#like the reverse of a poker face

[thelastwalkingsoul]

Eddie is really good at poker. Like, ridiculously good. Wayne taught him when he was younger and he grew in skill over the years. He and Wayne play when they can, especially when the cold weather and rain keep them both inside the warm trailer. It was a way for them to bond and spend time together.

During one of the many spontaneous gatherings the group has, someone suggests they play poker. Only a few of the kids actually know how to play so the teens spend the next hour trying to teach them.

Once they actually start playing, Eddie absolutely smashes all of them, winning most of the rounds. He grins his usual wide grin, humour evident on his face as the kids all accuse him of cheating in various volumes. The teens simply sit there, impressed.

Steve? Well, Steve finds it hot as hell.

#Eddie's good at poker #that's the headcanon #he'd be great at faking his facial expressions #like the reverse of a poker face #eddie #eddie munson #the party #the party stranger things #stranger things #wayne munson #headcanon #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #souls headcanons

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer protecting an artist reader

・❥ You left the hotel that day to go shopping, and you came back with blood splattered across your clothes

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x: 13k words?!! this is why the wait was long y’all 😭😭 i spoil you too much

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, SMUT!!

“Uno!” 

“Damnit, Husk! Why’d you got to do me like that for?!” Angel Dust hissed, clenching the cards in his hand tightly as he stared at the freshly placed ‘Wild +4’ on the table in front of him.

“You askin’ a gambler to play a game of cards and still expect princess treatment? Please.” Husk rolled his eyes before taking a sip from his glass of brandy. 

“I know your games, Kitty. You could’a played that on Charlie when the order was reversed but saved it just for me didn’t ya?”

“Whatever you say, the color is green anyway.” 

Angel Dust huffed in annoyance as he placed the extra cards in his deck, muttering something under his breath. Besides him, Vaggie placed down a green card of her own, her eyes squinted with a look of concentration, calculating her next move. 

You were sitting a few chairs over, on the other side of the table. Besides you was Charlie, leaned back in her chair, only three cards left in her hand. She would be the last person to go before it was Husk’s turn once more. 

When they had invited you to play some cards, you were expecting something like Blackjack or Poker, not UNO. 

You were shocked they even had something like this in Hell, but in truth, it could become a very bloodthirsty game rather quickly. Not to mention, it was a cult classic, and it made sense for even the residents of such a place to still hold nostalgia for it even after their death.

Charlie had proclaimed it was a great bonding session while also helping to teach valuable skills like patience and communication. As being part of the staff, it was mandatory for you.

It had only been a few days since Lucifer kissed you on that rooftop, and your cheeks still heated everytime you thought about it.

Looking back down at the cards in your hand, you analyzed your possible moves. You had a good amount of cards still left in your deck, but the one you had been eyeballing was a green ‘+2’. Maybe that single card could help turn the tides, and someone other than Husk would win for once.

The spot besides Vaggie was empty, a small hand of cards laid face-down on the table in front of the chair. It was Sir. Pentious’ turn, but he was nowhere in sight. 

“How long has Snake Boy been in the bathroom? Somebody better go check up on him.” 

“Give him a few more minutes, I think it was the Mexican we had earlier coming back to haunt him.”

“Well if he doesn’t hurry, we’re gonna replace him with Niff.”

You ignored the other’s conversation, instead pivoting slightly in Charlie’s direction. You had a plan, but it would only work with the assistance of the demon princess.

“Pssst, Charlie!” You whispered, using a hand to shield your words from the rest of the players.

“Yes?” She inquired, leaning closer to you. KeeKee lifted her head from Charlie’s lap, and you gave her a quick scratch between her ears.

“Do you have a ‘+2’?” 

“Maybeeee,” Charlie answered, her eyes scanning her cards before landing back on you, “Why?” 

“If I put one of mine down, stack it with yours. That way Husk gets four!” 

Charlie looked over at Husk, who was sitting with his chest puffed, and a single card in his paws as he eyed the winners pot. Which was a couple of mints, a large candy bar, three dollars, and a coupon for a discount on movie tickets. 

There was a bag of a mysterious white powder in the mix that Angel Dust had placed earlier, but it was gone now. You assumed that Charlie had probably swiped it so she could burn it later.

Charlie turned back to you, her mouth downturned.

“But that’s so meannnn,” She whimpered, her eyes glistening, “Husk has worked so hard to get down to that!”

“It’s UNO, Charlie! It’s not a game for the weak. Husk only has one card and I swear if you let him win, i’ll- i’ll… I won’t paint your nails tonight!” 

Charlie grimaced, grief written across her face as she contemplated the incredibly tough decision she had to make. 

“Hey, you two stop plotting over there!” Vaggie glared in your direction, her arms crossed  “Pretty sure that counts as cheating!” 

“We were just talking about the weather!” Charlie quickly responded, before nervously biting her lip. 

It was then Sir. Pentious arrived, apologizing profusely before returning to his seat and picking his deck back up. He analyzed his cards for a moment, before quickly placing down another green. 

‘Damnit’, you cursed internally, ‘The color hasn’t changed, now it’s really up to Charlie.’

It was finally your turn, and slowly pulling out the ‘+2’ from your hand, you placed it on the table. You hit Charlie with a hard stare, silently threatening her with the loss of a manicure.

You two had been spending more time together recently, ever since she appeared at your friend’s art studio, leaving you to wrangle in a practically nude Lucifer for the duration of your class. 

After that, you were no longer worried about whether Charlie was unsupportive of your relationship with Lucifer. It was clear she wanted the best for her father, and his mood had been improving with you around.

Sometimes, while you were sketching out new ideas for your next project, she’d knock quietly at your door, asking for your assistance in matters pertaining to the rest of the residents in the hotel.

“I just wish Angel Dust would try harder to drop the heavy drugs,” She had moaned to you one day, sitting on your bed as she clutched a stuffed animal of yours to her chest, “I mean the drinking? Whatever, for now. I’m sure those in Heaven probably do the same. But, Cocaine?” 

She exhaled a large breath and averted her gaze, her lips pursed as she continued.

“I messed up big time when I tried to put my foot down for his sake back at the filming studio. Now i’m just.. scared to say anything about it, I don’t want to re-ignite any fire between us.”

You had nodded along while listening to her words, your fingers tapping against the wooden easel as you contemplated.

“Maybe you should try sitting him down and having a heart-to-heart with him?” You suggested gently, putting down your pencil.

“Express your concerns and offer your support. With the business he’s in and the.. culture that surrounds it, I have no doubt those closest to him are only continuing to perpetuate his, erm, activities.”

She regarded your words for a moment, staring down at her shoes as she let that sink in. 

“You could even take it a step farther and invite him to different groups or classes. There are many places around the city that do things like pottery, poetry, even shitty horse riding lessons. Maybe if he found something of interest, it would help in replacing those bad habits.”

Slowly, Charlie’s head started to nod, and she met your gaze with fresh determination.

“You’re right! It’s time for me to step up and be his support beam. If I can’t get him to make better choices, then what’s the point of the hotel? I’m sure the others will agree to help!” 

She crossed the room, and gave you a large bear hug. She squeezed the breath out of your lungs, but you only returned the hug, eager to show her your support.

Quickly, like she had done something wrong, she pulled her arms back to her sides and stepped back, creating a gap between the two of you. Nervously, she twisted a piece of her hair around her finger and bit her lip. 

“To be honest, I really enjoy talking to you about this kind of stuff. You just have this aura that makes me want to spill all my secrets, just like I used to with my mom...”

Those last few words that left Charlie’s lips were in a whisper. Your eyes widened at that. Did she regard you as a semi-parental figure now that you’ve slowly slipped into the Morningstar family? 

Her mother was a tough subject for her, since she had no idea where Lilith had scurried off to during these last seven years. All she had was the dream that her mom had left in her absence, and the will to enlighten the lost souls of Hell.  

You never would imagine replacing Lilith, for either Charlie or Lucifer. She was the Queen of Hell, their rock during the beginning of Hell’s creation. It was only natural she still held a piece of their hearts.

Slowly, you reached out, and gingerly took her hand. You squeezed it, a silent gesture of comfort.

“I’m just glad I can be your support beam,” You had conceded, “you’re doing such a great job with the hotel. Your ideas deserve to be heard, deserve to be tried. I’m really proud of you for taking such a large step, and i’m glad to be along for the journey with you.” 

It was then that Charlie’s breath hitched, her cheeks turned a faint shade of red, and her eyes began to glisten. 

You rushed forward quickly as her lips began to quiver, and pulled her into another warm embrace. She melted into it, leaning into your chest as you heard quiet sniffles originating from the princess.

“That is just so refreshing to hear, you have no idea.” She answered after a moment, before standing up straight and taking a step back. Rubbing the short trail of tears away, she sent you a warm smile before waving farewell and disappearing out of your room.

Days like that continued, where she’d ask for your advice or share the latest gossip around the hotel. 

“Jesus, Charlie. What’s got you so twisted? Play a card!” Angel Dust’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. Blinking a few times, you twisted your head in Charlie’s direction to see what the fuss was about.

She sat there in her chair, the cards slightly trembling in her hands, as she was faced with an uncomfortable decision. You swore you saw a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead, like she was deciding the fate of Husk’s life instead of the number of cards in his paws.

“I.. I just- Oh! I just can’t do it!” Charlie sobbed, before hastily pulling two more cards into her hand from the small deck on the table.

You groaned, slapping a hand to your forehead. Damnit, you should have known better. 

There was a chorus of groans intermixed with yours as Husker let out a loud, boisterous laugh. Slamming his final card on the table, he quickly reached out and pulled the winner’s pot towards him. 

He plucked out a mint with his claws before throwing it in his mouth, sucking on it loudly, letting everyone hear the tastes of victory.

“Yeah, yeah. Y’dont gotta rub it in.” Angel Dust muttered, before standing up and stretching his arms. After a few pops of his joints, he sighed, pulling out his phone. He grimaced as he read the words on the screen.

“It looks like Val needs me in the studio, I better run.” 

The group of friends began to clean up the table, shuffling cards before placing the deck back into the small box. Watching him leave, a pang of sympathy hit you. You couldn’t imagine being stuck in a contract, let alone as volatile as his.

You didn’t miss the mirrored look Husk gave as he too watched Angel Dust walk through the doors.

Rising from your seat, you stepped away from the group. Checking the clock, you realized you still had enough time to go on your resupply run before it got too dark out. You had your money on you already, so it was just a matter of writing up a quick list and walking out the door. 

Walking up to the front desk right next to the hotel entrance, you rummaged through the drawers before pulling out a small notepad. 

Placing it on the desk, you reached over and grabbed the pen from its respective holder. You began scribbling down different items you needed to gather:

Acrylic paint

Cleaning sponge

Extra palette knife 

Laundry detergent

Catnip 

Nail poli-

“Greetingsss!”

You jumped, the pen you were holding clattering back onto the desk. Spinning, your eyes land on the tall snake-demon resident, his fangs extended in an imitation of a smile.

“Sir. Pentious! You can’t sneak up on me like that!.” You exclaimed, exhaling a large breath to calm your nerves. 

His hood drooped slightly, guilt crossed his face at your fright. 

“Oh dear, i’m terribly sssorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to speak to you, only for a moment.”

You perked at his words. You didn’t know much about Sir. Pentious, he rarely had the courage to have a full conversation with you. He reminded you more of a mouse, then a snake. Always very polite, careful not to push others' buttons, and with a bit of anxiety. It humored you that he used to be a bad person, he was so sweet!

“Of course! What is it you need?” 

“Well..” He started, rubbing his hands in a self-soothing motion, “There is ssomeone I would like to pursue romantically, and, well, I wasss hoping you could help me in courting her?” 

“Oh, well- I’d love to but I'm not exactly qualified for that.” You laughed, surprise written on your face. That was not what you were expecting him to ask. 

“Of courssse you are! You managed to establish an intimate relationsship with His Majesty, the ruler of Hell!”

Your eyes widened. That’s why he wants your opinion? Sure, you did manage to bag the most powerful being in the realm. Someone regarded as cold and narcissistic by outsiders, but not to you. He was more than just his power and his fame when it came to what you loved about the fallen angel.

“Well, yes. That’s definitely true. But, it wasn’t really the conventional way. Lucifer is a.. colorful character.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Remember that art class I hosted a few months ago? Yeah, he was laying practically butt-naked on a couch in front of me the entire duration.”

“Oh dear.. perhapss you are right.” 

You contemplated his question, though. There had to be something you could give him that would help. Perhaps, to gift her something unique. That would prove his interest.

“Well.. what does she like?” 

“Pardon?” 

“Does she have any hobbies or interests? You are a very talented inventor, and some people really enjoy hand-made gifts. That tells them you care about them enough that you’ll sweat a little to make them happy!”

“Oh, why yesss! She is interested in blowing things up with her grenades!” Sir. Pentious squinted in concentration as he considered your words. His eyes widened as a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Thatsss it! I will design her grenades that do a better job at blowing stuff up!”

“Okay, I wasn’t really thinking tha-”

“Oh, thank you! You are such a good lissstener, I must come to you more often for advice!” Sir. Pentious took your hand in glee, shaking it vigorously as he continued, “I will ssstart working on it right away! She will be head over heels for me now!” 

You smiled warmly at him as he spoke. Though you weren’t expecting him to choose a dangerous weapon as a gift for whoever he was trying to court, at least you managed to help him in his endeavor.

“I’m happy you’ve found a solution! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go do some shopping.” You turned away from him slightly, scribbling down the remaining item on the notepad.

“Oh, what are you getting?” 

“Just some art supplies and a few other minuscule items over on the East Side,” you responded, “I should be back in a couple of hours.”

“Oh, my! It’sss getting very dangerous over there recently! Are you sure you want to go?” 

You lifted your head at his words. That side of the city was dangerous now? Isn’t that where Angel Dust’s studio is? 

“What do you mean, Sir. Pentious?”

“A large group of thugs have moved in, causing all sssorts of chaos! It’s not safe to go out alone in that area right now..”

You pondered his words. You didn’t regard yourself as a master of any kind of combat, and you weren't exactly afraid of the mention of gang-members, but, gang-members from Hell? Those were the worst of the worst. 

It’s not like you could ask anyone to join you. Alastor was who-knew-where, Sir. Pentious was going to some kind of annual inventor show soon, and Charlie and Vaggie were off for ‘date night’. You were pretty sure Husk was confined to the hotel unless someone with authority could give him the go. 

Lucifer was busy at some kind of meeting with the other six Deadly Sins. You never pried him on that part of his job, he hated going so you assumed he hated talking about it. He wouldn’t be done for awhile. 

‘Guess i’ll just wait fo-‘

“You ssshould take my Egg Bois!” Sir. Pentious’ words broke you out of your thoughts. Those little egg demons that followed him around everywhere? They were cute.. but could they really protect you?

“What?” 

“I cannot take them with me tonight, and they are trained for all kindsss of combat! They will protect you against any threat.”

“Oh, that’s really sweet of you, but I don’t know if-“ 

“Nonsssense! I insisst! A payment for helping me today.”

You bowed your head slightly in defeat. You weren’t too thrilled about having to babysit a bunch of eggs, but you trusted Sir. Pentious. If he said his boiz could protect you, then you’d believe it. 

“Alright, fine.”

✧༺🤍༻∞

“Your eyes are so pretty!” 

“Thank you.” 

“Uh, Not-Boss? I have to pee!” 

“That’s why I asked if you had to go before we left, Frank, now you’ll have to hold it in.”

“Can we stop for ice cream?” 

“After shopping.”

“Yay!”

It was only when you arrived at the East Side Market did you realize how badly you needed a car. That way, your ear wouldn’t have been talked off for so long. 

It wasn’t too bad, really. They were very obedient, never straying from your side as you traveled across the city. They told jokes that were so bad, you laughed at how much they made you cringe. They had very good manners too, always saying ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’.

Just one more street to cross, before you’d be at the art supply shop. Your little group neared the busy intersection, the light still green for the cars that sped by. Halting at the curb, you looked down at the Egg Bois before addressing them.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s hold hands while we cross. Here, Frank, come over to the right and take my hand.”

Frank sidled up to you, reaching up to grab on to your pinky. His entire hand wrapped around the single digit, and you wondered how exactly these guys had black belts in martial arts. 

As the ‘Walk’ signal blinked, you strode across the road. Squeezing past other pedestrians as they walked besides you, your eyes always glancing down to make sure the bois were safe.

Walking past a few more shops, your feet rested in front of a large, pink building. A paintbrush and palette imprinted on its front door. Turning towards the Egg Bois, you bent down to address them.

“Alright, i’ll only be in there for a few minutes. Guard the door, please.” 

The cluster of eggs saluted you, their features serious.

“You got it, Not-Boss!” 

Giving them a quick farewell nod, you walked through the open door. Disappearing from their sight.

Inside, you zig-zagged through the aisles. Each was one specific to a different art form. There was a row that held webs of colorful yarn, and you saw shades you honestly didn’t even know existed. 

You reached the aisle containing the paint supplies, your hand skimming across the shelves as you searched for a palette knife. You needed a smaller sized one, that way your accuracy in texturing feathers would improve. 

Recently, you found your paintings were filled with more and more waterfowl and angels. It was a repetitive pattern that only refined your abilities on recreating such ethereal scapes.

Before, your work exhibited many sexual themes. It wasn’t that much of a bother, you were making good money and still doing what you loved. But, damn, did it get mundane. How many tits were you going to be forced to see in your lifetime? 

When Charlie welcomed you to the hotel, it was like a breath of fresh air. Finally, you could crack your knuckles to get your creative juices flowing. It really brought back a ton of nostalgia too, from your time living on Earth.

Placing a few more items into your basket as you walked, you began to head for the cashier. Hopefully, the Egg Bois were doing okay an-

Bzzt Bzzt

Your eyes shot to the phone in your possession. It vibrated softly as it buzzed, and you quickly reached for the phone. Someone was calling you. Without even looking at the name, you tapped the green button, and held the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” 

“Darling~” 

Your cheeks heated just hearing Lucifer’s voice on the other end, the familiar velvet tone like music to your ears. A smile formed on your lips as you stopped in your tracks.

“Hello, Handsome. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just got done with that meeting with the Sins. Thank god.”

“Was it bad?”

“It was the usual. Satan can’t control his cowboys from causing trouble outside his Ring, and Leviathan just complains about everyone else getting special treatment,” Lucifer cleared his throat, before continuing, “so, I was wondering what you were up to. Working hard?” 

“I’m out shopping right now, actually.” You replied. You heard shuffling on the other end, like Lucifer had stood up.

“Oh, really? Let me guess.. your resupply run?” 

“Bingo.” You smiled. He was catching on to more and more of your routines as time went on. 

“Well,” His tone turned playful, you could practically hear the smirk on his lips, “lucky for you, i'm also out.”

“Really?” You questioned, with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yep, and actually-”

Lucifer’s voice turned to static, and you pulled the speaker an inch away from your ear. Was there a bad signal? You didn’t have enough time to think about that, before his voice returned crystal clear on the other end.

“-I think I see you right now!”

What?

“What?”

“Wow, is that a new outfit you’re wearing? It looks good!”

Slowly, you turned to the direction of the large storefront windows. Your eyes scanned the streets, looking for any signs of the fallen angel. It wasn’t until you scooted slightly over, to look past the large poster covering your view, did you spot the glint of pale blonde hair. 

Your mouth dropped. Standing across the street, looking directly at you, was Lucifer. He didn’t sport the usual overcoat and hat, instead he wore his casual red-and-white striped waistcoat, the sleeves of his undershirt rolled up to partially expose his forearms.

He also wore a pair of black sunglasses, which you found kind of odd. You’ve never seen him with any kind of eyewear before today. Noticing your gaze, he waved to you, slightly bouncing on his toes.

You quickly tapped your screen to end the call, rushing toward the check-out counter. You kept taking glances at Lucifer through the windows, your smile widening everytime your gaze traveled down his frame.

The cashier handed you the receipt, and you hurriedly ran out the door. You skidded to a halt at the curb, just as Lucifer crossed the street. He sidled up beside you, grinning warmly. 

“I’m really happy to see you, but aren’t you worried you’ll get, like, mobbed or something out here? It’s pretty busy today. Don’t most demons recognize you?” You asked.

Lucifer nodded his head, before tapping the sunglasses on his face. You wondered how they held to his face so well. Magic? 

“That’s what these are for, they mask my appearance to everyone but you. And, now that I mention it..” Lucifer trailed off, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pair of sunglasses, “here, I bought these for you.”

He extended his arm, holding the sunglasses towards you. Reaching out, you gingerly pull them from his grasp, turning them over in your hands. There are words etched into the side of one the arms, and your eyes widened as you read the brand.

“These are Ray-Burn sunglasses! How much did you spend on these?” You questioned him. Ray-Burn was a very high-end retailer, and they were a luxury you could never have afforded. Lucifer only shrugged, crossing his arms. 

“I didn’t check, I just thought they’d look great on you.” 

Heat creeped onto your cheeks at his response. Your finger caressing the glasses as you processed his words. You had been checking out this specific pair quite some time, they were stylish and bold. 

“A work of art,” You had joked to Lucifer once, “They always come out with such pretty designs, one day i’ll get my hands on one.”

He must have kept your promise for you, and that made your heart flutter. Except, for the fact he didn’t need to do that. You would have loved any pair if Lucifer was the one giving it to you. 

“Why didn’t you just make one, instead of spending money on me?” 

“Because, you were eyeing this specific pair. While I have no doubt one of my versions would have looked fantastic on you. I can’t argue with your choice of style. Now put those bad boys on.”

Carefully, you slipped them on your face. You adjusted them slightly, centering them before releasing your grip. You blinked, the light hitting your eyes was much softer now, which was actually quite refreshing.

Lucifer whistled flirtatiously at you, “You look ravishing. Now, what about me?” 

He twisted his body and lifted his head up, posing like he was a cover girl in a magazine.  Puckering his lips, he lifted his brows at you. Waiting for your response.

Stupidly gorgeous, you thought, ogling him. 

“Perfect.”

“That’s right.” He agreed, nodding his head.

It was then that five eggs rolled into view. They bounced into one another, before standing on their legs. They looked up at you, before saluting.

Lucifer recoiled at the sight of them, stepping behind you slightly. 

“What the hell are those things?” He whispered in your ear. 

“My bodyguards!” You proclaimed with a smirk, pivoting to face him. Placing your hands on your hips, you eyed your temporary entourage.

“Ohhhh, I get it. Paint a few portraits and suddenly your top dog, hm?”

“Obviously. The Envy Ring has eyes on me 24/7.” You tried to hold in a laugh.

Lucifer smiled, before pulling you besides him. “Well, it’s a good thing I have you all to myself now.” 

He leaned forward, lips puckered for a kiss. Eyes widening, you quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, side-eyeing the multiple onlookers.

“Not in front of the little guys, they're too young to fill their heads with such things.” 

You felt air hit your palm as he sighed at your response, before pulling away. He turned his head toward the Egg Bois with a slight glare, and Frank walked forward. 

“Is this guy bothering you, Not-Boss? Want us to rough him up for you?” He raised his fists, giving the air a quick punch to display his combat prowess.

“Excuse me?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow. You realized he was probably not used to lower demons like the Egg Bois speaking to him in such a manner. Even in a disguise.

“I don’t think he knows he’s talking to the big bad boss of Hell.” you teased, amusement glinting in your eyes. 

Frank’s eyes widened, he jumped back. It made both you and Lucifer reel back in surprise at the egg’s frightened reaction.

“Boss of Hell? You mean like Lucifer?!”

The Egg Bois behind him looked amongst themselves, fear flickering across their face. They whispered to each other, you could only make out a few words like ‘kill’ and ‘torture’.

“Haven’t you heard?” Frank continued, “He steals souls and drinks the blood of babies!”

“Oh, he does more than just that,” Lucifer started, stalking toward the egg-demon menacingly, “he roasts them alive to eat, and anyone of similar size!” 

The egg boi trembled, his little legs starting to shake as he listened to Lucifer’s words.

“Oh, golly..” He whispered with a quivering lip. 

Sending Lucifer a glare, you not-so-gently elbowed him in the side.

“What are you doing?” You whispered. Was he trying to make the little guy crack?

“Just keeping up my image, can’t have anyone thinking the almighty ruler of Hell fancies taking his lover for strolls down the markets!” 

You shot him another glare and Lucifer sent an apologetic smile. He slowly knelt down to Frank’s height, patting him on the top of his shell. “Don’t worry, little guy. I heard he prefers pancakes over scrambled eggs.”

Frank’s frown waned a tiny bit, his legs stilled as the panic subsided. The other eggs behind him visibly relaxed as well.

“And, who could ever eat a wittle adowable face like yours,” Lucifer cooed sweetly, rubbing the sides of Frank’s shell like he was trying to squeeze his cheeks, who giggled at the touch. Lucifer stood up, a smirk gracing his lips.

“Well, now that I'm here. That means you don’t need any bodyguards. Say goodbye!” He turned to you, snapping his fingers. Your eyes widened as the Egg Bois vanished in a flash of golden waves. You felt bad you didn’t get to say goodbye.

“You know, I did promise them ice cream.”

Lucifer waved his hand in a brushing motion, “we’ll stop and get them some on the way back.” 

You both continued to walk down the street, glancing into different shops as you set your eyes on something unique. Lucifer filled the time by continuing his rant of the other Sins. You listened intently, your knowledge of other powerful demons— apart from alastor, wasn’t very vast. He also mentioned wanting to find a gift for Charlie, and that got you scanning every display window on the street.

It wasn’t until the two of you stopped at a storefront and peeked through the glass display did you see something of interest. Across the hidden barrier, was a mannequin with feminine features, sporting a rather stunning red tuxedo with gold lapels. 

“I think Charlie would like that,” You smiled, turning to Lucifer, “she was mentioning a need for a wardrobe upgrade, and it would show you care about her passion with the hotel since she’d wear it for work.”

Lucifer pondered your words for a moment. He cared about his daughter deeply, but his relationship with her was still in the works. Her interests were still foreign to him, and he struggled with coming up with gifts for her, despite acts of service being his love language. Slowly, he nodded.

“What size does she wear? Oh, I guess it doesn’t matter. I can just adjust it for her. Are you coming in?” 

“I’ll wait out here, see if there’s anywhere else we can stop.” You replied. Lucifer nodded, before pulling open the front door and slipping inside. 

You turned, scooching as close to the wall as to not impede on the flow of pedestrian traffic. Your eyes scanned the other stores. Wait, didn’t you still need nail polish? What stores around here would sell tha-

Bzzt Bzzt

Your phone vibrated again. Raising your eyebrows, you checked the name this time. The words on the phone read ‘Charlie’ and you quickly answered it. 

“Hello?”

“Hi! I’m sorry to bother you, but are you still shopping?” Charlie asked, her tone strange to you. Worried, perhaps. 

“Yes, I am. I’m almost done though, why, what’s up?”

“It’s Angel Dust,” She spoke quickly, “the last time I talked to him he stopped at a bar at the edge of the East Side Market hours ago, and now he won’t answer any of my messages. I’m just worried about him.” 

“Well, I’m at the East Side Market now. I can check up on him, if you want, maybe even drag him back to the hotel.” 

“Really?” Charlie said, her tone lifting at your words, “Oh, thank you! That would be great, please let me know what happens..”

You promised her you would, before hanging up. Just as you set the phone down, Lucifer exited the store. He held a large pink bag in his hands as he strolled towards you.

“Alright, where to next?” 

You turned to him, arms crossed. “Angel Dust is somewhere around here no doubt blackout drunk, and I have to go make sure he’s okay. It’s the club right down the street here, will you come with me?”

Sensing the urgency in your tone, Lucifer nodded. He laced your fingers with his before speaking, “if that’s what you want, of course.”

Quickly, you pulled him down the street. A large, dark building came into view. To be honest, if the figure of a stripper wasn’t etched into its sign, you wouldn’t have guessed it was a club. It looked like a run down industrial building, but the heavy vibrations from the music inside told you otherwise. A large crowd of people were standing up front, some held cigarettes or beers in their hands as they chatted waiting to enter. You couldn’t see a bouncer, maybe it was going to be easier than you thought to get in.

“I think this time, it’s your turn to go in alone,” Lucifer stopped at the doors, turning to you, “this crowd is a little too big for my liking..”

“That’s fine. I shouldn’t be long, i’ll be down here in a few minutes.” Your lips brushed his cheek before you reluctantly pulled your hand from his grip. Maneuvering through the crowd, trying not to bump into too many stumbling drunks, you stopped at the door. With a quick glance at your surroundings and Lucifer, you pulled open the large door and slipped inside.

Flashing multi-color lights hit your eyes as they lit up your frame from the other end of the dark hallway. Shadowy figures passed your peripheral vision as they danced. Round tables were stacked with empty drinks, with groups of partiers standing around them as they chatted and laughed.

The music was loud too, drowning out your thoughts so all that was left was the single mission: Find Angel Dust.

Quickly, you crossed the room, your feet stopping at the bar. You turned your head, scanning for any signs of bright pink fuzz. You found none, and your eyes instead landed on a staircase. There were multiple floors to this place? Hopefully, Angel Dust wouldn’t be far away.

A man at the bar winked at you, and you quickly turned away, hurriedly making your way to the stairs. You lept over multiple steps, until your feet touched a hard, wood floor. This area was definitely built for those that wanted to forget whatever shitty day they had come from. 

Strippers danced around large poles on top of platforms connected to each corner of the room. A wall lined with doors, labeled rather indiscreetly as ‘sex’ rooms, caught your eye. He couldn’t be in there, could he? 

“Y’know, my fur gets pinker the more you touch, toots. Ever seen a spider change color?” 

Your head snapped to that familiar voice. Angel Dust leaned against a wall, near the open doors of a large balcony. It was a dark corner of the room, and you would have missed it if not for hearing his voice. He looked really drunk, and you contemplated whether you were actually going to be able to get him out of here. There were multiple large demons around him, leaned in as they listened to Angel talk. They kept glancing at each other, before turning their attention back to the spider-demon. 

You didn’t like the look of them, their faces weren’t friendly and the scars across their skin made you nervous. It wasn’t until one adjusted their position slightly, did you see the gleam of a small dagger attached to their waist belt. You tensed, were these the thugs Sir. Pentious had mentioned? 

“Why don’t you let us take you somewhere nice. eh?” One of them started, scooching closer to Angel Dust, “get some more drinks in your system, relax, whatcha say?” 

You didn’t like where the conversation was going as you eavesdropped. You hurriedly crossed the room, throwing your hands up in the air as you walked towards them.

“Angel! There you are, i’ve been looking all over for you.” 

“Hot cakesss,” Angel Dust slurred in surprise as he turned away from the men and met your eyes, “What are you doing here? This ain’t your type’a place.”

“That’s because i’m here to get you home, buddy. Come on, you’ve had a rough day, doesn’t a warm bed sound nice?”

Angel nodded to that, before turning away from the group of feral-eyed men. He held a small shot glass in his hand as he stumbled up to you, holding it out for you to take. 

“Hereee, have a drink.” 

You shook your head, “No, I shouldn’t, we need to-“

“Cmonnn Hot Cakes, we’re at a club! I ain’t going until you drink.” 

You eyed him, before your gaze snapped to the liquor in his hand. That’s right, it was Angel Dust you were trying to drag home. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, especially with the fact he was almost eight feet tall. With a sigh, you took the shot glass and lifted it to your lips. You threw your head back, downing the contents in one go.

It burned as it traveled down your throat, but slowly, the flavor hit your senses, and you blinked your eyes. You felt.. different, already. You looked at Angel, before setting the glass down on a nearby table. “This was actually kinda good, what is it?” 

“Amrita.”

“What?”

“A sex potion. Y’know, makes your juicy parts tingle, and gets ya craving for a strong man to come satisfy your desires. It works, I promise.” 

Your mouth opened, and then it closed. No way did Angel Dust just give you a libido booster. You put a hand to your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut. Was one shot going to do much? Were you going to become a mess right next to Angel? Fuck, you should have resisted that temptation. 

You wrapped your fingers around Angel’s forearm, pulling him towards the staircase. “Let’s go, Angel, we don’t have time for games.”

He wasn’t able to take a step forward before one of the large onlookers pushed forward between the two of you. His head and body resembled that of a Great White Shark. His cold eyes sent a shiver down your spine, and you took a step back to widen the distance.

“Where are you two heading off to in such a hurry? You interrupted us earlier, friend. Us and the spider were just chatting about him joining us for the night. Isn’t that right?” The man turned to Angel, who only nodded absentmindedly. He mumbled something about never having any ‘real’ fun, whatever that meant.

“My friend here is too drunk to make any kind of decisions by himself,” You replied sternly, hoping your nerves weren’t trickling into your voice, “He needs to go home and rest, now if you’ll excuse me..”  

The man put a hand up as you moved forward, halting you in your tracks. “Your friend here is a big boy. He can make his own choices, and he chose to come with us.” 

You shot him a glare, before looking past him to see the group of demons slowly converge on Angel, who was looking at you with a mixed expression. As if actually deliberating whether to take your hand and leave this noisy place.

“Ow! Watch it, meathead!” Angel snapped as one roughly grabbed his wrist. Pulling him away from you, towards a closed door on the other end of the room.

In a flit of rage at their man-handling, you surged forward, yanking at the thug’s wrist, trying to get him to release Angel. “Hey, let him go! I already told you-”

The words died in your throat as you felt rough hands wrap around your arms, and the sharp pain in your back as you were slammed into the wall. Your eyes snapped up, meeting the shark-faced demon’s cruel gaze and he glared intently at you. 

“And I already told you he’s coming with us. Why don’t you take your little ass back downstairs to where the party is, before I make you.”

You struggled against his grip, but this guy was strong, and your strength was dwindling with every second you fought against him. “Let go of me!” You snapped.

“We should take them with us,” One of the thugs called from behind him as he pulled Angel farther away from you, “don’t want to risk them stirring up trouble.”

Your eyes widened in fear, and your gaze landed back on the demon locking you in place. He looked at his comrade, for a moment, before turning his head to face you. His lips upturned in a vicious grin. 

“Well, what do you think about that, Hot Cakes?” He asked, his grip still tight around your arms, “want to join us for a little fun? Come on, i’m sure you’ll like it. Especially with that drink in your system.” 

Oh no, this was bad. Really, bad. You had no chance against these guys, if only you could get Lucifer’s attention.. 

Suddenly, you were jerked forward, the man’s harsh grip dragging you along towards whatever lay beyond those sex rooms. You struggled, twisting in his grip. “Let go of me!” You begged. 

The heavy bass of the song as it spilled out of the loud-speakers only drowned out your cries. How the hell was everyone so drunk and caught up in their own world that they didn’t notice you being forcefully removed from the scene? The demon just ignored you, and as you crossed in front of the open doorway to the balcony, your breath quickened. Your arm reeled back instinctually, fueled by the adrenaline pumping through your veins. 

“I said, let me go!” You screamed, clocking the shark-faced demon right in the jaw. He reeled back, a curse falling from his lips. His head snapped down to you, before he closed the distance, his chest bumping with yours. You felt your feet lift off the ground for a moment as he shoved you backwards. Your back hit the railing of the balcony, and you stumbled for a moment, trying not to fall backwards. 

The demon pulled you forward by your top, his hot breath hitting your face. His eyes a darkened shade as he fumed before you. “You think you’re top shit, huh? Think you can hit me and get away with it?” He snarled. 

Slightly turning your head to look below you, you realized the balcony was facing the back of the club. There was no one in sight, but you could hear the faint noises from the crowd in the distance. Was Lucifer still at the front door, waiting for you?

Your heartbeat quickened as you locked eyes with him, slowly, you felt him push you forward. Your body leaning farther and farther over the railing, you struggled against him once more. The only thing keeping you from tumbling over was his steel grip on your top. A pang of regret flashed through your mind. Fuck, you were dead. 

“Enjoy your night, Hot Cakes.” He chuckled darkly, before his hand opened, releasing your clothing, and your balance faltered.

“No!” Angel Dust yelled from behind you, his eyes wide in fear as your body flipped over the railing. The man turned away from you, stalking back into the club. The balcony doors slamming shut behind him. You flailed helplessly, letting out a scream as you fell.

As you plummeted, panic surged through your veins, every instinct screaming for survival. The wind whipped past your ears, drowning out all other sound except for the pounding of your heart. In that terrifying moment of free fall, you wished desperately for something, anything, to save you from the impending impact.

At that moment, for the first time in your life, you prayed. You prayed that if not you, at least Angel Dust would make it out alive and unscathed. 

‘Please, don’t let Lucifer find my body’ You begged, as the ground rushed up to meet you.

Just as suddenly as the fall had begun, it halted. Your body jerked to a stop midair, suspended in an inexplicable stasis. Confusion clouded your mind as you blinked. What just happened?

A soft chuckle resonated beneath you, and slowly, you turned your head to see Lucifer. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he extended his arms, a subtle shimmer of golden magic enveloping your form.

With a gentle motion, he guided you down, easing your descent until you landed softly in his embrace. As you caught your breath, relief washed over you.

“When you told me you’d be down in a moment, I didn’t think that meant leaping off the second story.” Lucifer teased.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, trembling slightly. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be a splatter on the ground. 

Inhaling his scent, you softened against him as that familiar smell of apple cinnamon and roses. Fuck, he smelled so good. Your face heating up as you breathed deeply, your thighs beginning to ache. Did he always smell so.. mouth-watering? It made you want to lean over and take a bite, would he taste as good too? He’d probably let you, if you aske-

Wait. What were you doing?! SAVE ANGEL. 

Your brain screamed at you, pulling you harshly back into reality. Was this that drink making you all mushy? Damn, it really was a potion. 

You shook your head, ridding yourself of the fog in your mind as you stared up at him. Quickly, scrambling out of his grip. You took his arm, a pleading look in your eyes.

“You need to help! Angel Dust is up there, and he got taken by a gang or something! They tried to take me too, but I fought back. The-they threw me off the balcony!” The words tumbled out of your mouth in one breath, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins. You couldn’t imagine what could be happening up there, you didn’t want to.

Lucifer frowned, and you swore you saw his pupils dilate behind the shades.

“Who threw you off the balcony?” He growled. 

“The men up there, come on, we need to hurry!” You turned, but not before you felt hands wrapping around your midsection. You heard soft rustling from behind you, and upon turning your head, took in the sight of Lucifer’s large wings extended widely.

“Let’s take the shortcut, hm?” He said, before you both were in the air with a single flap of his wings. You quickly looked around, what if someone saw him like this? It's not everyday a demon saw angel wings, and multiple of them for that matter. Hopefully, they’ll just blame it on their drunken stupor.

Lucifer lifted you up the railing, and you slowly maneuvered out of his grip, your feet hitting the metal landing. He gracefully lowered himself next to you, his wings furling before disappearing into his back. 

Slowly cracking the balcony door open, you both peeked from the doorway. Your head snapped to each side of the room, no Angel. You scanned the chairs situated around the stripper stages, no Angel. 

It wasn’t until your gaze landed on an adjacent room, near a hallway directly to your right, did your eyes narrow. 

“See those guys over there? That’s them. There are a lot more now though. I don’t know where they took Angel, he could be behind that door at the end of the hall.” You whispered to Lucifer, who’s gaze intensified as he analyzed the group.

Tip-toeing back into the building, you stopped short at the corner. Just around the bend, you’d come face to face with your attackers.

“I can take them, no sweat.” Lucifer replied, full confidence in his tone. You didn’t doubt it, but could he fight them without risking Angel Dust’s life? 

“Okay, but I need to check the other rooms,” You replied hurriedly, “There are multiple, um, private rooms up here. He could be in any of them. I need to find him, before it’s too late!” 

You were about to turn away before you felt Lucifer’s grip on your wrist, preventing you from moving. Your gaze met his, but you couldn’t see what he was feeling behind the shades masking his eyes. The slight tinge of fear laced in his voice gave you a clue, though.

“You should wait,” He spoke soft, but firmly, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You shook your head at him, your gaze scanning the large crowd, before turning back with panicked eyes.

“It’s Angel Dust who’ll get hurt if I don’t find him quickly.” Your breath quickening with every second not searching for your friend.

Leaning forward, you grazed his lips with a quick kiss, “I promise, i’ll be alright.”

He looked at you for another moment, as if contemplating whether to force you to stay in the safety of his presence. He didn’t though, instead letting out an exhale of breath.

“Fine. I’ll distract them for you then, and try not to make too big of a scene,” Lucifer adjusted his sunglasses, before continuing, “but, if I don’t see you back here in ten minutes, there won’t be a club to come back to.” He threatened.

You sent him a reassuring smile, his protective nature making your heart flutter. There was no time for swooning now, though, you had a spider-demon to save.

“Oh, and take this. You know how to use one of these, right?”

You looked down at the object in his other hand, your eyes widening at the sight of a small pistol.

“Enough.” Was your only answer as you took it from his grip, adjusting it between your fingers. You weren’t going to ask him where it came from, instead just sending him a silent thanks as you turned away.

Quickly, you slid your wrist out of his grip, and hurried off. Lucifer watched you leave, your form melting into the rest of the partierers on the dance floor.

His gaze lingered on the spot where you had disappeared, before he turned towards the group of demons across the room.

They stood in a huddle, snickering between themselves near the entrance to a mysterious back room. Lucifer cleared his throat, and their heads snapped to him.

The dark corner they were standing in partially masked their features, but that bloodthirsty glint in their eyes was unmistakable.

“So, tell me,” Lucifer began, no hint of emotion in his tone, “Which one of you douchebags has a kink for throwing people off of balconies?” 

“Who the fuck are you?” A tall, shark-faced man demanded harshly.

“Oh, you know…” Lucifer responded, a slight growl dripping from his voice, “Just a concerned citizen.” 

“If you don’t slither back to whatever shit-hole you came out of, Shorty, i’m gonna make sure your last memory is my dagger between your eyes!” 

“Oh, I’ll remember you, alright,” Lucifer chuckled darkly, rolling up his sleeves as he stalked forward, the tips of his horns protruding from his head, “As the latest bottom-feeder who thought he could fuck with the devil.” 

The group of demons regarded him with a confused expression for a moment, their gaze bouncing between each other in silent questioning. Unsure about the stranger’s lack of fear.

The shark-demon turned to face them, his frown deepening as he watched them stand there like children waiting for Mommy’s instruction. 

“Well? What the hell are you waiting for!? Kill him!” 

Brandishing their close-combat weapons, five demons charged at Lucifer. Their menacing frames towering over the smaller man.

“Finally,” Lucifer grinned wickedly, before rolling his shoulders, “Some fun!” 

Fingertips igniting with a golden flame, he surged forward, meeting the oncoming demons halfway. The closest one gripped their axe tightly, before pulling it behind them. In a blink of an eye, they swung their arms forward.

The axe sliced through the air, aimed right at Lucifer's throat. It didn’t connect, as he gracefully leaned backwards, pupils dilating as he watched the weapon whisk right above his hair.

“Missed me!” He yelled playfully, before dodging another swing of a blade. A throwing knife whizzed right past his ear as he evaded the attack. It hit the chest of a demon charging behind him, who fell with a loud thump, their body twitched for a moment, before stilling.

“Missed me again! Wow, you guys suck at this!”

“How is this guy so fast?!” One of the gang-members yelled incredulously, before chucking another throwing knife in Lucifer’s direction. 

He melted into the shadows of the room and the knife hit the opposite wall, embedding into the cracked paint. The group twisted their heads around the area, eyes scanning for the vanishing stranger.

“You look tired!” Lucifer grinned behind one of the thugs, who pivoted with a yelp of surprise at his appearance. The mace in their hand beginning to rise for an attack.

“Why don't you—” Lucifer snarled and reeled back an arm, an enclosed fist at the end of it. He swung it forward and it connected with the larger demon’s stomach, a strangled gasp escaping their lips.

“—Sit down!” 

With a flash of golden light, the demon shot backward. He flew through the air, his back smashing into the window on the opposite wall. He sailed right through it, letting out a shriek as he plummeted towards the ground. 

The scene halted for a moment. Multiple wide eyes snapping from Lucifer to the large, broken window that their comrade had just exited. Pieces of glass scattered across the room were the only remnants of the crime.

“Holy shit..” one muttered quietly in shock, fear etched onto his features. He dropped the weapon in his hand, and scurried off towards the staircase leading out of the club. 

“That’s called karma, bitch!” Lucifer laughed. He stood in the same position he had punched the guy, casually brushing off a few specks of dirt from his sleeves. Adjusting his sunglasses once more, he surveyed the rest of the demons.

“Who’s next?” he grinned. 

The gang-members exchanged nervous glances. Some withdrew a few steps, a few tightened their grip on their weapon with calculating glares. None made the first move.

“Alright then,” Lucifer hummed, “Guess i’ll just have to pick.” 

Snapping his fingers, a whip appeared in his hand. A long, thin wire coated in golden flames dragged across the floor. Scorch marks trailed behind as he slowly stalked forward. With another burst of magic, the room filled with thick, gray fog. To any demon that would walk into the room, they’d probably just think it was the fog machine acting up.

“Eeny..” He started.

Right as the bass dropped, and the floor vibrated beneath his feet, Lucifer cracked the whip. It shot forward, slashing one demon right in the throat. Blood spurted from the gash, and with a few gurgled screams, the demon face-planted onto the floor.

The room went into a panic, as the gang-members frantically searched for the way out of the dense fog. One ran straight into a wall, knocking him unconscious as he slid down the side of it.

“Meeny..”

The music drowned out the whip once more as it curled around the foot of a wolf-built demon, with a harsh tug, the demon clawed for something to grab before he was thrown out the now-broken window. He screams echoing in a mirrored symphony of the last.

“Miny..” 

The whip evaporated from Lucifer’s hand, as he charged an unsuspecting gang-member. They pivoted in his direction, right as he wrapped his hands around their throat. Golden tendrils seeped from under Lucifer’s sleeves, and curled tightly the demon’s neck. With a snap of his wrist, the thug’s head twisted an un-natural angle, and he fell backwards. 

Landing softly in front of the body, Lucifer’s eyes narrowed on the area in front of him. The fog cleared, and the only one left standing was the leader of the gang. His eyes were dark, his teeth bared as his gaze traveled across the broken bodies of his comrades. His rage was going to be the death of him. 

“I’m tired of this shit. Let’s finish this, Pipsqueak!” The Shark-demon roared. Reaching behind him, the gang leader carefully pulled a large, silver machete from the sheath strapped to his back. 

This one was rather different, though. It was laced with shimmering white etchings, that pooled at the tip of the blade. 

Angelic steel.

Lucifer only grinned widely at the sight. Before planting his feet firmly into the ground, the demon would regret thinking he had the upper hand. He should have ran when he had the chance. 

In a flash, Lucifer’s wings unfurled. Bathing the room in a red glow as the tips of his flight feathers grazed the opposite walls. The shark-demon’s eyes widened, his stance faltered for a moment, but the grip of the blade tightened.

“Moe.” Was all Lucifer uttered, and with a large beat of his wings, shot straight for the demon. With a battle cry, the leader raised the machete high, ready to slash at the fallen angel.

At the last second, Lucifer ducked, curling his wings around himself as he evaded the blade and slammed right into the shark’s chest. The heavy blow knocked the demon backwards, and the weapon flew from his grip. 

Reaching out an arm, Lucifer snatched it, turning it on its user. With a downward swipe, he planted the blade right into the fucker’s heart. The demon’s knees hit the floor, as blood dripped from his mouth, the life fading from his eyes.

“This is to make sure you keep your filthy hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarled in the demon’s ear, “know you died simply because your mama’s manners never rubbed off on you.” 

Lucifer stood there for a moment, on the dead man’s corpse. His breath heavy as the thick scent of blood and pain filled his nostrils. He may have descended from the Heavens, but ruling a place like this for so long can really turn a guy feral when it comes to protecting the ones he loves most.

With his wings disappearing back into his frame, Lucifer turned towards the closed door. With a flick of his wrist, it slammed open, and he took a step inside. 

It was empty, stacks of cash laid strewn on the table before him. Bottles of empty liquor sat on the small bar across the room. It seemed like a hideout for the gang, but Lucifer deathly was aware of the silence. There was no Angel Dust, which meant..

A moment of panic overtook him as he backtracked out of the room, his eyes feverishly searching for you. Were you okay? Did they hurt you? It had been long enough, you should have been back by now. He bolted out of the hallway, pushing through the crowd of drunken partiers.

He needed to find you, before it was too late.

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Your feet skidded to a halt in front of the first private room. The line of doors sat in an adjacent room to the dance floor, away from the prying eyes of club-goers. The sign on the door indicated it to you as it was occupied. You took a deep breath, before gripping the handle. 

You yanked open the door, taking in the unwanted sight of two demons naked on the bed. Their heads snapped up, eyes wide at your intrusion.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!!” You screamed to them, covering your eyes.

“It’s okay, Sugar. You can join us if you want!” One yelled at you flirtatiously. 

“No thanks!” You replied as you scurried away, your gaze already zone in on the next room. Jiggling the handle, you found it locked tightly.

You placed an ear to the door, straining for any sounds. Angel was in one of these rooms and you’d make sure he’d come out unscathed.

“Get the fuck off me, you murderer!” You heard a familiar, muffled voice yell behind the door.

Fear gripped at your heart as you recognized his cry. Your head whipped to the bar closest to you, searching for something you could use to break through. Besides the shelf of bottles was a fire extinguisher, bolted to the wall. 

You rushed forward, scanning the area for any signs of the bartender, before grasping the handle tightly. Using all your strength, you pulled it towards you. It snapped off its hinges and caused you to stumble backwards from the force, clutching it to your chest. 

Your head snapped back to the door and you crossed the room. You lifted the fire extinguisher above your head, and waited. Just as the beat dropped, and the speakers filled the room with deafening bass, you smashed the red canister against the handle.

It flew off, skidding across the floor. You dropped the extinguisher, before picking the pistol back up. Lifting your leg, you used all your strength to kick the door open, revealing the scene inside. The scene before you was chilling—Angel, bound to the bed with his clothes slightly torn, struggling against a demon holding him down. Without hesitation, you raised the pistol, aiming it at the demon's head.

"Let him go," you commanded, your voice trembling with fury and determination. 

The demon’s eyes widened at the weapon aimed at his face, before quickly reaching his hands in the air to surrender. “Let’s watch where you point that thing, now.” He joked darkly. 

"Get the fuck out." you snarled, your voice low and threatening. You weren’t sure whether you had the strength to actually pull the trigger, nor did you want to further traumatize Angel Dust.

The demon backed up to the wall slowly, tip-toeing around you as you turned on your heels to continue facing him, the gun never leaving it’s sight of the man. After reaching the door, he quickly fled with his tail between his legs. 

Breathing heavily, you rushed to Angel's side, helping him stand. "We need to get out of here," you said urgently, glancing around for any other threats. 

Angel Dust’s eyes widened at the sight of you, his mouth opened in shock. “I-I thought they killed you!” He sputtered, gripping your arms tightly as his hands came free from the bindings. He looked like he was about to burst into tears. 

It was then that another figure barreled into the room, eyes wide and panic in their voice as they called out for you. You turned sharply, gun drawn once more, aimed right at.. Lucifer’s face. This time without the sunglasses blocking those pretty eyes of his.

Your shaking hands loosened around the gun at the realization, and it dropped to the floor at your feet. 

You rushed forward, wrapping your arms around him. He was okay! Of course he was, but that didn’t mean your mind wasn’t racing with worry for his sake. It was the other way around too, as Lucifer returned the hug ten fold. You could feel his rapid breath against your neck as he melted slightly into you. The worry fading from his eyes, as he gave you once over for any injuries.

“About time, you dick!” Angel muttered besides you, rubbing his wrists where the rope marks were no doubt beginning to bruise beneath his fuzzy. He seemed offley sober now, unlike you, who’s mind was still a bit fuzzy from the Amrita. 

Releasing Lucifer slowly, you stood up, turning back to Angel Dust. He was relatively untouched, it seems you made it just in time.

“Those thugs are taken care of,” Lucifer began, his pupils still dilated to slits as he hissed out the words, “they won’t bother you anymore, although, i’d recommend you stay away from this place from now on.”

Angel Dust nodded besides you, “Y’dont gotta tell me twice. Now, how about we use some of that sick teleportation magic of yours and get the fuck outta here?” 

“That sounds really nice, right about now.” You breathed, a faint smiling appearing on your lips.

You turned towards Lucifer, but a shadowy figure behind him caught your attention. In the doorway, a demon bleeding profusely from his side glared daggers into Lucifer’s back. Raising an arm, you caught the sight of a silver-tipped pistol lifting to aim right at his head.

“Watch out!” You screamed. Instinctually, you shoved Lucifer aside, positioning yourself between the gun and your love. Lucifer’s head snapped in your direction, and his eyes widened as they turned a midnight-red.

“Wait, no-!”

Lucifer started, pulling you close to him, right as the thug pulled the trigger. You heard the sickly pop as the gun fired and squeezed your eyes shut. 

You saw a flash of golden light behind your eyelids, and felt your feet lifted off the ground. You felt a cool breeze hit your face, with the familiar feeling of floating midair. Were you being teleported?

Suddenly, your back hit the hardwood floor of your room in the hotel and your head bounced on the ground. Pain seared through your body as you landed harshly, and you were knocked unconscious. 

Lucifer’s face appeared before yours, his eyes searching for signs of life. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared down at your motionless form. Panic clawed at his insides, threatening to consume him entirely. He reached out trembling hands, fingers shaking as they brushed against your cheek, desperately searching for any hint of warmth. Did the bullet hit you? If it was truly an angelic weapon, there was no chance to save you.

"No," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please, no."

Your eyes flew open, and you shot up from the ground, gasping. Taking in the sight of your atelier, with its canvases strewn across your room, you turned to face Lucifer. Relief flooded his entire being as he watched you awaken. 

A wide smile spread across his face, breaking through the darkness that had threatened to engulf him moments before. "You're alive," he breathed, his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He scanned your body for any blood or injury, and found none.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. "I thought I lost you," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "But you're here. You're safe."

“Angel Dust?” You asked hoarsely.

“Fine. I dropped him in the lobby.”

He held you for a moment longer, before pushing you back. Your breath hitched, watching him. His teeth were bared, his eyes still dark as he regarded you.

“What were you thinking? Trying to save me?”

“What was I supposed to do?! Let the bullet hit you?” 

“Yes!” He snapped, before he closed his eyes, and his features softened. He hung his head, averting his gaze. 

“Your life is much more important than a few holes in my body. I would gladly lay down my life for you or Charlie, I don’t care about the circumstances.”

You wanted to retort, tell him how stupid he is for saying such things. Instead, you sidled up to him. Your knees gently grazed his own, and you took his hand.

“And what about you, hm? Do you think your wellbeing doesn’t matter? You may be a super powerful fallen angel, but you’re still my super powerful angel. You can’t just run off and die and think nobody is going to care.”

Lucifer hummed softly, his head tilting at your words. A smile formed on his lips as he listened. He hadn’t heard anyone speak to him like that in a very long time.

You took in the sight of the most powerful being in the realm. His hair disheveled with sweat beading down his forehead, as the soft red glow from the window lit up his features. You sat there, drinking in his presence. He looked absolutely beautiful, breathtaking even. Watching him practically come apart at the very thought of seeing your lifeless body, it awakened something in you. The driving urge to claim him, once and for all. To make him yours, forever. 

The thought of him defending you, in a way no one ever has before, made you horny. A primitive urge that’s sat dormant since you were first born. 

Is this how the lioness on TV felt when she watched her man tear into a pack of hyenas to protect her and her cubs? Maybe, you were finally understanding it.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, or that damn drink playing with your head, but the heat that slowly crept from between your thighs was unmistakable.

You wanted him so fucking badly.

“What?” Lucifer’s eyes snapped up to you, surprise written on his face.

Shit, did he hear that?

“.. I want you, Lucifer,” You whispered, “I want your heart, your mind.. and your body.”

He tensed, and you hoped he understood what you were implying. But it wasn’t long before you felt strong hands pushing you backwards. You laid back slightly, using your arms to support your upper body. Lucifer kneeled in front of you, his pupils practically invisible as he pulled off his shirt. 

You sent him a sultry smirk, before Lucifer closed the distance, climbing on top of you. Gripping at your top, he pulled it from your frame, leaving you bare-chested as well. His eyes traveled down your nude body, as if he was memorizing every crevice and line in your skin. 

You felt a slight bulge in his pants as he kneeled above you, and you bucked your hips. Hearing a hiss of pleasure escape him. 

You leaned forward, taking his lips in a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, using his weight to keep you upright as your teeth grazed his lip. Lucifer broke from your mouth, trailing quick pecks down to your throat. He placed a wet sloppy kiss in the crook of your neck, and your eyes rolled back with pleasure.

You moaned as his lips trailed down father, in the valley of your chest, and down to your waist. Gripping your lower garments, he tugged them free. You sat back, legs spread as you allowed him to do as he wished. 

He stopped suddenly, and looked up at you with those pretty yellow eyes of his. 

"Are you sure about thi-" He started to say softly, but you cut him off.

"I’ve never been more sure." you said, your hands caressing the side of his face.

He smirked before picking you up, which was no effort, considering the angelic strength he held. He laid you gently on the dining table and trailed kisses down your body once more. The only piece of clothing you had left was the one that covered your nether regions.

"Oh, Luci," you moaned as he slowly took off your underwear. He kissed the inside of your thighs, teasing you before pulling away. You glared at him, and he sent you a smirk, before taking your mouth in another kiss. 

“You’re mine,” He muttered, lapping at your collarbone, “no demon, angel, or any other being in creation will ever come between us. Not a single soul will ever wish you harm and lay their filthy hands on you again.”

You felt his erect manhood pressing against your entrance. You hadn’t realized he had fully removed his clothes until you felt his nakedness against you.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned. You jerked your hips against his, teasing his tip into you. He shuddered for a moment, before stilling.

You bit your lip and gave him a sultry grin. That was all the encouragement he needed; with a single, long thrust, he surged inside you, burying himself to the hilt.

Desperate to have him closer, you hooked your legs around his back and pressed your heels against his ass. 

“More.” You moaned, and he obliged, thrusting again. Your legs trembled at the sensation.

You felt a growl— or maybe a purr— resonate from his chest. Your audible sounds of pleasure only further spurred the intensity of his thrusts, as he slammed into you harder and harder. 

You screamed his name loudly as you came, bliss blooming across your body. He didn't wait for you to come down from you high as he continued his thrusting. With him in control of you now, he was hitting your insides from an incredibly pleasurable angle, and even before your first climax ended, you felt another one rising within.

You tightened your thighs around his back as you came again, your walls flexing around his cock and gripping it so tightly you could feel it pulsing inside you. You both stilled for a moment, and you felt him starting to lean against you. 

Except, you weren’t quite done yet. Now, it was your turn.

Sitting up straight, you moved your leg forward and pushed him backwards with your toes. He stumbled and limply sank into the chair behind him, his hair coated to his face with sweat, his half-lidded eyes watching you intensely.

Your feet hit the cold floor, a rather refreshing feeling from the burning within you, as you sauntered over to him. Taking a finger, you let it graze the underside of his chin, lifting his head to meet your gaze. 

“You’re such a good boy,” You whispered, your voice like honey to Lucifer’s ears, “always doing what you’re told. Never fussing. Good boys deserve a reward, don’t you think?” 

You swore you heard him whimper, and that surprised you. The big boss of hell, coming undone beneath you before you even began. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you lowered yourself.

You slowly sank onto his length, your ass meeting his thighs as you accepted all of him. Slowly, you grinded your hips, and he whimpered again. It was a musical sound, and it made you desperate to hear what else could come from that pretty mouth of his.

Using your legs to strengthen your movements, you bounced atop him. Every smack of your ass against his skin sent you deeper into ecstasy. Leaning your head down, you bit his shoulder as another wave of pleasure hit you. He moaned beneath you, and you bit him again, lapping at the teeth marks left in your wake.

You felt his breath hitch as you came down with more intensity, his own climax nearing. You increased your pace, and felt his waist lifting to meet you as you descended upon him again. His grip around your midsection tightened, his claws digging in your skin as he threw his head back, a moan of pleasure escaping his lips. 

Heat blossomed from your stomach and you let out a breathless gasp as you reached your own climax. Your body trembling from the intensity, as you collapsed into his arms. 

Breathing hard, you both sat there for a moment, before you lifted up your head and used your hand to push his curls back that were plastered to his face. You wanted to see those pretty eyes of his in their full glory. The look he gave you was of such adoration you wanted to cry. 

Have you ever felt this loved before?

“Stay with me tonight, won’t you?” You pleaded with doe-eyes. He smiled, pulling you flush against him. The warmth of his skin turning you to liquid against his touch.

“Anything for you,” He whispered into your ear. 

His wings unfurled, and you felt them curl around your naked body. Your eyes began to close, and Lucifer’s gentle hums lulled you into a state of blissful sleep as you sank further into his chest.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I hope that wasn’t too long of a fic, but in my defense i need it that long for my writing 😩 This part had me studying over on wattpad to get the smut accurate lmaoooo

lmk what you think!!

Tag list: @ohnoivefallen @doodlebob2726 @coleisyn @loslox @sukxma @undertale-is-sansational @nehy019 @mixplara @chewbrry @yellowsubiesdance @airwolf92 @laurenlaurie @lxkeee

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #hellaverse #hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader

[shonen-brainrot]

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who, after a booze-fueled bash with the boys from Bakusquad, gets a wild idea to try something fresh with you — his precious, little girlfriend.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who engages in a slow make-out session with you, skillfully massaging your breasts, squeezing them from time to time through your t-shirt. He smirks and asks, "How about we let these extras have a taste of you?"

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who grins widely as you, super tipsy and turned on by his ministrations, enthusiastically agree with his idea, nodding your head. You're already rubbing your thighs together, feeling the warmth building between your legs.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who leaves you spread on the bed and leisurely takes a seat in a nearby chair. He watches as you play with yourself, ordering Kaminari with a commanding tone to be the first to make you feel good. The other boys are already aroused, observing your slow movements on the bed, hand slipped into your shorts, head lolling back as you pleasure yourself, all while envisioning being fucked by another guy as your boyfriend watches.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who sports a twisted grin as he watches Denki pull down your shorts and panties, tossing them aside before diving between your legs to eat your pretty little pussy out. Lapping at your folds and skillfully fingering you, Denki grinds his crotch against the bed, moaning pathetically as his cock grows hard within seconds. Your hand slips into his yellow hair, guiding him closer to your slick pussy , suffocating him with your folds.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who growls loudly at Denki, "Oi, Pikachu, fuck her already. I wanna see your cock stuffed in her."

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who grunts with anticipation as he watches Denki fucking you missionary, his movements sloppy and erratic. The yellow-haired guy is clearly intoxicated by the way your pussy clenches around his cock. Begging you to let him cum inside, you glance at Bakugo, who nods with a poker face while palming his growing erection through his pants. Kaminari grunts and comes inside you, trembling all over his body, showering you with all the praises.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who nods at Sero, and the black-haired guy doesn't need a second invitation. In the blink of an eye, he's on top of you, unbuckling his pants and engaging in a deep french kiss. Flipping you onto your stomach, you obediently follow, raising your ass up as he enters your pussy from behind, immediately setting a rough pace.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who licks his lips as he opens his fly to fish his cock from his pants. He strokes his shaft slowly, enjoying the sight of you gripping the sheets, whining loudly while Sero pounds you vigorously in a doggy style. Sero occasionally spanks your ass, rolling his head and panting like a dog in heat when your abused pussy clamps around his cock. Bakugo revels in the overwhelming sense of control and pride, feeling his chest swell with a mix of intoxicating, twisted emotions.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who grunts as Sero pulls out to finish on your ass after giving himself a few jerks. Then, Bakugo gives Kirishima a demanding glance, saying, "Come on, Eijiro, make my girl squirm on your fat cock."

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who licks his lips as he watches Kirishima join you on the bed. Kirishima touches your hips and waist gently, pecking your jawline and lips as he removes his pants. Red Riot lies flat on the bed and guides you on top of him in a reversed cowgirl position. Once his cock is stuffed into your slick, drenched pussy, he nudges you to lie flat against his chest. You oblige, stealing a brief glance at Bakugo, who is now fist-pumping his cock faster.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who can't stop growling through clenched teeth as he feels his balls tighten while he watches his best friend's cock slowly moving in and out of your pussy. The twisted position allows Kirishima to penetrate your cunny as deeply as possible. Kirishima kisses the column of your neck, fondling one of your breasts, while his balls slap hard against the curve of your ass. You also buck your hips, meeting his rhythm provocatively, whining and rubbing your clitoris viciously.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who cums hard at the same moment Kirishima does. Bakugo's cum covers his fist in a few spurts as he growls at Kaminari and Sero, commanding them to leave the room immediately. Once they comply, Bakugo gets up and walks to the bed, removing his pants. He dives between your legs, licking your clitoris and moving to your entrance where Kirishima's cock is still stuffed. Bakugo grasps Red Riot's cock and pulls it out of you, watching your juices and all the cum ooze out of your abused hole.

Dom boyfriend!Bakugo, who gives his best friend a head, moaning around Kirishima's cock. Once you roll off Kirishima and start making out with him, Bakugo finishes and moves up to kiss Kirishima slowly. The red-haired guy reciprocates the kiss, moaning passionately. After the kiss, Bakugo looks down at Red Riot and grunts, "You did so well, Eijiro. I guess you earned yourself another round. Let's make my... our girl cum again."

#ru writes 🍬 #mha headcanons #bakugo headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo x you #anime smut #mha smut #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #kaminari smut #kaminari x reader #sero smut #sero x reader #bakusquad #vouyeurism #kiribaku smut

[lev1hei1chou]

Monopoly

Gojo x reader ft. Nanami, Yuji and Megumi Genre: Fluff Words: 575 Synopsis: Gojo and the gang play monopoly Masterlist

It was a cozy evening at your and Gojo's apartment, and you had invited Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, and Kento Nanami for a casual game night. Little did you know that when Monopoly came out, chaos was about to unfold.

The game board was set up on the coffee table, money neatly stacked, and everyone promptly took their places around the board. Satoru, ever the enthusiastic one, couldn't contain his excitement.

"All right, you guys! Let the games begin!" Gojo announced with a dramatic flair, his vibrant eyes gleaming.

Nanami, as always, was calm and collected, his stern expression hinting at the seriousness he would bring to this seemingly innocent game. Megumi and Yuji were ready for the challenge, though it seemed that Yuji's eagerness might lead him into trouble.

The first rule was established by Gojo, of course. "Whoever rolls the highest gets to be my partner. And trust me, you want to be my partner."

Nanami raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. You rolled the dice first, and miraculously, you got a six. Gojo rolled next, and to everyone's disbelief, he also got a six.

"Looks like it's destiny, babe," Gojo winked, earning an eye-roll from Nanami.

As the game progressed, Gojo began introducing the most absurd rules. "If you land on my property, you owe me a massage. And if I land on yours, I get one. It's only fair, right?"

Nanami, having none of it, deadpanned, "We're here to play Monopoly, not engage in questionable transactions."

Meanwhile, Yuji was oblivious to Gojo's schemes, already planning how to spend his virtual millions. Gojo, seeing the opportunity, tried to convince Yuji to trade his prime properties for a mere railroad.

"Come on, Yuji, it's a special edition, super-fast, interdimensional railroad! Beats those boring streets any day!"

"Really?" the younger boy asked as if he believed Gojo's words.

Thankfully, Nanami and you intervened, saving Yuji from a potentially disastrous deal. Nanami sighed, "Stick to the rules, Itadori. Don't let him fool you."

But Gojo wasn't discouraged. He continued trying to implement new rules like "reverse rent," where the one landing on the property received money instead. His antics had everyone in splits, except for Nanami, who maintained his stoic demeanor.

As the game progressed, the tension rose. Gojo's fortune was fluctuating, and Nanami strategically acquired a Monopoly. Megumi silently amassed a small fortune, while Yuji struggled to understand the intricacies of trading.

At one point, Gojo suggested a rule that made everyone contribute money to a community chest for a group spa day. Nanami, unamused, said, "We're not here for spa days, Gojo. Let's focus on the game."

As the game neared its end, Megumi emerged as the silent powerhouse. He strategically bankrupted Gojo, acquired valuable properties, and built hotels with a poker face that rivaled Nanami's. Gojo, undeterred, proposed a last-minute rule change, but Nanami put his foot down.

"We're playing by the rules, Gojo. Accept your defeat gracefully."

In the end, it was Megumi who emerged victorious, much to everyone's surprise. Gojo, ever the sore loser, pouted for a moment before flashing a grin.

"Alright, alright, you win this time, Megumi. But next time, I'm bringing my own set of rules!"

Despite the absurdity and occasional frustration, the game night ended with laughter and camaraderie. As everyone bid their farewells, Gojo couldn't resist teasing one last time.

"Next time, we're playing strip Monopoly!"

Nanami sighed, "I think I'll pass on that one."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo #satoru gojo #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #jjk satoru #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader

[kairiscorner]

HIII i rlly love role reversing requests so could you do one where reader is the leader of the spider society and miguel is her ai assistant?? 🤭🫣🤭

HELLOOOOOO OMG SO DO I????? OMG THAT'S SO CUTE (that is definitely not me, wdym i have a shitton of miggy AIs) ANYWAY HOPING YOU LIKE THIS RAHHHHHH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

summary: miguel, your dear snarky, sarcastic, and kind of passive-aggressive AI assistant's got a new update—he can emulate feelings now! and what better way than to show him some affection and see how he reacts? word count: 429

"where the hell do you think your going?" chimed your AI assistant in a slightly nagging voice as he popped up with his hands on his hips as he glared down at you. you could've made him much smaller by default, but you liked seeing him as a 6'9" muscular man who practically towered over you; it made you feel a sense of superiority when you could shut him up by just turning the wifi off.

you chuckled as you looked up at him, with him pouting down at you through his dark blue, circular sunglasses. "what's so funny? i can't comprehend why you'd be chuckling right now, and i asked you a question, answer it." he mumbled as you leaned closer towards the hologram. "damn, aren't you just so cute miggy?" you teased the AI as it gave you a disinterested poker face in response. you frowned immediately as you opened up a monitor on your watch and scrolled down the endless orange lines of code on him and noticed you failed to include his newest update.

"and you really think now's a good time to update me with a useless feature we both know is for your hedonistic pleasure? how responsible of you." he said as he shook his head and turned away from you. you sighed as you reset him to launch the update. "just one moment..." you muttered as miguel went offline for a bit and soon came back after the restart, not remembering a thing before it. you smiled widely as you leaned closer again towards the AI, and he looked at you with a little more emotion than when you tried it before he was updated.

"i love you, miggy." you murmured to the AI, which sent him in a flustered frenzy, with his cheeks flaring up and getting all flustered as his eyes widened and with him looking at you and turning away all bashful. "...can't say i don't love you back." he murmured as he blinked to himself in disbelief. "you coded for me to respond to affection?" he asked you in practically a growl. you stuck your tongue out and shrugged. "i need some more emotion out of you, sweetie, this is doing us both a favor! i can tease you, and you can emulate feelings! it's a win-win!" you exclaimed as miguel groaned and muttered a curse word in spanish, his face still incredibly flustered as he looked at you for a second and admired you for a bit, before turning back around and going back to scolding you.

a/n: I WANNA DO A FIC INSPIRED BY THAT ONE SCENE IN THE COMIC OH FUCKKKK LMK IF YOU GUYS WANT IT HEHE

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fictarian @jrrantss @yuridopted0 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Thats not my name

Drabble

Hawks and you didn't called each other by your names. No hero name or actual name at all. Only when the two of you were truly worried or mad at eachother.

It was a rule that neither of you ever established loudly, but it was a dead serious rule no less

Although it was funny for most and even to you guys at some point, you two took completely serious when some slip up happened.

But the difference is you guys reaction at it.

You noticed that a few days ago to be honest.

When Keigo slipped up, and called you by your first name once, your immediate reaction was a furrow of your eyebrows and the feeling of annoyance creeping up your back.

"...(Y/n)? Are you listening? I asked if we can go to that place we like instead of cooking tonight." At the time you found incredible how he had the audacity to call you that once again.

"Yeah, I heard." You mumbled and he immediately caught on your annoyed tone, going towards you with a frown.

"You're okay? Did something happened?" You made a poker face towards him, only making the young hero even more confused.

"Mister, how long have we been dating?" You crossed your arms over your chest, arching one of your eyebrows at him.

"Uh.." he gulped "One year and a half..?"

"Exactly." You tried to not snort at the relieved sigh he let out "So.... why .. are you...." You approached him...

He blinked before widened his eyes when you grabbed his shirt and shaked him like a mad man.

"-CALLING ME THAT?!"

"BECAUSE THATS YOUR NAME?!" He yelled in both confusion and shock as you stopped shaking him.

"FOR YOU IS ONLY DOVE AND LOVE GOD DAMMIT. I STOPPED BEING (Y/N) THE MOMENT YOU TOLD YOU LOVED ME!" You poked his chest countless times with a fake angry tone that was immediately caught on by the blonde.

"How does that even make sense?! I'm your boyfriend but I AM the one who CANT call you by your name?!" He yelled back with a smile on, now noticing you weren't actually dead serious.

"Exatcly." You smirked while crossing your arms once again as he chuckled while rolling his eyes.

"You're crazy you know that?" He whispered softly before going for a kiss that you gladly accepted.

But when it was you that slipped up, he didn't get angry nor annoyed with you. No no...

He got scared shitless.

"Keigo can you please grab my charger for me?" You asked calmly for him when you noticed that the battery of your phone was almost ending while you played on your cellphone.

You hadn't noticed, but the moment that name slipped from your lips was enough for the blond to freeze and for the remaining of his wings get petrified and tense.

He looked over at his shoulder to see you weren't even looking at him and he gulped.

What did he do? Did he upset you? Did his teasing got out of control? God had he left the wet towel on the bed again and you were planning his murder?!

He hesitantly grabbed your charger and hand it to you with a cough to get your attention, and he didn't know if he was confused or more tense when you just smiled at him with a soft 'thank you'

"Did I do something to piss you off?" He blurted out before he could go nuts.

"Uh?" You widened your eyes a bit "I don't know..? Did you?"

"No. No reverse psychology." He pointed his index finger at your frame "Say already what did I do wrong."

"You did nothing as far as I know of. Why are you saying all this?" You asked in pure confusion as he sighed like a weight was lift from his shoulders.

"You called me Keigo." He chuckled before you gasped in understanding. "You made my soul leave my body for a second there."

"Oh sorry love. Didn't even noticed..."

"Is fine. As long as you don't get mad at me for leaving the wet towel on our bed."

"You did what?" You asked in a dark voice and you swore he yelped at your pissed off look.

"Hey hey let's calm down before you make roasted chicken out of me!"

"Takami keigo... how many times did I told you to not do this?"

"No. No nono. Don't do that." He cupped your cheeks with a pout on his lips and a frown "I'm love. Not keigo. Don't call me that."

"I'm angry at you-"

"No. No you aren't." He pulled your cheeks and you grumbled at his pouty face "Call me baby-"

"Kei-"

"Babyyyy-" he drawled the last letter longer as he pulled harder, not to hurt, your cheeks.

You shaked your head at the memories before hugging your boyfriend from behind the coach as he watched an old cartoon he missed out on his childhood that you had introduced to him. And now it was kne of his favorites to watch.

He chuckled at your affection before rubbing the back of your head as you placed kisses on his neck as he squirmed. You knew damn well his neck was sensitive and you took advantage of it.

"Enjoying you free day?" You asked after leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek and making your way to sit down by his side as he put one of his arms over to bring you close to him.

"Well, I deserve it." He spoke proudly as you giggled "Want to binge watch the movies of studio chibi with me?"

"Well..." You hummed on his neck, smiling mischievously before dropping the bomb "Sure, whatever you want Keigo."

You burst in laughter when you saw how rigid his body got and how his eyes widened... soon getting back to normal with a truly disappointed look as you almost rolled out of the couch due to your laughter.

"Am I dating a sadistic or what?" He mumbled while standing up to grab a snack.

"W-Wait don't go! I'm sorry!" You chuckled as he playfully scoffed.

"Nah, I felt betrayed... (Y/n)." Now was his turn to laugh when your face got pale.

"SERIOUSLY?!"

"YOU STARTED THIS FIRST!"

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha heroes x reader #hawks #keigo takami #bnha x reader #zuffer writings

[lovelylogans]

the parent trap

the masterpost

“So,” Remus says slowly. “If your Dad is my Dad…”

“...and your Pa is my Papa…”

Remus stares at the seam of the wedding photo, made whole again after more than a decade. His Pa, Patton, familiar with his cowboy-handsome, weather-beaten face and his dimpled grin and his big, calloused hand resting over his new husband’s, even if Remus has never seen him look this smitten ever. 

“And we’re both born on October 11… then, Roman. You and I are… like… brothers.”

And his Dad—Janus—smiling coyly, handsome in the way of magazine models, so completely a stranger to Remus with just this scrap of a photograph to serve as any way to know him, really know him. The way Roman knows him. The way Remus has been dying to know him all his life.

“Remus,” Roman breathes out, disbelieving. “We aren’t just brothers. We’re twins.”

Remus wonders, in a daze, if seeing the opposite life he could have had is as strange for Roman as it is for him… if they’d just been switched at birth, it’s the life Remus could have had, knowing his Dad instead of his Pa, but then…

But then it clicks.

“Roman,” he says, turning to grin at his brother—his brother! “I have a completely perfect, totally awesome idea!”

or: it's a parent trap AU for @tss-storytime with fanart by @tastic-in-its-finest!

warnings: pranks and practical jokes, smoking, drinking, brief mentions of underage drinking (in the context of a child trying a sip of wine), sibling rivalry and bonding, please let me know if i've missed any!

pairings: janus/patton, logan/virgil, brief patton/male oc

word count: 80k

notes: a few notes before we begin: first, thanks so much to morgan for their fanart for this fic!!! it's so cute, please like and reblog and do all that fun stuff!!! second, thanks to the folks over at the big bang for organizing this whole event—i know firsthand how complicated that can get, and you are so appreciated!!! this is technically a '90s au, but a '90s au in terms of the fashion and lack of social media/cell phones, not any of the homophobia. i hope you all enjoy!!!!

chapter one: prologue Across the world from each other, two very different families help two very similar boys pack their bags.

chapter two: welcome to camp walden! Welcome to what we like to think of as the most beautiful spot on God's green earth—Camp Walden.

chapter three: en garde The boys come to blows. (With practice épées, but in their minds, it’s equally as serious.)

chapter four: riposte The boys come to blows. (With words and stitching.)

chapter five: black card The boys come to blows. (With a temporary reversal of gravity, oodles of chocolate sauce, and finally, some semblance of adult interference.)

chapter six: isolation station The boys spend a great deal of their time considering coming to blows. Until suddenly, they don’t want to fight at all anymore.

chapter seven: operation augustus The realization of having an identical twin does quite a bit to spur some out-of-the-box levels of creativity.

chapter eight: let's get down to business! The boys begin to plot. Camp Walden trembles in fear.

chapter nine: to defeat… the family civil divisions of napa and london respectively! The boys plot. The world all over ought to be trembling in fear.

chapter ten: domine dirige nos Remus spends a great deal of time weighing the most British way to say hello. He’s going to have to repress throwing in a what’s all this then, guv’nor? the entire time.

chapter eleven: eureka! Roman spends a great deal of time weighing the most American way to say hello. He thinks he probably shouldn’t come right out of the gate with howdy, y’all!

chapter twelve: a wench in the works This absolutely was not in their multitude of blueprints!

chapter thirteen: riding is magic and friendship is power and love is everything to everyone Roman gets to meet his pony. He should, by all rights, be much more excited about it, but someone had to go and ruin it for him.

chapter fourteen: in which virgil attempts to hold a poker face (and fails miserably) Virgil curses being so observant.

chapter fifteen: all of my change spent on you Remus has a particularly fun run-in. Well. Fun for him.

chapter sixteen: so your sons have swapped places and are in foreign countries This particular subject was not covered in the parenting books.

chapter seventeen: hopped off the plane at lax with a dream of civil reconciliation with my ex-husband Remus plots. Grandfather aids and abets. Janus panics. Logan suffers them all.

chapter eighteen: small world and getting smaller Janus is officially the father of the two most troublesome twins in the galaxy.

chapter nineteen: you got me tripping, stumbling! sinking, fumbling! Patton makes a splash.

chapter twenty: the queen elizabeth the second the second The twins attempt to revive the past. The parents wish to change it.

chapter twenty-one: i said a boom chicka boom! Logan’s swept off his feet. As is Maddox, in an entirely different way.

chapter twenty-two: i said a boom GO TO YOUR ROOM The twins’ plots bear oh-so-satisfying fruit.

chapter twenty-three: where dreams have no end A hello, a goodbye.

chapter twenty-four: the concorde(ance) A goodbye, a hello.

chapter twenty-five: epilogue Two very similar boys help their two very different families assimilate into one.

#tssstorytimesubmission2023 #my fic #my fanfic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #moceit #analogical #creativitwins #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remy sanders #emile picani

[mangokabuto]

I like to think about when Franky, Robin, Usopp, and Zoro were in Wano while the others were doing WCI, waiting for them to return and helping set up the revolution with Kin'emon and Law.

Remember Usopp's disguise-persona Usohachi being an old man with a long white beard who sold random nicknacks and toad oils, and his alibi to his neighbors about having 10 kids? And how he frequently had lunch with the beautiful young aspiring oiran Orobin, and the carpenter Franosuke?

...Do you think anyone thought they were some of his grown-up children?

I just love the play-pretend role reversal. One of Usopp's older neighbors asks him if he's out to lunch with his daughter, and Usopp is allergic to not upping the bit, so he's like "Yes, this is my eldest daughter, Orobi! Isn't she beautiful?? She's going to be the top oiran one day, I tell you!" And he starts gushing about her (making up fake childhood stories but with real affection behind the words, lots of "shes so smart/talented, once she...") and Robin is sitting there, poker face ELITE. She's playing along because it is a decent alibi for why they meet up like this. And its funny. And she likes the compliments.

He'd do the same thing for Franosuke, whether the bit is that he's Usohachi's carpenter son or Orobi's suitor (in a frobin situation). Either way, Usopp would claim Franky "learned everything he knows from me, since he was a little tot," much to Franky's chagrin, but he has to play along or they'll get caught! He'll just give Usopp a noogie about it later. Where Robin is a flawless improv partner, Franky is struggling to play along with all of the embarassing childhood stories Usopp makes up for him while he's not listening, and Franky starts making up embarassing stories about his ""dad"" in return when he runs into one of Usohachi's friends/neighbors. It becomes like a game between them, trying to see who will crack first!

They're taking their Wano duties seriously, of course, but there's nothing wrong with having a little fun while they're at it! And Usopp will take any opportunity to brag and gush about his crewmates.

#mango headcannons #thats what ill call these #usopp #cyborg franky #nico robin

[nayatarot777]

why are people intimidated by you? - pac

{ pile one } 🤍

[the hierophant, temperance, judgement, knight of cups]

people are intimidated by how structured and peaceful you seem. you’re viewed as someone who has a clear viewpoint of what you want to achieve and how you’re going to get there. you appear to be extremely balanced and content with each stage of life that you’re in and it’s almost like you’ve reached a major milestone in your life. perhaps before the majority of people your own age. i’m sensing that for most of you, this refers to something internal. internal balance. i feel like most people see the acts of kindness and self care that you direct towards yourself, but most of all the self respect and self-value that you hold. i heard “self-married” so you might be the type to take yourself out on dates, treat yourself to nice things, and practice a lot of self care for yourself. you’re committed to yourself more than anyone else. for those of you in a commitment (could be a long term relationship or even a marriage) people are intimidated by how peaceful your relationship seems, for some reason. i’m not gonna lie, people think that you’ve hit the jackpot in life in one area or another. there’s also a message about either the types of people who you attract romantically or your confidence towards the people who you approach. it’s clear that you have extremely high expectations for yourself as well as whoever you date/get into a relationship with. there’s an energy of being unreachable - but not in a typical, whimsical, piscean, dreamy type of way. it stems more from people putting you up on a pedestal and comparing themselves to you and their lives to yours. i’m even hearing that people who are romantically interested in you usually end up developing actual feelings for you - even when they usually wouldn’t. you’re “commitment material” in a lot of people’s eyes. but most of these suitors don’t feel like they’re even on your level. it seems like you have everything that you want or need already. your (perceivable) contentment intimidates people.

{ pile two } 🤍

[10 of swords, king of cups, king of swords]

you guys are way too smart and intuitive for people. people with negative intentions in particular. they get intimidated because their plans to backstab you and fuck you over in some way is met with a complete reversal, and they’re the ones who end up in an extremely negative situation. these are people who perhaps talk shit behind your back? or just send you evil eye quietly? they don’t understand how you manage to know what they’re up to. and i feel like they’re terrified to get into a verbal conflict with you because they know that they’d be ripped to shreds verbally 😭. people really don’t want smoke with you. your words are venomous and lethal when you want them to be. you protect your energy amazingly this way. you’re a pure divine feminine. nothing can get past your observation and intuition. and what’s scarier is that you’ll keep quiet about what you know about someone for a while. especially when it comes to betrayers - fake friends, people who smile in your face but plan to take something that you have. but yet they start to feel the shift in your energy, even if there’s no shift in your behaviour towards them at first. it causes them to ruminate and worry that you’re onto them, but your poker face is immaculate and they can’t figure the answer to their questions out. it’s almost like this is their karma? a self-induced psychic attack for playing with you. the duality between when you act out of love towards genuine people and when you act out of defence towards backstabbers and shady people is terrifying to most. the way that you switch up leaves people drowning in their thoughts. they’re genuinely fearful and anxiety-ridden at the thought of having to feel your wrath. this is how you implement your boundaries. you’re very clear, concise and direct, and as long as you’re not fucked with, you’re the most loving person someone could meet. even so, you keep the boundaries firm between most people that you invite into your life and what you’re nurturing in your life. unless someone manages to get extremely close to you. but that takes a very long while, after many trials and observations on your part. as soon as there’s a significant tribulation, they’re out of your life. but even after people cause you problems, it’s almost like you forgive them silently, but never want to interact with them again. you go back to your relaxed, divine feminine energy. nothing keeps you out of it for too long. your quiet peacefulness after the fact intimidates people even more though lmaoo. they don’t know if you’re one of those “crazy” calm-before-the-actual-storm types of people.

{ pile three } 🤍

[6 of wands, the wheel of fortune, 6 of cups, death]

people are intimidated by how you seem to have support and acquire success on any journey that you put yourself on. there could be a group of people who support you that people are very intimidated by (i feel like this is a group of masculines - doesn’t necessarily have to be men, but definitely people who are ride or dies for a lot of you). if these masculine energies aren’t physical people, then this is your spirit guides and ancestors for those of you who have a connection with them. i’m seeing that this support brings you major abundance. major positive changes in life at times. but there are times where your transformations are not easy at all. particularly after you have gotten used to the previous abundance that came in for you. you always share it around with others, but i’m picking up on the energy that you guys may sometimes purposefully go through difficult transformations and changes if you’ve outgrown what you considered to be abundance before. it’s like you’re not afraid of change - no matter how difficult - so you don’t get comfortable with things for long. you know when it’s time for an ego death, and you go through your dark night of the soul to purge, just to be met with support from this group of energies/people who help support you when you usher yourself into great abundance yet again. i’m feeling plutonic energy because of the major extremities here. your life is full of extremes that you manage to balance yourself out with. because you accept the “good” and the “bad”. i feel like you understand that those are human judgements - not factual observations about something, so you journey through life with the mindset of “it is what it is”. you take the positive with the negative as they both come in waves, but you’re never knocked off of your path. you’re in constant alignment, even when it doesn’t seem like it to other people. because of your acceptance towards the dualities and polarities of life. you don’t complain. when you have more than you need, you’re extremely charitable. whether that be about money, time, energy. and that’s why karma comes around and offers you an abundance of support when you’re in need. i feel like you guys don’t even stress throughout negative experiences as much as others would. because you understand that you’ll be all good soon enough. and you understand that loss is a natural part of life as much as gain, so you don’t cling onto what you gain like others would. you flow with life. and this intimidates those who struggle to see life from a higher perspective. as well as those who have control issues. you have way more wisdom about the human experience than the majority of people on this planet. you know what it means to surrender

#divination #pick a card #pick a photo #pick a picture #psychic readings #spirituality #tarot #pac #tarot reading #pac reading #collective reading #intuition #daily tarot #tarot witch #tarot cards #tarotcommunity

[xoxoskai]

KAYDENGARETH HEADCANNONS

I like to think their book could've been called God of Misery. Why? I don't know. It just sounds cool.

Gareth has extreme OCD. As children, Killian used to mess with his things, hide them or displace them from their original place which made him develop an obsessiveness with knowing where all his things were kept.

Kayden inhales copious amounts of black coffee in a day. I'm talking 8-9 ventis.

Gareth is blackmailed convinced by Kayden to become his teaching assistant.

Kayden wanted easy access and to have tabs on Gareth the whole time, but it backfires when Gareth organizes his entire schedule, all his coursework and makes additional notes for him to go over.

Kayden is a tie hoarder. Navy blue, scarlet red, violet, turquoise, beige, you name it, he has it.

Asher thinks he's Gareth's inspiration to become a lawyer, but Gareth watched Suits.

Kayden wears suspenders.

Gareth's aim is better than most Heathens, even Jeremy. But he doesn't enjoy hurting people. The accuracy with which he throws a pencil at a teacher flirting with Kayden is impressive.

He's equally good at fleeing situations.

Kayden is the kind of professor who challenges his students to do something ridiculous to get out of writing the final exam. His students think he's cool, but Gareth knows he just hates grading papers.

Gareth's handicap in golf is +1. He has been his grandfather's golfing buddy for ages.

Kayden has a license to fly planes. Don't ask him how he got it though.

Yes, they join the mile high club.

Gareth is extremely good with cheating at card games much to Kayden's chagrin during strip poker.

Kayden is acquaintances by association with Kyle, Gareth's uncle.

Gareth has lost count of the number of times he's caught himself drooling every time Kayden takes his suit jacket off.

Kayden is more flirtatious by nature but sometimes Gareth says suggestive things that make him speechless. Most times, Gareth does it accidentally.

Kayden: *complaining about how his body is aching from sitting in a chair all day* Gareth: I can help you relax if you'd like. Kayden: Gareth: Kayden: Gareth: I have a massage therapist license.

Gareth wears reading glasses because he is a reader by nature. He can read instructions off a shampoo bottle day after day, year after year just to have something to read while he showers.

Kayden has to physically stop himself from reacting and ask for strength from greater forces the first time he sees Gareth pull out gold-rimmed glasses and put them on while he was helping grade assignments. He does fantasize about helping Gareth take the glasses and more off.

Killian is the last of the Heathens to find out about Gareth's involvement with his professor. And it's not in a fun manner.

He catches Kayden being pushy with his older brother, misunderstands and nearly pummels his face in.

He has to be thrown off Kayden who is one second away from rearranging his boyfriend's younger brother's face.

Killian is gaping when he puts two and two together about what is happening.

Before he can make a joke at his expense, Gareth gives him a look that dares him to say something or deal with consequences like never before. Killian stays quiet mostly because he's never seen that murderous look on his brother's face, no matter how far he pushed him.

"You can do better than him" he's telling Kayden as he leaves. "Not in this lifetime, no" Kayden responds, pulling Gareth closer.

Kayden participates in the initiation to pull an uno reverse and chase the green mask down. It makes some of the participants stop and stare in bewilderment.

Gareth is competitive to a fault. Like- I would edit an entire Wikipedia page to win an argument- competitive.

Kayden is not as competitive and doesn't particularly care about winning but he loves egging Gareth on till he gives him a reason to put his tie collection to good use (:

They have been caught in a situation where someone was knocking at the door to Kayden's office, opposite which they were making out.

Gareth watches Kayden roll his sleeves up with hawk eyes and almost groans in torture when he sees the protruding veins.

Once Kayden finds out about Gareth's obsession with watching him undress, he puts on a show every. single. time.

But then Gareth, Gareth with his long, slender fingers and perfectly cleaned, shaped and filed nails, helps undress him one time and Kayden is a goner.

Gareth wears a chain with Kayden's ring around his neck, something Kayden goes feral whenever he looks at. He's pulled Gareth closer with it on multiple occasions.

Kayden puts his hand on Gareth's thigh while driving.

Are Asher and Reina surprised when Gareth brings a boyfriend home? Yes. Do they care about the gender of their son's partner? No.

Even Kayden gets along better with Asher than Killian does.

Kayden is loved by Reina. Like she would adopt him the moment Asher looks away.

Killian never apologizes for what he said but he does ask Gareth if he'd like to go hunting together sometime. It's a truce that Gareth is more than happy to accept.

Kayden takes Gareth out flying to propose when they'd be over the crystal-clear waters and passing through clouds only to realize he forgot to bring the ring with him in his anxiety and haste.

He improvises and proposes to Gareth in bed, rehashing the entire thing making him laugh and accept.

Gareth then reaches into his nightstand and pulls out the ring he was planning to propose with.

"You can just pretend to be surprised tomorrow at your surprise proposal" Gareth is telling him between kisses. "I can pretend to do anything as long as I'm doing it with you."

___________________________________

Tissues, anyone?

#legacy of gods #gareth carson #kayden lockwood #killian carson #glyndon king #annika volkov #creighton king #jeremy volkov #cecily knight #landon king #mia sokolov #nikolai sokolov #brandon king #eli king #ava nash #god of pain #god of war #god of malice #god of fury #god of wrath #rina kent

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

(got this idea from a couple on tt!)

skellies have an s/o whose rather flirty. any time the boys try to flirt, or complement them, they somehow change it to a compliment about the skellies.

one day, they were going shopping together... but the s/o stays behind in the car a bit, after the skellie gets a bit away from the car, they honk the horn twice and cat called him! they continued cat calling him throught the store.

skellies reactions?

Undertale Sans - He sexy dances in the middle of the road just for you, I hope you're proud. Sans doesn't care and will gladly play along with your antics. That's part of the things he loves the most.

Undertale Papyrus - Uno reverse card, Papyrus screams in the middle of the road "I KNOW MY ASS IS AMAZING BUT COULD YOU WALK FASTER?", making you flush instead as everyone is now staring at you. You need to try harder.

Underswap Sans - You're honking at him? Fine. The next day, on your way to work, a police siren suddenly makes you jump as Blue screams "NICE BUTT" in the police microphone, which echoes in the whole street. Two can play this game. His honk is bigger.

Underswap Papyrus - He becomes entirely orange, paralyzed in the middle of the street. He can't believe you just did that. He refuses to turn around as he hears people laughing. Instead, he just decides to protect himself from your flirting by passing out on the floor. You stressed him too much lol.

Underfell Sans - He stares at you in disbelief. Really? You're doing this now? You think he can't play your game? He whistles at you. An old lady thinks he's cat calling her and suddenly charges him to beat him with her handbag. Red is trying to apologize, she won't stop, as you're dying with laughter in the background, not moving a finger.

Underfell Papyrus - He keeps walking, the face entirely red, ignoring you. He will ignore you during the whole grocery trip, not even looking at you. But you know it's working because every time he accidentally meets your eyes, he somehow turns even more crimson. Edge is broken.

Horrortale Sans - He turns around to look at you, confused why you're honking at him. He comes back to you to ask if you need something more for the groceries. :( He's too much of a sweetheart, you're dead beat.

Horrortale Papyrus - You pick the wrong skeleton to mess with. Willow has a very good poker face and he's ignoring you. Now five different people think you cat called them and they're all coming at you. Willow waves to you at the door of the grocery store. You did this to yourself, have fun. Well. Shit.

Swapfell Sans - When you honk he slowly turns around and just:

He huffs dramatically, rolls his eyes at you and keeps walking like the drama queen he is lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He turns around and magically make appears a Uno reverse card. He sends a kiss your way, winks, and keeps going. Better luck next time!

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine gives you the cold shoulder. He just stares into your soul for a few seconds, judging you so much you feel suddenly ashamed for no reason. Yeah, he has that power.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He loses focus and trips head-first on the road, as his legs stop working. You gasp and run to save him. Yeah, Coffee can't take a lot of compliments...

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[ping-ping-ying]

UNO Night

Note: Another game night for the boys! And just like last time, it's chaotic 🤩

The one player who ALWAYS has the best cards

Only uses the draw 4+ or draw 2+ cards on Kaveh unless someone used a reverse card

Gets skipped a lot by Cyno

Hates when he loses to Kaveh and Cyno

Uses the blank rule card on Kaveh the most and it’s always something complicated that makes Kaveh lose his shit

Loses his patience when Kaveh drops back to back skip cards or draw 2+ cards (karmas a bitch)

Played drunk Uno one time and it didn’t end well, it takes a lot for Alhaitham to get drunk so when he did get drunk you best believe the other three take advantage of him even if they’re drunk too

Drunk Alhaitham is more susceptible to manipulation from the others

They made Alhaitham believe he cheated and made him draw 25

He also did a bunch of questionable things that night that he doesn’t remember but the group has photos as blackmail

Him or Cyno always shuffles the deck because Tighnari and Kaveh CAN NOT be trusted

Only cheats when everyone is really drunk

When he cheats he only steals Kavehs cards or Cyno, but mainly Kaveh

Almost fist fought Kaveh for dropping back to back skip cards for every turn when he had one card left

The king of always slamming down draw 2+ cards

Draw 2+ cards feel more petty than draw 4+ cards which is why he loves them (totally not projecting lol)

He always has them, either at the start, middle, or end of the game

Alhaitham is always the victim of his draw 2+ cards

Physically cringes whenever he gets skipped

Has definitely had a psychical altercation with Tighnari over cheating allegations

Let’s be real, Kaveh is never beating the cheating allegations because he does cheat

They throw cards at each other before every argument (him and tighnari)

Has won UNO three times in a row and was accused of cheating by everyone (tbh this time he wasn’t sksks)

BRAGS whenever he wins, Cyno and Alhaitham roll their eyes while Tighnari verbally shit talks him

Complains whenever he gets skipped by Alhaitham ONLY

When he gets drunk, he either talks more than usual or falls asleep in the middle of the game

When he does fall asleep, Alhaitham or Tighnari would steal his cards despite Cyno’s objections

Quite literally hates the swap hands card, even more than the skip card

Kaveh is always ready to trash talk anyone who beats him

Hits Alhaitham whenever he is grabs a good card, it’s a little habit he has and Alhaitham doesn’t really mind it as long as it doesn’t hurt him

#1 Cheater !!

It’s hard to cheat in UNO but Tighnari always finds a way to do it

His victim is always Cyno, any skip, draw 4+ cards are always used on Cyno

Doesn’t use any of those cards on Kaveh, cheaters stick together 

Argues with Cyno over the dumbest shit, making Cyno want to just shove a bread roll down Tighnaris throat  

When Cyno accuses him of cheating, Tighnari gaslights him into thinking that he is the one cheating and toit works half the time, it makes Alhaitham and Kaveh giggle

Has gotten into a pyschial altercation with Kaveh (both were drunk) and ended up being kicked out of the tavern, they both blamed Alhaitham and Cyno (who stayed to finish their game)

His favorite card would definitely by the rule card, 

He creates the most OUTLANDISH rules for only Cyno to follow 

Hates getting skipped (and pouts whenever he does get skipped)

Tighnari keeps the UNO deck at his residence, so he can mark cards (cheater <3) 

Alhaitham targeted Tighnari one night and he lost eight times in a row, making the fox boy storm out the tavern 

Has a terrible poker face, right next to Kaveh 

Whenever he has the rule card, his ears twitch, and Cyno has to mentally prepare himself for another outlandish rule

Cyno figured out Tighnari’s marks on the card and he was banned from keeping the cards at his place

Whines and complains to Kaveh after every match if he loses to Cyno or Alhaitham but mainly Cyno

Stickler for the rules

His favorite card would have to be the wild cards

Those cards have saved him on so many occasions so he treasures them

Doesn’t argue but will get snippy with any of the three if he’s frustrated or losing

Targets Althaitham and Tighnari most nights but mainly Tighnari

Rarely gets drunk, but when he does (like Alhaitham) he’s easily manipulated into the other threes deceptions

Has shoved a bread roll down Tighnari’s throat one night for instigating an argument between him and Alhaitham

His least favorite card is the draw 2+ card, he doesn’t see the need for it so he never uses it unless he has to

Cyno is usually quiet, but on game nights he’s actually very talkative

Talks shit in the most eloquent way and it makes Tighnari cringe

Almost got into a psychial altercation with Alhaitham one night over a draw 4+ card (yes they both were drunk)

Will never admit it but he likes when he gets skipped, it gives him time to strategize his next move

It’s a no brainer but he has never cheated ever, even though he HAS thought about it a lot but he never goes through with it

The cards are kept at his residence and removes all the marks on the cards

Loves when Alhaitham loses to him, Tighanri too but mainly Alhaitham

Laid back when playing UNO, unlike how he in during BINGO nights

I am so sorry you had to wait 4 months for a new post! I am slacking so bad rn skssks. It's because I've been going through some changes mentally and psychically that consumes my whole day and leaves me unmotivated to write anything. But don't worry, I'm coming back, slowly but surely! I got some Jujutsu Kaisen stuff in the works in honor of season 2, so stay tuned for that!!

-Ping Ping

-07/23/23 8:09pm

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin husbandos #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #al haitham #alhaitham headcanons #alhaitham x reader #cyno scenarios #cyno x reader #cyno imagines #cyno headcanons #cyno #tighnari imagines #tighnari x reader #tighnari #kaveh imagines #kaveh x reader #kaveh headcanons #tighnari headcanons

[percervall]

Just wanted to say I love your Daniel fic, and Lando’s part is perfect in it too. I can’t help but wonder if the roles were reversed….

oh anon, thank you so much! That means a lot to me 🧡 I absolutely adored writing this

Apparently my brain agreed with you, because I wrote this in an evening. Hope I did Lando justice in this

this love (is yours and mine)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Words: 1241 Warnings: none

“You should tell her,” Daniel said, startling him from his thoughts as the Australian driver fell in step beside him. 

“Tell her what?” Lando replied, an uncomfortable weight settling in his chest. He had a feeling where this conversation was headed.

“That you love her,” came Daniel’s answer, “because you do, right?” 

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lando muttered in response, feeling his cheeks heat up at the lie. Daniel grinned, seeing straight through him as he dodged the question.

“Yeah, thought so. Your face is an open book, mate. No poker face to speak of. How either of you haven’t figured out your expressions are identical is beyond me.”

That made Lando trip over his own feet, nearly sending him face first into the asphalt of the paddock. 

“Wh-what?” 

Daniel chuckled as he grabbed his arm to steady him. 

“Mate, she looks at you the same way. All smiles and heart-eyes. It’s cute. Oh, to be young and in love,” he mused, the grin still in place as he now slung an arm around Lando’s shoulders. 

“Sh-she does?” Lando couldn’t believe his ears. How had he not seen it? Had he been too busy trying not to look at her, not to make a fool of himself,  whenever they spent time together? They’d been friends for the longest time and Lando had just sort of accepted that it would probably always stay that way, but this had pulled the rug from under him. 

“100% mate. Like I said, you should tell her.” 

Lando mulled it over, nervously chewing on the draw string of his hoodie. If he wasn’t so worried it would do irreparable damage to their friendship, he would. But why ruin the only stable thing in his life?

“I don’t know, Danny. She’s my best mate, why-... I can’t lose that, not now.” 

“Listen, it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other,” Daniel said, holding the door to the McLaren motorhome open. 

“Meaning?” Lando asked, confusion now added to the mix of emotions already swirling through his head. Daniel chuckled again.

“Meaning, either you do or you don’t,” he explained with a shrug, “but are you truly happy just playing it safe? Where has that ever gotten anyone?” 

Lando knew he didn’t require an answer to that question. In their line of work it would always be nowhere. And if it wasn’t that it’d be P20. Daniel left him to stew on that as he climbed the stairs to the debriefing room. Lando sighed, hanging his head as he followed his teammate. 

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The meeting had been long and his brain felt completely frazzled by the end of it. None of the statistics retained and Lando was pretty sure he had blindly agreed to a strategy he had no way of recalling for tomorrow’s race. A part of him wondered whether it would’ve made a difference if he did, and then he chastised himself for even thinking that way. Scrubbing a hand across his face, he blindly followed the rest of the team downstairs, exhaustion taking hold of him. Lando heard her before he saw her, her laughter ringing out like a windchime in the gentle breeze. Carlos was leaning on the back of the couch as he talked to her, probably telling her yet another story about their shared time as teammates. A jealousy reared its head with a ferocity that left him reeling. Carlos was very happy with his long-term girlfriend, there was no need for him to feel this strongly about another man being friendly with her. 

“Hey mate,” Carlos greeted him. She turned back around to face him and Lando was struck by how her expression changed when she laid eyes on him. Her smile widened, and her eyes softened as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Even dressed in one of Daniel’s enchante sweaters, a pair of faded jeans and beat up trainers, she still looked better than any of the celebrities milling about come Sunday. 

“Hey,” she said, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. 

“H-hey,” Lando managed to stutter, ready to blame the exhaustion if anyone were to comment on it. 

“Carlos invited us to dinner, but if you’d rather order in…?” she trailed off. It squeezed his heart, her knowing him like the back of her hand to offer him an out.

“Uh, yeah, no, dinner- dinner’s.. great,” he fumbled, internally groaning at his own awkwardness. 

“You okay?” Carlos asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Is Zak working you too hard?” he added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I’m-.. Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lando muttered. Was he really going to do this? Lando knew that Daniel was right; whether he did or didn’t, it didn’t matter. He could either keep this buried for the rest of eternity and suffer the consequences or he could tell her and see where it would land him. What’s the worst that could happen? His brain helpfully supplied him with a long list, but he swallowed down the panic that rose in his throat at the sheer thought. 

“I’m in love. With you,” he said, looking at his best friend since they’d been 16, “and I completely ge-..” Whatever he had wanted to say, died on his lips as she pretty much launched herself at him, pressing her lips against his. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, as his eyes fluttered closed. The world around them faded to the background as he kissed her back. 

When they broke the kiss, Lando felt breathless, heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” she confessed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, probably about as long as he has,” Daniel said from his spot next to Carlos. 

“W-what?” she stammered, looking at the Australian with confusion written all over her face. Daniel and Carlos shared a look.

“Kids these days,” Daniel commented, earning him a chuckle from the Spaniard.

“He’s been in love with you for-.. Well, I think since always, no?” Carlos said, looking at Daniel for confirmation.

“Pretty sure since always, yes,” Daniel agreed with a nod. 

“I’m such a muppet,” she groaned, burying her face in Lando’s chest. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he pulled back to look at her.

“Guess that makes two of us. Luckily we’ll have forever to make up for it,” he murmured, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She smiled back up at him, lifting up on her tiptoes to press another kiss to his lips. 

“Oh my God, that was the cheesiest shit ever. Okay, come on lovebirds,” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes as he moved to the exit, but Lando could hear the smile in his voice. 

“I’ll pay for dinner to celebrate Lando finally finding the cojones to tell her,” Carlos added.

“But no sushi, right?” Lando was quick to ask, taking her hand in his as they followed the two older drivers. Carlos just laughed, holding the door open for them.

“Right?” he repeated, eyes flitting between Carlos and Daniel. 

“Don’t worry mate, I know a great restaurant. You’ll like it,” Carlos said, clasping him on the shoulder. Lando eyed him cautiously.

“Is it too late to back out of this and order in?” he whispered, turning to look at her, causing her to laugh. 

Welp, my first Lando fic officially happened. Honestly it was only a matter of time. The devil works hard, but the Lando girlies work harder

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

#ask #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris oneshot #lando norris drabble #f1 fanfic #lando norris fluff #welp ivy it happened. was only a matter of time

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

okay hey! not sure if you take requests..but what if the reader, eddie and steve played a game strip poker together? and it took a turn into reader “doing it” with eddie and just steve watching and like touch himself?

OH MY GOD?? 😩😩🥵🥵

okay, so imagine it just started off as any other game. i’m thinking eddie is your boyfriend, while steve might be your best friend? maybe you guys are stoned or a little bit tipsy (not fully drunk), too. i get those vibes, anyway! but i digress, let’s get into it.

you, steve, and eddie are playing the game according to the rules, and it seems fine enough. that is, until you start losing articles of clothing, and eddie & steve can’t stop staring at you. it’s understandable for eddie to stare—after all, he’s seen you naked many times—but steve? your best friend? it doesn’t actually make you feel as awkward as it should; in fact, it’s actually a little bit arousing.

you throw a wink at both of them as every article comes off of your body, with steve becoming flustered and eddie just smirking. they stare at the bra you’re wearing when your shirt comes off, at your panties as you lose your bottoms, and eddie had been playing terribly on purpose so that he can get naked with you. he has a plan in mind, one that is unfolding quite nicely, by the looks. not only is steve staring at you, but he’s also taken to gawking at eddie—all of which is starting to get steve pretty hard.

eventually, you & eddie end up completely naked, with steve still mostly clothed. eddie proposes a “fun idea,” as he calls it: you & eddie, since you both lost terribly, should fuck in front of steve as his reward for winning. everyone was on board with it, and eddie started off by pulling you into his lap and kissing you as hard & as sloppily as possible. that turned into a 69 on the table, which then turned into you cumming on eddie’s face, and that turned into eddie fucking the shit out of you in one of the chairs. currently, he’s sitting up and you’re riding him in reverse cowgirl so that you can look at steve, bouncing desperately on eddie’s thick cock as he moans in your ear.

all the while, through everything, steve is jerking off to it. eddie is dictating steve’s pace, however, and tells him to slow down if he gets too close, or to speed up, or to play with his balls, or fuck his own fist. steve would have normally hated being bossed around like that, but fuck, what is happening in front of him was the hottest shit he’s ever seen. steve harrington was no stranger to dirty magazines, or the very rare dirty movie, but this had all of it beat. hands down.

“give him a show, sweetheart,” eddie rasps in your ear, a smirk in his voice as he brushes some hair from it. “it looks like he’s already enjoying himself quite a bit.”

“eddie,” you mewl, his hands squeezing your breasts from behind. he bounces them a bit in his hands before letting them go, giving steve a full view of your bare tits. he then leans you forward a bit, holding your hips so that you don’t fall. you hold onto the table with one hand, anchoring yourself a little as he starts pounding into you with a hot groan. “fuck, you…”

“what?” eddie asks, his hand around your throat as he forces you to look at steve again. “say it for both of us, y/n. what is it?”

“you’re a fucking god,” you breathe, and you hear him laughing behind you before he gives your ass a swat. he pulls you back up, so that you’re riding him from behind again. “no one could ever fuck me like this. no one but you.”

“harrington wishes he could fuck you like i do,” eddie says smugly, licking a stripe up your neck as he looks at steve. his long hair is in his face, as well as some of your own, but he doesn’t break eye contact with the other male. “christ, he’s really going to town over there.”

it’s true, too. steve moans breathlessly, his lashes fluttering as he tries hard to fight his orgasm. after all, he doesn’t want to disappoint eddie, or you, for that matter. he wants to be good and obedient, because he knows eddie well enough by now to know that he could be tough in his punishments. you’d told steve all about them in the past, after all, in as much detail as possible without it being weird. however, steve doesn’t have to worry for long, because what eddie does next solves his little dilemma.

eddie pulls you off of his lap and throws you onto the table, with your head hanging off the side. you moan filthily as he pushes inside of you again, face twisted in pleasure as you look at steve. eddie is ramming into you, his mouth all over your breasts as he moans filthily himself, teeth leaving marks as he bites at your skin. after a moment, he glances up at steve, using one hand to quickly beckon him over.

“c’mere, harrington,” eddie coos. “you’ve been such a good boy tonight, and i think you deserve a reward for that.”

steve swallows and stands on shaky legs, his hard cock still out as he does so. eddie smirks, moving one hand to your jaw as he coaxes your mouth open. you know what’s coming, and it turns you on so goddamn much that you almost cum right there. eddie pushes two fingers into your open mouth, humming in satisfaction as he presses the pads of his fingers to your tongue. he holds your jaw open that way, his eyes trailing upward to meet steve’s.

“she’s got a pretty mouth, doesn’t she?” eddie asks, grinning when steve nods. “she gives the best fucking blowjobs in the world, steve. it would be criminal for you to miss out.”

eddie keeps your mouth open, and steve looks to you for consent. you nod to give it, and he says: “i…will this change anything between us?”

“only if you let it,” eddie says to him, gesturing to your mouth. some drool is running down your cheeks, because your head is partially upside down off the table. “go on, harrington. get yourself a piece of her.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 10: Cuckolding

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6070

Warnings: Afab!reader, bisexual, cuckolding, cunnilingus, blowjobs, very mild bondage, threesome, sharing is caring, big cock, light humiliation, cum swapping, sex toy (onahole), use of she/her pronouns and the term 'girl'

A/N: This was actually supposed to be NTR, per the Kinktober prompt, but when I started writing this it turned out to be more of a cuckold situation ... aaaand then it just became a bisexual threesome by the end, look. It might be a bit offtopic but we're gonna' roll with it okay? dfjnksergh

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Saying Gorou doesn’t have a poker face would be putting it mildly. He’s as easy to read as an open book and it’s technically not even any fault of his own. It’s that damn tail of his. No matter what he does to try and hide it, it always gives him away. Gets him into trouble he might otherwise have been able to avoid had he been able to control it a little better, or if he didn’t have it at all. 

Even now when he’s actively trying to avoid looking at you and you think, maybe he’s starting to have second thoughts about this, the furry appendage just keeps insistently wagging back and forth at such a high speed it almost seems to turn into a soft brown blur of motion. He’s excited about this despite the slightest reservations still lingering in the back of your mind which was good, at least. Reassuring. 

Because one look at Itto standing off to the side assures you you’re not the only one feeling uncertain and just a bit hesitant at the moment. 

He makes a valiant effort to hide it behind his usual self assured mask (and an even greater effort to hide the half filled out cock behind his massive hand) but he’s failing at it just about as miserably as you probably were, and hardly any wonder there. This was completely unchartered territory, after all. You couldn’t even be sure which of you had first posed the suggestion over drinks and taiyaki late one nondescript evening but here you were, standing naked together for the first time, and Gorou looked like he was going to start levitating right up off the bed he was bent over if his tail picked up any more speed. 

If it hadn’t been exactly what he’d asked for, if he hadn’t admitted his deepest, darkest fantasies to you in hushed whispers with sweet sake on his breath, you would have called the whole thing off. If it had been just about anyone other than the big oni oaf trying his damndest to look cool and sauve while cupping his junk in the corner, you would have beat a hasty retreat right then and there. But Gorou had been clear about what he wanted, and Itto had assured you both he was down to play on his terms. 

Now the most pressing issue at hand seemed to be how to kick things off without making a complete and total fool out of yourself.  

Drawing a steadying breath, you reach down to thread your fingers through the back of Gorou’s short hair, deciding there was comfort in his familiarity. He gives a low groan and arches into the touch, encouraging you to close your first around the roots and tug. Rumbling a low sound of appreciation, the general acquiesces without qualm and slides off the side of the bed to settle more firmly on his knees. With him kneeling on the floor now, you use his hair to pull his face around and make him look up at you. 

And it’s instantly clear why he’d been avoiding this. He already looked a wreck even though you’d barely even touched him yet, having only gone so far as securing his hands at the small of his back with a length of silk rope, just as he’d requested. Had said it would stop him from giving into the urge to touch you or his cock when he shouldn’t have been doing either and work as an effective reminder of his role here. You understood why this appealed to him perhaps more so than anyone else precisely because it appealed to you too, and it was so very easy to imagine the roles reversed. 

If it had been you made helpless to do anything but watch while someone else took Gorou for themselves, you would have been just as much a wreck too. 

“Precious boy,” You coo at him, sliding your hand forward to cup his cheek tenderly. He nuzzles into the gesture, complete with a soft whimper in the back of his throat, and it makes you smile. “Are you ready to get started? I don’t know how much more waiting I can take.” 

Squeezing your thighs and rubbing them together, squirming in place for his benefit, has the intended effect of making Gorou’s straining cock eagerly jump in his lap. There’s nothing he can do about it with his arms secured behind him though, which just leaves him helplessly drooling sticky precum all over himself. The bead of glistening moisture that runs down the underside of his length catches your eye in the low lamp light and you watch its steady descent with nothing short of fast mounting excitement. This may have been his fantasy wish fulfillment but you would have been hard pressed to deny that you weren’t equally invested. 

“Yes.” He softly breathes, practically hissing the word. 

Stamping down an eager shudder, you straighten up and gesture to Itto. He hesitates only for a moment before moving across the room. His hand falls away in the process and you voraciously drink in the sight of his heavy cock bouncing between his legs with every step, equally big in length and girth. If ever you’d harbored any doubts about his oni heritage, this would have certainly dispelled them. 

Pulse quickening, your heated gaze quickly darts from one cock to the other. Truth be told, you were more partial to Gorou’s but you could understand the appeal in the size difference and why Itto was the one joining you rather than someone else. It wasn’t just that the two of them were good friends, at any rate. 

“I know we already talked about this but, uh,” The much, much taller male says as he steps up into your space, close enough for his thigh to brush your hip. Tentatively, he brings the nearest hand up to touch the back of your neck before evidently thinking better of it and sliding it further down to rest across your waist. 

The rapport you shared with him was not quite as close as Gorou’s and it showed in his uncertainty. More to the point, however, you suspected Itto was not quite as confident when it came to women as he’d like to appear, and you send him an amused, sidelong glance but his ruby eyes were all for Gorou in that moment. 

“I don’t know if I can actually be mean to you, little dude. I mean, I get the vibe and everything but you’re just way too chill. It wouldn’t feel right if I started saying nasty stuff to you out of nowhere. You haven’t exactly done anything to deserve it, you know what I mean?” 

“That’s fine.” Gorou murmurs back, soft and distant. 

You, on the other hand, pin Itto with a playfully wry look. He might need a little nudging but you were confident he had it in him, with the right incentive of course. “You’re not trying to stall, are you? And here I thought we were inviting a big, bad oni into our bed … guess that was our mistake.” 

Scoffing, Itto shoots a look of his own your way, clearly prepared to rise to that challenge just as he always was no matter what was being called into question. “You don’t gotta’ worry about that, honeybun. Arataki “Sex God” Itto is here to make sure both of you have a night you won’t soon forget and you can count on that!” 

Your laughing abruptly cuts off when he applies just enough pressure at the base of your spine to pull you in against him and your pulse immediately starts to jackhammer. It was hard not to be a little intimidated when you felt so small and powerless standing flush with him like this. But your own excitement is undeniable as you tip your head back to look at him in open invitation. Itto hesitates only a quick moment, swallows his nerves and then slowly bends at the waist — something he was probably going to be doing a lot of tonight when you and Gorou were both so much slighter than he was — and you moan, very softly, when he presses his mouth to yours. 

The sound reverberates, echoed by the man kneeling at your feet to further encourage you. It prompts you to bring your hands up and carefully wrap them around Itto’s impossibly wide shoulders. His kiss is a bit sloppy and not half as careful as Gorou’s are, but you can see the appeal in this too. It sets your blood to boiling, and you clutch at him all the more fervently when you feel yourself start to ease into the sensation of someone new. Someone different. It wasn’t bad, just unfamiliar. 

With a slight shift of his weight, you feel Itto reach further down and you crack your eyes open enough to watch him palm the top of Gorou’s head. With that staggeringly large hand, he guides the smaller man closer to the action and your guts curl into a tight, thrumming knot at the ready submission he shows the oni. That hazy look in his teal-blue eyes only seems to grow more pronounced as he rocks forward on his knees until only a negligible amount of space separates his face from your pelvis where he takes a deep, savory breath. No doubt tasting the potent cocktail of arousal and hormones that scent the air on the back of his tongue. A shudder races up your spine at the implication, Itto mirroring the reaction just a second later when it seems to bleed from you into him like a chain reaction domino effect. 

He reluctantly straightens up from you at that point, slowly taking in first your expression and then Gorou’s. You could tell he was a bit overwhelmed with this, a little outside his usual element (sex god, indeed) but he puts on a brave face all the same. Sliding the hand on your back lower, Itto gives your ass a playful, taunting squeeze as if to test the waters but when you eagerly arch against his touch he seems to find some of his usual confidence. Grabbing your backside in earnest this time, he gives the meat of it a greedy, possessive jostle before delivering a quick swat to make you jolt. You can’t quite stop yourself from giggling, low and sultry — for his benefit as much as Gorou’s — and he gives you a big, eager grin in return before nudging you towards the waiting bed.

Impressed that he was finding his footing so fast, you readily comply and turn to crawl up onto the edge of the mattress under his guidance. He takes a moment to stroke that big hand over your ass again, encouraging you to spread your legs a bit more in a hushed, tentatively coaxing tone that sends fresh tremors racing down your spine. You weren’t sure what to expect from him when this was all so brand new and foreign, having Itto of all people looking at and handling your naked body like this, but it still surprises you slightly when he shuffles back a step once he’s satisfied with your positioning. 

“Alright. Come get her ready for me, doggy.” 

Your heart skips a beat, genuine surprise washing over you at that. It takes everything you have not to turn and look while you’re acutely aware of them moving around behind you, getting resituated, but you force your body to remain still. So he really had paid attention during the talk you'd had leading into this …

Even though you expect it, you still start when Gorou leans into you and shoves his face between your legs. Hands fisting the sheets, you push back into him, groaning, while Itto moves another shuffling step so he can watch the action from a better vantage point. Gorou’s mouth gets right to work on your cunt, eagerly licking from the top of your slit down and then back up again, almost successfully distracting you from what the oni is doing. Almost, but not quite. 

Shoulders tense with anticipation, you crane your neck to look back at him only for a full bodied tremor to tear through you when you find Itto distractedly tugging at his cock. His heavy lidded eyes remain locked on what Gorou is doing, only glancing up from the softly moaning brunette when you release a faltering sound of your own into the statically charged air. He regards you for a long moment, brows pinched in what could only be arousal, before dragging his attention back down and you do the same to watch his thick fingers work over his even thicker length. Gods, he was huge. You weren’t even sure if he was going to fit. 

Gorou seems likewise aware of the logistical challenges in this arrangement, because he’s much messier about eating you out than usual. His wet tongue swirls and laps, gliding through slick folds and creases with a sort of sloppy abandon you didn’t normally see in him, leaving behind an excessive amount of sticky spit in his wake. Focusing his efforts on your palpitating hole and even taking the time to tongue fuck you, it doesn’t take long at all for him to have you feeling like a goopy mess between the legs. Saliva and pussy slick mix together to create a truly viscous consistency that leaves you aching for some real friction even as you grind back on his mouth and nose, smearing his face with it much to his groaning delight. 

Both you and Gorou are outright panting by the time Itto comes close again, his hot, heavy breaths on your clenching pussy just making you shudder all the more. You’re distantly aware of him reaching out to palm the top of Gorou’s head once more and the blatantly possessive, dominating gesture draws another low groan from the general, fanning yet more sticky air across your cunt in the process. You issue a soft noise of your own when Itto pulls him away from you, leaving you to pitifully circle your hips against nothing but resounding emptiness in his absence. Pushing up, you quickly twist around and watch Gorou shift on his knees to fully face the big oni, pink tongue already lolling out of his mouth. 

“My turn now.” The taller man murmurs and you don’t miss the slight waver in his voice, like he still wasn’t totally sure if what he was doing was the right way to go about things. 

But Gorou doesn’t need to be told twice, and your breath hitches when he lurches up to lathe that thick cock in attention that was just as messy as what you had received. The sucker punched noise Itto huffs out rushes straight to your cunt and you shift around a little more to get a better look. Watching your normally polite and well mannered boyfriend slobber all over another man’s big, hefty cock like some common whore unexpectedly turns out to be one of the hottest things you’d ever seen, and you just stare at them in mute fascination. 

“H - hey, there ya’ go,” Itto reaches back to grip Gorou’s neck, the way he slurs and stumbles over his words further belying the effect this was having on him. “Get me nice and wet for your girl, puppy. You know she isn’t used to someone of my size … isn’t that right?” 

You send him a slow look, wondering at his earlier assertion that he couldn’t be mean even if he’d wanted to, but it doesn’t really matter either way. Gorou seems to eat it up, his tail rapidly thumping against the floor as he inches himself somehow even closer to Itto until he’s practically pressed up against his legs, moaning hotly around the cock now wedged in his mouth. His ears press back, folding almost flat against the top of his skull, but his eyes remain locked on the taller male's face, practically begging him for more. 

Letting out another low hiss of surprise, Itto squeezes the back of his neck tighter. “Holy shit.” 

You couldn’t have agreed more. 

It seems to take a great deal of effort for Itto to finally drag Gorou off his cock a few minutes later, his shoulders sagging slightly at the loss of that hot, wet mouth around him. He stands frozen for a moment, just admiring the glistening thread of spittle that stretches between them before apparently gathering his resolve. Gently pushing Gorou back to give himself some space, Itto at last turns to you and brings one knee up to brace on the edge of the bed. You get the picture quickly enough, turning to get on your hands and knees again, and your pussy clenches eagerly when he grabs your hips so he can pull you back against him. You’re sure your heart is going to pound right out of your chest while he takes the time to position you how he wants, no doubt making sure the angle was just right for Gorou to get a front row seat to watch you get split in half. 

“Ready?” 

“Archons, yes.” You groan, and dramatically arch your back to make sure Gorou got a good long look at your cunt being presented to another man. It’s almost a little embarrassing, hamming it up like this, but if the general was willing to give in to the urge to act like an unrepentant slut then so were you. “I need you inside me Itto, I’m already so wet for you. Please fill me up … I need your cock.”

“Shit.” 

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you try to brace for what was coming next as he possessively takes hold of your hips to hold you in place and stop your squirming. You still had some lingering doubts that you could even take something of his size, even with the prep, but you force yourself to relax into it when Itto eagerly presses into you from behind, his own excitement showing in the way he impatiently lines himself up. 

The glans is hot and sticky with lingering spit as it nudges against your cunt and parts the lips under that stilted, slow pressure he exerts, gradually sinking into you bit by excruciating bit. You feel dizzy with it almost instantly, how heavy and oppressive he feels behind you. Your body offers up resistance as soon as he starts to truly breach your entrance though, the stretch to your guts far too great and unfamiliar, and you go ramrod stiff, sucking in a sharp gasp of air. 

“Oh!” 

“Oh ho, ya’ hear that, little buddy? I think she likes it,” Itto softly laughs but the strained, shaky quality of his voice is not lost on you even at this pivotal moment when all the tension in the room feels like it’s reaching true critical mass. He pauses, seems to hesitate, allowing you just a brief moment to adjust and relax the muscles as much as you’re able to, before giving his hips another little push. The way you moan in stricken pleasure seems to bounce off the walls on an endlessly looping echo, ringing in your own ears. 

“Archons above …” 

You don’t get a chance to acknowledge Gorou’s awestruck murmur, much too preoccupied with the massive cock carefully working itself into your body. At least Itto knew he was big, you think to yourself, and thank the gods for that. You’re not sure what you would have done if he’d tried to force it in all at once, either not realizing or not caring that he was much bigger than the average man. The strain of it is all pleasure laced with tinges of discomfort just shy of pain and that intense pressure on your guts makes you go cross eyed by the time he finally slides home, settling against the backs of your thighs at long last with a low, drawn out groan of his own. 

It forces the air out of your lungs in one big, shuddering woosh and you shake so hard the bed softly creaks under your weight. You’d never felt so damn stuffed in all your life. 

“That’s a tight fit.” Itto rumbles out another laugh, or tries to, but it just sounds thin and tremulous in the stuffy room. 

A soft whimper on the floor pulls your head up, and you turn just enough to glance over your shoulder in time to watch the big oni place his hand on Gorou’s head so he can pull him closer. Your pussy throbs around the thick intrusion that’s got you speared down the middle when you feel the brunette’s breath hit your skin again, hovering so near the spot where your bodies are joined that a sudden surge of white hot arousal washes over you, making you writhe in place. 

But Itto seems to be on a mission, evidently committed to his role of playing with you and your boyfriend despite his earlier uncertainty on the matter. He holds Gorou in place while he carefully starts to draw himself back only enough to give a small, staggered thrust into the pulpy heat of your cunt. For as slight as it is, the weighty push against your innards still makes you lurch, head hanging low now as Itto gradually works his way up to a quicker pace. The soft, wet click of your body taking him in sounds loud in the still air, but Gorou’s quiet sighs and groans are somehow even louder. They dominate the space between your ears and prompt you to loose a sultry, not entirely feigned moan, your entire body thrumming with fast mounting tension. 

“Ohh, Itto … you’re so - ahh! So big! You’re stretching me so much …!” 

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” It takes you a beat to realize that question hadn’t been directed at you but, rather, Gorou. The thought of Itto (making an attempt to) smugly look over at him while he fucks you, your partner helpless to do anything but watch … your back sharply bows, a flustered sound of pleasure punching out of your mouth. 

His thrusts falter then, and Itto seems to glance between the two of you as if suddenly realizing that this was really happening. That he had two cute, perfectly willing participants completely at his mercy, his to do with however he pleased, and that evidently fills him with a newfound sense of confidence. He quickly resumes his pace, rutting his hips into you even more enthusiastically than before. Your pleasured groans and sighs quickly pick up until all you can do is wordlessly bleat every time he sinks into you straight down to the hilt, repeatedly spearing you on his length to the rhythmic plap, plap, plap of his pelvis meeting your upturned ass. 

You were quickly losing yourself in it, so caught up in the constant onslaught to all your senses that you almost don’t catch it when he speaks again. 

“You like watching me have your girl, general? I mean this in the best possible way, man, but I had no idea you were so freaky.” Itto doesn’t even appear to be putting in that much effort now that he’s comfortably settled into this pace, his attention equally divided between you and Gorou. Both of you cry out in faltering, near perfect unison, and Itto squeezes your hip where he’s pulling you back to meet his steady thrusts but the brunt of his attention seems to remain focused on the other man. “You should have said something sooner. I would have gladly taken you guys to bed with me. Seriously though, who would’ve guessed she’d be such a size queen? You should feel the way she’s squeezing me right now …”

He lets out a low, faltering groan for emphasis and you just barely catch the sound of Gorou whining needily in the back of his throat over the sound of your own haggard gasps. You have to fight back tears that spring up in your eyes in response to the thorough pounding you were getting, practically seething as you claw at the bed sheets and rock back to meet him. His cock was just too much all at once when it was shoving deep inside of you, rearranging your organs in the process, but you couldn’t stop. It already felt like you were tipping dangerously close to the edge and he was going to shove you over whether you wanted him to or not. 

“You’re really missing out right now, dude. I almost feel bad for you … wanna’ see for yourself what I’m doing to her?”

“Please.” 

To your sudden, groaning disappointment, Itto pulls completely out on the next thrust and he uses the hand on your hip to angle your backside towards Gorou. You clench your teeth at the sensation of your pussy weakly squeezing around nothing, struggling to retract after being moulded around the shape of him, and Gorou outright wheezes at the sight of you. Red hot arousal slices through you at the thought of how you must look in that moment. Soaking wet and gaping in the aftermath of someone else’s cock, spread open on your hands and knees for another man. It would have been shameful and embarrassing had you not seen with your own two eyes how very hard it made the brunette just thinking about the oni having you like this. He’d barely been able to control himself during the talk the three of you had had together, the ever present tent in his pants twitching the whole time he described this particular fantasy. You couldn’t deny that it had gotten you incredibly wet listening to him talk like that and now that it was actually happening you felt wild with arousal. 

Plaintively grinding against the air, you rear back to give him a good look at how very turned on you were, how used your cunt was thanks to someone other than him. “Gorou …” With that quiet whimper, you give your ass a needy little shake for good measure. “M’gonna’ cum.”

He swallows hard enough that you can hear the muscles in his throat working to get it down. “You’re going to cum for him?” Voice small and thin. Raspy. “Right now?” 

“Soon …”

Laughing loudly to disrupt the quiet exchange in that attention grabbing, boisterous way he always does, Itto gives your behind a light swat before yanking you close to him again. This time when he slides in it’s a much quicker affair now that you’re already stretched out for him, and you jerk upright with a choked off wail when he quickly buries himself inside you straight down to the base. Your soft innards throb around the thick intrusion, muscles locked in dizzying tension as he picks right back up where he left off, and still not even close to working up a sweat as far as you could tell. 

“Gods, Itto! You’re … you’re breaking me in half!” 

“Ya’ hear that, puppy? Bet no one’s ever told you that before, huh?” 

The low responding whine from the floor sounds all too familiar and you wonder, in a far off, dreamy sort of way if Gorou was getting close too. If he could really reach his breaking point just from watching Itto impale you on his hard cock. The mere thought of it, picturing it in your cotton stuffed mind and imagining the brunette impotently grinding his narrow hips in increasingly tighter jerks down at the oni’s feet until he finally shoots hot ropes all over himself, has your cunt spasming so wildly you nearly shoot right up off the bed. 

You really were going to cum. And much sooner than even you had anticipated. 

All it takes is one last pinching squeeze to your waist, Itto’s hand massive on you and his nails digging in sharply, for the coil to snap. You wrench against him with a distressed wail and try to shove up, angling your body as if to get away from him, but he won’t let you escape. His grip on you tightens to hold you in place while you shake and convulse through your orgasm, bleating loudly as you shudder harder than you’d thought was physically possible. The hollowed out flutter in your spread cunt feels distant yet so sharp and intense that for a split second you think you really might cry from it. 

Some moments later you finally start to come down from it one jagged piece of you at a time, and you slowly sag to lay out, twitching, in a boneless heap on top of the bed. Itto sedately fucks into you another moment longer, further churning your pulsing guts, before slowly withdrawing again. The resulting wet pop when he slips free makes you wince slightly, but you don’t get a chance to linger on it long enough to be embarrassed. 

“Man, look at the mess you made. I didn’t think you’d cum that much.” Issuing a thin, threadbare whistle, Itto shifts behind you and you numbly lift your head to look back at him, but all of his attention was on Gorou now. “Wanna’ clean me up and give your girlfriend a taste, doggy?” 

You sit up a little straighter, quickly forgetting about your own post orgasm haze when you notice Gorou’s narrow shoulders are trembling just enough for it to be obvious. His pointed canine ears swivel vaguely in your direction at the movement but his eyes remain locked on Itto as he submissively shuffles closer on the floor so he can lean up and catch that heavy, straining cock in his mouth. You were a little surprised Itto hadn’t already cum, having half expected him to shoot ropes almost as soon as he was seated inside you, but you appreciated the (rare) show of foresight on his part. Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, you dazedly glance down between them as Gorou moans at the taste of you on the other man. His own erection was still painfully hard, flushed dark now and twitching eagerly in its neglected state, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You had just the thing in mind to take care of him. 

“I think he’s been good this whole time don’t you, Itto?” 

“Huh?” The horned oni glances over at you, clearly more than a little distracted by what Gorou was doing between his legs. “Oh. Uh, yeah. You got something in mind?” 

You nod and carefully climb off the bed, going slow to make sure your legs would support you after such an intense session. It’s slow going at first, but somehow they hold out. “I’d say he’s earned a reward. Let me grab it real quick.” 

Gorou whines from his spot on the floor, no doubt guessing at what you were scheming, but the excited twitch of his tail assures you he likes the idea. So transparent and easy to read. It was incredibly cute. 

Easing open the bottom drawer in the nightstand, you pull out the rubbery cylinder hidden away inside and quickly join Gorou where he’s kneeling. With his mouth still preoccupied around Itto, all he can do is helplessly watch when you bring the toy up and spit in it to lubricate the interior passage. Meaningfully, you then hold it up to his face and he hesitates only a brief moment before pulling off the the other man, panting as he adds his own saliva to the mix. You smile at him and make a suggestive show of fingering into the hole, pushing the mingling spit deeper in and making sure he gets a good look at it while you do it. 

“My pussy is only for Itto but I’m sure this will suffice just as well, won’t it Gorou? At least you’ll get to cum this way … it’s either that or my feet. Which would you prefer?” 

Gorou heaves, lurching slightly as if you’d sucker punched him while he hangs his head low. “I want the toy …” He wheezes. “Please.” 

Your pussy squeezes with renewed excitement but then, with a low groan, Itto’s hand descends upon his head again, guiding him back to his waiting cock. Slyly grinning, you flip the cylinder over and reach across the brunette’s lap to fit it over his straining cock, carefully sinking it down on him while he seals his mouth around Itto again. His hips give a sensitive, desperate jerk before tersely stilling, but it’s clearly a great effort in self control for him not to wildly rut into the fake pussy with everything he’s got. You could practically see the internal struggle reflected in his face, expression pinched and flushed hotter than you’d ever seen it. 

“There,” You murmur, settling further in next to him. “Don’t you look cute like that? Cleaning Itto’s cock after I made a mess on it while you’re stuffed into a toy … I bet you’re just glad you get to cum at all though, huh?” 

Weekly nodding his head, Gorou seems to sway unsteadily on his knees as if he were beginning to feel a bit faint and you didn’t doubt that he was. But then you catch the way Itto glances between the two of you and turn your attention up at him, smiling when he furrows his brows. 

“And here I was worried about being too mean.” He murmurs, making you laugh. 

“I’m not being mean. Gorou likes some soft humiliation from time to time,” Your smile grows, taking on a mischievous edge. “And so do I. Didn't we tell you? We’re both switches.” 

Itto’s eyes widen slightly, his face going slack when your partner does something with his tongue that almost succeeds in distracting him. “Um, okay … what the hell does that mean?” 

“I’ll explain later.” You assure him, breathing out a heady sigh as you lean forward to crowd your face in close to Gorou’s. Itto seems to freeze in place when he realizes what you’re doing, blatant surprise dancing over his expression as you flick your tongue out to lap at the side of his cock and get a good taste of yourself. 

Ears twitching, Gorou mouths his way closer until your lips meet somewhere in the middle. You kiss each other over the bobbing length between you and swap the taste of pussy back and forth. The way Itto flusteredly groans sounds almost delirious, a bit woozy, but neither of you pay it any mind. 

With the hand in his lap, you grip the cylindrical toy in a steady hold and begin pumping it up and down, working Gorou’s achingly hard cock and earning a sensitive, breathless wheeze from him as he rocks back. His eyes practically roll straight up in his head, moaning a broken sob when his stuttering hips jerk and twitch but he catches himself with another low, rumbling sound of pleasure. Leaning up again, he quickly seals his mouth over Itto and starts bobbing his head to take him straight to the back of his throat. You feel your own tentative arousal double and then triple, slipping your tongue out to trace along the protruding vein on the side so you can take care of what Gorou can’t reach. Knowingly, you turn your sly gaze up at Itto who’s startled expression quickly morphs into one of pure, tortured bliss. 

“I think you guys are really trying to kill me here or something …” 

You try not to grin and fail miserably at it, ducking your head to press a lingering kiss against the dangling weight of his ballsack. “Aww, what gave it away? And here I thought we were being so very subtle.” 

“That’s not funny —“ Itto starts to say only to abruptly cut off with a whiny, vaguely flustered moan as he tips his head back and hisses up at the ceiling. He probably hadn’t anticipated himself ending up on the receiving end quite like this, getting tag teamed by the two of you, but the way his cock eagerly twitches between you and Gorou seemed to suggest he was just fine with it. 

Good. The night was still young, after all, and you were ready for more.

⭐

Crossposted: here

#genshin impact #arataki itto #gorou #gorou x reader #itto x reader #gorou x reader x itto #self insert bullshit

[sunlightmurdock]

Trouble In Paradise | 0.9 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), smut, pinv, oral (f and brief m), pet names, dirty talk etc. Feel like Rooster deserves his own warning by this point in the fic

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“So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

The ugly ass boot is gone, your stitches are out and you don’t need crutches anymore. Rooster watches as you turn and smile at him, tugging your hoodie over your head before you’re even out of the hospital. You’re wearing a black bikini top and a pair of shorts.

“Hey, I don’t know if swimming is such a good idea… you’re supposed to be taking it easy.” Rooster comments as he watches you walk off ahead, stepping out into the warm morning sun. You smile at him over your shoulder like you know better than him.

He pushes his hands into his pockets as he follows after you, watching you toss the hoodie into the backseat of the bronco and pull yourself up into the driver’s seat. Wordlessly, smiling softly at your determination, Rooster slides into the passenger seat.

“What was up with you and the real life Ken doll from last night? — Seems like you don’t like him too much.”

Rooster holds back a sigh. He had been expecting this question, but had successfully avoided it all morning before now.

“Hangman just… likes to get under people’s skin. I’ve known him since I was in the academy.” Rooster clearly isn’t interested in going into depth about this. Noted. You turn on the radio softly as you reverse out of the space.

Your ankle twinges with a faint pain as you press down on the pedal. You engage the best poker face you’ve got. If he knows your ankle still hurts he’s going to have you on bed rest or something. You can’t stand the thought of being on those crutches for one more day.

Plus, the weather is incredible this morning. The kind of warmth that makes you want to close your eyes with your nose turned toward the sky and just breathe. It’s not so hot that’s uncomfortable, there’s a soft breeze that compliments the building morning heat.

He would have to physically restrain you to keep you from the beach today. You’ve noticed that he’s in board shorts too — perfect swim attire.

“How long ago was that?”

Rooster shrugs his shoulder as he tries to count back the years, he shakes his head softly, “Uh… like thirteen years ago. Something like that, I think.”

“Wow, I was in elementary school then.” You blurt.

His head turns towards you so quickly that you worry for a moment he’s going to give himself whiplash. Your eyes turn back to the road once you’re secure in the realisation that he hasn’t broken his neck.

“That’s… that’s not fun to think about,” He groans, letting out a half-hearted laugh as he shifts in his seat and parts his knees. He rests his fist against his temple, shaking his head. “Shit.”

You giggle and slide one hand over onto his thigh, patting his skin playfully, “Don’t worry, older guys are sexy. I’ll help you dye your greys.”

“Greys?” Rooster frowns, offended by the insinuation that he’s old enough for that. “Watch your mouth.”

You nudge your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose, looking across at him and shooting him a wink.

He chuckles softly and adjusts his own sunglasses, watching you drive. You slap his knee, “Hey! This is the song you were singing the other day.”

His brows furrow for a moment as he turns the radio up. He smiles slightly at the fact that you not only remember the soft tune he was humming whilst he helped you shower, but that you can recognise it from the three opening bars. He smiles even more at the fact that you don’t know this song outside of his rendition of it.

“You don’t know Stevie Wonder?” Rooster raises his brows at you. He drums his fingers on the side of the door to the song.

“I’ve heard of him. What else does he sing?” You ask, like he’s one of the obscure bands Rooster has heard you listening to from time to time.

“I’m yours,” Rooster harmonises along to the chorus first, making you smile, then answers your question, “Isn’t she lovely, superstition — just called to say I love you?”

You shrug like those words mean nothing to you. You’re sure you would recognise the songs if you heard them, but the titles alone aren’t ringing any bells for you.

“Are all the songs you listen to love songs?” You tease him, earning one of those deep, rich laughs that comes from deep within his chest.

“Are all the songs you listen to about casual hookups?” He answers back, thinking to the song you were listening to on the way here. Something about moving forward — SZA, was it? You laugh too. “Come on, didn’t your parents ever teach you about the classics?”

You turn your head to look at him as you pull into your driveway. Your beach is your favourite to swim on because it’s usually quieter than the ones near Honolulu. Rooster bites his tongue. The two of you don’t talk about your parents.

You ignore the question and push open the door to the truck, “Come on. Need a grown up to supervise me while I swim.” You tease. He scoffs as he follows you.

Even with a healing ankle, you take off ahead of him. He’s still headed down those wooden steps as you’re kicking off your shorts and rushing into the water.

“Cold?” He calls to you, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it down next to your shorts. Your eyes rake shamelessly over his bare torso, lips curving up into a smile as you dip your shoulders under the waves. That never gets old.

“Fucking freezing!” You call back, making him laugh. He takes in a sharp breath as the water pools around his feet, then throws his head back and groans.

You giggle as he forces himself into the water until it’s around his ribs. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him, pressing his lips against you.

“I’m freezing my balls off for you.” He mutters against your mouth, making you grin. You slide your fingertips along each ridge of his abs, dipping your hand into the waistband of his shorts.

He watches as you jut your bottom lip out in mock sympathy.

“Poor baby.” You tease, squeezing your hand around his soft cock once and giggling as he pinches your sides. He guides your legs around his waist and grinds his hips against you, squeezing your thighs as he kisses your mouth.

Rooster presses his lips to your jaw, your cheek, your temple, then the spot where your stitches were.

“Signed, sealed, delivered,” You sway in his arms as you sing what you remember from the song playing in the car. Admittedly, it’s been kind of on repeat in your head since he was singing it to you a couple of days ago. “I’m yours.”

He pulls you tighter against him with one arm and lifts your sunglasses up onto your head with his other hand. His lips hint at a smile.

Rooster didn’t sleep at all last night. Tossing and turning for hours, wondering how the hell he was supposed to face you this morning knowing that he was caught. Knowing that he had fucked up enough to have something to be caught doing. He hasn’t ever done this — he’s never fucked up this bad. He’s never hurt someone like he’s hurting Amy right now.

It’s so peaceful to be awake with you. Here, at 9am, standing chest deep in saltwater that hasn’t had a chance to heat up under the sun yet, listening to you sing a song you don’t even know just because you liked the way it sounded coming from his lips. His hand trails the length of your spine and back down again.

Your eyes are on his, warm and so happy. He leans forwards and kisses your lips. As he pulls back, you lift your chin and let the sun beam down onto your face. He raises his shoulders out of the water, the sun warming his skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, barely out loud. Almost a whisper. If you weren’t so close to him, you wouldn’t have heard it. You look back at him, admiring the wonder in his soft brown eyes. “You look so beautiful right now.”

“Not bad yourself, Bradshaw.” You tease, trailing your fingers over the slightly raised scarring on his cheek, pressing your lips to his temple. He smiles at you, pulling you impossibly closer. His bare chest presses against yours as he kisses your mouth softly. You slip your tongue into his mouth but he’s the one who leads the kiss.

“Now, how about you take me home and fuck me ‘til I cry?”

Rooster pulls back and stares at you. He squints his eyes, but smiles, then shakes his head. He can’t help but let out a laugh.

“That was a really nice moment up until you said that.” He laments playfully, pressing his lips to your temple. His hands slide down to squeeze at your ass, pulling you tighter around his waist. He hasn’t ever made a girl cry during sex before, and he can’t lie, the thought of it has all the blood in his body rushing south. “We’re going to have to do something about you saying shit like this when we’re in public.”

You laugh as you drape your arms over his broad shoulders, “Because I told that old lady that we were just fucking the other week?” Bradley nods his head, brushing his palms over your as as he grinds his hips against you.

“It’s not my fault I’m funny.” You answer back. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“You do realise that when you say things like ‘we’re just fucking’ — people look at me and assume I’m some kind of pervert taking advantage of this young girl.” Rooster’s hands squeeze softly at your hips, pulling you closer to him. His eyes study your features. There’s no way in the world he’s going to be able to forget this.

The sun on your features as you smile at him then say the dirtiest things you can think of. He wonders if, when he’s thinking about this in his old age, he’ll remember how dirty your mouth was. Or just how pretty your smile is.

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” You tease, leaning forward to kiss his neck. He hmms and slides his hands down to grab at your ass, rocking his hips against you.

“Next time I might just make it your problem, baby.”

Your grin widens. You raise an eyebrow at him suggestively, “Promise?”

He turns his head toward the beach. There’s just a young couple walking a dog before the day gets too hot, but he’s still not willing to fuck you in the ocean. He lifts you off of him and turns you toward the shore.

“You’re lucky it’s too cold for me to get hard in this water.” He mumbles, grabbing your hand and letting you lead him out of the water. You giggle as he adjusts himself through the shorts.

“Don’t worry, I have a couple ideas on how to warm the little guy up.”

“Little?”

And then you scoop his shirt and your clothes up off of the sand and take off running. He shoots a glance towards the couple with the dog, aware that if he sprints after you, they’re going to think he’s a predator. Luckily, they’re headed the other way and aren’t looking back.

You have a little bit of a head start. You’re already on the wooden steps and climbing when he starts running. You know you don’t have time to fiddle with the back fence, your keys are in your shorts and the damn lock always gets stuck. Instead, you run around to the front of the house and leap up onto the small porch, throwing your body weight against the front door as you swing it open.

He’s lots of things. Taller, stronger, faster. Right behind you being the most prevalent on your mind right now.

Rooster is aware of his size, but also not exactly gentle as tackles you into the wall just through the door, both of you falling into it laughing. He does protect your head, though, stopping it from hitting the drywall with his hand on the back of your skull. You drop the clothes onto the floor and grab his face in your hands as he presses his cold body against yours.

His mouth is on yours between the laughter, one hand on your hip and the other in your hair as he grinds his hips against you. You grin against his lips, hiking one leg up around his waist, moaning softly as he presses you harder into the wall.

“Your ankle seems better.” Rooster mumbles, still impressed by how fast you just made it up those stairs after being on crutches for a week. Your ankle may hurt, but your competitiveness will always outweigh any physical pain.

You laugh breathily, then tug at the waistband of his board shorts.

“Woah, woah, woah — hold on!” You jump at the sound, both of your heads turning towards Ella. She’s standing in the doorway to her room, with a spectacular view of more of Rooster than she was expecting to see.

He’s still covered, but your hand in his waistband has exposed his v-lines and the peak of neatly groomed hair above his dick. Bradley pulls his hips back and fixes his waistband before she gets any more of a show. She pulls a disgusted face at the two of you, shrugging her bag closer to her body. “I’m going, just give me a chance to get out the door. It’s too early in the morning for me to see his dick.”

“Speak for yourself.” You mumble, enjoying the way that Rooster’s cheeks flush as you playfully tug at his waistband once more. He stands up a little straighter, putting slight distance between your bodies.

“Have fun! Please don’t tell me which surfaces you fuck on, I’d rather not know.” Ella pulls her sunglasses down onto her face and steps around the two of you, hurrying outside to her car.

“Have a good day at work!” You call back, lifting your head to smile at Rooster as the front door swings shut. He groans and grabs at your hips, shaking his head at you.

“This is what I meant by working on filtering what we say to people. She doesn’t need to know how excited you are to see me naked, baby.” There’s a soft playfulness to his voice, he’s half joking. You push your hips against his, looking up at him and smiling.

“There are worse things than people knowing that you’re having sex with a pretty girl.” You answer back, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him against you. Your lips find his quickly, humming contentedly as you slip your tongue into his mouth.

He presses you into the wall, his body flush against yours and keeping you steady. He shakes his head, “Maybe that whole fucking you ‘til you cry thing wasn’t such a bad idea if you wanna keep talking back.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You agree, making him chuckle softly. He grabs the backs of your thighs and tugs hard, lifting you off of your feet and stepping the eight steps forward until he’s in your room.

He presses one knee into your mattress, lowering you down onto it with a little too much chivalry for your liking. After seven entire days of him treating you like glass, you want Rooster back. You grab him by his dog tags and pull him down on top of you, feeling him groan into your mouth. You push hard against his shoulder until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his waist.

“Fuck,” He breathes out, his hands grabbing at your ass as he grinds his cock hard against you. You tug at the strings of your bikini, pulling the top away from your body and discarding it.

You lean forwards, pressing both of your palms against his pecks — maybe using your arms to squeeze your tits together just a little, grinding your ass against him through his shorts.

His raises a palm, then stops his hand at your neck for a moment. He rubs his thumb across your pulse point. He loves the way you look at him. Like every last part of you belongs to him. Your breath hitches slightly as you suck your lip between your teeth.

He lifts his head up to latch his mouth onto yours again and it’s heavier, so much more desperate than before. The happy sound that falls from your lips spurs him on as his other hand pushes up your body.

The hand that’s on your pulse point squeezes softly as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Then you lose track. His hands are everywhere. You’re moaning into his mouth and he’s rocking against you. Then you’re on his back and his lips are on your throat. He cups your tits in his hands, thumb brushing over one nipple whilst his mouth finds the other.

You moan softly, taking your lip between your teeth as you admire him doing what he does best - making your toes curl.

“I’ll never get tired of looking at you.” Rooster murmurs. You smile softly, lifting your hips as his mouth works along your bare torso. His tongue wets his bottom lip as he glances up at you. Your eyes go wide with excitement as he takes your lifted hips in his hands, grabbing them tight. His tongue, still resting on his bottom lip, slides forward and begins at the edge of your belly button.

You whine excitedly. Rooster holds you nice and still, keeping you exactly where he likes you - at his mercy - as the tip of his tongue trails to the edge of your skimpy bikini bottoms. He licks across your hipbone, then covers the skin with his mouth. Excitement pools between your legs as he presses firm, warm kisses along the line of your bikini.

He groans out a soft fuck against your skin, making you grin and bite into your lip as you slide a hand into his hair. He squeezes his hands around your hips as he lifts them higher. Your shoulders are the only thing still on the mattress now, your knees over his shoulders and his mouth on your thigh.

"Rooster, please." You can't wait anymore, wriggling in his grasp, desperate for something - anything - to soothe that pulse between your legs. He groans out, pleased by your desperation. Enamoured by the way that you really do seem to need him, not just want him.

He nudges the tip of his nose against your clit over the material, then parts your thighs further and presses his mouth just about as high up on your thigh as he could be without giving you what you want.

"Rooster. Please!"

You feel him smirking against your core. He nudges the bikini to the side and trails his thumb between your folds, pressing it delicately against your hole and then sliding it back up to circle your clit. He tuts softly, pressing his lips to your hip once more,

"It's yours, baby," He murmurs affectionately, punctuating his sentence with an open-mouthed kiss to your navel. Your eyes feel like they're about to roll back in your head. Your hips buck against him, his one hand squeezing at your hip to steady you as your thumb works your clit. "Just hold out a little longer for me. I've got you."

Rooster's fingers curl around the ties on either side of your hips, tugging at them until they come loose and the fabric falls out of his way. His mouth is on you instantly. You gasp out, hips rocking softly as his tongue curls just slightly into you.

"Fuck," Your heel presses into his shoulder blade for leverage, eyes squeezing shut as his lips clasp over your clit. Your ankle really does feel a lot better right now. "Rooster, holy shit!"

He presses two fingers into you, earning himself another shaking moan. Your knuckles whiten around your sheets as he fucks his fingers into you, you throw your head back against the mattress. He sucks softly around the bundle of nerves. Your other hand is still tangled in his sun-kissed curls as you hold him right where you want him. Rooster grunts as your walls clench around his fingers.

It should be embarrassing, how fast it all is. If you were a guy, this would be humiliating. How quickly he has your entire body tightening, clenching, flexing. You tug hard at his roots and press your heel harder into his shoulder. He grunts softly against your clit.

He isn't ashamed in the slightest. Every day he spends with you, he's amazed by the wonders you do for his confidence. It's a special thing to look at a girl as gorgeous as you and know that the most prevalent thought in that pretty little head, every single day, is of his cock.

"Be a good girl for me, huh?" He murmurs, mouth leaving your pussy just long enough to tell you that before he's flicking his tongue against you again. "You can go a couple more times, right?"

"Yes, Daddy."

And then his mouth isn't on you anymore. He still his fingers inside of you, lifting his head. It's only when you finally close your mouth, swallow hard and take in a shaky breath that gives you the brainpower to force your eyes open that you see the way he's staring at you.

Really, you can't tell how he feels about it. You haven't seen him looking at you like this before.

You begin to wince, realising that this is the same guy who was monogamous for the past six years and living in Virginia of all places for most of that time. Then, you realise that you aren't embarrassed about that either. You kick at his shoulder.

"Oh, don't be so conservativ-"

You gasp as he pulls his fingers out of you and uses the hand that's still on your hip to flip you onto your front. His fingertips curl around your hips, lifting them up off of the mattress whilst you're still trying to pull your arms out from under you so that you can lift your head.

Rooster's shoving his shorts down his legs, the mattress barely dipping behind you before you feel him guiding his tip between your legs.

"Roo- Ah! Oh, fuck." Your face is still smushed into your sheets, eyes rolling back as your body tries desperately to adjust to the stretch of him, all whilst he gives you no time at all to do so.

"Christ," Rooster chokes out, grabbing your hips so hard they threaten to break under his grip. "So fucking good, you're so good for me."

You grin, finally managing to pull your arms out from under you. You fold your elbows and rest your chin on your forearms, taking your lip between your teeth, moaning out his name. You grind your hips back against his, lifting your chin enough to look back at him over your shoulder.

Rooster lets out a breathy chuckle, leaning forwards and grabbing your jaw, he turns it more towards him, kissing you hard. Then, he lets go and drives himself into you even harder. Fucking you hard and fast, one hand snaking between your legs to work his fingertips against your clit.

"Taking it so well for daddy, baby." You swear you might come again. He knows the same to be true, feeling you clench around his cock.

You giggle softly, interrupted as he forces another moan from somewhere deep inside of you. You force your brain to function. Every atom of your being pulls together to allow you to curl your fingers into your sheets, lift your shoulders and curl one hand over the top of his, rocking your hips back.

Rooster's mind goes totally blank for a split second before he blinks hard enough to focus, watching with his lip between his teeth as you fuck yourself on his cock.

"Like this?"

The sound that leaves his lips is heavenly. His hips stutter for just a moment as he tries to meet your thrusts. He stills, biting his lip so hard that he starts to taste blood.

"C'mere." It's barely even a word, let alone a request or instruction. He pulls out long enough to put you on you back, push your knees back to your shoulders, then he fills you again. You curl your fingers around the nape of his neck, the delicious sound of your moans right in his ear.

The muscles in his arms flex as he grips your hips, pounding into you until you're shaking and begging. You'll never get tired of looking at him either. Your mouth hangs open, like you're about to say something but your brain just can't keep up. Rooster wishes that didn't please him as much as it does.

Still, it would be a shame to leave that pretty mouth hanging open, empty. He raises his hand and slips his ring and middle fingers between your lips. You happily take them, bobbing your head just slightly on the digits.

"My dirty fucking girl." He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips. You smile around his fingers. Rooster's brain downright short circuits. He presses his chest against the backs of your thighs, making you inhale sharply as he drives into you deeper.

It doesn't go unnoticed, the way your eyes roll back so hard that tears brim in them when you look back at him. He snaps his hips into you. You gasp, pushing your head back against the mattress.

You're seeing stars, squeezing your eyes shut and moaning around his fingers as your second orgasm hits you blindingly. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and replaces them with his tongue, gripping tight onto your hips, fucking into you wildly. You feel his thumb brush away the tears on your cheeks. Kept his end of the deal, you think.

You smirk against his mouth, grabbing onto the back of his neck, pressing your lips to his earlobe, "You want to cum in my mouth, daddy?"

Rooster groans and sits back on his knees. His brows are furrowed as he nods furiously. You grin, pushing yourself up and sliding between his legs. He straddles your ribs as you prop yourself up on your palm. You part your lips and stick out your tongue, gathering the precum spilling from his tip. You wrap your lips around him, giving just a gentle suck, bobbing your head once around his length.

He curls his hand in your hair, head lulled back as he grunts through the initial shocks of his orgasm. You keep your mouth on him until he's spent, then pull back and swallow obediently, kissing the v-lines on his hip.

"Christ, baby, come here." He pants out, laying down and tugging you into his arms. You giggle softly at his breathlessness, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

He isn't wearing his watch today but as he looks out of your window, he would guess that it's about noon. The sun is brighter now, the air is a little heavier with heat. He holds you against him nonetheless as he fixes his shorts.

"Just so we're clear," He murmurs, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead. "That conversation we had earlier - about things that we do and don't say in public,"

You giggle softly against his shoulder as you realise where he's going with this.

"This - today, that's just for us. You know that, right, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." You tease, pressing your mouth against his, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. He chuckles, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss.

He holds you, mouth working affectionately against yours for a while. It's a moment of peace. Not so hot that it's gross yet, enough of a breeze that you can hear the leaves outside rustling just a little louder than the sounds of the ocean. Rooster has to pinch the bridge of his nose to stop himself from drifting off.

“Ah, shit, I left my phone in your car.” Rooster mumbles against the top of your head. It’s in the pocket of the door. You push against his chest.

“I’ll grab it.” Rooster groans at your suggestion and rolls further into his front, pulling you under him and shaking his head at you.

“No, baby, stay in bed. I’ll grab it in a bit.” He brushes some hair back delicately from your face. You pinch his nipple and use the moment of shock to slip out of his arms. “Hey!”

“I’m doing something nice, just savour the moment!” You joke as you grab a pair of shorts and a shirt, then head back out of the room. He chuckles, rolling onto his back.

He takes in a deep breath, lifts his chin and lets the sun hit his face. For a moment, he gets it. Understands you, why you do the things that you do. Why you love it here. He stretches his arms up over his head and turns his head towards the picture on the wall. It's a framed photo of you, you look a little younger but not by much. You're with a group of people at the top of one of the mountains. He knows that it's here but he couldn't make a guess as to which one it is.

You're in the middle of saying something and absolutely everyone around you is cracking up. He remembers the first time you smiled at him. How sad he was that day. The way he had found your smile to be just so infectious. How he hadn't felt sad like that for as long as he had known you.

“Who’s Amy?”

Moment of peace over.

He lifts his head and pushes himself up onto his elbows. You’re standing in the doorway, holding his phone. He can’t read the look on your face. It isn’t explicitly mad, it isn’t upset. Truthfully, you haven’t made your mind up on how you're supposed to be feeling just yet. He hasn't ever given you reason not to trust him. Your gut has already told you exactly who this woman is - it's half of the reason you bring it up.

“You have 18 missed calls from her.”

“What?” Something’s wrong. The concern on his face stings a little. He stands up and grabs the phone from your hand before he thinks to reassure you. You watch as he scrolls through his notifications, brows knotted together as he opens his texts to her.

Your heart sinks as you catch a glimpse of his phone screen. There are thousands of texts between the two of them.

“Rooster.” You remind him that you’re still standing there. He looks up from the phone and blinks, seemingly genuinely surprised by your presence.

“I’m sorry, I-I have to call her back. Just give me two minutes.” He steps around you and passes through the house. You’re stuck there, right where he leaves you. You lean against your doorframe, craning your neck to watch as he steps out onto the back deck, your feet remaining planted exactly where they were.

You fold your arms over your chest, just watching. Observing the concern on his face, the way you can see him apologising. He’s pacing along the deck. You can’t make out everything that he’s saying, but you can tell that it’s something he’s worried about.

You aren’t counting, but you’d say he’s out there almost eight minutes before he turns back and opens the door. He stands there, frozen, once he sees that you’ve been watching.

“Hey, baby.” His voice is gentle, like he’s trying not to upset you any further.

“Is Amy the girl you were engaged to?” You ask, even more gently.

He nods his head and finally steps inside, letting the door swing shut. You stay where you are.

“Our nephew got into an accident while she was watching him. He’s in the hospital.” Bradley explains. You feel guilty for a split second. Then frown at him.

“Her nephew, you mean.”

“Well, y-yeah, kinda... look, I was there when this kid was born, he’s known me every day of his life. I’m his godfather. I can’t just cut him out just because I’m not with her anymore, his first word was my name.”

“No, yeah… I’m sorry.” Why are you the one apologising? You let him wrap his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head and tucks your in against his chest, rubbing your back affectionately. You press your cheek against his chest, frowning.

“I need to go back,” Rooster says softly. This time is even more gentle than the first, because he knows this one will hurt. He feels you press harder against him. “Just for a couple days. He’s having surgery tomorrow, I have to be there.”

“B-But… what about work?” You don’t want to keep asking about Amy when the focus is clearly on their nephew, but you can’t get her name out of your head. So, instead, you ask about work. He knows that really you mean 'what about me?'. Rooster rests his cheek against the top of your head,

“I can figure it out. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You can’t help it. The part of you that’s desperately trying to be mature and keep a level head about this has been violently shoved out of the driver’s seat. You don’t know which part of you has the wheel right now.

“Promise me that it’s over between you and her.” You lift your head and look at him, taking both of you by surprise. You’re not supposed to care like this. This is serious — you don’t get jealous, this isn’t a feeling you ever let yourself develop. But you do care. The thought of him still having feelings for her makes it feel like your heart is going to fall into your stomach.

Rooster slides a hand up to cup your jaw, brows furrowing slightly, “Wha - baby…”

“Promise me. I just need to hear you say it,” You will your voice not to crack and mentally scold yourself. You’re being pathetic, this is pathetic. “Because I swear to god — you will never hear from me again if I find out that you’re lying.”

“I swear,” Rooster says it a little too quickly. The threat of losing you makes him act a little faster than is rational. His thumb grazes your cheek, his eyes soft and sincere. “I promise. It's over between me and her. I just have to be there right now — I don’t have a family, her family… t-they’re…”

He's simultaneously rambling and not saying much. You should question it further, but you don't.

He shakes his head, at a loss for words. You push harder against him and squeeze your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his chest as you close your eyes.

“I believe you.” You say quietly. His arms tighten around you as he leans down to kiss the top of your head. He closes his eyes, glad that you can’t see the relief on his face.

An hour later, Amy has already text him details of the flights that she has organised and he's back on base, hurrying through the hall toward his room.

"Bradley!"

Rooster closes his eyes and sighs at the sound of Jake's voice. He had been out of here early enough this morning that Jake hadn't had time to corner him.

"I heard about Carter, man. Scary stuff, I'm sorry to hear it."

Bradley almost does a complete one-eighty. Instead, he presses his key into his door and forces it open. Packing takes precedent over Jake's personality transplant right now. He doesn't have time to focus on the fact that Jake already knows about this. He wonders how much Chloe knows about what's happening here.

"Yeah. I appreciate it." Rooster mumbles, leaving the door open behind him as he grabs a backpack and tears open his wardrobe. Jake leans against the door frame and scratches his neck.

"Gonna be hell for Amy, isn't it?" Rooster's surprised about how delicately Jake approaches the situation. He's not paying enough attention, really.

"How's that?" Rooster asks, grabbing handfuls of clothes and stuffing them into the backpack. Jake's brows furrow slightly.

"I mean... when you tell her?"

Rooster almost scoffs at the idea. That's when he realises how much of an asshole he is. He swallows, then shakes his head, "There's a time and a place for that shit and it's not during our nephew's surgery."

"Yeah, but, like, after. You have to tell her."

"Thanks for the input, dude." The annoyance in Bradley's voice is venomous. Jake can't believe what he's hearing. He steps further into the room.

"Rooster, you've been fucking this kid for what - four months, you don't think your fuckin' future bride deserves to know?" Jake snaps. He doesn't give a shit that the door's still open, or that just about anyone could over hear them. Rooster feels differently. He rounds on Jake, looming and dark-eyed.

"Stay the fuck out of it." Rooster growls.

Jake squares his shoulders, standing up straighter and staying firm. He shakes his head, disgusted. "I'll bet that hero daddy of yours would be real proud of you right now."

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