. The two of you chatted for hours, until you suggested playing a game. Loki seemed intrigued, and agreed to play along - but not before declaring he would absolutely win. You responded with a playful scoff and “I’d like to see you try.”

Now you both sat on the floor in the main common area of the compound. Distant drones of the television, the volume of which was reduced to a whisper, sounded in the background. You sat cross-legged in your favorite pajamas, a blanket around your shoulders. Loki, clad in long, soft sweatpants and a dark green shirt you gifted him at last year’s holiday party, was settled across from you. He sipped tea from a mug - which Thor had given him at that same party. He never seemed to use it when Thor was around, but you knew it was his favorite. He was sentimental. You liked that about him.

You’d already explained the game’s rules, going through the ins and outs and technicalities, and giving him the chance to ask any questions. Although he hadn’t attended many Avengers “teamwork building” game nights, he must’ve been listening, because he caught on to the game exceptionally fast.

It all went downhill from there, however.

Okay, maybe introducing the god of mischief to Monopoly wasn’t your best idea -

But it wasn’t your worst idea either, and you’d stand by that.

Besides, most of the games at the compound were strictly for groups, and the others, far too risky. You were not about to open the Pandora’s box that was playing Uno with the god of mischief. 

The two of you played had already racked up properties and utilities. But the moment Loki’s top hat playing piece hit St. James’ Place, your heart sank. He’d completed another set.

“I believe that’s mine.” Loki motioned to the property card and smiled, handing over the appropriate play-money. 

You traded it for the card, grumbling slightly under your breath.

“What was that, my friend?” Loki snapped the card next to his three and a half complete property sets, along with his railroads… This just wasn’t fair.

“Nothing…” You huffed. But you still had a chance. You had Boardwalk and Park Place.

He had no idea what was coming.

“...Just thinking of how you’re going down.” You smiled.

Loki scoffed. “Oh, I’m quaking in my boots.”

The game continued. You built a few hotels, and felt much better about your prospects… Until Loki got hotels too. 

It’s fine! If he lands on those, you glanced at your completed red and pink property sets, along with your prized deep blues, He’s toast. I just need to make it past the orange…

You looked at the board. Gulped. 

Your poor little dog piece stood at the precipice of certain doom. Currently situated on the Electric Company, your own property, you had to roll just the right number to dodge Loki’s looming hotels. He really was ruthless.

“Any day now.” Loki smirked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I was just thinking.” You shook the dice in your hands.

“Thinking?”

“Yeah. I do that sometimes.”

“Surprising.”

You glared at him, then rolled the dice, moving your piece to - New York Avenue.

Oh, no.

Loki held out an expectant hand. You grumbled, handing him a stack of money from your hand. You were dreadfully low on cash - maybe investing in all that property wasn’t the best strategy… But how else were you supposed to win? You had to win. If the team found Loki had beat you at any game, they’d never let you live it down. 

Loki rolled next, of course dodging your properties perfectly. Your next turn landed you on another one of Loki’s properties, and you forked over the necessary money with a grimace.

Loki merely chuckled, his fingers shuffling through the stack of paper to make sure everything was in order before filing them onto the plump stacks of fake bills before him. Then he rolled - dodging your properties again. You groaned out loud.

“Something wrong?” He smiled.

“No way you’re rolling so well.”

With a shrug, Loki sat back, watching you roll. “Luck of the dice, I suppose.”

“Some luck!” You rolled.

Pennsylvania Avenue.

Your fate was sealed.

Loki had bought the green properties first - of course he had - setting them up handsomely with full upgrades. You looked at the god across from you, and recognized in an instant how intensely frustrating his smug looks could be. His shoulders shook, his knuckles placed in front of his mouth.

Wait...

“You’re laughing?!” You exclaimed.

Loki chuckled, only half trying to hide it as he raised his hands in mock surprise. “Me? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” he scoffed, but it was choppy with laughter.

“You are! You’re laughing!” Your face heated up. “I lost everything and you’re laughing!” You grabbed a nearby pillow, swinging it at him. He blocked it with his arm, shooting you a devilish grin.

“Oh, come on. What did you expect? I never lose!”

“Oh? Really? You never lose?”

“Never.” Loki smirked. You glared daggers at him, never relenting with your squishy weapon, though each blow was deflected by his arm “Woah- Hey. You’re awfully violent,” Loki chuckled, “Need to sit down?”

“Shut up!”

“Perhaps a rematch?”

“Not in this lifetime!” You laughed, chucking the pillow at him and returning to your previous spot. He grabbed it, snorting with indignance.

“Attacking me will get you nowhere, you know.” Loki held the pillow aloft, flashing you a smirk. “But then again, the first stage of grief is denial, eventually leading to acceptance-”

The next pillow you tossed hit Loki square in the face. Even he laughed, though not before tossing it back at you and hitting you in the chest - you chuckled, holding it to yourself.

“Now that I’ve demolished you in that silly game, why don’t we settle down?” Loki stretched, wiping his loose black curls back from his face. “It’s late.”

You checked the time - woah, when did it get that late? “Ah, yeah, you’re right. And you get cranky when you don’t sleep, so.” You stood, stifling a yawn.

“I beg your pardon?” Loki was standing across from you, his brow furrowed.

“What? You’re always grumpy after a bad night’s sleep. You are.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he snorted through his nose, though you noticed a twinge of humor in his expression. “You’re the one who’s grouchy in the mornings. Absolutely unbearable.”

“Oh, hush.”

Loki chuckled, settling onto the opposite couch. 

As you snuggled onto the couch underneath your blanket, you swore to yourself you’d never play against the god of mischief again. Then again, seeing him laugh and smile so genuinely almost balanced out the annoyance of losing… Maybe you could be partners in the next team game. You had a good chance of convincing him to join, after all. He seemed to trust you.

You looked over at him. Yes, Loki must’ve trusted you, because he was already asleep on the other couch with a serene expression. He looked so calm, so… Happy. You smiled to yourself.

Maybe losing was worth it after all.

#oops! all fluff #loki x reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x reader platonic #loki x reader fluff #angst to fluff drabbles

[julieandthe-stan-toms]

You Shook Me All Night Long | Luke Patterson x OC

Request: No, I literally just thought of this and decided to give writing something on here a try

Word Count: 3705 words

Summary: Caleb Covington’s daughter sees something she wants and goes after it

Warnings: heavy make out session, almost handjob, cursing, possibly horrible writing

A/N: This is literally my first time writing anything for tumblr. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. If you think this is good and want a part 2 let me know.

I watched from the side of the stage as Willie came walking down the staircase with three new delicious-looking ghosts. He paused and spoke to them for a moment before sliding down the railing with a laugh. He gestured to the ballroom in front of them as the guys all looked around the room in amazement.

“Your father wants to know if you’re ready for showtime,” One of the twins said to me with her hands on her hips.

“You are not the one to be asking me if I’m ready for the show, Rosie, when you don’t even have your wig on your head yet,” I told the dark brunette, not taking my eyes off of the boys.

Rose huffed at me in annoyance before leaving my side to return to her sister and inform my father that I was ready.

I watched one of the waiters escort Willie and the three boys to a table front and center of the stage and smirked at the thought of giving all of them a show.

“Ladies and gentlemen, back from the dead by popular demand, please welcome Caleb Covington,” the voice announced over the speakers.

Applause echoed through the ballroom and I laughed at Willie’s cheering from the front of the audience. I watched as dad poofed in, floating above the stage and looking over the audience with his award-winning smile.

“Did you miss me,” He called out to the crowd, calling all of them to cheer. “I did too!” I rolled my eyes as the crowd laughed at his statement before he continued speaking. “Welcome… to the party of your dreams!” Everyone cheered once again and dad began floating closer to the boys as he started his monologue. “From the Egyptians to the Druids, to the person sitting next to you, we’ve all wondered, “where do we go when that final light is snuffed out?” Allow me to show you.”

Dad began singing and I prepared myself for my queue to join the show, as did the twins behind me.

Let me introduce myself 

We got some time to kill

Consider me the pearly gates

To your new favorite thrills

We could go make history

Or you could rest in peace

But here there ain’t no misery

‘Cause on the other side we live like kings

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

Let your body loose, Let your body loose

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

Show you a thing or two ‘cause you ain’t seen nothing

The twins appeared along with the band as dad continued singing. I waited for the twins to get close to dad and put their feather fans up behind him before appearing behind them. The two of them moved their fans with a spin and I poofed in. My dad moved to the side and gestured to me, causing the usual people to cheer for me with glee. Dad grabbed my hand and spun me before dipping me. He then brought me back up and helped me walk down the stairs towards the boys in the front. 

I split off from him to grab his cane from the side as the waiters danced around him and showed the boys the food from the club. 

Everything has got a price but happiness is free

Just so happens you’re in luck we got a vacancy

I walked up to the side of him with his cane and tossed it to him. I then walked up to Willie’s table and took the décor off the top of it swiftly before walking away. I watched as dad grabbed the tablecloth of the table and lifted it, causing a dancer to appear on the boys table.

We can set the night on fire and break out of the scene

Your soul print on the walk of fame

On the boulevard of your wildest dreams

What you gonna do? What you gonna do, boys?

Let you body loose let you body loose

What you gonna do? What you gonna do, boys?

It ain’t bragging if it’s true

Now, you ain’t seen nothing

More dancers appeared on top of the tables after the waiters took the table cloths off the top of them. I walked back to the very front of the group and smirked at the three boys as I danced with the rest of the dancers. I quickly made my way up to the stairs where my father is at and took his cane from him. I waited for him to poof up to the top of the stage again before tossing the cane back towards him.

The rain don’t blind the rising souls

They got too much to see

I got your glamour, got your gold

Got all you’ll ever need

Let me hear you now

I then joined up on the pedestal he was standing on and clapped and sang with the rest of the dancers as dad continued singing. Dad made his way off the pedestal and helped me down before we started our way down the stairs again. 

Yeah, I said, watch me make a move watch me make a move, boys

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

I said, watch me make a move

No, I don’t disappoint

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

Amen!

Watch me make a move I’m your number one choice

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

Dad and I stood in front of the group and danced as the boys looked at us in amazement.

Watch me make a move

Come on, now give me that noise

A tomb with a view

Ain’t it something

Dad said, pointing up to the ceiling where trapeze artists began to dangle on rings. I watched as the boy in the leather jacket began to rise from his seat before the boy in the denim jacket grabbed him and pulled him back into his seat. Dad then grabbed my hand and began walking me through the dancers back to the stage as we sand the chorus of the song. We stood in the middle of it and the twins came over to us with a black sheet. They laid it down and began lifting it up in front of the two of us.

Ain’t it the best?

Long live the dead

“Bye-bye,” The twins giggled out as dad and I poofed out then dropped the sheet back to the ground.

I smiled with satisfaction as the crowd cheered for us loudly. I looked out at them from the wings of the stage, especially the three boys and watched as Willie talked to them.

“Darling, go mingle while I handle some business, will you,” Dad told me as his assistant helped him remove his jacket.

I turned and smiled at him before nodding and making my way out from backstage. I started making a b-line to my desired table as soon as I was in view of it.

"Willie," I yelled out with a giant grin, waving at the adorable skater.

"Charlotte, hey," Willie greeted me with a grin that was bigger than mine.

The young ghost stood up from his table and pulled me into a hug warmer than any of the ones I've ever accepted from my father. I pulled away from him and straightened out his suit jacket as he turned back to the three other boys sitting at his table.

"Charlotte, this is Alex, Luke, and Reggie," he pointed to all three boys.

Alex waved at me with a giant grin on his face while Reggie stared at me in awe and Luke looked completely speechless and wide-eyed.

"Guys, this is-"

"Charlotte Covington, it's a pleasure," I cut Willie off as I grinned at the three boys seductively. "I've gotta say, I wouldn't mind having myself a little taste of each of you. Although I must admit, blonde is one of my favorite flavors," I told all of them with a smirk before winking at Alex.

Alex looked at me in shock before shaking himself out of it and then clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm gay."

I let out a little giggle and shook my head before looking at him smugly. "Oh, honey, trust me. One night with me and I'll have you playing for both teams," I whispered to him, leaning in close and grazing my hand along his cheek.

Alex gulped and stared at me wide-eyed much like Luke and Reggie.

I heard a throat clear behind me and felt a slight pinch to my side, causing me to stand up straight and place my hand on my hip.

"However, it seems that Willie has already claimed you. Shame. You two, however… " I trailed off, looking over at Luke and Reggie, starting to walk around the table to stand in between the two of them.

The two of them stared up at me silently. I looked in between the two of them before smirking and moving behind Luke. I leaned down close to his ear and smoothed my hands over the shoulders of his denim jacket.

"I love it when my boys have green eyes and curly hair," I whispered in his ear, running my hand up into the back of his hair and giving it a little tug. I smirked as Luke swallowed back a groan of pleasure and stood back up straight. I looked over at Reggie and gave him a wink. "I'm afraid you might just be too sweet for me. I'd break you," I told him honestly, running my finger down the side of his face.

"Charlotte."

I sighed before looking up at the man standing behind Reggie. "Yes, father."

"Why don't you go and mingle with our other guests? Make sure they're enjoying themselves and are being properly entertained," he told me with a pointed look.

I sighed in annoyance before nodding. "Yes, sir." I turned around and faced Luke again. I smirked at him and leaned down so we were face to face and placed my pointer finger under his chin to hold it up. "Save me a dance, will ya."

Luke gulped and nodded, causing me to breathe out a laugh. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek before standing straight and moving towards the back of the ballroom. However, before I was far enough away I heard a voice breathe out a quiet "holy shit" causing my smirk that was previously on my face to widen.

I stepped back in shock as Reggie went rushing past me with sadness written all over his face. I looked back in front of me to see Luke standing there with annoyance and his arms crossed across his chest. I took the time to admire the veins popping out of them before walking towards him.

“What’s wrong with Reggie,” I questioned him curiously.

“He found out about the new Star Wars movies and how they killed Han Solo,” He explained to me simply with a sigh.

“Awe, poor guy. So does that mean he knows about Jar Jar,” I asked, looking up at his green eyes.

“No, and please don’t tell him. That’s a whole other mess I don’t have the strength to deal with,” Luke begged me, causing me to smirk up at him.

“So you have the strength to deal with… other situations,” I asked him cheekily.

Luke looked down at me and smirked confidently. “If they have anything to do with you I can promise you I can handle any situation.”

“Really? Are you sure about that,” I questioned him confidently with a hint of seduction.

I could see Luke’s confidence falter, causing my smirk to widen. This is going to be fun.

"Luke, I want you to do something for me," I told the green-eyed brunette, stepping closer to him and running my hands along his chest and up to his shoulders.

Luke stared into my eyes and swallowed thickly before nodding at me. "Anything."

I smirked and stood on my tiptoes to reach his ear. "Imagine you and me in my room. Just the two of us. You are sitting on my bed. I'm standing in front of you in nothing but your denim jacket," I whispered into his ear. Luke reaches forward and grabs me by the waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his fingers pressing into my waist and a bulge pressing into my stomach. Luke began breathing heavily into my neck and I could hear a little groan leaving his lips. "Imagine the fun we could have together if we got ourselves alone," I whispered to him before taking his earlobe in between my teeth and giving it a nibble. Luke gave my neck a kiss before I pulled away from him. I smirked up at him and slowly ran my hands back down to his chest. “Still think you can handle any situation with me,” I whispered to him smugly before slowly letting my hands travel down to his pants. I let my hand graze over the bulge in his pants before walking away from him with a sway in my hips.

I looked up to the front of the ballroom to see my dad on the stage once again. I moved back up to the front of the room and stood a bit to the side of the boy’s table as my father began speaking again.

“I take it you’re all enjoying the feast,” Dad said, causing everyone in the audience to cheer in response. “So many delicious sights, so many tantalizing sounds. But… your eyes still hunger for more. Something sweet.” The crowd cheered at his words. “Something… savory.” The crowd laughed at his words. “How many newcomers do we have in the club tonight?” The crowd cheered and a few people, including the boys, raised their hands up in the air. “Ladies, let’s show our guests how we do dessert. A one, two, three, four!”

The swing music starts up again and the dancers move to the dance floor to show off their moves to the audience. Willie cheered and I watched dad lay across the top of the piano as he started singing.

Shoo bada papa roo bada bada

Hey, um bum bum bum bum baram, hey!

Shoo bada papa roo bada bada

Hey, um bum bum bum bum baram, hey!

Arum bum

Hey!

Arum bum

Hey!

Scoo bi doo bap bap

Hey!

Bap bap

Hey! 

Dad climbed from the piano and danced with the twins in the middle of the stage. He turned and the twins dipped him backwards as he sang.

Watch me make a move watch me make a move, yeah

I watched as some of the dancers got down on the floor in front of the boy's table as they sang.

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

I say, watch me make a move watch me make a move, oh

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

I say, watch me make a move what me make a move, yeah

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

Watch me make a move best you ever knew. Hey, yeah!

I moved from my spot on the side and moved to Willie’s side. I placed my hand on his shoulder, causing him to smile up at me. He looked back at Alex and pat his shoulder before jumping up from his seat and joining me on the dance floor. The two of us joined the dancers with big smiles as my dad started down the stairs of the stage once again. Once my father was behind us I moved from my spot on the dance floor back to my spot to the side of the boy's table. Willie grabbed Alex and pulled him up, causing Luke and Reggie to join them quickly. I watched as the same dancer dressed in pink that appeared on the table earlier snaked through the boys, kicked her leg up in front of them with Luke holding her up, and then danced on Reggie a bit before running her hand along his face. Said boy fainted a bit and Luke caught him and pushed him back up as Alex helped him stand correctly.

I watched as my father walked up to the boys with the twins on each side of him. I stood to the side and winked at Rose as she looked over at me. She smirked at me before my dad twirled her and her sister towards Reggie and Luke. Rose spun Luke around into my arms before she turned around and joined her sister in dancing with Reggie.

"Hope you saved me that dance," I smiled up at him.

"I'm saving you a lot more than just a dance, trust me," Luke smirked down at me confidently.

I hummed at him in amusement. "I hope you brought your dancing shoes. Think you can keep up?"

"I think I should be asking you that," Luke told me before pulling me close to him.

"I'm not the one that doesn't know the moves," I told him, beginning to lead him in a dance.

We ended our dance with Luke grabbing my hand and spinning me into him. My back pressed to his front and Luke's arms wrapped around me. We continued swaying back and forth as Luke buried his face in my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him more room as he took a deep breath in and began leaving soft kisses up and down the span of my neck. I sucked in a sharp breath when he started nibbling and sucking here and there too until he would get to my ear and give it a little lick before taking my earlobe in between his teeth and nibbling. During our swaying, I began pushing myself further back into Luke and grinding my ass into his pelvis as discreetly as possible. When I felt his bulge against me the two of us let out small moans of pleasure in unison.

"What I would give to be alone with you right now," Luke whispered huskily into my ear.

I moaned at the thought of what we could do together. I pulled one of my hands out of his and spun around to face him. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and brought me close to him once again, causing me to feel his bulge even more. Our chests were pressed together and both of us were breathing heavily as Luke began swaying us again. I looked up into his eyes to see them lust blown with want as he stared down at me and bit his lip and I smirked knowing I looked the same as him. 

I began taking steps backward slowly and he followed me with no problem. Once we were off the dance floor I stepped away from him and tightened my grip on his hand before leading him to one of the darker corners of the club. As soon as we reached our destination I pressed my back up against the wall and pulled Luke towards me, pressing my lips against his. Luke immediately began reciprocating the kiss and pressed himself against me. He placed his forearms up against the wall to lean against them as our kiss because more heated with our teeth clashing together. I wrapped my arms around Luke's neck and lifted one of my legs up to wrap around his waist to bring him even closer to me. Luke groaned as his bulge pressed against my heat with the new proximity. Luke broke apart our kiss for air and began leaving messy kisses up and down my neck again as I moaned and began grinding against him. 

"Luke," I moaned out, bringing my hands up into the back of his hair and giving it a tug as I did earlier.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Luke groaned out before lifting his head out of my neck and pressing his lips to mine once again.

Luke ran his tongue along my lip, asking for entrance, but I denied it with a smirk. I could feel Luke's irritation at the action and moaned when he pressed himself further into me. Luke tried again, and I smiled as I gripped his lip between my teeth and tugged on it. Luke groaned at me and I smirked as I pressed my lips to his once again and gained the entrance that he so desperately wanted myself. Our tongues fought each other for dominance before I relented and let him win the battle. I allowed my hands to leave his neck and begin wandering down his toned body to his pants.

"If you start that, I won't be able to stop," Luke whispered to me between kisses.

"Good," I breathed out, moving to tuck my hand into his pants.

Luke groaned at my action, but I didn't get far due to the chiming of the bell in the front of the ballroom. 

"The haunting hour is upon us," Dad announced mysteriously.

Everybody in the club let out little "ooh's" of amusement as I rolled my eyes. Luke smiled at me in amusement before looking back at the front of the room. Everybody went back to dancing, causing me to grab Luke’s cheeks to bring his lips back to mine, but Luke fought against me as he stared at the clock wide-eyed.

“12? How… how’d that happen,” Luke said in shock as I briefly glanced at the clock again before trailing my hands from his face down his body once again to his pants. I bit my lip as I started tucking my hand into his pants once again, but a pout took over my lips as he moved away from my hand and grabbed it with his own, gently slipping it back out of his pants. “I’m sorry, Charlotte, but I’ve gotta go.”

“Wha-,” I started before I was cut off by him.

“I’m sorry. I really am,” He breathed out before rushing away from me and towards Reggie.

I huffed as I watched him run away and crossed my arms over my chest with a pout. “So much for having fun tonight.”

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[p4nkow]

White Lie

Hello hello! As usual, I have no idea of what this is about 💀 I saw a post it said that they were currently filming in a school and my dumb ass was like Oh right, they’re in high school

Part two

I loved writing for Rafe, pretending that he isn’t a lil piece of shit, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it!

Summary: Being a secret girlfriend wasn’t exactly how you’d planned to spend your high school years. As a question keeps haunting you, you face Rafe about the nature of your relationship

Warnings: swearing?? A making out session? Oh and also some angst

gif not mine so credit to the owner! and don’t mind what’s written in it 💀

Being a secret girlfriend wasn’t exactly how you’d planned to spend your high school years. Everyone kept saying that those were supposed to be the best years of your life — the years during which you make memories you’ll cherish forever, the ones you’ll tell you grandchildren someday.

A lot of good things had happened to you so far — you’d made some good friends, the kind of friendships that last a lifetime. You’d been accepted as a cheerleader, which wasn’t as exciting as you thought it would be. However, it was a good distraction from your shitty Pogue life back in the island. You even got a job — Kie had asked you to work as a waitress at her family’s restaurant, The Wreck. When she said ‘Just think about it’, you said Yes in a heartbeat. No need to think about it. That job would help you provide for yourself and pay your food, after all.

Oh, and yeah. You also got a boyfriend.

A guy who you came so abruptly and suddenly in your life that he turned it upside down without you even noticing. Because never, not even in a million years, you would have imagined that you’d be dating Rafe Cameron. The Rafe Cameron. The Kook king.

It wasn’t planned — like at all — for you to fall for him.

Everything started out as a flirt — some staring at the keggers down at the Boneyard, some casual touches in the hallways, and then you ended up making out in The Wreck’s men’s room. Neither of you had planned it, and you didn’t even dare to imagine what your friends — or even his — would say about it. Everyone in the Outer Banks knew that between the two groups there was some bad blood.

But thankfully they didn’t know anything. They didn’t because you were with a guy who wouldn’t openly say that was dating you. The thought hurt you every time — was it your fault? Was he ashamed of you?

The only time you’d brought it up, hiding how it truly hurt you, he gave you a frown and simply said “You know — it’s... it’s because of my father.”

Of course you knew that his relationship with his father was at loggerheads. Hell, it was so bad that you weren’t even sure that there was a relationship between them. Still, Rafe wanted to please him so badly that he wouldn’t even tell him that he was dating a Pogue.

But you’d be lying if you didn’t say that it had been fine by you too, at first.

After all, what the two of you shared was something special and as such, you didn’t want to yell it through the halls. And, to be quite honest, you feared your friends’ reactions. You didn’t even dare imagine what JJ would say if he knew you were sneaking around with Rafe Cameron.

But you had to admit that playing secret boyfriends with him was fun. The risk of getting caught made everything even more exciting. It made every look, every touch even more significant.

Two months ago, if someone told you that Rafe Cameron loved to cuddle at night, you would’ve laughed right in his face. And now you were the one he held close to his body every night as he slept peacefully. Funny how fast the night changes, huh?

There were times when you thought that you were going to get caught with your hands in the cookie jar — Sarah once walked in on you as you were making out on his desk, but you quickly hid your face in his chest as he surrounded you with his arms. She didn’t even have the chance to give a proper look at you, considering that she flew off the room. Now she made sure to knock every time she had to speak to him.

But now that the summer had ended, you were worried about how your relationship with Rafe would develop. Would you still have the chance to sneak around, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the islanders?

But since the moment you set foot at the Kildare County High School, things went down quicker than you could ever imagine.

Rafe was a class ahead of you, considering that he was a year older, so you didn’t really have many chances to see him in the morning. And when you crossed him in the hallways, he would look at you but openly ignore your presence.

And every single time he walked past you without saying a word, you felt your heart break a little.

The few moments you were given with Rafe during the day, the way he made you feel, the way your skin burned whenever he touched you or how he’d always play with your hair — was all of it worth the way you felt everyday because of his behavior?

And that question kept haunting you, remaining unanswered.

It was a Thursday morning and it wasn’t a particularly exciting day at the Kildare County High School. Well, actually, days seemed all the same there.

Between third and fourth period, you had to stop by your locker to grab your history book, and John B offered to walk you.

“Can’t believe I’m already failing history”, he groaned, a frown forming in his face. History book in one hand and the other hand hidden in his jeans pocket, John B got a lot of stares from the girls chatting in the hallway. Could you blame them?

As you swung open the door of your locker, you gave him a quick look. “C’mon, you’re not gonna fail it. We’ve just started.”

The hallways ware starting to get crowded as everyone hurried to move to their next class, chitchats filling the orange walls of the building.

“Yeah, and the guy already hates me”, he quickly added as he leaned towards the lockers next to yours.

When he groaned, you couldn’t help but shoot him another look. “What?”

“Why is he everywhere I go?”, he murmured between his teeth, leaning his face close to yours to make sure not to be heard by anyone else.

Brows narrowed, confused expression and hand still in the air while holding your history book, you moved your gaze to the point he was nodding at.

And there, standing near the cafeteria’s open door with some of his classmates, there was Rafe. Topper was there, as well as Kelce and two girls you didn’t know.

His features were relaxed as he laughed with them, the fluorescents reflecting an unnatural light on his light brown hair, neatly pulled back by some gel. He was wearing his football team’s jersey, which fit him so well that you couldn’t move your gaze away from him.

You didn’t like the way your stomach twisted at the sight of him in the company of those girls and you sure as hell didn’t like the way he was openly ignoring your presence.

Lost in your thoughts, you’d probably been staring at him for way too long when John B frowned again and, waving a hand in front of your face, said “Y/N?”

“What?” You blinked a few times, looking back at him. “Yeah, sorry. You were saying?”

John B gave a quick look at the group you were staring at with a weird look on his face before turning back to you. “Uh, nothing. We’re late for class, c’mon.”

When you closed your locker with a loud thud, probably using more strength than needed, Rafe finally noticed you. And his fists immediately clenched at the sight of John B standing right next to you.

He’d done everything in his power to bite the bullet and get over the fact that you were friends with him and his group. But he couldn’t stand the sight of that Routledge standing so close to you. Or the way the two of you moved almost in unison, as if it was natural for him to second your movements.

You were in the middle of your history class when your phone vibrated when you received a message.

Rafe: Meet me outside.

Giving a quick look at the teacher, whose back was turned to you as he wrote on the board, you re-read the text to make sure that you weren’t dreaming.

As much as you wanted to give in at his request, you quickly typed I’m the middle of my class.

You didn’t put the phone away, hoping that Rafe would reply. It was the only way you could contact him and you were more than happy to hear from him after the coldness he showed in the hallway.

Rafe: Say you have to go to the bath or smth. C’mon, baby.

Biting your bottom lip at his words was an automatic reaction, and you gave a quick look at your classmates to make sure that no one had noticed you blushed.

When you met John B’s eyes, he raised a brow in a silent questioning look. To dismiss your weird behavior, you just shook your head and looked away.

It took you a few moments to summon the courage to speak up, waiting for the teacher to turn towards you before raising your hand, catching his attention. “Uhm... Mister Suarez? May I go to the bathroom?”

He dismissed you with a hand gesture, which you took as a Yes, so you hurried to gather your things up and leave the class.

You weren’t exactly sure of what he meant by ‘outside’, so you looked both ways in the hallway, trying to spot him. Everything was quiet, the quiet buzzing of the fluorescents was the only sound in the background. So, when you started to walk towards your left, heading to the back exit, your footsteps echoed all around you.

Each step you took, the more excited you were. It was unusual for Rafe to ask you to do something like that, especially at school, and that’s probably the reason why you were so tense. All the hurt from before seemed vanished as you walked, being replaced by nothing but excitement.

But you knew it was only a temporary change.

A hand surrounded your bicep as you were about to walk past the chemistry lab, dragging you in as you let out a surprised squeak. There was no need for you to look up to know that it was Rafe.

The lab door closed behind you with a loud thud, isolating you from the rest of the school. The room was in semi-darkness, and that’s all you could notice before Rafe made your bag slide off your shoulder and land on the floor, being immediately forgotten there.

His blue eyes immediately found yours as he made you move backwards towards the nearest table. “Rafe”, you whispered, unable to form a meaningful thought.

“Shh”, he whispered back, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

And then his lips crashed on yours, not leaving you the time to process what was going on. Your instinct was to place both hands in the back of his neck, holding some strands of his perfectly styled locks between your fingers.

When your back hit the side of the table, both his hands slid down to your ass, further to your thighs. He lifted you by them, making you sit on the board without even thinking of pulling away from your lips.

Placing a hand on your lower back, he made you slide towards him, in such a way as to press your bodies together. When he pulled away from your lips to take a deep breath, he shifted his attention to your neck. Understanding his intentions, you leaned your head to second his movements, biting your bottom lip as he started to leave wet, hot kissed down to your neck.

“Rafe”, you murmured again, completely lost in those sensations. Your hands were now cupping his face, trying to pull him as close as possible to you.

But then, as your heard loud footsteps right out of the door, you repeated in a warning tone “Rafe, wait.”

The way his head quickly snapped towards the hallway told you that he’d heard them, too.

When he turned again towards you, you realized that he’d taken a few steps back from you were sitting, moving away as if he was being charged with electricity.

His reaction hurt you, again. All the excitement of the moment had quickly vanished and now you felt even more hurt than before. Hurt, used and humiliated.

When you tried to swallow to get rid of the knot that had formed in your throat, you felt tears watering your eyes, forcing you to look away from him.

With a little jump, you got off the table and hurried to get your bag from the floor. Rafe was still standing there, and he started to react only when you swung the door open and walked out of the lab.

“Y/N”, you heard him saying from behind you, but you didn’t stop.

As you stormed out of the building, quickly getting rid of the tears that had watered your cheeks, you heard his firm steps following you. “Fuck, Y/N. Wait!”

He only managed to reach you when you finally got to your car, stopping right behind you. He placed a hand on the door of the vehicle to stop you from opening it. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

When you turned towards him, his face was just a few inches away from yours. And his heart ached a bit when he saw your eyes filled with tears. He tried to cup your cheek, but you looked away and avoided his touch. “Y/N?”, he repeated. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Are you embarrassed of me?”, you suddenly asked.

His brows frowned in confusion at your question, as he slightly shook his head in denial. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Answer me”, you demanded. “Are you embarrassed of being seen with me, Rafe?”

“No!”, he abruptly answered. “Of course not! Fuck”, he muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what you were asking him.

“Then why are we still keeping it a secret?” Your voice was now way lower than before. Resigned, even.

Rafe’s lips parted and you could see the indecision growing in his eyes. His beautiful, troubled eyes. “You know why”, he whispered.

Even though you tried to hide it, the irony in your voice was evident when you asked “Your father, right?”

And he fiercely nodded. “Yes! Yes, of course.”

Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you swallowed hard. With a burden on your heart, you murmured in a low voice “Because I’m a Pogue.”

Rafe didn’t reply. He wanted to — all he wanted to do was comfort you and fix whatever was going on between the two of you at the moment, but there was nothing he could say.

“You can’t tell him about us — you don’t want him to find out about us, because you’re embarrassed of the fact that I’m a Pogue”, you concluded. And that was the unvarnished truth.

Rafe’s shoulders dropped at your words and he pulled away his hand from the car door. His eyes were glossy as you gave him a last look, before turning your back to him and getting in your car.

“Y/N”, you heard him murmur as you threw your bag on the passenger seat and turned on the engine. “Don’t go. Please.”

The vulnerability in his voice almost made you give in, but there was no turning back. So you drove away from the parking lot, leaving a hurt Rafe watching you slide away from his fingers.

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[whitehotharlots]

A true story about rehab from 2007

Names and places changed, dates slightly fuzzy, yada yada

This all starts with Chris.  Chris might be a good example of how things are objectively broken.

Two summers ago, Chris and his girlfriend moved from everyone's old hometown, Alton, to everyone's current home, Garden City.  I had known Chris briefly when I still lived in Alton, which was up until about 8 years ago.  In high school he was friends with my sister, a year behind her, I think, only he had some legal trouble and didn't graduate until two years after her.  The first arrest came during his junior year, when police found some marijuana in his car while he was in class.  "Apparently Alton is a utopia," he said years later.  "No robberies need solving, no cars need ticketing, no fences need mending, fuckit nobody's house must've been dirty because if there was anything else even remotely worthwhile that those cocksuckers could have been doing they wouldn't have taken a drug dog through the high school parking lot."  

The ironic part was that he was, honest-to-god, holding it for a friend.  Hadn't touched the stuff until then, hadn't even drank more than a beer or two.  Cops came in and pulled him out of class.  Cuffed him right there in class, in front of everybody.   From what I've been able to piece together that marked a very strong loss of innocence for young Chris.  No rules were worth following, after all, if The Bastards could punish you for nothing.  This was greatly exacerbated by the fact that, according to several of the best lawyers Alton had to offer, the search of Chris' car was unconstitutional as it was not actually parked in the school parking lot, or even on school grounds, at the time of the search.  The juvenile court judge would hear none of it though—all the police had done was break Chris' constitutional right to privacy.  He had committed the much greater crime of having an eighth ounce of marijuana in his glove compartment. 

His claim of having his rights violated incensed the judge, who sentenced our poor Chris to 72 hours in county jail and 12 weeks of rehab.  Were it not for his successful, stable family, he would have been sent to juvie. 

It was his first offense.  He was 16. 

Jail, he said, wasn't that bad.  He got to do it over a weekend. The guard was an old lady and even though she was kind of a bitch she let him bring in his homework.  She said she was surprised to see someone his age in here, with the adults, but whatever he had done it must have been pretty bad or else he wouldn't be here, would he?  They kept him away from the drunks at night and the only other people who came into the "pen" (his word, not mine) were guys who got bailed out within a couple of hours and were too pissed off about their own bad luck to give him any shit for his. 

What really fucked with him was rehab.  It didn’t matter that he'd never smoked a single joint (or even a cigarette) at this time:  he was an addict and by gum he had to admit to being an addict before the obese, shit-smelling overseer would sign the form saying that Chris had attended his sessions.  Every weekend for three months he was legally forced to lie.  Yes, he said, he was an addict.  Yes, even though it made no sense in any grammatical or even symbolic context, he was forced to say "my name is Chris and I'm a narcotic."  His personal habits were picked apart—why was his hair so long (it wasn't that long, really)? Why did he wear the same pants on Sunday that he wore on Saturday?  Who were these "Dead Milkmen" that his T-shirt spoke of?  Ohh… and surely this is a good-tempered, Christian punk band, right?  No?  Well you see right there that's a part of the problem.  Have your mother sign a note saying you've thrown out all of their CDs and any other enabling you might own.  No—you can't sell them, you must throw them out. 

"We had to go in a day and a half every weekend.  All day Saturday and then Sunday from noon until 4.  It took me five weeks, when I was starting to get comfortable, before I asked if I could come in Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday.  It worked out better for me that way, since the place where I worked wasn't open Sundays.  The fat guy just opened his mouth and would not close it.  'When would you go to church?'  he said. By then I knew enough to laugh and say 'oh yeah what was I thinking.'"

A few of the people had actual problems.  One guy got caught with meth, was beating the shit out of his wife and his two little girls, and seemed genuinely remorseful.  Another guy had to drink a sixer every morning or else he'd get the shakes so bad he wouldn't be able to drive to work.  But most of the people there were more or less normal and had either fucked up once or else been fucked over once—got into a bar fight while legally drunk, blew .02 over the legal limit at a roadblock, smoked pot once every few weeks and got narced on by a snitch, that kind of stuff. These people were split over how much they believed the bullshit they were being fed.  Those who believed, as the official literature did, that being hungover once in your lifetime or ever drinking more than 4 beers in a sitting two or more times in a month are both signs of hardcore alcoholism, they became repentant and preachy. 

One such lady was a thin, tan, well-dressed soccer mom who would snitch on the others when they didn't pay close enough attention to the instructional videos or else would appear in any way to not be taking things seriously enough.  If you were bad you got demerits, credit card-sized pieces of construction paper upon which frowny faces and intimidating biblical verses were printed. The overseer would also scribble something down in his notebook, which must have had some kind of official weight because it was on his person at all times.

Most people have an innate desire, however illogical it might often be, to please authority figures, and so Chris and the rest of the doubtful "addicts" thought the embarrassment of getting their reprimand literally handed to them was punishment enough for resting their eyes or letting a stray giggle break loose when the acting in an informational film was especially bad. Chris made only one such mistake.  During a lecture, the overseer kept making the point that it wasn't the drugs that people get addicted to—oh no, it's the high that keeps you coming back.  Chris smiled—remember at this point he still probably hadn't ever been high, not in his whole life—because it seemed like such a stupid, nonsensical thing to say, because even though he was only 16 he could appreciate moments like this, when the moronic essence of a big, scary process could concentrate itself into a single sentence. 

"It's not the drugs:  it's the high," the man said.  He was very clean shaven, dressed like a detective in a 70s cop show, his hair was combed so straight it was like wire, his glasses were round and cruel looking and he had this, this look on his face, this air about him like he thought he was a genius.  He nodded a little bit after the repetition of his idiotic point. Proud—he was actually proud of the things he was saying, proud of his position, proud of getting to fill the heads of desperate or else unfortunate people with nonsense.  And this made Chris smile—not laugh, just smile, and the soccer mom pulled on his ear really hard, so hard it made his eyes water, and then she raised her hand to snitch on him.  The proud overseer was still proud, looked like a king in an old movie, and with the most serious air Chris had ever seen, the fat man called him up before the entire room.  His eyes were still watery from the shock of having his ear nearly yanked up and so he looked down, towards the ground, so people wouldn't think he was crying.

"You ashamed of something," the fat overseer asked.  Chris didn't say anything. "Look up," said the overseer.  Chris kept looking down.  His chest moved in and out heavily and his fists were clenched, and he wasn't sure but he may have been crying normal tears by this point, but they were out of rage, not sadness.  Or—no…really what's the difference between those two, and it's impossible that the immense hopelessness of his situation and the utter retardation of his surroundings hadn't saddened somewhat.  If it were just rage making him cry then he would have also lashed out, punched the overseer or at least called him a name. No. No, the hopelessness must have stung enough to make him sad.  But his tears were out of rage primarily, and out of nothing even close to shame.

"Look up.  Now."

He did.  His jaw was clenched and his eyes were tightened into red little slits but he looked more defeated than mean, more helpless than threatening.

"I want you all to look at this face.  Soak it up.  Take it all in.  Done?  Give you another second.  Okay, now you're done.  This, people, is what failure looks like.  Some of you will see it again, right here.  This is what it looks like when you don't take yourself seriously, when you don't care enough about yourself to appreciate the chances that are being given to you."

He extended a demerit card towards the Chris’ face.  It was accepted without a whimper.

Weeks later, it came time for Chris and the gang to "graduate" from their classes.  By this point, Chris had gotten drunk several times (even puked, once) and tried to smoke pot a few times but it hadn't done anything to him.  Maybe he was just too drunk to feel it or he wasn't inhaling right, who knows.  Anyhow he figured a few bong hits wouldn't hurt before he had to show up to the ceremony, right, since he hadn't felt anything yet.  And, man, it was a blast because he was high as a fucking kite at the graduation, must have shoved 20 inches worth of the party sub into his mouth and downed at least 7 flutes of sparkling grape juice.  

His mother and stepfather—both stinking rich, by the way, disheartened by the lad's sudden fall from grace and more than a little pleased to see him making such a fast and exemplary recovery with the aid of such a caring and competent program—were dressed to the nines.  His mom was making time with the addicts.  This was her wont, the irresistible, flirty friendliness that drove her from the dregs of society (Chris' biological father) all the way to where she was today. While this was going on, Stepfather gracefully let loose to the riffraff around him all those little signs that showed that he was a kind man, but of great consequence.  He'd talk about sports while stretching him arm just so, just far enough to let his fancy watch fall into view.  He'd offer to lift heavy objects as an excuse to show off his bed-made tan, his gym-toned arms and back.  All of your jokes made him smile, but only just long enough for you to get a glimpse of his perfectly straight, snow white teeth. Both of them kept making their way over to Chris, who had stationed himself near the concessions table, to whisper into his ear how proud they were of him for pulling himself around and hint bluntly at him still receiving for his birthday a new car.  All the while, through this bleary, more-or-less with it haze, feeling content and calm with his surroundings and his high, Chris kept thinking about how much he had it made.  Everyone was a sucker, it seemed, but him.  Really, wow.  Everyone is stupid but me.

The soccer mom cut quickly around the room, stopping alongside each cluster of people and telling them that something important was about to happen,  it was time for everyone to walk into the little classroom where they normally met.  "You're not gonna want to miss this" she said, looking right into Chris with a mean little smile on her face that she knew would scare him.  Oh god, Chris though, she knew that he was high.  What was she in here for—ooh shit man, you've heard her talk about it 100 times.  Vicodin, right.  Vicodin and wine, passing out while one of her kids started a fire.  That's right.  Calm down. She wouldn't have known what someone looked like when he was high on pot.  Mom and Stepfather couldn't even tell and they saw Chris every day.  Calm down.

Chris shoved a few more bites of party sub into his mouth.  His mom laughed and said "getting better must make you work up an appetite, huh?"  Stepfather laughed.  Chris couldn't say anything, not even by the time they had walked all the way into the classroom and sat down on little folding chairs, because there was so much sandwich in his mouth.  Things began to quiet down within a couple of minutes. The overseer, smiling, poked his head out of his office and waved to the small crowd.  People clapped a little bit.  Chris noticed that "AWARDS RECEPTION" had been written on the blackboard with colored chalk, the letters alternating blue to red, blue to red.  A stack of certificates sat on the table up front.  The overseer waddled to the table and gestured towards his office and a large, black policeman walked from office to the entrance.  He looked all business.  There was another one who poked his head out from the office and then the overseer was still smiling, like the soccer mom he was wearing big, mean, fake smile and Chris sunk into his chair and moaned a little bit because he knew he was about to get arrested, again.  Arrested in front of his parents. 

Mom asked stepfather what the policemen were hear for the stepfather said—ahh the great rational bastard, it was all Chris could do to stop himself from hugging him—that since this was an official presentation, court mandated and all that, they must have some cops come and witness it.  That's all it was.  Nothing to get too upset about.  Still—gotta stay calm.  If the cops took no notice of Chris then they wouldn't take any notice of his being so incredibly fucking high. 

"Well," the overseer began.  Chris was hyperobservant and noncritical and he realized for the first time how long it took the overseer to get through sentences, because of all of his fat.  He'd pause every few words and take in a deep breath from his gut.  When he spoke it was in these bursts that were effeminately condescending but still bulky and powerful.  Like, if being told you were bad by a sharp-tongued gay man didn't hurt you then maybe being yelled at by an abusive gym coach would. Only he wasn't a gym coach and probably wasn't gay, either.  Talked about his wife and kids all the time.  This was an act.  He had measured out this persona for himself.  This was some kind of cruel professionalism.

Jesus, Chris thought to himself.  Pot fucks up the way you think about things.  How long had it been since they sat down?  How long since he'd been scared by the cops?  When was the guy going to start talking—ohh, wait he's already talking.  Might want to listen:

"And this is what this program is supposed to achieve: smiling faces.  Not just the smiling faces of those who are on roads to recovery—their own personal roads—but of their families and their friends.  The selfishness might end here.  The pain they have caused you, that they are sorry for, might end here.  But it's up to everyone here to make sure that all of these faces keep smiling."

He paused—too long.  Wanted people to clap for him.  They did.  Then they finished.  He continued.  His tone was different.  He had sounded like he was reading off a card.  Now he sounded more like he normally did, during classes.

"But it would be… hypocritical of me to let everyone who came here leave here, especially… if I knew that they would be making people start… to cry sometime soon.  Two of our friends will not be graduating today."

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

"The first… Rup-ERT Donwiddle."

Ahh.  Okay.  That guy—white guy, lots of scars—never even showed up after the first day.  He wasn't even here.  Chris sunk his head into his lap, like he was stretching or about to puke, while the overseer mumbled about how Rubert had squandered his chance for recovery and blah blah blah. 

"Rufus failed… due to lack of initiative.  He didn't come.  But every time we have this course, it seems… there is someone who does come…  but who shows such disrespect that he might as well not have"

The overseer's tone changed, again, abruptly but not in a way that seemed unplanned.  He was talking somewhere in between the rehearsed tone he'd used earlier and the mumbling, jumbled tone he used during regular meetings.  The air shifted around Chris.  It felt like strategy, men moving into position in order to accomplish some kind of task or anticipate some kind of resistance.  The bigger cop stood by the door that led to the outside, blocking it.  Meanwhile the guys who had missed the most class and been handed the most demerits began to shift in their seats a little bit while their wives looked at them in white fear, the sterile blank walls felt like they were closing in—that's what  expression actually meant, when it actually feels like the room you are in just got smaller, more oppressive—and the big fat fuck who ran the place worse the biggest fatfuck smile Chris had ever seen and he if had dropped dead of a heart attack no one with a mind or soul would have gotten up to help him.  In spite of all of this, the synchronization was such that Chris couldn't work up any fear.  He was too busy admiring the evil of the whole process. 

Chris took to talking to the soccer mom, a few months later, as part of some revenge scheme that never quite materialized.  He had first planned on sleeping with the woman and ruining her marriage.  When that didn’t work out he thought about maybe figuring out the vulnerabilities of her home and passing that knowledge on to some unseemly sorts who, god willing, would have raped, robbed, and kill her.  He didn't do that, though, for the same reason he didn't speak up during the meeting when the police were blocking off the door and overseer was smiling the very worst smile the world had ever seen:  because the woman's evil was so immense that he could barely process it, could do little else, in fact, aside from sitting back and admiring it.  What he learned from her, after she had opened up to him and filled him on all the details, was that if you didn't pass the rehab course it counted as either a violation of your parole or else as a violation of your court sentence, so your failure was akin to skipping bail trying to escape from prison.   That's to say it was a Very Serious offense, one that could put you in prison for a long, long time.  And what the overseer hadn't told to anybody but the soccer mom, who was his favorite, was that his policy was that out of every class there had to be at least one addict who failed to pass in spite of showing up, one person who because of this or that reason simply did not deserve to consider his or her self cured of their addiction.  That's what the demerits were for. Whoever got the most failed the course.  You couldn't tell the whole class about this since then the people who got the most demerits early on would have stopped coming all together.  On top of that, if you got into a situation where a few weeks in one guy had racked up 20 or 30 demerits, then that more or less lightens the stakes for everyone else.  They'll start mouthing off or falling asleep since they know they'll never make up enough demerits to catch the worst guy, and then by the end of it you'd have been better off not doing any sort of demerit system at all.  No—no, the trick was to keep it a surprise.  That had two positives:  one, you catch the guy by surprise and make sure he gets what's coming to him.  Two, you put the fear of god into the others who are all sitting around watching.  That's when they got taught what happens if you don't respect the things you should.

All Chris knew at the time of meeting was that the balding factory worker, Hank was his name, was getting pulled up really unnecessarily roughly by the cop, had his arms thrown behind his back, and was getting cuffed and pushed out of the room while his teenage daughter was screaming in abject terror and his wife was burying her head in her hands and then the two women sat there while the smiling overseer berated Hank, talked about how he needed to learn how to accept help and how this was for the good of him and his family and You two ladies should stop crying, it's pointless, what you need right now is strength, loyalty, and conviction.  Hank had blown .02 over the legal limit at a road block.  He insisted he hadn't had a drop to drink in months, not since his first DUI, that he couldn't perform the heel-to-toe sobriety test successfully because of a fully documented injury he had sustained during Desert Storm and that the alcohol on his breath—which came up on only one of the 5 breathalyzers he was given—must have been from gum or mouthwash or cologne or something.  His parole was zero tolerance, though, and so he found himself at the meetings.  Every week he told the overseer that something he had said was bullshit.  He wouldn't say "My name is Hank and I'm a narcotic," he said, because that is just fucking stupid.  He wouldn't apologize for hurting anybody because he hadn't hurt anybody.  He wouldn't lie for the sake of lying because goddamn it that's not what this country is about.

And for that he went to prison.

Coming face-to-face with the reality of just how cruel and unfair the system is can, especially for a teenager, lead to a distrust so strong and all encompassing that it borders on despair.  This distrust can, sometimes, be healthy and inspire you to try and change things.  More often, it can grow into full-blown hatred, a maniacal desire to change things or to right wrongs that leads you to do something rash or destructive.  Still more often, it leads to a sense of defeatism, a feeling that you can't win since the system is so fucked so why the hell should you even try.  At least, that's what I gather from hearing Chris talk about it.  That's probably what I would have done if something like that would have happened to me.  I would have given up and failed.

And for the longest time Chris had given up and had failed. He drank and drugged and destroyed.  This made him a blast to hang out with.  This was when he still lived in Alton and I would see him once every few months, when I was at home visiting my family.  My sister moved to Garden City to attend the university at which I now teach.  Most of her friends soon followed suit.  He was left behind.  As I am self-absorbed to the point where I don't care about my friend's lives except for when their stories are particularly miserable or amusing, I don't know much about this time period except that it saw Chris turning things somewhat around.  Not by much.  He still drinks far too much.  But he's in school now—he's at the school where I teach, actually, although I've never had him for a student. 

[wrenhyperfixates]

Queen of the Night

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Loki takes you to the rooftop greenhouse to show you his favorite flower, the queen of the night. Your evening ends with a confession of love. Warnings: the tiniest bit of angst but also excessively fluffy A/N: The reader is gender neutral; queen in the title refers only to the flower. Enjoy :)

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You looked up from your game of solitaire as Loki flopped down on the sofa next to you. He looked exhausted, even more so than he usually did after a training session with Thor. Loki sighed, and you set your cards aside, turning your body to give him your full attention.

“Are you ok?” you asked as he shook his head no. You hugged his head to your chest and scratched his back lightly. He was practically purring at your gentle touch. “Want to talk about it?”

“Yes, darling, I do,” he began. “Thor uses brute strength, and not to mention Mjolnir, when we train. Yet I am unable to use my magic, for it is against the rules that he set for our sessions. Just like back home. He doesn’t even seem to have a strategy; just punch. It is so unfair!”

“Extremely so,” you agreed. “Have you tried talking to him? Or not training with him anymore.”

“I have, but he just makes those pathetic puppy-dog eyes. Says it reminds him of Asgard. I, on the other hand, was hoping this would be one of the things I could escape by moving to Midgard, these wretched training sessions.” He sighed again. “It makes me think I preferred my cell.”

“You don’t mean that!” you said in a panic. It broke your heart to hear him say such a thing.

“You are right, I do not,” he calmed you. He pulled back from your embrace a little so he could cup your cheeks. “It is just very frustrating.”

“Well, if you ever need to rant, I’m here.”

“I know, darling. Thank you.”

He leaned in as if he was going to kiss you. You tried not to get your hopes up. Heaven knows how many times you’d been in this same situation, one of you leaning in towards the other before thinking better of it. Everyone else in the Tower seemed to be over the unspoken thing between you and Loki. Quite frankly, you were pretty exasperated with it, too. Still, that voice in your mind kept wondering if maybe you were wrong, if there was no unspoken thing. Then you’d look like an absolute fool, and maybe even lose your best friend. Or, at very least, make things uncomfortable between you for a while. Regardless, the pattern continued, and he broke away.

“Darling?” he said after a minute of silence spent sitting in such a close proximity without actually doing anything, that it was bordering more on awkward than adorable. “I was wondering if you would like to join me tonight in the greenhouse on the roof? There is something I wish to show you.”

“I would love to, Loki,” you replied with a shy smile.

“Well then,” he grinned, placing a small kiss to your knuckles, “I shall see you there, 8 pm sharp.”

As he left you on the couch, smiling and giggling to yourself, a simultaneously thrilling and terrifying idea suddenly raced through your mind. Wait, you thought. Did he just ask me out on a date? You supposed there was nothing left to do but wait and see.

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You found yourself wishing you’d worn a heavier coat as you stepped out onto the roof in the cold night air, shivering in your lightweight clothes. You chose to wear your favorite top, which just so happened to be the same shade of green that Loki had claimed as his own over a millennium ago. It was purely coincidental, you told yourself; it definitely hadn’t become your favorite top when you noticed the way he looked at you when you wore it. That was preposterous, of course.

As you stepped into the greenhouse, you found that your choice of clothes wasn’t so terrible, after all. The glass room was temperature controlled and dimly lit. It was so warm, in fact, you wondered if you might have to take your hoodie off. You wouldn’t mind, of course. You’d be able to show off your shirt even more. You quickly shook your head before you got started on that train of thought again. It’s not like he specifically said it was a date, so you shouldn’t get too far ahead of yourself. Though, if anything was going to convince you this was one, it would be the romantic atmosphere, and the way Loki was sitting on a blanket with a picnic basket, pillows and fallen petals surrounding him.

“Darling,” he said upon spotting you. “There you are. Right on time.”

“Yup. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. But, uh, what exactly is this?”

“The Epiphyllum oxypetalum.”

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, looking at him like he had six heads. You had been hoping his answer would be more along the lines of ‘this is a date’ or ‘we’re just hanging out’. But nope, he’s speaking Latin or something.  

“Epiphyllum oxypetalum. More commonly known as the queen of the night,” he explained, patting the spot next to him on the blanket. “It is my favorite flower.”

You hesitated a second before going to sit beside him. “May I ask why?”

“You may, indeed,” he replied, eyes lighting up. “See, when I was younger—one hundred, maybe two hundred years old—my mother grew this flower in her garden, but I could never see it bloom. I would watch it all day, but then when I went to sleep and came back in the morning, I just found out more had wilted without ever having bloomed! It was infuriating. Well, I went to my mother about it, and she explained that it only bloomed once. At night. So, we stayed up all night to watch them. It was, in a word, magical. Something about the way they will only bare themselves to those patient enough to wait, to look carefully. I can not explain it, but it is wonderful.”

“I think I can explain it.” You looked at him with a soft gaze and took his hand, swiping your thumb over his knuckles. “The flower and you are kind of one and the same, don’t you think?”

“Perhaps.”

“Like the way you let yourself be true to who you are around me,” you continued. “It’s like the blooming thing. I think it’s sweet.”

“Well, of course you would. Somehow you seem to think I have never done any wrong,” he said, a nearly imperceptible tear rolling down his cheek. Nearly. You leaned in and kissed the wet drop away. He looked startled as you pulled back, and he held you an arms length away. “Darling.”

“Sorry,” you said, silently cursing yourself. “I hope that was alright. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I can go, if you want.”

“No, please do not mistake this as me wanting you to leave,” he quickly pleaded. “I want you closer, even. It is just that you compare me to this flower, though it is beautiful. But me? I am a monster.”

“Hey, it’s ok. You’re not. Look at me? Please?” you asked, cupping his cheek as he stared at the ground. “You are not, I repeat, are not a monster. Loki, you are good, kind. Those who have hurt you do not dictate who you are. I love you, Loki, and I don’t think I could love a monster.”

His face said nothing, but a million thoughts flashed behind his eyes. You? Love him? By all accounts, it made no sense. Could he be dreaming? He must be.

“You should not love me. I do not deserve it. What if I hurt you?”

“Well, I’m surprisingly resilient,” you joked, trying to cheer him up. “But that doesn’t matter because you’re not going to hurt me. So whether I should or should not—and really, who’s to say?—I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you a thousand times, to the moon and back. With all my heart, every fiber of my being. I love you.”

Loki didn’t even think, he just kissed you. He kissed you so deeply, so passionately, you forgot everything else you ever knew. It was just him now, in this moment. His scent, his touch, his lips. Him. Perfect and loving and gentle and tender. Neither of you moved, besides to wrap your arms around each other, to hold each other even closer, to deepen the kiss even more. Other than that, you just sat there, lips locked, affirming everything your words said and didn’t say. Nothing else mattered. Just him, king of the night. King of your heart.

“I love you, too, darling,” he said. He had pulled away just enough to speak what was on his mind, and his lips brushed yours as he spoke. “I am still dangerous. I still fear I will hurt you, ruin you. But I cannot go on without you. If I am to allow myself one thing, it must be this. Oh darling, I love you as I never have anything or anyone before. No throne could compare, no crown could better. All the gold and riches in the Nine Realms could not even dream of competing with your kiss, your embrace. I love you so wholly and completely, I do not know how I ever lived without you.”

“Loki,” you whispered. He was looking in your eyes so intently it made goosebumps erupt on your skin. “You’re more beautiful than every flower, more precious than their delicate petals. I don’t think words will ever be enough to tell you how I feel.”

“I agree, words will never suffice.”

He kissed you again, trying to express everything he didn’t know how to say, everything he didn’t understand about how this could be real. And you responded, reassuring him that it was real, that he did deserve it. That what you felt for him in this moment would never go away. It would only get more intense, more powerful. Loki wasn’t sure what magic you were working exactly, but he started to believe. He supposed that was just the power of love.

Eventually, you broke apart and laid down next to each other. You chatted a little, but fell into periods where you just held each other. The picnic basket he’d brought was filled with your favorite foods, and you snacked on them a bit, holding small bites to the other’s lips. You watched the flowers, too. A few of them bloomed as you looked on, and it brought a smile to your lips. The smile that bloomed on Loki’s face was even more breathtaking than the opening petals, in your opinion.

“Loki,” you said, and he turned to look at you, gently caressing your cheek. “Thank you so much for sharing this with me.”

“Of course, darling. It is like I said,” he replied, a light, happy sound in the tone of his voice. “I love you. I am glad you like it.”

“And like I said, I love you, too. I really do like it. It’s beautiful, just like you.”

Again, the two of you met in a kiss. Whether or not he had intended for this to be a date, it had sure turned into one. And something more, too. A new beginning, a perfect start to something that would last long beyond just one night. You’d planted the flower of your love, and you knew its petals wouldn’t wilt in the light of day; they’d last forever.

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