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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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Infernal Infatuation

Demon x Gn Reader

I've had a little idea for a while but never managed to write it out. This is gonna be a 2-part fic so better strap in folks :)

CW: murder, gore, shit friend-group, brief mention of animal slaughtering, demonic themes

🔥 You cursed yourself as you sat uncomfortably squished between the car door and one of your friends who didn't even awknowledge your distress.

🔥 Why did you have to listen to your friends? Why did you agree to their text about joining them in trying to perform a "cool demonic looking ritual" they found online? Why is this car so sticky???

🔥 It was loud and generally overwhelming inside the car, blaring music was coming from the speaker, everyone was moving around and singing along to the songs at the top of their lungs, and it looked almost 2am from how dark it was.

🔥 Your friends figured that you all could get in trouble if you performed their little "game" where lots of people could see and decided to drive out somewhere along the highway that had little to no people passing through, especially during that time of day.

🔥 One of your friends, Justin, remembered an old abandoned warehouse that was near and unmonitored, the perfect place to mess around.

🔥 The car turns and drives off the road, rolling along a bumpy terrain as you can see the warehouse grow closer as the car's headlights illuminate its rusty exterior.

🔥 An uneasy feeling grows within your stomach as everyone gets out of the car laughing and checking out the building. You can't keep your eyes off it as its old walls held a sense of dread and doom.

🔥 Audrey, the one who asked you to join, wrapped an arm around you and laughed. "What are you doing you weirdo? C'mon! We got a monster to summon!" She jokes as she catches up to the others. You sigh and shake off the last bits of fear in you.

🔥 Audrey takes out her phone and reads the instructions for the ritual. Your other friends helped in lighting candles, drawing the pentagram and sigils while Justin recorded everything, laughing like it was some everyday prank. You just sat there, getting more and more concerned about the situation.

🔥 You ask Audrey if you could leave, the scene getting a bit much for you but she scoffs, calling you a pussy. Your brow furrows and you sit back down, very hurt by her comment.

🔥 Once everything was set, everyone stood around the pentagram. You join hands as Audrey reads out the chant, Justin still snickering to himself behind his phone.

🔥 "Oh yeah, it says everyone has to make a blood sacrifice of something but we got that covered." Audrey laughs and pulls out a jar of blood from the duffle bag she brought. Apparently they just took the blood from a pig and settled on it, but you feared about the consequences of cheating the ritual so you take a small knife you carry around all the time for self defense and cut a tiny slit in your finger, you drop it in the center while everyone carelessly pours the pig's blood in.

🔥 Everyone goes silent before a low rumbling is felt in the ground, like the earth itself was pulsing.

🔥 Suddenly, the candles are blown out, the smoke from the wicks swirling around the center of the circle as the ground shook violently. Everyone but you start exclaiming in astonishment like it was a magic trick in a circus.

🔥 You step back as the swirl of smoke forms into somewhat of a humanoid shape. The pentagram starts glowing red as the smoky figure opens its pitch eyes, the smoke dissipates to reveal what looks like a man, his grey skin was scattered in black tattoos that covered his arms and back as well as parts of his face. He had ghostly white hair that framed his sharp face perfectly. His tail swished behind him what went from his skin's grey to black the closer it got to the tip. He blinks and white pupils appear in his black eyes. He wore nothing but dark red pants that was held up by a rope or ribbon that was secured along his waste.

🔥 He looks at everyone as your friends all had mixed reactions, some were screaming their heads off while others were laughing and cheering over how their little trick worked.

🔥 Audrey in particular, was ecstatic, taking pictures of the demon as it stared at her.

🔥 "Oh my god, I didn't know he would be so hot!-" She was about to place he hand on his chest when he grabbed her wrist. She yelped and tried to let go but his grip was as strong as iron.

🔥 She starts screaming and trying to push him away while everyone else laughed at the scene. You could only step back and watch as Audrey continued yelling at the boy to let go of her, now scared out of her mind.

🔥 The dreaded ringing of laughter stopped all of a sudden after a loud, wet crack. Blood gushes out of Audrey's arm as he steps back from the grey man, you shake as you still see her now ripped off arm still in his grip.

🔥 Your friend's laughter is replaced with screams as the demon kills off your friends one by one, you run off and take cover behind an old truck in the warehouse while you hear the gruesome sounds of flesh ripping and your friends' screams diminishing with every life taken by the monster you summoned out of pure stupidity and recklessness.

🔥 The sounds stopped for a moment before you hear the sound of footsteps slowly coming towards you. You cry silently, praying to whatever was watching over you to help you, for a saving grace, a miracle, anything to get you out of there.

🔥 Your eyes blink open as you see the man kneeling down at you with wide eyes, the blood of your friends getting absorbed into his skin, giving his eyes a redder tint. You close your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks as you wait for your painful death.

🔥 But it never came.

🔥 A soft touch to your wet face makes you flinch as the demon coos at you and wipes away your tears, rubbing your cheek.

🔥 "Why are you so sad Master? Your sacrifice was much appreciated."

🔥 He spoke with a soft, sultry voice. You stutter out a "What?" as he cocks his head.

🔥 "Yes, those lowly creatures were very annoying, but their blood was the greatest gift I've ever received, such generosity deserves just service, right?" he smiles.

🔥 You were confused; Master? why would he be calling you that? Still frazzled by the events that happened to you, you stood up and started walking away, the moments you've witnessed still not sinking into your soul yet.

🔥 The demon stays where he was a bit longer before catching up to you, still smiling like he didn't just kill 5 people right in front of you.

🔥 "Are we going to your abode, Master? I'd be happy to carry you, you seem a bit exhausted." He said, going in front of you and offering his arms.

🔥 You laugh nervously at him, "N-no! No heheh.. uhm.. I'm fine walking to the car.." You walk by him, as his elvish ears perk up. "Car? I've never been in a car before!"

🔥 Now here you are, driving back to your house in blood-soaked clothes in your now dead friend's car with a demon who was busy sticking his tongue out of the cat window like a giant dog.

🔥 The silence was unbearable as the uneasiness of having such a dangerous creature next to you swallowed you whole, you didn't bother turning on music as he tried turning the dials and broke it.

🔥 "So..uh...why didn't you kill me? I know I'm your 'master' now and all but uh...Why not the others?"

🔥 "You really didn't know how it worked? Well, those idiots took a dumb shortcut and offered the blood of an animal. You, Master, generously gave your own blood for me, speaking of which.." He takes your hand that had the cut and licked it. You pull back your hand in disgust and try to carefully rub off the saliva but find that your finger no longer hurt. You look at it and see the cut fully healed, not a scar left.

🔥 You look at the demon who gave you a toothy smile and sighed.

🔥 "So..what do I call you?"

🔥 "My name is Dorik! May I know your's, Master?"

🔥 "Uh..I'm (Y/N).."

🔥 "What a fun name! (Y/N)..I like it!" He turns his head back to the window and giggles at the wind in his face. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute behavior. Looks like you have a new companion for a while...

🔥 Oh my god your friends are dead...

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hopelessromantic5 · 3 months

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Merlin had been working for Arthur Pendragon for a year when something unusually strange happened.

This wasn’t “life-or-death-vengeful-magical-creature” strange. That happens every day.

No this oddity didn’t even involve Arthur.

The pompous prick had just left in storm of rage because Merlin was once again gone for days at a time and couldn’t give him a good enough answer as to where. Arthur knew Merlin was lying to him, and it was only a matter of time before the truth came to light, and Merlin’s life would be over.

He was still in Arthur’s chambers, in complete darkness. Body folded into a corner, with his arms wrapped around his knees that were being cradled by his chest.

He was sobbing.

Because life was so fucking unfair and he’s allowed to have a pity-party every once in a while. Merlin would say he’s entitled.

His sobs broke off into silence when a single candle lit itself, barely illuminating the room.

Merlin’s head popped up, wide eyed.

There was no one else. Just him.

And that had not been his magic.

Merlin was on his feet and ready for whatever was being hurled their way, this time.

They appeared, out of thin air.

Or she did.

A woman. With blonde hair cascading over over her thin shoulders. A deep green gown, that was beautiful but not embellished or bejeweled. And her eyes were like lakes, blue and too deep to see to the bottom.

Merlin’s breath was snatched from his throat as they stared at each other.

“Do not be afraid. I am not here to harm you.” She said, her voice was soft and melodic, the way Merlin imagined goddesses would speak.

“Who are you?” He whispered, before correcting. “What are you?”

“You can sense that I am not human?”

Merlin nodded, then narrowed his eyes, trying to put it together, but not quite having all the pieces.

“Every living thing gives off a vibration of sorts…a frequency… you give off nothing. As if you’re-“

“A ghost.” She smiled small but it held a secret joke that Merlin didn’t understand.

“You’re a ghost?” He questioned, further confused. “How are you here? It’s not anywhere near Samhain.”

Then the blonde woman’s eyes turned sad. And she turned to the window looking out at the lightless sky.

“There are some special cases.” She murmured. Then snapped her eyes back to him.

“But that is not why I’m here.”

Merlin’s eyebrows went up in expectation.

The woman’s expression turned to something that Merlin had only ever seen from his mother and Gaius. A sort of pity that’s shrouded in love.

She advanced on him and then settled her hands on his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, he could see the way she wasn’t completely opaque, but he felt her hands as if they were solid, flesh and bone.

“I know who you are, Emrys.”

Merlin practically hissed at the name and began to back away towards the door of the chambers.

“What are you planning to do about it? Tell the king?” Merlin was panicked now. If Uther knew then there would be no chance of saving himself. Or of saving Arthur.

“Calm yourself, dear. That is the last place I would be headed even if I did plan to tell someone.”

Merlin stopped, whispering, consciously aware of the guards that will patrol this corridor at some point soon.

“So why are you here?”

“Because, Merlin, I want to thank you. I want you to know that all that you’ve suffered, all that you’ve sacrificed, has not been in vain.”

What? How could she possibly know…

“I have been here some time, Merlin. Unseen but always watching.” She smiled again. “This was the deal I made. I gladly gave my life if they agreed to let me watch him grow.”

Time froze.

And suddenly everything clicked into place for Merlin.

He audibly gasped.

“You…” he started shaking his head as if it were a hallucination brought by bad wine or mysterious herbs. “You’re her.”

He stared back into those eyes.

Those eyes he’d come to know on a different human. Eyes he’d come to love.

“Yes. I am. And I have been here with him, watching him struggle and learn. Make mistakes.”

She clutched him again by the shoulders.

“Merlin, I want to thank you for taking care of my son.”

He was shaking his head and stuttering incoherently, almost silently, trying to find words to express everything he feels every day.

“You-I-your son is…a great man. And he’s going to be a good King. A kind, just, King.”

She smirked again at him, probably knowing more than he did about everything.

And then her smile turned soft as she replied.

“The Once and Future King.”

Merlin nodded, feeling a little giddy himself at the idea. Arthur sitting atop the throne of Albion and ruling his people in an age of peace, until he turns old and grey. Trusting the next generation to take the reins.

Merlin chuckled a little.

“The gods couldn’t have picked anyone better suited.”

“He will need you, Merlin. Especially in what’s to come. But this is nothing you are not already aware of.” She had a very soft smile, genuine, not one harsh line on her whole face. “I’ve also appeared to you now to say, I think you should be truthful with him.” Merlin’s instincts almost caused him to recoil from her again, but he stilled his body, as she continued. “I see him when you are not here, when he is alone, when he’s with his father. The way that he communicates his feelings are hurtful and he has no clue how to work through them. I am sorry that Uther raised him that way.” Merlin watched transparent tears slide down her pale face. “But you help him. He’s getting better with himself, with others. You are the light in his life, he wants to do better because of you, the way you see him.”

Merlin was crying too. He couldn’t help it.

He didn’t think anyone ever knew what really went on inside this blasted castle, but someone was here, watching him fail and try and try again and succeed sometimes, and keep Arthur and Camelot safe and happy. Someone has been rooting for him the entire time, he was never really alone.

“Hold on. Would he be able to see you?” Merlin whispered cautiously. “Do you want him to?”

“I’m afraid that it’s a little more complicated for people without magic. I was able to appear before you now, because your guard was down while you were crying. Your mental and emotional barriers were lowered and I was allowed to reveal myself. For Arthur and I to talk, I would need a lot of magic and a lot of trust.” She reminded him so much of Arthur in the way she hid her melancholy behind a dazzling smile.

“But that is not the reason I think you should tell him. He might be frustrated at first, but he will be far less angry than he was moments ago. He trusts you and he knows there is something you are not telling him. I think you would both benefit from a little honesty, him just as much as you.” She smirked at the last comment.

Merlin cannot believe that he just got talked into revealing his magic by the Queen of Camelot.

This day is so strange.

Wait-

“What does that mean? What is it that Arthur is keeping from me?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and thought. He knew almost everything about the man. He could probably paint him blindfolded at this point, with every buckle and button in perfect place. He knew his sense of humor, his daily schedule by heart, he knew everything Arthur thought about everyone, and Arthur knew the same of him…almost.

Except for that one-okay, maybe two things.

Maybe Arthur had an exception also.

“You will have to be vulnerable in order to find the answer to your question.” It almost sounds like a riddle of Kilgarah’s but the Queen’s made a lot more sense to him than the Great Dragon’s usually did.

“When he returns, avoid cornering him in the room. He does not do well with-“ the lady cut herself off for the first time, somehow even ghosts were conflicted in their thoughts. Her face hardened, “Uther used tactics like this to intimidate Arthur when he was a boy being scolded. For absolutely nothing at all. For doing things that boys should be doing!” Her voice reached its loudest volume and she stumbled farther away from him, wide-eyed.

“I am so sorry, Merlin. I have not spoken to anyone in so long. I didn’t not mean to get angry.” Tears welled in her blue, blue eyes.

Merlin could not stand it.

“There is nothing to apologize for. You have every right to be angry. I am angry. Sometimes with destiny, or dragons, or evil unknown forces lurking in the dark. But always at Uther. For treating Arthur that way, like an animal raised for slaughter. And for never realizing how much it scarred him. And for never changing, or apologizing. Never once. He is not even human anymore.”

They stood there, locked into each other, sharing in their grief, in their pain for this boy that they love more than life.

And then they heard footsteps, both parties equally startled for different reasons.

“Good luck, Merlin.” Igraine was smiling softly again, as if it had never left, maybe that is what Arthur does for her. What he does for them both. Bring the color and joy back into the world like a breath of clean air. “You will do well.” She nodded, before starting to disappear, back into the invisible ether of the castle.

Then the door swung open to reveal Arthur, looking almost apologetic, but also scanning the room before landing his eyes back on Merlin.

“Who are you talking to?”

“No one. Myself.” Another lie. Shit.

This isn’t going well and he’s three words into it.

The prince opened his mouth as if to retort but Merlin stopped him confidently proclaiming,

“Arthur, I need to tell you something.” It was as though Merlin could feel a weight physically lifting off his shoulders as soon as the words left his mouth. “Quite a few things actually. I have not been honest with you. But I don’t want to keep secrets anymore.”

Arthur stood momentarily speechless, surprised at Merlin’s change of heart.

TBC…

#merthur #merlin #merlin and arthur #arthur pendragon #prince arthur #igraine #merthur fic #from the drafts #if I continue it would only be a second part

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mousy-nona · 2 months

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Because I'm a sucker for seeing Vox lose it over RadioApple, and also them dancing, maybe a thing where RadioAaple both a little tipsy, dance in Lucifer's room late at night. Vox sees them on his drone and freaks because 1) Alastor is letting himself be unguarded with a person 2) Alastor is dancing and 3) Alastor has, in fact, made nice with the King like Vox was afraid of. Very nice by the looks of it.

“Do you ever think you may have a problem?”

That was Velvette, who was using her best “let’s not piss off the crazy man” voice.

“No.”

“Not even a little one?”

“No.”

Valentino and Velvette exchanged telling looks, which Vox promptly ignored. He had more important things to worry about, like keeping this stupid drone in the air. Maneuvering the machine itself was easy, but getting around the electromagnetic force field Alastor had set up around the hotel’s perimeter was a whole lot trickier. Vox had been flying in circles for hours, trying to find a weak spot in Alastor’s defenses.

(He knew it’d been hours because Velvette had started shooting worried glances at him around hour two, Valentino had showed up around hour five, and they’d started a game of rock-paper-scissors to figure out who was going to do a wellness check on him around hour six.)

“Ah-ha!” Vox screamed, jabbing both fists in the air when the force field flexed and glitched, creating a half second window of opportunity. He urged the drone forward, barely zipping past before the shield re-formed. “Boo-yah! Who’s your daddy?”

Valentino smirked and took in a long drag of his pipe. “Vox, baby, not outside the bedroom.”

Vox’s metal heart – the same one he always denied having – started beating faster as the camera zoomed closer and closer to the hotel. He zipped to Alastor’s radio tower first, then his room, frowning slightly when all he found was a half-eaten deer, a cooling cup of coffee, and a discarded coat.

From behind him, Velvette clapped her hands with an annoyed huff of relief. “Oh, well, looks like the asshole is out. Too bad, so sad. Can we please get back to something actually fucking important?”

But Vox shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. It’s 11 o’clock. Alastor usually finishes his business before seven so he can have dinner at eight, or else he gets too hungry to do–” He trailed off when he saw the look on both their faces. They were both staring at him as if he was a terminal patient, come down with an incurable case of Alastor-itis.

He sighed and re-focused on the screen. “It just doesn’t make sense, okay?”

The library. The lobby. The kitchen. Alastor was nowhere to be found.

Then Vox had a horrible thought. He remembered the rumors flying around town, the wild laughs of excitement and the curses emanating from the hotel recently. He remembered Alastor’s most recent broadcast (“Folks, when living with an annoying roommate, always remember to assert your dominance wherever possible”). And most of all, he remembered Alastor’s smug face as he strolled down the street, humming merrily to himself as he twirled an unfamiliar white top hat on his staff.

He remembered the strange apple that had appeared on the top right of the hotel, just down the hall from Alastor.

His heart in his throat, he slowly moved the drone higher, then higher still. Don’t be there, don’t be there, don’t be there –

Velvette and Vox went quiet at the scene that appeared on the screen. Alastor was there all right, but he wasn’t alone. As if he’d suddenly downloaded a virus, Vox could only process what he was seeing in chunks.

He saw the record player first, oddly enough. An old-timey song was playing, static crackling and popping as a low sweet croon, somehow both deep and high, filled the room. 25%.

The room was dark, but a few candles and duck-shaped lamps were gleamed with a heavenly light, washing the pair slowly revolving in the center of the room in a seductive golden glow. 50%.

The king of hell was there. The expression on his face was…tender. His head was tucked into Alastor’s narrow chest, one hand on Alastor’s shoulder and the other clasped in Alastor’s hand. His eyes were sparkling, almost overfilled with a nameless emotion that Vox knew all too well. Alastor’s hand was curled around his waist protectively (possessively). 75%.

And finally, Vox saw Alastor. Really saw him, as if for the first time, because this wasn’t his Alastor. His Alastor was always one step ahead, always untouchable, cold, cruel, and capable of truly unspeakable acts of violence with an effortless charm that made his blood boil with envy and need at the same time.

But the Alastor in front of him…his coat was off. For the first time in fifty years, Vox saw Alastor’s bare skin, his shirt rolled up to his elbows as he allowed another living soul to see him undressed. Unguarded. His eyes, always so alert and aware, were closed.

Worst of all was his smile. It looked soft. Gentle – or whatever passed for gentle with Alastor. As Vox watched, Lucifer’s lips moved. The words were too soft for the drone to pick up, but whatever it was, Alastor laughed. Not in a mocking or teasing way, but an actual, genuine laugh, as if Alastor was a real boy with a real heart.

100%.

Suddenly, Alastor’s eyes flew open, and he stared at Vox through the screen. The wicked smirk that curled his lips was the last thing the drone ever saw as it glitched, red shaking and warping the feed until it went completely dead, and the three of them were left staring at a black screen.

Silence reigned. Then – “Well, I’ll be. Looks like the deer found himself a doe.”

Velvette shot Valentino a warning look, then took a hesitant step forward. “Vox – “ Velvette started, but Vox started cackling. Wild, out of control, utterly insane laughs ripped from his wires as his monitor-face went haywire.

“I am going to kill that motherfucker!”

#radioapple #hazbin hotel #vox is Jealous with a capital J #alastor #hazbin #vox #duckiedeer #prompts #asks

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mikareo · 3 months

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“ ࣭⸰ ★ HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 呪術廻戦 ; gojo satoru x fem reader (1k)

⊹ ⠀⠀ valentine's day is approaching; and with a valentine comes love...or for worse...heartbreak.

contains; gojo satoru x fem reader, angst, mentions of fluff idk, there’s some swearing i think author's note; happy (almost) valentine's,, i’m projecting

1 day, 9 hours, and 47 minutes.

your last conversation wasn't anything out of the ordinary. there was no dry spell. no plateau. no failure to communicate. just you and satoru, plus the typical banter, talking about something as simple as what you were planning on making for dinner; to be more precise, what you were trying to make for dinner. you're a pretty awful cook according to him.

everything seemed to be going so well...really well...almost perfectly well— and with valentine's day right around the corner, you'd instinctively assumed that he'd ask you to be his. instinct is a difficult emotion, though. is it even an emotion? you're not quite sure, but your heart believes it is. your heart— which is practically pounding out of your chest at the current moment, stretching your skin, eager to feel the limitless fresh air and freedom that comes with floating on cloud 9— instinctively wants to believe satoru is your soulmate. you love him don't you? is the answer yes? it should be no.

you've known him for...what? four months? four months of your twenty years of life is seemingly small. that's only one point six-seven percent of your entire lifetime...one point six-seven percent of your life that you wish you could relive forevermore.

...he isn't going to text you back is he?

2 days, 2 hours, and 15 minutes.

each second passing is another flicker of hope that misses the candle wick. instead of lighting the path that leads to your eventual relationship, it lights a fire beneath your feet. your socks feel warm. there's coal beneath them. hot, burning coal withering away the sense of feel in your toes; breathing in the aroma of heartbreak until it becomes a roaring fire that consumes all of you.

why is he doing this? what did you do wrong? you haven't done anything wrong. he's just a man. a man who can't seem to stop playing with your heart.

you can hear his voice in the back of your mind. the part of your mind that connects to your heart. "can you facetime, right now? i'm having a bad day and i just want to see your face." he had to have meant that. "you don't need to apologize for talking over me, i love hearing what you have to say." a guy wouldn't just say that to say that. "don't be too hard on yourself, i know you'll figure everything out becuase you're you. you always know what to do." it couldn't have all been bullshit.

it can't have been bullshit.

because if that's all it was, then you're just a fool in love.

and fools in love are no better than clowns.

3 days, 14 hours, and 22 minutes.

you did what you hate doing. the thing that makes you want to scream into your pillow at the mere thought. the very thing that screams desperation and neediness and clinginess and insecurity all in one. you sent another message.

in the past, you've never had feelings strong enough to elicit such a response. your heart hasn't tied itself to another person's with a red satin bow. the fated string of fate hadn't found you yet. it allowed you to maintain a stable head and remain grounded with no hopes of love on your radar. you hadn't yet learned how to fly; until that day you met satoru and suddenly you had a hundred pilot lessons lined up day-after-day.

it was so easy being with him. everything was so easy.

for the first time ever you had no doubts. you weren't afraid of waking up one morning to find him gone. disappeared. nonexistent. you full-heartedly believed he'd never leave; and you believed he reciprocated those thoughts. now, though...now you may never know what bits and pieces he reciprocated— because your plane crashed. turbulence flew beneath the wings and drove the flight off course. the oxygen masks bellowed down upon the passengers, every seat being filled with your pounding heartbeats, and each and every one of them blew out of the window with no parachute. he didn't even try to cushion the fall.

4 days, 1 hour, and 39 minutes.

if there's one message you never expected to receive, it's surely 'seen 14 hours ago'.

you'd given him space and assumed he'd been busy with a million other things and hadn't had any time to send you a quick message. your last text wasn't even anything out of the ordinary, just a quick "are you okay?", you think that's pretty reasonable. it's reasonable, isn't it?

something could be seriously wrong with him. why else would he leave you on read? he's never done this before. usually, you're the one who's more distant between the two of you. that's how your relationship began, after all. he'd send five texts in comparison to your two; which later evolved into five rivaling five, and now to zero rivaling two. the scales have tipped. how do you rebalance them?

you trust satoru. there must be a perfectly good explanation for this odd irregularity that's occurring in your otherwise perfect relationship. after all, all of your friends love him— they think he's the greatest catch of the 21st century. he's never done anything in the past to warrant such strange behavior. this is simply a difficult week for him...and you'll be there whenever he's ready to vent.

5 days, 22 hours, and 7 minutes.

a broken heart isn't for the weak...but unfortunately, you're not one of the stronger warriors.

he's at another girl's birthday party. he hasn't messaged you back in almost six days...and he's with another girl? celebrating her? he could be holding her close and you wouldn't even know, because god knows he wouldn't tell you. he won't even say good morning anymore. he won't even answer your fucking three word message that you sent out of desperation and concern for his well being. instead, he's at the club with his friends, getting drunk and taking shots, having the time of his life; and you're sitting in your room watching his social media stories...believing that everything that went wrong is all your fault.

but it's not your fault.

it's not your fault you fell for someone like that.

someone like satoru gojo.

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sooniebby · 1 year

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Hey brother. I ain’t quite sure if you’re receiving this request or not (didn’t figure how to send them corrrctly yet), it could you write something with tsukkishima or Kuroo, please? With a character that is also somewhat smart academically but stupid for other shit. A intelligent himbo, if I can call it that way. And the other character is just feeling this weird sense of pleasure by putting the reader back on his place with some sort of dumbification. Thanks man

ఌ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

꧁ 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 1.4k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › you’re very dumb :/

Kinks › light degradation

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

“That’s not how it works, Nekomata-San…”

(Name) glanced back at Kenma with a confused look. “Why not? Isn’t the ball supposed to not hit the floor?”

“Yeah, but…”

“So then double hitting it should be fine.”

“We can’t. It’s illegal.”

“You can’t go to jail for that. There’s no law about it.”

Kenma wanted to jump off a roof. He simply sighed and shook his head, deciding his mental health was worth more than explaining volleyball to his coach’s grandson. (Name) was honestly just confused on how something could be illegal in a game.

“Kenma! Oh, afternoon, Nekomata-San.” Lev yelled, quickly bowing towards (Name).

“Where’s Kuroo?” Kenma asked, wanting someone else to entertain (Name) before his brain turned into mush.

“Dunno! I just got here,” Lev said, noticing only Yaku and Nekomata (the coach) was there. “Where is everyone?”

(Name) hummed. “Maybe they got stuck in traffic?”

“But… they were at school.” Lev said.

“They could still get stuck in traffic.”

“But they only have to walk. There’s no cars.”

Lev looked confused out of his mind while Kenma simply wondered how could someone be so stupid but be one of the smartest kids at the school. He sometimes wondered if it was the price (Name) had to pay to be a top student.

“What’s today’s date?” (Name) suddenly asked.

“October 15.” Yaku said, walking over towards them.

“Ah, It’s Kuroo’s birthday tomorrow!”

“No, it’s Kenma’s.”

“Ah,” (Name) blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry, Kenma.”

“It’s fine.”

“So are they just getting a party ready for Kenma? Oh, but why wasn’t I told?” Lev pouted.

“Because you’re annoying.” Yaku grunted.

Kenma shook his head. “I doubt it’s for me. Wouldn’t they do it tomorrow? We’ll have practice tomorrow too.”

Nekomata coughed, earning the boys attentions. “(Name)… did you forgot the day you were born?”

(Name) blinked. “I don’t think so. It’s September 15.”

His grandfather sighed. “No, it’s today.”

Kenma wondered how one could forgot their own birthday but he kept his mouth shut. Lev quickly went on a spew of questions on how (Name) could forget while Yaku simply muttered a happy birthday.

“Ah, but that doesn’t explain why they aren’t here,” (Name) muttered.

It did but no one had the heart to tell him.

The door to the gym suddenly opened with Yamamoto, Kuroo, and few other players holding a cake. They yelled out a happy birthday with grins on their faces while (Name) just looked confused.

“Who’s this for?”

“Uh, for you.” Yaku said.

“Ah! Right, thank you!” (Name) took the cake out of Yamamoto’s hands and blew out the candles, a small smile on his lips. After the quick happy birthday song, they all cut the cake into equal slices for everyone.

“Nekomata-San, did you really forget your own birthday?” Kenma asked once (Name) was left with the largest slice of cake. Birthday boy gets the biggest slice, Nekomata had said.

(Name) blushed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you… But I was busy worrying about what to get you.” A cute smile appeared on his lips. “I guess I forgot about myself for a moment. I’ll give you your gift tomorrow.”

“Ah, okay.” Kenma was honestly surprised (Name) would give him something since he had forgot his own not too long ago.

Maybe (Name) just had short term memory.

“Nekomata!” An arm suddenly wrapped itself around (Name)’s neck, causing him to wince. Kuroo grinned mischievously as he pulled (Name) close to him.

“You’re going to choke him.”

“He’s fine. Eh, Nekomata, I heard from Lev that you don’t know how volleyball works.”

(Name) pouted. “I was only wondering why something was illegal if there’s no laws against it.”

Kuroo blinked, a confused look in his eyes. He wasn't expecting that level of stupidity but he’d ignore it. “Those brains of yours certainly can’t help with everything, huh? It’s okay, though, you have me to teach you.”

Kenma felt awkward being here. It felt oddly sexual with the way Kuroo was holding (Name) close to him. The more lustful look in his eyes while (Name) looked into it in a way.

He should go for his sanity sake. “I finished my slice. I’m going to go practice now.”

“Oh, okay.” (Name) muttered, meekly waving him goodbye. Kuroo simply hummed.

Kuroo waited until Kenma was gone before pulling (Name) outside. (Name) went along with him, a blush creeping on his face. Once they were outside and behind the gym, Kuroo easily manhandled him to press against the wall.

“Cute, I love when you play dumb.” Kuroo chuckled, pressing light kisses on (Name)’s neck.

“I wasn’t!” (Name) mewled.

Kuroo and (Name) were dating, which was something only Yaku and Yamamoto knew. And it wasn't because they told them. It was more of they were having sex in the locker room and Yaku and Yamamoto hadn’t actually left yet.

It was a traumatising day for them both but they were nice enough to never tell anyone. (Name) mainly didn’t want his grandfather get angry or anything.

“Tetsuro, they might hear us,” (Name) muttered, watching as Kuroo pulled down his pants.

“They’re busy practicing. We can be quick,” Kuroo grinned, reaching down to slip a finger inside only to feel the string of something. He blinked and looked at (Name) who looked as if he wanted to die.

“Oya? Is this what I think it is?”

(Name) flushed. “No, it’s not a dildo!”

Kuroo still wondered what he saw in (Name). “I know that. It’s called a butt plug. I’m shocked you used it,” he laughed, reaching inside to pull it out. (Name) groaned as he felt his hole now clench around nothing.

“Did you have it inside you all day? Thinking about me…?” Kuroo smirked.

(Name) pouted. “You said you’ll be happy if I did…”

“Hm, did I?” Kuroo slipped in two fingers easily, enjoying the needy whines he earned from him. “You just do whatever I say huh? Don’t think for yourself.”

“What..?” (Name) whined. “I do think. It’s impossible not to.”

Kuroo simply shook his head and slipped out his fingers. “Do you want me, (Name)?”

“Please.”

(Name) wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s neck as the volleyball player grasped his legs and held him up. His legs quickly found themselves wrapped around his waist as Kuroo reached down to push his cock into (Name)’s twitching hole.

From the butt plug that was inside of him the entire day, his cock easily slid in, earning a whimper from (Name). It certainly took some strength to hold him up but Kuroo was able to began his slow thrusts, enjoying the small gasps that left his boyfriend’s lips.

“Tetsuro, it feels good.” (Name) babbled, his grip tightening around Kuroo as his thrusts began to pick up speed. His back was rubbing up against the wall, possibly causing them to collect dirt but he didn’t care. He loved spending his time with his boyfriend and having sex on his birthday was arousing to him.

(Name) quickly pulled him in for a kiss as his thrusts began to feel sloppy. Maybe it was the thought of getting caught or the fact that (Name) was really walking around school with a butt play all because he said he’d like it but Kuroo felt as if he was about to cum already.

He wanted to last a bit longer but thought maybe it’s good he’ll cum now. So they won’t be out gone for too long.

The two continued to kiss, allowing them to moan without being heard as (Name) could feel himself getting closer. The grip on his legs was driving him crazy as he felt Kuroo use them to move (Name) back into him with each thrust.

Sounds of soft gasps and squelching filled the air was the sun began to set. In a weird way, it was oddly romantic. With a few more thrusts, (Name) came first, arching his back as he gripped Kuroo’s shoulders painfully. Kuroo was right behind him, grunting as he pushed in deep inside.

(Name) shivered at the warm cum inside him, wondering if he was really about to walk home with it inside. Kuroo simply hummed, not sorry at all for not pulling out. A pout appeared on (Name)’s lips as he was about to complain until he noticed that they were no longer alone.

There stood a traumatised Kenma and Lev.

“Kuroo….”

“Nekomata-San…”

Oh, fuck.

“(Name)?!” And his grandfather?! (Name) was shocked to see his grandfather right behind Kenma.

(Name) felt himself faint. Oh, no. His grandfather really just saw him butt ass naked with cum dripping. Kuroo himself also wanted to shrivel up and die right then and there from the glare his coach was giving him.

Yeah, he was gonna have to kiss that leader title goodbye.

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I hope I did Kuroo Justice lol! Thank you for requesting! And requests are open!!

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twice-in-a-blue-moon · 1 year

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The Dateables Reacting to You in Sexy Christmas Lingerie

Dateables x GN! reader :)

AN: Whoop whoop, just as promised I present to you the dateables!

Warnings: There's no smut, these are just suggestive.

Minors DNI!

Diavolo

When you told Diavolo that you had an early Christmas present to give him, he was expecting a beautifully wrapped box of traditional reds and greens.

So to say he was quite surprised to see you wrapped up in your own sheer, red lingerie would be an understatement.

But wow do you look stunning, literally cannot take his eyes off you.

The pure white, silk sheets help define your outline, making it easier for him to gaze upon every curve that’s accentuated perfectly by the garment.

He steadily walks to the bed where you’re sitting and gently pushes you to lay on your back, pinning you there as he hovers over you.

“Is this the present you spoke of? It’s wonderful, you’re wonderful. Let me return a gift of my own, and pleasure you the way you deserve. Tonight I’m going to make you feel like royalty.”

Barbatos

Barbatos had been busy making his rounds all day, and currently he was on his way to the royal kitchens to prepare some tea for the young prince.

You had luckily timed your surprise just right, as you had lifted yourself onto one of the cold countertops and positioned yourself just minutes before he arrived.

The expression on his face had stayed relatively neutral upon seeing you, though intrigue and a hint of lust simultaneously flashed through his eyes.

He took the time to appreciate the way the fabric clung to your body in all the right places, the tasteful gaze you had plastered on your ever growing red face.

Suddenly he had decided he was in no hurry to get back to Diavolo, as he would much rather be taking care of you in whatever manner of your choosing.

He deliberately made his movements slow as he walked to stand in front of you.

“My dear, you simply look ravishing. Would you mind if I took my time and did just that?”

Simeon

Simeon was sitting at his desk, scribbling away at one of his drafts when you entered his room silently.

He didn’t notice you at first, so you cleared your throat to get his attention and called his name softly.

A smile etched itself on his face before he turned to look at you, just happy you were here, but when he set his pen aside and gazed upon the lace that adorned your body, the smile fell and a light blush dusted his cheeks.

Swaying your hips, you walked up to him watching him gulp as you did.

He reached a hand out to touch you but hesitated, he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and make you uncomfortable, so you grabbed his wrist and pulled it gently towards you.

Taking the hint, he placed a gloved hand on your exposed skin, letting it roam the expanse of your body along with his eyes that had become significantly darker.

“You’re quite naughty to tease an angel like this, to fuel so much lust into my veins. Go ahead, tempt me. Show me how devilish you can be.”

Solomon

Solomon arrived back to his room as he had stayed late at RAD to finish up one of his experiments.

Upon opening the door, the sorcerer was greeted with low lighting- thanks to a few stray candles, and you who sat on his plush red couch wearing your own little red number, and it was quite revealing, he may add.

He certainly wasn’t expecting this, but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise.

HIs signature smirk had made its appearance as his eyes took their time examining everything that was visible, his mind making up for the gaps in what wasn’t.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he made his way to you, his hands reaching beyond either side of your head gripping the back of the couch, a knee slipping in between your legs.

“Well, don’t you look adorable? But I think you’d look even better without anything on as you breathlessly tell me you’re mine over and over again. So why don’t we get started right now?”

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rollinouttahere-writes · 3 months

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helloo! I just saw your Valentine's Day event and was wondering if I can request for a milk chocolate no.17 with sanji? thank you in advance and hope you're having a nice day!! 💖

... I went over 1000 words again...

I decided to make this one vanilla, I hope you like it!

Sanji x GN!Reader

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Prompt:

I don’t deserve you, but I want you. Is that so wrong?

Sanji being doting was hardly unheard of, it was seemingly in his blood. Lately, however, it had been borderline excessive. It was normal for you to receive an extra treat or drink when Sanji was serving meals and snacks, but now you were on the receiving end of some special treatment. Rather than getting a share of what everyone else was having, he was making food specifically, and only, for you.

Admittedly, it had taken you a while to notice the behavior, with Luffy being the one to call attention to it when he realized that you had gotten extra food. Naturally, he’d wrapped himself around Sanji while loudly demanding some, too.

Sanji had yelled at him that he literally just ate and not every single thing that comes out of the kitchen needs to go to him, but it was a losing battle. Resulting in Sanji having to abandon the conversation you two had been having to make your bottomless pit of a captain something to eat lest he “starve to death”. The bickering had been funny, but you couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that Sanji had gone out of his way to make something just for you.

It made you feel special, though you couldn’t be sure why he suddenly started doing this. Before he began acting this way, he’d been borderline avoidant of you for a while. What had changed?

The doting had only ramped up from there. Every time the ship docked at a populated island he would come back to the ship with a gift for you, and that was excluding the instances where he’d talked you into exploring the town with him. On those occasions, he’d bought you numerous gifts if you so much as looked at something for too long. Any attempt to dissuade him would be shot down with him insisting that you deserved it and he wouldn’t be discouraged.

On top of that, he’d been awfully touchy. If you were walking together, he’d insist that you hold his arm so that “you don’t get separated”. Whenever you were in close quarters, he’d take any opportunity to brush up against you. When he would pass behind you, he would place his hand on your lower back. Again, not abnormal in and of itself, but the frequency of his touches was noticeably higher than it usually would be.

If this was anyone else, you would easily come to the conclusion that this person was crushing on you hard. But, with Sanji, it was harder to determine that. He was a chronic flirt, at what point could his actions truly be considered unusual? Was this a serious interest he was taking in you, or was simply being extra nice to you because you were all crewmates? Without a full on confession, you felt stuck in a will-he-won’t-he limbo. What you wouldn’t give to guarantee that this would end on the ‘will he’ side.

All of this led you to tonight. Sanji had invited you to come taste test some new dishes. You aren’t sure why he insisted on doing this in the middle of the night, but who were you to question a culinary genius?

But the most likely answer was that he was praying Luffy would be asleep and wouldn’t disturb you two this time.

Dim lights are shining under the door as you make your way to the kitchen. The sound of dishes clanking against the table could be heard from the hallway. Before the door was even open, several delicious aromas flooded your senses. Oh, you were definitely going to enjoy this taste test.

You quietly slip into the kitchen and are a little surprised at what you see. You’ve been present for Sanji’s food experimentation before, and never before did it come with a beautifully set table and candles. Rather than a collection of miscellaneous dishes, there were only two plates on the table sitting opposite from each other.

Sanji was standing at the kitchen counter adding the finishing touches to a decadent looking cake, and he was so focused on icing it perfectly that he had yet to notice that you were here already.

For the most part, barring a couple of fashion atrocities, Sanji liked to dress well, but he looked especially refined right now. He’d ditched his typical three piece suit, instead settling for some black dress pants and a silk shirt that was only buttoned up half way. The rolled up sleeves accentuated his defined forearms, making them downright difficult to tear your eyes away from.

Needless to say, you were feeling painfully underdressed in your pajamas. What can you say? You thought this was about to be a glorified midnight snack session, not a candlelit dinner.

Before you could attempt to sneak out and put on literally anything else, Sanji finally saw you. He tensed, likely surprised that you got the drop on him, but quickly recovered and turned to face you properly. He smiled so warmly that it distracted you from your previous embarrassment.

“You’re here! I’m glad, I was worried you might change your mind,” he averted his eyes, and there was a noticeable red tint to his face.

“I would never pass up on an opportunity to try some more of your food.” Doing so would be simply insane. You scratched the back of your neck as you glanced down at your pajamas again, “So, uh… Should I go change? This looks like it might be a bit more than a taste test.”

“No!” Sanji all but shouted, only to backpedal into a softer tone, “No, you don’t have to do that. I think you look breathtaking.”

You decided to internally agree to disagree on that point. Though you couldn’t help but notice how he neglected to confirm or deny that this invitation was for something more than what he initially said it was.

Sanji took the cigarette he’d been smoking and snuffed it out in an ashtray before approaching you directly. Once he was in front of you, he hesitated for only a moment before taking your hands in his. Your heart rate increases as you begin to think you know where this is going. Was this actually happening? Is he going to confess?

“I don’t deserve you, but I want you. Is that so wrong?” The words were spoken so softly that you wondered if you heard him right. He continued, “I know that I’ve said things to this affect countless times before, but I’m not saying this just for the sake of flattering you. I mean it. Even if it is wrong and selfish, I can’t go on denying the truth. I love you.”

The gray-blue eye that had been locked onto your intertwined hands drifted up to your own eyes. Many emotions hung onto his every micro-expression. Fear. Adoration. Distress. Relief. Trepidation. Excitement. A dominant emotion ebbed into all of them. Love.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind as to whether or not he meant it. You felt like he’d all but bared his soul to you, and he probably would do just that if he could. Every word of that was true, you knew it.

This was an intensely romantic moment. Ideally, you should maintain the atmosphere by responding in kind with your own touching confession.

Unfortunately, the excitement from him admitting his feelings may have fried your brain. Instead of carefully chosen words, you launched yourself at Sanji, wrapping your arms around him and pressing an almost frantic kiss against his lips.

The force of the action made both of you lose your footing and collapse into a heap on the ground. You pull away, worried that you may have hurt him. For a moment he just stares ahead with a blank, shocked look on his face. Then it morphs into a grin and- literal hearts appear in his eyes?

And then it’s his turn to all but attack you with a kiss of his own. You’re pretty sure he’s completely forgotten about the dinner.

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The air in my lungs

Chapter 4

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A stroke of fate changes you and leads you into the arms of Cairo Sweet. Will she be your downfall or save you?

Warnings: 18+, Grief, Injuries, Smoking, Trauma, anxiety, sexual content, student x teacher mentioned, harm, blackmailing, bad grammar

A/N: Based and inspired by Millers Girl. Mr. Miller himself isn’t really present but will be mentioned. Hope you guys enjoy.

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Never had Cairo though she would text you as soon as Winnie left. In the middle of the night. You told Cairo you would come over after reviewing her message. She was waiting in her bed. Only in her laced underwear wearing her black silk robe. She was thinking about all the things she wanted to do… but mostly about the thinks she wanted you to do to her. When she heard the doorbell her heart skipped a beat. Cairo walked down to open the door for you.

As soon as she opened the door you stopped mid your sentence “Hey it-“

Your eyes were watching Cairos body. Your pupils delayed by the sight of Cairos light skin covered in black laced underwear while wearing that silk robe “come in” Cairo said with a luring voice that could have been straight from a mermaid.

Luring you into the deepest part of the water where no air would reach your lungs. Drowning while her lips would be on yours. You were following her through the mansion that was only lightened by a few tiny lamps or even candles.

The moment you reached her bedroom you feelt goosebumps all over your body. A slight smell of cigarettes were in the air. Her bedroom was way much warmer than the mansion itself. Cairo sat down slowly on the edge of her bed while taking off her robe “don’t let me wait y/n” she whispered even more luring and you didn’t even noticed walking towards her.

Your arms resting on each side of her on the bed while leaning slightly over her when Cairo laid herself down on the back. Her almost pitch black eyes watching every move of you. “Why did you wanted me to come over?” You whispered while caressing the sides of her body and still holding the eye contact.

“I think it’s pretty obvious… isn’t it?” Cairo whispered and pulled you closer whispering against your lips “I want you to take me”.

You felt something tightening between your legs when she said those words. Hesitation overcame you when you watched her slowly touch you. “ come on y/n don’t leave me hanging here… I need you to touch me… feel me” she said in a bit of a needy tone.

“If that’s what you want…” you whispered and spread her legs to place yourself between them while leaning over her.

“Soft or rough?” You whispered husky into her ear before kissing her neck. She moaned slight while her eyes fell shut “rough… go hard on me”.

Suddenly another person came into the room. Cairo turned her head to the side to see you entering the classroom quietly and sitting down on your usual seat in the back. Slowly Cairo put her attention back to the draft she was working on and closed it. Her heart rate began to sink slowly, she was still nervous and felt slightly high. Like writing about you weren’t already crazy… as soon as you were in the same room as Cairo she felt like exploding of emotions. Your eyes fell on the back of her head, she was sitting straight in her chair but also seemed somehow relaxed. Unintentionally you made a check. Seeing Cairo wearing all black, some brown leather boots with that where going up to her knees. Your eyes wandered up to the black dress with slightly puffed sleeves she was wearing. Exposing slightly her shoulders with mad her chest and neck look somehow inviting. You couldn’t explain it but you felt a bit more calmer at the thought of placing your lips right on her neck while watching her.

The moment you entered the class her heart may have calmed down but still it war’s beating so hard that it made her think you could hear it yourself. Again she a a slight shiver along her neck, going down to the spine, it felt like you were checking her out. Cairo was so nervous and excited at the same time. And she wasn’t sure what the first move was going to be. But she hoped something would happen. “Nice dress… going to a funeral?” Said you said teasing

And suddenly it felt for Cairo like nothing had changed at all, you were back at the teasing and somehow your way to flirt with her?

Cairo smiled a bit at your teasing without turning around “Nope. No funeral. I just felt like wearing it.” She said. And it was true. She hadn’t thought about the dress being funeral like. She just thought it looked good on her. “But if you ask me. It’s you who should be wearing that dress.” Cairo replied. She was sure you looked hot in her black dress or general in her clothes. She felt turned on by you, and wanted you so badly, cause somehow no one ever made feel like that before. But you? There was something about you. “Me wearing your dress?” You asked in such a calm way, making it seem like you were really curious or maybe Cairo had caught you off guard somehow. Cairo nodded. “You should. It would look good on you. Makes you more seductive.” She paused for a moment, looking at you. Her lips covered by a slight dark raspberry tone that made them looked so soft, and her eyes were gorgeous, you thought. “Don’t you think it’s true?” Cairo asked her, wanting her so badly right now. “You should wear more dresses in general. They look nice on you.”

You felt slightly flustered by her way to compliment you and turning your words you said to her around so it wouldn’t be about her anymore… now it was about you.

“Hm…Depends on how I’m feeling… but thanks” you said still calm and opened your laptop. “By the way your funeral dress is looking good” you added without looking at her to make clear that you were making a compliment even tho you teased her first.

Cairo smiled as you opened your laptop. She knew you were trying to tell her off. But she didn’t really mind. She felt excited anyway. “So what are you writing today?” Cairo asked her calmly. She didn’t mean to sound flirty, but she knew she did anyway. You looked amazing, wearing a typical jeans skirt with a top that was showing pretty much skin. But you two lived in Texas and it was pretty hot due summer time. Like as you could have felt Cairos eyes on your body, you untied the sweater you had around your hips and pulled it on. It was oversized and even tho you had more clothes on, it made you look hotter. Cairo really enjoyed the teasing. But she didn’t want to mess anything up. So she had to do this just right and carefully.

“Miss Perry gave me the gerne dark mystery with the topic to write how the villain is trying to seduce the hero. What did you get this time?” You asked in such a quiet and relaxing way that it almost confused Cairo. You were to relaxed. Way to calm. Why?

“The same actually. A seducing female leader.” Cairo said, not surprised at all knowing that it was meant to be between her and y/n. She had known for a while, and she liked the idea of writing a seducing story with you as the seducing female lead. So she was eager to start. “You can start if you want. I don’t mind.” The fact they were even allowed to write such things was almost criminal. But since their teacher made clear what exactly they were allowed to write or not… Cairo was holding herself back pretty hard while writing that night story between you two this morning. She defiantly needed to change the names before anyone would see it.

“No” you said chuckling and looks down into the screen of your laptop. In no universe would you show Cairo Sweet your drafts. She was still one of the beats in the whole class or even school. So no. You rather kept your ideas and mind for yourself. “I’ll make you a deal?” Cairo said, feeling playful. If she felt flirty with y/n or not she wasn’t sure. But she still wanted you to get attracted to her “instead if writing it down, why don’t you try to seduce me now? And we’ll see if it’s even realistic enough” She paused for a moment. Looking at you with a slight glint in her Graphit eyes with a mischievous smile “Would you go for it? You down?” She asked, looking right into your eyes. “You Wanne make it a play now?” You asked curious while meeting her eyes with your glowing ones.

“Yes, it is.” Cairo said, smiling. She felt her heart go wild looking at you. But she was glad that you seemed to be interested in this idea as well. “It’s about us, and what we’re doing in this classroom. How you try to seduce me. And if you succeed or not. Can you handle that? Or would you rather like, me seducing you?” She kept the flirt going. It felt natural, but also very strange at the same time. “It would turn out very inappropriate… but as I know your well know for your inappropriate writing” you said teasing.

Cairo grinned a bit. It was true, she always wrote inappropriate stories, so you had a good point. But she was really tempted to go for it anyway. But she didn’t want to get this into trouble. But maybe… “How inappropriate can it be…” She said, looking at you as she spoke, giving you an innocent look. “Depends what the seducing is about…Is it about food?” You said in a fake innocent way and tried to annoy her by playing dumb.

Cairo rolled her eyes at your fake innocence. “No, it’s not about food.” She said, giggling a little. “It’s about more intimate things.” She hesitated, wondering how much she could go into detail here. But she had written this many times. She was sure you could handle it. “It’s about seduction, and how I seduce you.” She said with a flirtatious smile. “So you’re trying to seduce me now?”said in a low voice. Cairo began to feel frustrated this whole back and forth made her mind getting slightly irritated.

But again you had a affect on Cairo that was almost a miracle. She felt her heart go wild again. Your low voice turned her on so much more than it did before. Her body felt tingly all over. But she didn’t want to make it too obvious. Not just yet. “Maybe I am…” she said, smiling slightly. “Is that okay?” She asked, feeling a rush of excitement. You smirked in silence and then the rest of the students came in with Miss Perry. Class had now officially started, everyone was discussing the themes and what exactly was allowed to write and what not, after that it began to be quite and everyone started writing on their short story. Cairo watched you write. And even while writing, she couldn’t help but appreciate your body. It wasn’t obvious as she was writing too. But she still checked your body now and then, through the reflection on her screen of her laptop. While Cairo were taking side notes on a paper she watched you, right now especially your hands. She was attracted to you on all levels. And she hoped you felt the same way. But she wasn’t sure if you did. And she was getting more and more eager to find out.

And the way you held the pen… it made her go back to the moment you stole her cigarette. How smoothly it was wandering between your fingers. Your hands looked so soft. And so gentle. And the way you held your pen, making it slid between your fingers, playing with it like it had no choice while you were typing something in with your other hand, it was hot. She couldn’t help but get turned on by you. And then she got an idea. A little flirtatious play with her hands, maybe. So Cairo started playing with her pen, like she didn’t realize what she was doing. But she wanted you to see it as a sign of her being attracted and seducing…

At some point your neck started to feel stiff, that’s why you sighed quietly and look up. You didn’t even had to try anymore, your gaze landed automatically on Cairo every time you looked up. Well… you had also not pretty much of a choice since she was always sitting in the middle of the class… front row. No one else behind her… just you in the distance. So you looked up deep in thoughts working on your task when your eyes catches the movement on Cairos hand. She was spinning her in silver metallic covered pen between her fingers. Just then you recognize how firm her hands were, looking somehow innocent, untouched and perfectly defined how hands of a rich girl would look like.

Cairo wanted you to see her as a seductress. It was her goal in this story between the two of you. She wanted to keep seducing all throughout it. So she kept spinning her pen. At some point, she caught your eyes while looking over her shoulder a few times, and she hoped that you understood why she was doing this. And that it would turn her on, and make her realize what Cairo was feeling.

There was a look in Cairos eyes that made it hard for you to read cause it felt like you could see everything in them. Even tho you couldn’t describe it, you could feel it. It made your pulse rising, everything around you felt like it was moving in slow motion. You could hear everyone typing into their keyboards in the classroom, hear how the tip of some pens moved along the papers of the others. It was like her eyes and movements with her fingers where trying to hypnotize you. And you were already deep in it before you could realize it. Heavy you let go of the air you were holding before looking down back at your screen, trying to focus. Trying to write down the tension you felt between the both of you. But then you wondered if Cairo was doing the same. Was she playing the one who supposed to seduce me? The villain in this short story? Was that her way of writing? Was that why she was always the best? You had so many questions and your head felt like exploding any time.

Cairo eventually put the pen down, and started writing as well. In the beginning, she kept looking over to you for any clues that you had noticed what Cairo was doing with her pen. But no matter how hard she kept looking, y/n never reacted. And she wrote that down in her story as well. She wanted the seducing aspect to slowly become more and more obvious. And for you to realize that Cairo was seducing you and not just playing with a pen.

When the class finished they had a fifteen minute pause before they needed to go back and start with the next class. You left immediately, feeling the urge to get some fresh air and sun onto your skin. Your legs were moving by it self, soon you found yourself at the stand by the football field. Cairo felt like following you. But she didn’t want to make it so obvious or seem frustrated. She wanted to keep seducing you… slowly. So she waited just a little bit before following you. But not longer than that, so you wouldn’t get so far. She got up just when you left the classroom. And she quickly followed you with a slight distance, making sure to look like she was doing her own thing. But she was following you. Following what you did, watching you. And hoping it wouldn’t look that obvious cause Cairo began to feel slightly embarrassed. She still couldn’t understand what you did to her but she was following you like a puppy.

When Cairo realized you were heading for the stand in the football field she decided to wait for a moment. After a few seconds you seemed to sat down, you turned your head to the side and met Cairos eyes immediately. “Did I steal your spot?” You asked with a cheeky smile. Cairo laughed, feeling a little nervous now. But also excited. She had followed you and you had totally noticed that. “No you didn’t.” Cairo said. “But you can sit as close to me as you want.” She didn’t want to miss this chance to make you feel wanted when Cairo says down beside you. And she also wanted you to know that she was the one seducing you right now. “Good” you said in a calm way while watching every move of Cairo. It felt incredible to be this close to you, while being all flirty with you. She could feel your body next to hers. And she could see your eyes were watching her in a soft way. She knew you were trying to play it off, but Cairo wanted you to know that she saw through that. And that they were now in the midst of something very special between the two of them.

“We don’t have other classes for the rest of the day” you said and took of your sweater to tie it around your waist. “They said there will be a heat wave and since we’re only counting the days till summer break and our graduation… they decided to let us go” you explained to Cairo after you had read the message in the class group chat.

You felt the sun hitting your exposed skin. there was barely a breeze. You felt like dying because of the heat. But you still were pretty calm and not even sweating. Cairo was a little taken aback by the sudden change of conversation. But she also felt excited by it. You just told her that their day was over and they would go home now? Cairo felt her heart going wild, her body wanting you so badly. She didn’t wanted to go home yet, sh wanted to keep talking to you. But she told herself to calm down, wait and see what you were doing. She didn’t want to get her hopes up yet. But this was looking very promising. “I saw you walking home through the woods over there sometimes… mind if I join you?” You asked while getting up and looking at the wood, right behind the football field.

Cairo was taken completely off guard by your proposition. But she knew exactly what you were suggesting with this. And her body was feeling turned on now. What an exciting situation. “I wouldn’t mind it at all.” She said confidently. She loved the idea of being alone with you while walking through those pretty woods. “I’ll take you to all the most romantic places in those woods.” She said with a smirk.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, trying to hide my slight blush while walking towards the woods with her “Don’t be cheesy”.

Cairo laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed. She was being so obvious, and you knew that. But she didn’t change a thing about her flirt. She kept flirting as they walked through the woods. “Being cheesy is in my nature. I can’t help it. Besides, it’s all true.” She said with a smile on her lips, while she looked at you.

You were looking at her with a slight smile. This was somehow a whole diffrent Cairo than you would have imagined. Back then you always seemed very cold and somehow more of a lone wolf. Minding your own bussines. Then you met her sexy and bold side… right now you were seeing someone who was obviously liking you in some way and was embarrassed of themselves and you loved it.

While going right into the woods you felt slightly relived. The sun wasn’t making you feel like you would die any minute anymore. Instead you both were saved by the shadows of the trees, there was even a slight breeze, making your body cool down a bit. “Do you still smoke?” You asked while watching your steps. “Yeah, I do.” Cairo said, smiling a bit. “I smoke a lot less than before.” She said, looking at you. She could feel you were getting more and more interested in her. Or at least, that was what Cairo hoped was happening. She wanted you to be turned on by her. And she wanted you to want her. So she decided to light another cigarette. She didn’t care if it was bad for her. She just wanted to tease you a bit.

And the moment you sighed Cairo couldn’t help but tried to hold back her grin, knowing it was working. “You really like to annoy me with those cigarettes don’t you?” You said. Cairo smiled slightly and kept smoking her cigarette, the smoke coming out of her mouth in front of your face. “It might be an unconscious need to annoy you.” She said, her smile turning into a seductive smirk. “But maybe it is something deeper….” Cairo teased, looking straight at you and blowing even more smoke out of her mouth. As if to remind you exactly who was in control now.

You closed your eyes the moment shew blew the smoke straight into your face, you waited till it would fade away before opening them again and looking at Cairo. “Is it?” You asked slightly teasing. Cairo nodded and smiled while saying “it defiantly is”. Cairo said, with a little tease in her voice. She felt her body wanting you so much more now. And so she took another drag of her cigarette. Blowing out another big puff of smoke before looking at you. “I know they could. But I like them too much to stop. They make me feel so much better.” Cairo sighed, and she blew more smoke out of her mouth. “And smoking is sexy.” She said with a seductive smile.

You chuckled slight about that statement and looked slightly away when she blew the smoke out, hoping you could avoid it a bit. “For me, it’s just sad” you said quite. Cairo could see that you tried to look at her while avoiding the smoke. But she could see something in your y/e/c eyes when you looked into Cairo’s dark eyes. And she loved that. It made her feel so much more confident as she went on flirting with you. “Why sad?” Cairo said, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “Don’t you like me smoking?” Cairo teased, smiling a bit more. “Don’t you think it’s sexy?”

“It’s sad because the smoking could destroy your nice smile… and beautiful skin… do you want that?” You said a bit mocking, whispering slightly and looking at her with a slight tilted head. Cairo wasn’t too sure what to say in response to this. “No. Of course not.” She said, not entirely sure if she believed herself. She knew it was bad for her. And she knew how you felt about it now. But on the other hand, it was one of her biggest turnons. “But I’m just so used to smoking now.” She said, feeling nervous. “If I were to stop… I don’t know what I would do.” Cairo sighed, feeling your eyes looking at her.

“You can find another addiction. Something that won’t affect your health” you said with a soft smile while letting the beautiful nature around you two sinking in. Everything was covered in ivy and similar plants. The shady woods giving you both safety from the sun and its hot heat.

You had surprised Cairo with that answer. “Another addiction?” Cairo said in a little disbelief. She had no idea what to say in response to that. “Aren’t addictions bad?” She asked, feeling a little confused by your use of words. “Or are you just joking with me?” She said, smiling a bit as she tried to understand your tone. But she also kept looking at you. She still craved you so much. And she still didn’t know what you truly meant by all of this. You smiled wide and took gently the cigarette away from her hand, looking at her friendly “I’ll promise… I won’t destroy this one” you said before answering her question. “Cigarettes are an addiction… my dear” you took a small drag and let the smoke leave your slightly opened mouth while looking down at the ground. You didn’t really answer her question but Cairo was way to distracted to ask another time. She was so incredibly turned on by this, and she was feeling it more and more now. Her body wanted you so much more now. “Please… please no.” She said, a little nervous. “Don’t take it from me. I need it.” She said, in a way she wasn’t entirely proud of. But she was just being honest now. She was starting to feel her addiction taking over, and it wasn’t in her control anymore. She had to have a cigarette.

“Don’t you see how much control those cigarettes have over you?” You whispered low and took another drag, stopped walking. Your eyes were still on the ground when you slowly moved closer and then leaned In towards Cairos head. You tilted your head while Slowly opening your mouth only inches away from Cairos. You waited for her to open her mouth, she immediately happens. You could feel that she was a bit surprised and confused by this. Your lips were almost touching when you let the smoke let go and moving it slightly into Cairos.

Cairo felt so turned on by this. This was the type of seducing she wanted. Winnie was totally right. The whole cigarette thing were your and Cairos thing. She could feel you close to her, feeling your breath it seemed to her like you were cooling her down this torturing heat was really brutal, the woods seemed to save you both but it was still hot. Your lips made Cairo feel uneasy because she remembered how delicious they were. She couldn’t help but lean in more and more. “Can I have it back?” She mumbled, feeling so hot. She wanted y/n to keep flirting with her and to keep making her want you even more. She couldn’t help it. And she wasn’t proud of it at all. But she wanted you. And that feeling was growing more and more every second.

“You sure you want it back?” You whispered and slowly put the cigarette between your lips, holding it in your mouth while looking deep into cairos eyes. Cairo stared at you, feeling her body wanting you to pull her into you and kiss her now. She felt so hot and for sure not because of the heat wave today… she felt like loosing control and just wanted to do anything with you now. “Yes please… please just give it back.” She said, feeling a little ashamed by herself. She couldn’t stop feeling this way. Her body wanted you and she didn’t know what to do about it.

“No” you said quick and smiled slight. The cigarette still between your lips while starting to keep walking down the path in the woods. Hearing some sounds of hoppers while several other bugs were flying around. “Please… I can’t help it. I feel like I’m addicted to you.” Cairo whispered, feeling herself get turned on more and more by this. She felt like one of those needy woman’s she use to write in her inappropriate story’s. She really felt that tight feelings in the lower part of her body while her heart kept pounding against her chest. “I want you in every way possible.” She whispered, not knowing what she was really admitting here. But she couldn’t help herself. She felt you taking complete control over her now. And she felt so aroused by giving you that control. But she also felt so weak. Usually she would be disgusted if the weak mess she was right now but she couldn’t help it. She was on her knees for you. The good thing was that she could hide that pretty good. She tried at least.

You fully turned mid walking and then moved a bit closer to Cairo again. “You’re still talking about the cigarette?” You whispered hoarse putting the cigarette between your fingers while looking at Cairos lips. “Y-Yes.” Cairo mumbled, her body heating up as she felt your body so close to hers now. And her fingers on that cigarette. “I’m talking about the cigarette.” Cairo whispered, feeling her lips so close to you right now. She couldn’t help but melted away. As if all her desires were leading her to this point right now. And those desires were entirely filled with y/n.

“Sure” you whispered with a teasing smile, not believing it at all. “Looks like it’s going to be the last drag…” you whispered and looked at the cigarette between your fingers while Cairos hand was only inches away.

“What are you going to do know?” You asked in a seductive tone that made Cairo feel goosebumps down her shoulders and neck, to make it even worse you took the last drag and held the smoke in your mouth.

“I’ll do anything.” Cairo whispered, closing her eyes while she felt your body close to hers. You were holding the filter of the now empty cigarette and then she felt you blowing the smoke towards Cairo’s mouth now. You were so close… but still you felt somehow so far away. She had to have you now. She wanted to kiss you so bad. But she was afraid of what you would think. She felt so weak right now. But some part in you stopped even caring, you were breaking your mind enough for that girl the last few hours and two days so she leaned in even closer. “Please. Anything.” Cairo whispered, her voice trembling a bit with anticipation.

You tilted your head while you both were getting closer and closer. Your eyes wandering between her eyes, flying over her beautiful freckles and stopping at her lips. Looking so soft… so kissable.

Cairo was just completely lost in her desires right now. And she couldn’t help but move her lips closer and closer to your gorgeous lips. She felt your body and she wanted to kiss you. She hoped y/n wanted her too. “Please.” Cairo whispered with a soft voice, leaning even closer to you now. And she just kept moving her lips even more towards you, waiting for you to move since there wasn’t that much space between the both of you anymore.

Almost out of nowhere you pulled her suddenly closer by her waist and Cairo stumbled slight and that right into your chest. Looking up into your eyes with fear? You weren’t sure about that.

Cairo couldn’t help but stare at you right now, with a little hesitation but so much desire. She felt like kissing you now. “Please give me back the cigarette.” Cairo said, feeling her voice tremble slightly. She wasn’t even sure if she believed herself when she said that. She just wanted to distract herself now. But that desire to kiss you wouldn’t go away. “Give me the cigarette please.” She whispered again softly. What the hell was Cairo saying? She could have slapped herself. Both of you knew that the cigarette was long gone. So why did she not go for it and make it clear that she wanted you to hold her tight while crashing your lips into hers. Biting her lip if you needed to, touch her waist while your other hand would move under her dress.

Cairos pulse was rising, she began to hear her own heartbeat, so why couldn’t she be straight forward?

And then you held your hand up. Showing her the burned down cigarette, if Cairo wanted the taste of the cigarette she needed to kiss you then. Your mouth was closed the whole time. Maybe there was still some smoke left?

Cairo knew what she had to do now. But that didn’t mean it was any easier. She didn’t want to do something that was going to make you think of her as weak or easy. But that didn’t stop her body from being consumed by those desires that wanted to kiss you so desperately. And as she looked at you and your gorgeous face, Cairo couldn’t help but make a bold and rash decision. She leaned in and kissed your lips softly. Her eyes were closed and she was feeling your breath on her lips. Thats when Cairos body began to shake, she felt relieved. Relived to let all that accumulated lust out of her body.

You moved your hand around her neck, letting the burned down cigarette fall and kissed her deeper, opening your mouth so you could release the rest of the smoke into Cairos mouth. Cairo never thought their first ‘real’ kiss would be like this. With your fingers around her neck and the smoke still filling her mouth. It didn’t bother her at all though, just making her feel even more excited about you. Her body was craving you. Everything in her was shaking now. “More…” Cairo whispered while she kept kissing y/n lips softly. She couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this. How could it feel this good?

“Cigarettes… or me?” You whispered against her lips and then looked deep into her dark eyes, getting lost in them.

That one question made Cairo freeze a moment. It had only been a few seconds now since they had started making out, and you had already blown Cairo’s mind even more. She felt overwhelmed, the way you made her feel was driving her crazy, she literally felt like she was loosing her mind. She didn’t want to just say that cigarettes were nothing, and even less when you kept looking at her with those luring eyes of you. Your hand firm around her neck. “I… think I chose you.” Cairo said softly. “But those cigarettes… I need them.”

Y/n sighed “Almost the right answer my dear” you said pretty monotone with a hint of disappointment? and pulled away slowly. She looked speechless at you when you pulled way and were getting distant. She felt her body suddenly feel less excited when she wasn’t kissing you anymore. But it didn’t make her want you any less. In fact, it made her want you even more now. “What do you mean?” Cairo asked with a slight tremble in her voice. “I said I chose you. What’s wrong with that?”

“And then you said. But those cigarettes… I need them” you repeated her words.

Cairo felt so confused now. She couldn’t believe she had said that. “I… I need them too.” Cairo’s face was heating up now, feeling so embarrassed and hot because of her words. “I said I chose you. Can’t I say that I need the cigarettes too? Is that so wrong to say?” She whispered, suddenly feeling her body turning more desperate and hungry for you. Even though she had chosen you now, that didn’t make the cigarette addiction go away. What was this? Was this some kind game? She was so confused.

You smiled slight and moved closer to Cairos ear “I told you to find a different addiction… Maybe… next time you’ll be wiser. I see you around my dear” you whispered slow and then turned around to leave. Cairo felt her body tense a little with those words. Why did this feel like a threat all of a sudden? She felt her body wanting you so badly now. And it had only felt more and more exciting. And my dear? Oh how you wanted to kiss the hell out of her everytime she called you ‘my dear’ it was defiantly her weakness. Even tho these two words made you feel good, the rest didn’t. She began to feel worried. “Y/n… please. Come back.” Cairo whispered, suddenly feeling so insecure and nervous. She didn’t know what you were doing right now and she had no way of stopping you. “Please… y/n.”

But you were already out if her sight. Disappearing the woods. Cairo was so incredibly confused now. You were really gone just like that? And why did those words make Cairo feel so insecure now? Why did she feel even more hungry for you? It felt wrong… and yet, it felt so good. “Please… come back y/n…” Cairo whispered to herself. She couldn’t imagine you ever leaving her like this. That would almost be like hell. You had an effect on her she didn’t liked to admit, you were different and the most… so special. She couldn’t just disappear like that. Was Cairo getting obsessed with you?

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Morpheus scolding a "yn" close friend or loved one for pulling an academic all-nighter.

time flies.

Summary: You've worked all night, doing a task for The Dreaming. Morpheus finds you at your desk at an ungodly hour.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I will not be writing any huge spoilers; I have read the entire Sandman series from start to finish, but I will not give away anything that you don't already know (assuming you've seen Season 1).

It's a dark but peaceful night outside of Dream's castle. The sky is a very dark blue, starless but still lovely. The air about the Dreaming is a gentle breeze, and it's warm outside, as if summer is in full swing.

Morpheus is in a pleasant mood, it seems.

The castle itself, towering over everything else within the Dreaming, is a beautiful structure. The lights inside are a strong gold color, and they cut through the dark.

You've been in the Library of Dreams for a long while, working tirelessly on a task that Lucienne had given you. You're her apprentice — currently studying and remembering some of the titles in the Library.

A large, leather bound book sits open on your table. Next to you stand tall bookshelves, filled with countless books of numerous sizes and colors. You write in this book in front of you, filling out names of mortal authors from long ago and the books they never wrote.

G.K Chesterton.... A.A Milne.... Edgar Allan Poe... William Shakespeare...

"What're yeh doing still here?" asks a gruff voice behind you.

You turn around in your chair and see Merv Pumpkinhead, a sentient jack-o-lantern pumpkin dressed in scarecrow clothes, smoking a cigar. His eyes, for once, are not narrowed — instead, they are open in concern.

"Ah, hi, Merv," you say sleepily. "I'm... writing things down. Lucienne wanted me to study things."

"Yeah, uh, that was a couple hours ago," Merv says. He puffs at his cigar. "Maybe you should get some sleep, huh? Lucienne wouldn't want you to stay up so late. And neither would the Boss Man."

You smile at that. Morpheus.

"What do you think he's doing? Does he need sleep?"

"Who? Boss Man? I dunno, kid. I've never seen him sleep, if that helps your question. But I know you need sleep. That book will be there when you wake up tomorrow." Merv pauses, then continues, awkwardly, "Er, hopefully, it will. Sometimes things are... eaten... by whatever apparitions decide to wander the halls here, late at night..." Quickly, he perks up again. "But! I'm sure it'll be here when you get back here tomorrow morning?"

"It's alright, Merv," you mumble with a smile. "I'll go to bed. I just want to finish a couple more of these, try to rack my brain for any others I might've missed."

Merv sighs. "Alright, kiddo. Suit yourself. I'll leave you be. Just be sure to get some sleep, alright?"

"Alright," you grin. "G'night, Merv."

"Night." Merv takes his leave of you, the only evidence he was ever there is some cigar smoke still lingering in the library.

You turn back around and get back to work. All is silent in the Library, aside from the sound of your pen scratching the paper.

Christopher Marlowe... Jane Austen... J.R.R Tolkien... C.S Lewis...

Your eyes are glued to the paper, your mind racing. You're writing as fast as your mind can think, testing yourself with how many names you can remember.

Suddenly, your mind blanks. Your hand hovers over the paper, the pen in hand. You furrow your brow for a minute, your lips moving soundlessly in an attempt to go over each author you've written down.

You get to St. John the Divine of Patmos when the candle lights flicker all at once, dimming for a time and then coming back up to their full strength. Looking up, you hear another voice speak:

What are you doing here, at this hour?

Morpheus — Dream of the Endless — is standing beside you, looking down at your work, a hand on the chair you're sitting in. His voice is so soft, it doesn't startle you.

"I was... working."

Morpheus blinks. You're exhausted.

"Am I?" you say, trying to shrug off the tiredness that hangs on you. "What time is it?"

It's late, says Dream. Time has no meaning for him. Everyone else is asleep. Mervyn, Matthew, Cain and Abel... even poor Lucienne.

You think on this. If even Lucienne is asleep, it really is an ungodly hour...

What are you working on? Dream asks. What are you writing?

Wordlessly, you show the book to him. He reads over it, and his brow furrows.

You're awake... over this? Dream crouches down to and faces you, his starry eyes filled with worry. You poor thing. This is not needed. Did Lucienne ever check up on you?

"No," you say, truthfully. "But, I know why. She was too busy with the census. That's alright though, I don't mind being here. It's relaxing." You perk up. "But... Merv came to see me, just a few minutes ago."

The tiniest hint of a smile comes up over his face. Indeed? What did he say to you?

"That I should go to bed," you say.

And he was absolutely right. I think this can wait, don't you? Dream gestures with a perfectly manicured hand towards the huge leather book. Then, he lowers his hand and places it on your own.

I miss you, my love, he says gently, his voice now laced with longing. Come to bed.

How could you say no to that?

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tails89 · 19 days

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You want me so bad it makes you look stupid

This is a date, Marisol realises with sudden, dawning clarity. Does Eddie know this is a date? “Well, it’s about time,” Eddie tells Buck and Tommy. “Working out how to hang out with you both was getting exhausting. Hey, why don’t we pull another table over?” Oh god, Eddie doesn’t know this is a date. - AKA, the one where Eddie (unknowingly) wants Buck so bad that it makes him act stupid in a restaurant.

Teaming back up with @an-optimist-prime again because we're hilarious.

It starts like this.

Christopher is at a sleepover. Eddie finally has a night off and for once, has no other plans to hang out with Buck or Tommy or anyone else for that matter, and it’s been so long since it was just the two of them.

Alone. They’ve been dating for four months now, and yet it feels like she barely knows him.

So, Marisol suggests dinner and Eddie suggests the restaurant.

“Buck recommended this place a while back,” Eddie explains when they’re in the car, and Marisol looks out her window and rolls her eyes because of course he did. “It’s just like pizza and pasta, but apparently the food’s pretty good and he’s been wanting to try it out.”

“Uh huh.” Nodding along, Marisol decides then and there not to set her expectations too high. Not that it matters, not really. She cares more about finally finding the time for a date night more than the restaurant itself. She’d be happy with burgers if it meant actually spending some quality time with her boyfriend.

So she’s pleasantly surprised when they step into the restaurant, the bells above the door jingling brightly to announce their arrival.

The lighting is soft and warm, the space mostly lit by ropes of fairy lights and flickering tea candles on the tables.

It’s pretty romantic.

The soft hum of conversation swirls around them as Marisol laces her fingers with Eddie’s and they follow one of the wait staff through the dining room and over to their table.

She stumbles, almost tripping as Eddie suddenly tugs her off to the side.

“Buck!’ He calls out, his voice so loud and excited it echoes above the general buzz, drawing the attention of the diners around them. “You two guys are here together?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, closing the gap between them.

“Marisol, you remember Buck, right?”

She almost laughs, like Eddie doesn’t mention his best friend at least once a day, but before she can mention this she catches Buck’s eye and the deer-in-the-headlights stare he’s giving them.

Huh.

“What are the chances?” Eddie grins. “I mean, Buck was just telling me about this place the other week, but I didn’t expect to actually run into you. And definitely not together.” He laughs, casually leaning against Buck’s chair, oblivious to the way his friend has gone rigid beside him. “So what, you guys are finally friends now?”

“We, uh—”

Marisol watches as Buck swallows, his eyes darting back to look at Tommy.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Tommy’s mouth twitches like he’s trying not to laugh as he meets Buck’s gaze, and—

Oh.

Cosy restaurant.

Soft mood lighting.

It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

This is a date, Marisol realises with sudden, dawning clarity. Does Eddie know this is a date?

“Well, it’s about time,” Eddie tells them. “Working out how to hang out with you both was getting exhausting. Hey, why don’t we pull another table over?”

Oh god, Eddie doesn’t know this is a date.

“Eddie,” Marisol says, tugging on his arm. “Maybe we should go find our own table? Just the two of us.”

“What? You guys don’t mind us joining do you?” Eddie asks, and Marisol resists the urge to facepalm. It could not be more obvious that they’re interrupting something. Buck still hasn’t regained any colour in his face, that weird red birthmark by his eye standing out.

Like a stop sign.

Or a traffic light.

That Eddie just casually ploughs through. 3 dead and 47 injured.

Marisol meets Buck’s gaze, wondering if she can communicate ‘I’m so sorry’ in Morse code but all she remembers from middle school is SOS, which still feels appropriate in this situation.

There are now two tables pushed together, and any coded message is lost in the dance of shuffling seats so Buck and Tommy can sit on one side with Marisol and Eddie on the other.

Marisol genuinely does not understand how Eddie cannot see that this is a date. Both men are dressed up, sitting together at a rather fancy and romantic restaurant. She’s not just embarrassed for Buck and Tommy, but also just a little frustrated for herself. All she wants is just one night. Just one night, alone, with the man who is supposed to be her boyfriend. But, once again, that’s apparently not on the cards.

Silence sits heavy over the table as they all regard each other.

“So—” Marisol offers, to break the tension. “How did you two meet?”

“W-work.” Buck stammers.

Marisol nods for him to continue and nothing comes. After a beat, Tommy rescues them with, “we stole a helicopter together, and then flew it into a hurricane.”

”What’s this we?” Eddie cuts in, amused. “Technically you stole the helicopter. Buck and I were just along for the ride.”

Tommy shrugs, his gaze sliding over to Buck. “What can I say? I’m all about grand gestures. “ His hand slips beneath the table. “Especially when I’m trying to get someone’s attention.”

Buck goes red, spluttering into his beer.

“Jesus, Buck.” Chuckling, Eddie passes over a napkin. “What is it with you and choking at restaurants?”

“I’m not—“

”I swear, I can’t take you anywhere,” Eddie teases, handing over more napkins to mop up the mess. “You end up wearing more than you eat.”

”Fuck off,” Buck mutters, but he’s smiling now, staring down at the table.

“S0–“ Marisol cuts in over them. “Helicopters. That’s uh— that’s cute.”

“What’s cute about stealing a helicopter?” Eddie asks, genuinely confused by her comment.

“You know, it’s just— never mind,” she trails off to take a long sip of her table water.

At this point she’s just praying for the ground to open up beneath them. An earthquake or some other natural disaster to take her out of this situation. She just cannot understand how Eddie can be this oblivious.

“So, what other hang-outs have I not been invited to?” Eddie asks, his tone teasing as he leans forward in his seat.

”Just this one,” Tommy says, and there’s a record scratch in Marisol’s head.

Because this…

This is a first date.

They’re on a first date.

Is death by secondhand embarrassment a thing, because she’s pretty sure she’s dying right now.

And here’s the thing. She likes Eddie, she really does, but even she’s starting to re-think her long-term compatibility with someone who is either this clueless or this intentionally obtuse.

“But I’m hoping Evan will want to do this again sometime,” Tommy says, leaning back to sling an arm around Buck’s shoulders. “But next time, I suggest the restaurant.”

Marisol’s lost for a second, because who’s Evan, before realising that Eddie’s frozen beside her.

She turns, catching the exact moment that Eddie realises what’s happening, and what he’s done; that he’s crashed their date.

A series of emotions that she can’t quite parse wash over his face, his expression finally settling into shocked disbelief.

Finally he gets it, she thinks, exasperated. And it’s only taken 13 agonising minutes. At least they haven’t ordered yet.

Eddie’s mouth opens, then shuts, then he says, “You’re not gay.”

Real smooth Eddie, Marisol thinks, resisting the urge to hide her face in her hands.

“I’m bisexual,” Buck says, his voice almost a whisper. “I think? Maybe? I’m not actually sure yet.”

“Right.” Eddie nods, like he’s not quite sure what to do with this information. “I, uh—“ he stands suddenly, knocking into the table in his haste. “We should go. I’m sorry for— we didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Tommy starts. “We still on for Muay Thai on Thursday?”

Eddie stares at him. “I uh— “ he starts, before bolting from the restaurant.

Marisol stands. “I’m so sorry,” she says, glancing back towards the doors as Eddie disappears through them. “I’ll talk to him. I, uh— I hope you have a nice night.”

Neither of them say anything until they’re in the car.

Eddie’s gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white, but he makes no move to start the engine.

Minutes pass in dead silence.

“Are you okay, Eddie?” Marisol shifts, turning in her seat to watch him. “You know, I completely understand,” she says when he still doesn’t respond. “It must have been a bit of a shock to see your two best friends dating each other.”

“I don’t get it,” Eddie murmurs. “Why didn’t he tell me? He’s my best friend. I thought— I tell him everything and he couldn’t— I don’t even know how long this has been going on for.”

Marisol nods, but says nothing. Clearly this is something Eddie needs to get off his chest.

”Like, has this been going on the whole time? I can’t— they hated each other, or— I thought they did. But he should have told me. Buck always tells me when he’s seeing someone.”

Eddie’s hands tighten on the wheel again, the leather creaking beneath his fingers.

”And why wouldn’t he tell me he’s into guys? He’s never said anything. Not that that’s a problem—”

”Of course not,” Marisol reassures him, reaching over to lay a hand on his arm.

“—because he’s my best friend, and I’ll love him no matter what—“

Huh?

“—but because we tell each other everything! We trust each other! I mean, I thought he trusted me. Did I do something? God, I was such an idiot in there. He probably thinks I’m homophobic—“

“Yeah, a little,” Marisol admits gently, giving his arm a pat.

He drops his hands from the steering wheel, his shoulders slumping. ”God, I’m the worst friend ever. To Buck and Tommy.” He straightens suddenly, turning to face her. “But also, like, Tommy?” He asks. “I mean, I like the guy, but Tommy? Sure, he’s better than Taylor, but literally anyone is better than her.”

“Uh,” Marisol doesn’t know how to respond to that. She honestly cannot figure out why Eddie is getting so worked up about all of this. “I mean, I thought Buck and Tommy seemed good together.”

Eddie’s head jerks up.

“You don’t know Buck like I do,” he insists. “Buck is— Buck could have anyone. He’s kind and he’s thoughtful and he’s so hot, and he’s always thinking of others, you know? He is literally the perfect package. And I hate that he never thinks that he’s worth anything. But he’s worth everything.”

Marisol is speechless.

Eddie continues. “Buck could do so much better. He deserves someone who sees him, you know? Who sees the way he loves with his whole self and loves him back. He’s so easy to love.”

Suddenly, everything clicks together for Marisol in perfect clarity.

Eddie is in love with Buck.

Marisol can’t even be mad with Eddie for leading her on, because he clearly doesn’t realise it himself.

She massages her temples against the headache she can feel forming. She wonders, not unkindly, if Eddie’s previous relationships didn’t crash and burn for this exact same reason. Nobody wants to be the third wheel in any relationship, and clearly, she’ll never compare to Buck.

“Also,” Eddie barrels on. “Who the fuck does Tommy think he is, calling him Evan? Does he even know how complicated that name is for him? Only I get to do that!”

”The audacity,” Marisol mutters under her breath.

She has enough self-esteem to know she doesn’t want to deal with this. She’s not exactly excited to kick him while he’s down, but also doesn’t see the point in dragging this out. It’s not fair to either of them.

”I’m going to be honest with you, Eddie,” she says, “I think we should break up.”

Her words stop him in his tracks and he blinks, lost. “Wait, what?”

Marisol turns, reaching for her seatbelt. “Can you please just drive me home?”

***

Tommy is fairly certain he’s just witnessed Eddie have a complete meltdown.

And look, they’ve all been there. They’ve all had that moment where they’ve gotten irrationally jealous over their best friend dating someone, and not been able to —or abjectly refusing to— pinpoint exactly why it’s so upsetting.

The whole situation should be hilarious. It would be hilarious, if Evan didn’t look like he was about to cry.

“Hey,” Tommy reassures him. “It’ll be fine. I think we just surprised him a little.” Or a lot. Probably a lot.

Evan stares up at him. “You think?” He scrubs a hand down his face. “I shouldn’t have suggested this place.”

“There’s no way you could have known he was going to show up,” Tommy points out, casually draping his arm back across Evan’s broad shoulders.

“I should have guessed, knowing my luck.” Evan groans dramatically. “This is the worst first date I think I’ve ever been on.”

“Really?” Tommy asks, incredulously. “Worse than the one where you nearly died?” He smirks at the indignant expression on Evan’s face.

”Where did you even hear about that?” Evan splutters. “And yeah, worse than that.”

”Should I be insulted by that?” Tommy asks, mouth twitching in a smothered laugh.

”It’s not funny,” Evan grumbles, crossing his arms.

“It’s a little funny.”

Evan cracks, his lips lifting in a grin and they’re both laughing, and god he’s beautiful, Tommy thinks.

“Maybe I should check on him,” Evan says, after a moment, his hand reaching for his phone. “Make sure we’re okay.”

”Or,” Tommy suggests, plucking Evan’s phone from his fingers and laying it on the table, “we could get the bill and get out of here. You could come back to my place.”

Evan frowns, but doesn’t move to take his phone back.

”You’re his best friend,” Tommy reassures him. “You guys will figure this out.” And maybe they’ll eventually figure out their feelings for each other too.

Tommy’s not blind. He knows this thing between him and Evan isn’t going to go anywhere in the long run, but he’s hot and sweet and Tommy is just happy to see where this goes.

“Come on, come back to my place.”

Evan smiles. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

#911 spoilers #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #7x05 crack spec

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aziraphales-library · 1 month

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Hello 💕 do you have any truth or dare fics to recommend? X

We have some fics involving dares here. Here are some truth or dare fics...

A Question of Who Started What by lumosity (T)

Aziraphale finds out that Crowley started the Catholic church during a game of truth or dare. ------- “I really didn’t mean for it to go that far. I just kinda...yknow, made an eensy joke to some men at a bar and they, ah, took it too far,” Crowley said, tilting his head back to look at the scant clouds above. “What was that joke, exactly?” Aziraphale asked, trying his best to keep the tension out of his voice. “Something about putting saint’s body parts in the altars,” Crowley mumbled, tipping his face into his drink before taking a massive swig. “You’re the one who started the relics?” Aziraphale hissed.

Truth or Dare by JonsiGray (M)

It's a dark and stormy night, quite unlike the night Crowley delivered the anti-christ. Well, not delivered delivered. Aziraphale and Crowley are nestled on Crowley's sofa in their cottage under a thick blanket having a glass of wine. The power is out and Aziraphale lights an obscene amount of candles along with the fire in the grate. They are perfectly content until Crowley suggests an amusing, and frightful, way to pass the time. “I’ll be right back.” Crowley slid from under the cashmere blanket and ran off to the kitchen, the stone floor freezing under his bare feet. Crowley was quiet in there. Too quiet. Then suddenly Aziraphale heard whisking. Crowley ran back and slid under the blanket. "What is this?" "You have to drink it. All of it."

Truth or Dare by HopeCoppice (T)

It's Aziraphale's first time playing Truth or Dare. Crowley has a secret to protect, all the way from the Garden itself.

Truth or Dare by DarkRomance (E)

An AU where Crowley and Aziraphale are university students sharing a dorm room. It's Saturday night and Crowley is bored. Aziraphale is reading, but gets his book from him, asking if he wants to play a game. Aziraphale agrees. The game is "Truth or Dare"

Warmed from the Snow by PrincessDianaArtemis (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves snowed into the Bookshop and decided to play a couple of games to keep themselves entertained. One thing leads to another which leads to admissions, confessions, and some new experiences for them.

Truth or Dare by MirjamOmens (E)

“Let’s ask questions, like Truth or Dare!” Crowley burst out laughing. “You do realize what you are getting into?” he said, “I could dare you to all manners of sins, it's called tempting, I’m a professional!” “I’m not going to pick a dare, silly!” Aziraphale chuckled. “And you aren’t either, just the questions!” “It’s not the Truth or Dare then!” Crowley objected, still laughing. Aziraphale waved his hand to indicate something about not caring the least. “Do you not want to play then?”

The Tutor by tenandi (E)

Aziraphale is popular, outgoing, and one of the most accomplished students Holy Cross has ever seen. When he's tasked with tutoring the school's worst student he ends up getting schooled in a very different manner. (Waggles eyebrows). - “Aziraphale,” Crowley says thoughtfully, sounding out the name on his tongue. “You’re not asking me to corrupt you, are you?” The blonde doesn’t even bother to look embarrassed or uncertain. Instead, he affects one of his cockiest smiles. “Is that a truth or a dare?”

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #truth or dare #mod d

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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SKZ DRABBLE OT8

The one where the power goes out. And something more than just candles starts burning.

Part Two of the Twenty Second installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

A/N: Deuces. ✌🏼

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, Skz!pack, Skz!abo, Poly!skz, Pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n. skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, skz drabble

Genre: Angst, Light Smut, Light Fluff

Warning: Panic Attacks

Title: Lie to Me: Part II

Chan stares at you, tongue thick in his mouth, because he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know why you would say something like that.

He thinks, not for the first time, that you’re one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen.

The water is cascading down the bridge of your nose, across the full bow of your trembling lips, down the long line of your neck and in between the valley of your breasts.

He tries not to focus too much on that last part, because those thoughts will go right to his dick, and what kind of mate would he be if he got hard while you’re obviously going through something?

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the whole moonmate thing or just because he’s pretty sure he loves you so fucking much that it hurts, but he can feel the distress rolling off of you in waves, and his wolf is working itself into a frenzy trying to fix it, fix anything.

“You don’t-” He starts to say, too slow and stumbling over his words, trying to keep up with his thoughts, and you look up at him and suddenly, he can’t breathe.

He thinks of earlier-finding you curled in the woods, soaked to the bone, clearly terrified-and his heart clenches in his chest.

So instead of trying to finish his thought, he simply pulls you back against his body once more and holds you close.

*************

Changbin watches you silently, curled in the safety of Chan’s arms, and he thinks, not for the first time, that he’s thankful for the other alpha, because sometimes, he doesn’t know what to say or do, and Chan’s a fixer, always has been.

But he doesn’t say anything now, and Changbin watches as you shiver again, your lips slowly turning from that scary blue from before to something a little more like your natural pink.

He takes in a breath, glancing up into the stream of the slowly cooling water, blinking his eyes a few times to shed the droplets, and then he says to no one in particular, “Water’s getting cold.”

He shifts, leaning one shoulder against the wall of the small shower, his chest brushing against your arm, and he tells himself that you feel warmer, that you’re slowly returning to life.

His alpha disagrees, pacing anxiously up and down his insides, taking in the distress still clear in your scent, but Changbin forces himself to only wrap his fingers loosely around your wrist, placating his wolf for the moment just by touching you, feeling your pulse under his palm.

******

Minho wants to grind his teeth in frustration, because it’s clear, even after everything, that you’re still upset, still unsure, still fucking cold.

He sighs, long and heavy, instead, and tips his head back, staring up at the foggy ceiling for a moment before he finally says firmly, “You’re not hard to look out for.”

He feels your gaze on him, and he tilts his head back down, arching a brow at you, holding your eyes.

“So whoever put that stupid idea in your head, sweetheart, tell them to fucking back off.”

You drop his gaze, running your fingers up your arm, watching the way the water trails between them, and he sees you take in a shuddering breath.

Minho’s wolf growls at the bitterness still present in your scent.

When he shifts slightly, his arm brushes against the warmth of Changbin’s, and his eyes go to Chan’s over your head.

Minho snaps his teeth a few times, working off the antsy irritation crawling across his skin, and then he takes in a deep breath, and reaches out to brush a finger down the line of your cheek.

You glance up at him once more, and he tilts his head, studying you, and when he speaks, his voice is gentler, and he doesn’t know if he’s the one talking now, or if it’s the alpha inside of him trying to reach out and reassure your own.

“No one here thinks you’re a burden, sweetheart. And no one here is ever going to give up on your sweet little ass either, even if you do.”

*****

You stare at Minho, and your insides feel warm, even if your skin is still slightly cold from being out in the storm.

You part your lips to say something, anything, in return, and suddenly, the power cuts out.

You let out a yelp of terror and surprise, and when a boom of follows, seeming to shake the small bathroom, you scramble in the dark to find Chan, your nails scratching across his chest, your breath heavy and hard in your ears.

You’re blinded by panic, and it takes you a moment to register that they’re talking to you, all three of them closing in to form a tight circle around you beneath the cool stream of water from overhead.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Chan says breathlessly, his hands coming up to loop fingers around your wrists, holding them firmly against the warmth of his chest. “It’s okay, baby.”

Your night vision hasn’t kicked in yet, and your heart is thundering so loudly in the pitch black that you feel like you’re going to throw up.

You feel light headed as a flash of lightning and another crack of thunder crashes outside, and you barely register as Changbin slips an arm around your waist, pressing the warmth of his body against the length of your back.

“Breathe, baby girl.” He murmurs out, his breath warm as it washes across the juncture of your shoulder. “We’ve got you.”

You take in a few deep, uneven breaths, shuddering on the way in and out, and you feel Minho rest his chin on top of your head, a heavy comforting weight, as he says firmly, “That’s it. Good girl. In and out.”

You take some more deep breaths, and you can begin to see their dark outlines appear in the black of the shower.

You blink a few times, the water dripping into your eyes, and another loud cacophony of thunder echoes outside the building.

You skitter into Chan, crowding into his space once more, and he releases his hold on your wrists as you paw desperately at him, and when you cry out, your voice is full of panic, breathless and scared.

“I need you to distract me. Please-” You dig your nails into his upper arms as another streak of lightning flashes, and you can feel your heart speeding up again as you swallow hard. “-anything! Please, Chan!”

He hesitates, you can see the indecision crease his brow now that your night vision is in full effect, but when another loud bang of thunder has you gasping, wide eyed and terrified, his features set, and he leans forward and covers your mouth with his.

It wasn’t what you had in mind, but it works.

Because as his fingers find your chin in the dark, holding you in place, angling your mouth so he can slide his tongue in between the part of your lips, you find yourself thinking less of the raging storm and more of the alpha standing in the spray of the shower with you.

You’re breathless and your heart is still pounding, but for an entirely different reason now.

Changbin’s hand slides around the front of your throat, warm and steady, and you feel him at your back, hard and ready.

Without thinking, you press yourself back into him while you kiss Chan, and he lets out a slight groan, his fingers flinching around your neck.

Chan breaks the kiss, sliding his tongue from your mouth, and you catch your breath, staring up at him, breathing hard, and he tilts his head, taking in Changbin’s hand at your throat, the water streaming over your skin, lips red and slick.

“Is it working?” He asks with slight amusement, sliding a large palm up your stomach, cupping your breast, the water gathering in his hand.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, because it’s true, you haven’t noticed the lightning or thunder for the last several minutes. “But-”

But you need more.

Changbin presses against you, and you let out a breathy sort of sound, his lips at your ear, breath hot against your throat.

You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says softly, “But we can do better.” And then to Chan, “C’mon, Channie. Wanna share?”

Chan glances to Changbin, eyes dark, and then back to you. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches you, until he finally asks quietly, “More?”

You nod immediately, feeling dizzy, Changbin kissing slowly up the arch of your neck, and something darkens in Chan’s eyes, his lips parting slightly as he lets his gaze drop slowly down your bare, wet body.

Another round of thunder has you jumping slightly, fingers clenching into the skin of Chan’s chest, but before you can fully process the rising panic, Minho is there, leaning into your space, sandwiched between Chan and Changbin, his long, cool fingers capturing your chin.

“Look at me.” He commands, voice low, and you can’t tear your eyes away from him. Something akin to satisfaction washes across his pretty features, and he leans toward you, lips brushing your own. “I want to watch your face when they both take you, sweetheart.”

You shiver at his words, and in some sort of unspoken agreement, Chan and Changbin move-tugging off their drenched, heavy sweats in one motion, Changbin’s fingers finding your hips and holding you still, and Chan sliding into you without warning at the same time.

You gasp, body clenching slightly, but he’s slow, deliberate, and gentle, and soon, you relax.

“Fuck.” Chan breathes out, letting his forehead drop to your own, and you have to agree with the sentiment.

Changbin grins, you feel it against your skin, and then you feel him, and he angles himself behind you, fingers slick with water as he slowly lets them trace down your hips to your thighs.

“Deep breath, baby girl.” He admonishes beneath his breath, and you force yourself to relax once more as you feel his fingers explore between your thighs, before he leans in to you and slowly, so slowly it’s almost painful, gains entrance.

You bite down hard on your bottom lip, because you’ve never felt anything like this, but Changbin takes his time, and soon, there’s nothing but pleasure as you finally fully relax into both of them, stretched and full.

“Good girl.” Minho murmurs, eyes bright, as he takes in the two alphas on either side of you, the water cascading down all of you. He lets his fingers slide down your throat as you whine at Changbin’s slight movement behind you and Chan’s ensuing groan. “Breathe, sweetheart.” Minho reminds you gently, watching you carefully, his thumb trailing backup to trace across the outline of your bottom lip. “It’ll feel even better if you breathe through it.”

You don’t know if that’s even possible, but you do as he says anyway, taking in a few deep breaths, hands on Chan’s shoulders, Changbin motionless against your back, and then Minho cocks his head, smirking slightly, studying you with a dark, unreadable gaze.

He leans forward, baring his teeth, and bites down on the skin of your shoulder, teeth marking the skin around your scent gland.

You gasp, a delicious shiver running down your spine, and Chan jerks his hips up into yours on reflex, Changbin letting out a shuddering breath as his fingers tighten against your throat.

Minho lathes across the sting of his bite with his tongue, tracing your scent gland, the line of your collar bone, the column of your throat, peering up at you knowingly through dark lashes.

“Do that again, hyung.” Changbin rasps out, voice hoarse, your legs trembling, body tight around him. “She liked it.”

Minho’s breath is warm as it fans across your bare chest in a chuckle, and he slides his hands up your sides, his voice low when he murmurs out against your throat, “What did we say about breathing, sweetheart?”

You consciously take in a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and then let it out, and Minho practically purrs.

“Good girl.”

His teeth sink into your skin again and at the same time, Chan and Changbin move.

A wave of pleasure crashes over you, numbing your thoughts and heightening your senses, as the two alphas in front and back of you work you over slowly, finding a rhythm between the two of them that has all three of you soon panting for breath, Chan’s forehead heavy against your own, Changbin’s hand tight around your throat.

You moan, and Chan splays a hand with a loud thud against the shower wall beside your head.

“Fuck, I can’t-” He stutters out, just as Changbin growls and buries his head between your shoulder blades.

There is warmth, the feeling of being completely filled, and then both their hips stutter to a stop and all you can hear, all you can feel, is your heart pounding in rhythm with their own, your harsh gasps for air as they hold you up between them.

Your body feels limp and weak, but good, and you haven’t even thought once about the storm still raging outside, the dark, unlit atmosphere of the bathroom, the now cool water streaming over your bare skin.

No, it’s just them, and you, and this glow of contentment that’s slowly settling every inch of your body, making you tired and awake all at once.

Changbin is the first to move, pulling out with a groan, and he leans against the wall for support for a moment before he crooks a finger at Minho, still standing in front of you.

“Dick, hyung.”

Minho smirks, arching a brow at the still panting alpha, and you don’t miss the way his eyes slowly roam down the broad lines of Changbin’s bare chest, the rest of his tan, naked skin.

“Are you calling me one, princess, or are you asking for mine?”

Changbin growls, rolling his eyes, and in a brave move, loops his fingers around the other alpha’s wrist, yanking him toward him as he drops to his knees in the limited space of the shower in one smooth motion.

He glances up at Minho from between his legs, clear exasperation, edged with open hunger, on his features.

“You tell me.” He mutters out, before he leans forward and takes Minho into his mouth.

You watch, from the safety and comfort of Chan’s arms, body limp and satiated, as Changbin finishes Minho off, the older alphas’ hand tangled in his head of wet, dark curls, and everything inside of you feels good in this moment, right even.

“I love you.” You say, without really thinking it through and to no one in particular, warm and hazy in Chan’s arms, as Changbin swipes a hand across his mouth and pulls himself to his feet.

Chan freezes behind you, hands going still on your skin.

Changbin crosses the small space to you, pinching your chin between his fingers, eyes dark and warm, breath ghosting across your lips as he growls, “Gets better every time you say it.”

And when he leans forward to kiss you, you taste Minho on his lips.

Minho smirks.

“Yeah, we know, sweetheart.” He motions to the cool water, the dark bathroom, and then to your thighs, sticky with fluids. “Now c’mon. Let’s get cleaned up-again-and get out, before we all die of hypothermia.”

******

“I think I fucked it up for good this time.” You say morosely, playing with a loose string on one of the many blankets tucked over the top of you.

You’re warm and dry, bundled in your bed, wearing one of Changbin’s hoodies and Chan’s sweats, body already deliciously sore from your earlier activities, the three alphas lounging beside you, cuddling against you for extra warmth.

The power still hasn’t come back on, but the storm has sort of stopped howling, and the flicker of the few candles you had managed to find are nice, almost cozy, in a way, lighting up the walls of your small bedroom.

You’ve just finished telling them about seeing Jeongin earlier, before your ill fated run, and your heart is starting to feel heavy again in your chest.

“Told you it was a bad idea.” Minho remarks offhandedly, glancing up from the screen of his phone, his fingers pausing in playing with Changin’s wet, stringy curls, the other alpha’s head nestled in his lap. “We can’t avoid him forever, or even currently, it seems.”

“You’re not helping.” Chan comments sharply, and Minho shrugs, turning back to his phone, as Chan leans up on his elbow, staring down at you, before he says gently, “It wasn’t your fault, baby. We all came up with the plan. You were just doing what you thought was best.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that. And I still feel awful.” You shrug hopelessly, pulling the heavy weight of Chan’s arm back across your chest and wiggling your toes, cold even with socks on, into the warmth of the unsuspecting Changbin’s side.

“Fuck!” Changbin curses and yelps at the feel of your frozen feet, jumping slightly, before he cracks open an eye and levels you with a heated glare. “Watch the ice blocks, baby girl, goddamn.”

“You’re supposed to be warming me up.” You fire back, and Changbin grumbles, but stuffs your feet back under his arm anyway.

You stare at the ceiling for a moment, letting your eyes grow heavy with the feel of Chan’s relaxed breaths beneath your cheek-in and out, in and out-and then you admit quietly, “The human side of me is pretty sure we love that stupid kid. The wolf side of me, however, wants to violently rip him apart every time we see him.”

“Stupid, dumb alpha.” Changbin replies, nodding, before he sighs. “I get it. We all get it.”

Minho huffs a breath in annoyance, shoving Changbin’s head roughly off his lap as the other alpha yelps once again.

“Hyung!”

“I told you we should just tell him the truth. But nobody listens to their wise, sageful elders around here.”

Changbin sits up, eyes wide and curls disheveled.

“We can’t just tell him the truth! What are we even going to say? ‘Oh, sorry kid, you can hang out, but we can’t tolerate you in your current state, but don’t feel bad, don’t let this give you a complex or anything!’”

“Seo Changbin, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. And trust me, the list is pretty fucking long.”

They continue arguing, and you start to tune them out, it all becoming comforting background noise against the tired, contented hum of your exhausted brain and body.

Underneath you, Chan’s body stills, his fingers coming to a stop on your skin beneath the thick fabric of the hoodie, and then his voice, quiet in your ear, “Hey.”

You roll over to squint up at him. “Hi?”

He stares at you for a moment, uncertainty washing across his pretty features, and then he says in one hurried, breathless rush-”Did you mean it? What you said in the shower earlier?”

It takes your muddled brain a moment to catch on-what had you said in the shower?-and then recognition dawns, like a lightbulb being turned on, and you huff a little laugh.

You reach up and stroke a finger down the arch of his cheekbone affectionately.

“Yeah, unfortunately for you, pretty boy, I did. I meant every fucking word.” You tilt your head, giving him a cheeky little grin as you arch your brow. “You’re stuck with me now.”

Chan is silent for the beat of a moment, not even breathing, and then his face crinkles with a smile so large you think he’s going to split himself in half-eyes disappearing into half moons, dimples sinking in his cheeks.

“Fuck yeah.” He breathes out, before he leans over and covers your mouth with his.

You let yourself sink into his warmth, into the familiar, comforting embrace of his kiss for a few minutes, but a loud, insistent pounding at your door has you jumping in surprise all too soon, bolting upright in the bed and jostling the other alphas.

Changbin’s brow creases with confusion as he glances into the darkness of the hallway, the wild pounding still echoing, and he shoots you a cautious glance.

“Are you expecting anyone?”

You shake your head, your brain feeling more than a little fuzzy. “No, I-”

Your eyes drift to your phone sitting on the bedside table, screen dark and battery dead, and suddenly, everything clicks into place in horrifying detail.

“Fuck.” You swear, throwing aside the blankets and stumbling to your feet, aware the other alphas are on full alert now, tense and ready. “Hyunjin. I forgot to respond to his text when I left his apartment, and then the power went out and my phone died-”

Guilt churns in your gut as the thundering on your door continues, frantic and insistent now, and you dart down the dark hallway without a second thought, unlocking the deadbolt and flinging open the door in one rushed motion.

Hyunjin is standing on the other side, phone held in hand, flash light on, looking absolutely unhinged with worry.

All the breath in your body leaves at the sight of him.

“Hyunjin-” You breathe out, but he pushes past you into the dark apartment without a word, scent sour and angry, and it’s only then that you realize he’s not alone.

Jeongin is standing in the doorway now, eyes red from crying, face swollen, and everything inside of you crumples.

Your wolf growls, tearing at your insides.

“Jeongin-” You say hoarsely, torn between wanting to hug him, and rip his throat out.

Hyunjin saves you from doing either.

“Do you know how fucking worried we were?” He’s pacing the length of your living room, and you turn your attention to him, his eyes flashing dark and angry, body tense. “You left all weird and then didn’t return my texts or calls and it started to storm-”

“I know, I’m sorry-” You start to say, reaching out a hand for him, but he shrugs you off, cutting you off without so much as a glance.

“And then you just-” He stops, chest heaving, and suddenly bends over, a hand going to his forehead as his face screws with pain. “Fuck, I have the worst headache, and you just-”

“Jinnie.” You say softly, taking a cautious step toward him, hand still outstretched. “Sit down-”

“No!” He blurts out, straightening up again, eyes crackling, as his gaze sweeps across you to the mouth of the hallway, Minho, Changbin, and Chan appearing now, expressions cautious and guarded. “One of you fucking couldn’t call and let me know she was okay?”

“Hyunjin.” Minho warns firmly, face unreadable, but eyes flashing gold dangerously.

“No.” Hyunjin repeats, softer this time, and he motions to Jeongin, who has entered the room, standing folded in on himself in the corner. “You owe him an explanation. So let’s fucking hear it.”

You open your mouth, but no words come out, and Jeongin glances up at you, expression twisted with pain.

Your heart goes right to your gut.

“Noona-” He says, voice quiet and trembling, eyes downcast. “-if you didn’t want to hang out with me, it’s really okay-”

Your chest caves in, and you take a step toward him. He flinches back, and you stop.

“Oh my god, Jeongin, no, that’s not it at all.” You stumble over your words in your hurry to get them out, tongue thick and mouth dry as you stare at him.

He looks up at you then, and his eyes hold a little bit of defiance now.

“So what is it?”

You swallow thickly, and glance to the other alphas standing silently in the mouth of the hallway.

Everything feels precarious-you can feel the adrenaline, the fear, from earlier zapping just beneath your skin again, like electric wires only needing the hint of a spark to jump to life once more.

Your heart is starting to pick up pace again, and you feel sick.

“I don’t-” You start helplessly, and your throat is clogging up with the pounding of your heart, your fingers are trembling.

“You just-can’t be here right now.” You say hoarsely, and everything inside of you balks at the way Jeongin’s face instantly falls.

You’re dangerously close to another panic attack.

“I don’t understand.” Jeongin blurts out suddenly, and his eyes are shiny with tears, and you really think you might lose all control now, watching him balling his hands into angry fists at his sides, staring you down with a flash of anger. “If you don’t like me, if you don’t want to be around me, then just tell me, and I’ll go! It’s not that fucking hard to be honest with someone, even if you don’t feel the same way!”

“Jeongin.” You gasp out, shaking your head, the burn of tears in your own eyes threatening now. “It’s not any of that.” Your voice raises, and you’re not sure why, but you’re yelling now, willing him to understand. “I love you so fucking much that it hurts, but I can’t-”

“Oh god.” Jeongin suddenly wraps his arms around his stomach, and you can see his chest rising in rapid movements, as if he’s hyperventilating. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

His face contorts, and without another word, he shoves past you and darts for the darkness of the bathroom.

You all stand there in silent shock for a moment, and then your feet move of their own accord to follow the distressed freshman, but Minho stops you, a hand on your arm.

He gives a slight shake of his head, and your entire body crumples.

“Well, I hope you’re all fucking happy.” Hyunjin seethes, still rubbing at his temple with agitation, as he whirls on the three of you with a snarl. “Was this part of your precious plan? Are you pleased with yourselves?”

Chan’s expression is pained, and Changbin heaves a sigh, stepping toward the angry omega with a careful hand outstretched, as if he’s soothing a wounded animal.

“Jinnie-”

“No. I don’t want to hear it.” Hyunjin shakes his head angrily and pushes past you, stalking down the hallway and out of sight, following Jeongin.

You swallow hard, and sink down onto the couch, your entire body trembling.

Minho sighs-long and slow-and Chan comes to sit beside you, rubbing your back, as Changbin starts to pace the length of the living room.

“I told you this was a bad idea-” Minho starts, looking none too pleased with being the one to point it out again.

“Shut up, hyung.” Changbin snaps, but immediately looks remorseful at Minho’s sharp glare, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck before he sits down beside you and Chan on the couch. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

Minho huffs, opening his mouth to say something else, when Hyunjin reappears, cutting him off.

He’s rubbing at his head like it pains him to even be standing, and everything inside of you is aching to take care of him, your wolf whining, but you remain where you are, as he takes in a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose for a few seconds before once again opening his eyes and staring the three of you down.

“Once again. Hope you assholes are happy with yourselves.”

You flick a quick glance behind him, but don’t see any sight of Jeongin.

“Is he-?” You start to ask in a small, unsure voice, but Hyunjin levels you with a glare.

“He’s presenting.”

Everything in the room goes silent, frozen, as you all stare at the omega standing in the yawning mouth of the hallway.

Your alpha rears its head.

Weary resignation replaces some of the anger in Hyunjin’s eyes, and he blows out a long, controlled breath, before he swipes a hand across his face, his expression sagging, instantly going tired.

“As an omega.”

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ggsyoons · 9 months

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Make it Colorful | C.Seungcheol (sfw)

”A fat white rabbit cake, really…?” “It wasn’t from me! It was just a cake from the staff…” As Soonyoung said, even after telling him that, Seungcheol still sulked.

♡ summary;

my lil spin on cheol's bday live last year where you're staff and also his gf and he's sulky about his cake.

・❥・word count: 1.5k

choi-ddoppi strikes again! ᥩིྀ ⋅ ˔ ⋅ ) in honor of seungcheol's (aka the sexist man alive) 28th bday <3

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“It’s time for your birthday live, Cheol.” You said, peaking around the corner, carrying a phone and tripod.

Seungcheol was just sitting there on his phone, wearing an oversized windbreaker with grey sweatpants.

He looked up, “Damn, already?”

”Yep, so get ready,” You said. “Did you get hair and makeup done?”

”I did, but…” Seungcheol grabbed your hand as you passed by, stopping you. “Can you check again?”

“What?” You chuckled. “Check your makeup?”

Seungcheol was looking up at you, grabbing your arm as he nodded with a goofy smile.

Though the schedule was tight, you couldn’t say no to that stupid smile of his.

All you even did when Seungcheol asked to “check his makeup” was look at his face up close as his eyes were shut.

Seungcheol giggled whenever you touched his face with your gentle fingers, often interfering via grabbing them.

”Your makeup looks great.” You said, sighing before walking away to set things up.

”I can do that myself.” He said, beginning to stand.

”I’m a staff member for a reason, Cheol - it back down.”

Seungcheol sat.

You had set up the whole tripod, phone, light thing so much it was practically muscle memory to you.

Even when you had done it a million times before and Seungcheol had also seen it a million times before, he would always hug you from the back and whisper his upmost gratitude.

”Looks great as always, Y/N, so reliable.” Seungcheol said, his arms around your waist.

”I’ve done this a countless number of times, Cheol, must you do this every time?”

”Do you not like it?”

You paused, “No…”

Seungcheol didn’t say anything, he just smirked and buried his face into your nape.

That part was always sensitive, so you yelped. Seungcheol began kissing it, you manage to squirm away from him.

”Cheol!” You scold. “The live! It’s scheduled in like, two minutes.”

He just stood there with a careless expression, shrugging.

You rolled your eyes as Seungcheol sat down on the couch, in front of the phone and the lights. He began fixing his hair, moving things around, and just making sure everything was perfect before the live.

Honestly, lives were one of the most stressful things about this job.

Unlike videos, lives couldn’t be edited, everything that was said and done was said and done forever.

Nothing ever went wrong thus far, you’d done this for years and with every member and everything always went smoothly, but you still always dreaded it.

Ah, right, I almost forgot.

You push these thoughts to the side and run out the room for a moment as Seungcheol calls out for you.

When you returned, you were holding a white box, Seungcheol immediately knew what it was and jumped up.

”Y/N, is this for me?” He asked, taking it from you with a wide smile.

”Yeah, it is,” You said, though it was obvious. “But—“

Seungcheol unboxed it, revealing the cake sealed inside.

It was a fat white rabbit holding a diamond with cherry candles on top, quite plain, but it was just a cake for the live.

You could tell it wasn’t what Seungcheol expected as he held it with a slightly confused, almost disappointed expression.

”What is this supposed to be?”

”A fat rabbit.”

”A rabbit is this fat…?”

”Yes, but—“

An unexpected guest suddenly came in, “Coups! Happy birthday! Did the live start yet?” Soonyoung said. “Hey, Y/N!”

”Hi, Soonyoung,” You waved, he waved back. “And no, it’s about to start, though.”

Other staff had come in to get things ready, lighting up the candles and setting up the live itself.

You found a seat behind the phone, on an armchair as Soonyoung stood beside you, arms crossed.

“What do you and Coups have planned after this?” Soonyoung asked, nudging you.

”Nothing you need to know.” You teased.

Soonyoung pouted, “C’mon…”

”Just hanging out.”

”Alright, then…”

As Seungcheol was getting the final touches done, he looked down at the cake, then up at you.

Is he upset about the cake? Oh, don’t tell me he’s sulky…

But he was, you could clearly see it in the way he frowned, pressing his lips together as he glared at you.

It was a pain when Choi Seungcheol became sulky, - which was very often - but it was undeniably adorable and you looked down to smile.

Soonyoung tapped you on the shoulder, “Uh, is Coups upset about something?”

You lift your head, suppressing a smile as Seungcheol still glared at you.

”The cake, it seems like he doesn’t like it and he thinks I’m the one who prepared it.”

Soonyoung craned his neck to see the cake, once he did, he nodded.

”Yeah, looks like a cake he’d not like.”

”It’s not what I prepared, though. It’s just for the live! I wanted to tell him, but—“

”— He got dragged away?”

”Yeah.”

Soonyoung laughed, “Well, guess you’ll have to deal with that for, like,” He checked his phone. “Thirty minutes or so.”

“Not even the longest he’s gone being sulky.”

“That’s true. Though, I feel like even if you did tell him, he’d still sulk.”

You sighed, ”Probably.”

The live went as well as it could in the first few minutes.

Soonyoung went and (loudly) sang happy birthday, gave a small cameo on live, then scurried away as he gave you a knowing look.

Now that it was just Seungcheol, he sat there and looked at the rapidly moving chat.

”Oh, the cake?” He said, his eyes moving to you for a moment as he began to frown again. “They said it’s a fat rabbit.”

Again, sulky Seungcheol was a pain, but…

Damn, he’s so cute. You covered your mouth as you stared back.

Seungcheol knew you were covering a smile, his expression let up for a moment, but went right back to being sulky.

”It’s a rabbit, but it’s this fat?” He laughed dryly. “This is upsetting.”

You tried to mouth an “I’m sorry”, however, he didn’t want to see it.

As the live went on, he asked for the slippers Jeonghan had gifted him. You went to go fetch them.

They were Gucci, you almost felt bad for even touching them.

Seungcheol stood to receive them from you, only his torso down were seen on camera, so as he took them, he mouthed “I’m upset” as he held your hands in place for a few seconds.

The final time the cake was brought up, it was towards the end after a few of the members (very loudly) belted happy birthday from the hallway.

”Ah, you want to see the cake?”

As soon as you heard that, you nearly groaned, Out of all comments to read…

He lifted the poor little cake, frowning, “But why isn’t mine colorful? Colorful,” He looked up at you, chuckling dryly again. “I feel like it could have been more colorful.”

Seungcheol sighed dramatically, “Gosh.”

“Colorful…” He murmured, now glaring at the camera.

What kind of heroic deed will I have to do to make him stop sulking from this?

“Cheollie…” You whined, hugging him from the back as he just sat there, crossing his arms.

”A fat white rabbit cake, really…?”

“It wasn’t from me! It was just a cake from the staff…”

As Soonyoung said, even after telling him that, Seungcheol still sulked.

“I don’t even like vanilla cake.”

”Well, they didn’t know that,” You pressed your cheek against his back, your arms still wrapped around his waist.

“Could’ve told them…”

”You’re being unfair, Cheol!”

Seungcheol didn’t say anything to that, he just kept crossing his arms.

“Fine, it’s fine, a fat little colorless rabbit cake is fine.” He began to say, flipping around so that now his back was against the couch

You were left sitting there beside Seungcheol, his lips sticking out into a pout.

This classic routine he does, You leaned against his shoulder. “It really isn’t that bad, Cheollie…”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s fine, it’s just fine.”

”Cheol—“

”No, no, I’m fine with it.”

The pout got bigger with each word.

Choi-ddoppi will be the death of me.

The two of you sat there silence, Seungcheol crossing his arms with an admittedly cute frown and not looking at you.

You sighed and pulled his sleeve, “Cheollie… look at me.”

Even when he was “mad”, Seungcheol couldn’t refuse a request like this.

He turned his head as you got onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck now.

”After this, I have a celebration prepared just for us… so don’t get hung up over that cake, m’kay?” You said before kissing him on the cheek.

Seungcheol considered it with exaggerated expressions, looking around in all directions as he thought about this.

Then, you pecked him on the lips and his sulky face melted into a smile.

Seungcheol kissed you back, knocking you onto your back as you made out.

”Plus, I was the first person to wish you a happy birthday today, so you can’t be upset with me! I did it right at midnight.”

”Yeah, yeah,” Seungcheol laughed, kissing you again. “Wait, but I think Jeonghan did it first—“

You playfully punched his chest, “Hey.” You warned.

”Joking.” He said mischievously.

“Coups! Coups!” Soonyoung burst in, so used to your and his antics that he wasn’t even surprised by the sight. “Time to bounce.”

Seungcheol hung his head, giving you one final kiss before getting up.

Soonyoung left, but not without saying, “Happy to see you made up.”

”I’ll be home soon, get that surprised prepared for me. I’ll be looking forward to it all day.”

“Anything for you.”

Seungcheol smiled, he was halfway out the door, but he couldn’t stop himself from going back to kiss you again, scooping you up into his big arms.

”Cheol… don’t leave your fans waiting.” You rolled your eyes, breaking away.

”I know…” He looked like an abandoned puppy with those big, sparkly eyes. “Okay, bye for real.”

”Mhm, we’ll see each other soon.”

Seungcheol left very slowly, his eyes on you the whole way out.

You were about to go back to the couch and chill for a bit before leaving when Seungcheol stuck his head back into the room.

“Oh, and I didn’t really care about the cake.”

I knew it.

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jut-and-dae-enthusiast · 7 months

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Spoiling the Birthday Boy

Bangchan x gn!reader (I think?)

Also, this is late IM SORRY but I had to write something for our baby best leader Channie Hyung <3 enjoy my delusion love u so much

Warning: slightly suggestive there for a sec.

“What do you want for your birthday, Channie?” You asked softly as the two of you were snuggled up together on the couch in the late hours of the night.

“Hmm… Maybe for you to just forget about it?” He asked and flashed you his cutie pie smile, hands gently kneading your waste. You made your expression deadpan and frowned. “Baby, you know how I feel about all of it.” He sighed and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently.

“Okay, then we won’t celebrate my birthday either.” You state matter-o-factly, patting his arm gently. He sits back dramatically, eyes wide.

“Uh, no. That’s my favorite day of the year. You can’t take that from me.” He pouted his lip and shook his head.

“That’s how I feel about your birthday, love.” You said softly, a hand resting on his cheek with a thumb caressing it gently. “Just let me do something nice. It’ll be lowkey I promise.” He sighs and you can see his resolve dropping.

“Alright, fine. Just- no party please. Only me and you, yeah?”

The evening of October 2nd, you had tasked Changbin with making sure Chan came home at a decent hour (a feat in itself) and Minho with snatching Chan’s phone so no one could bother him the entire night or morning.

You were putting the final touches on the first of his birthday surprises when you heard the door open. Trying to contain your excitement, you quickly make your way over to greet him with a smile.

“Hey birthday boy.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I mean, it’s technically not even my birthday yet-“ you cut him off with a shake of your head, a finger to his lips.

“Ah, not allowed. Just relax and trust me.” You kiss him softly, holding him close. “Did you eat yet?” You ask softly, pulling away from the kiss. He nodded.

“Yeah, the boys took me out for dinner.” You already knew that, but he didn’t know that you knew.

“Okay, good. Then we can get in to the first surprise.” You grab his hand and pull him into the bathroom where you have a hot bath ready to go with soft candle lighting and the gentle sound of his favorite songs playing. You feel his arms wrap around you, face nuzzling into your neck.

“Is this for me, hm?” You can hear his smile, his hug squeezing a bit tighter for emphasis.

“Should we get in?” You ask, turning to look at his face with a smile.

Once you both are within the warmth of the tub, you facing him in his lap, you reach for some shampoo right behind his shoulder. He looks at you lovingly, his hands mindlessly grazing your skin with a small smile resting on his face. As you massage the shampoo into his hair, scratching his scalp gently as you work it in, a small groan escapes his lips. His hands begin to wander, grasping at the flesh on your thighs while biting his lip.

“Ah, be good.” You gently reprimand, a small smirk on your face. “There will be plenty of time for that later.” You lean in and kiss his neck softly before resuming washing his hair.

“Alright alright.” He concedes, bracing his hands on either side of the tub.

After the bath was face masks, painting each others nails (something Chan loved doing but would never admit to anyone but you), and finally snuggling up in bed.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” You hum against his jawline, looking up at him.

“I would say no but I know for a fact you have more planned for tomorrow.” He giggles and shakes his head. “I do really appreciate it though, baby. I needed a relaxing night.”

“And my next gift is that you can sleep as late as you want tomorrow.” You smile and kiss his cheek. He thinks for a second before looking at you with furrowed brows.

“Are you the reason my phone has suddenly disappeared?” You sit in silence, hoping that if you’re quiet long enough, he’ll just forget. He does not. In fact, his fingers dig into your ribs, causing squeals and giggles to fill the once quiet room.

Happy birthday best leader, Channie. October 3rd is the best day because it’s the day the world received you. What a happy occasion. <3

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lovedazai · 1 year

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the thought of spending the holidays with you is the only thing pushing akaashi through his burnout, daydreams of you and him bundled up together keeping him warm on the train ride home.

he’s never been happier to see his apartment building, even if work still manages to wedge itself into his thoughts. the new pages in his bag are heavy, an all too soon deadline in the back of his mind, but when he unlocks the front door, he could melt in relief. as he unlaces his shoes, he’s greeted by your sweet “welcome home, keiji!” and the warm scent of vanilla from your burning winter candles. the last thing he wants is for something awful to happen, like having to take you to the emergency room for breaking a bone.

which is exactly how he pictures his evening going when he walks into the living room to see you, balancing on a chair, hanging ornaments on the christmas tree.

“do you need help with that, love?” he anxiously plays with his fingers as he gets closer. he notices the fuzzy socks you have on; they’re adorable, but he can’t help but think of how slippery they are, no traction to help keep you steady on the smooth seat of the chair you’re tiptoed on.

“that’s okay,” you turn to smile at him, and as pretty as you are looking at him like that, he wishes you would just pay attention to what you’re doing. “you should go relax. i’ve been at this for a while, and i haven’t fallen yet!”

as if that was supposed to make him feel better. his chest feels tight thinking of everything that could’ve gone wrong while you were home alone doing something like this.

he watches with furrowed brows as your foot gets closer to the edge of the chair the harder you stretch, trying to reach the branch. it starts to tip, and he doesn’t even realize he’s moving, suddenly next to you with one hand on the chair, the other resting against your back. “y/nーplease get down. just let me do it before you manage to kill yourself. or me, for that matter.”

“but when i’m up here, i can do this,” you press your lips to his forehead. his cheeks grow warm, and he hopes it doesn’t deter his unimpressed look. it’s already pretty weak; he doesn’t have it in himself to ever truly be disappointed in you. “fine,” you pout. “i’ll get down.”

you sit down on the chair to watch him, feet swinging lazily from where they don’t quite reach the floor. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead in return, lips lingering for a moment. he’s only a little prideful when he can hang up the ornament with just a little reach of his arm. “is here okay?”

“mhm, perfect.” he looks down to see your eyes focused on the strip of his toned stomach visible from his shirt rising up, and places the hook gently on the branch, using his other hand to pinch your cheek.

“what’s next, love? it looks like you were nearly finished.”

you grab the topper, lips pouty. “just this, but…” you look up to the top of the tree. “i really want to do this part.”

he couldn’t possibly insist that he does it, not after you worked so hard, putting your own safety on the line to decorate the tree. he lifts you by your waist so you can stand back up on the chair, hold lingering to catch you, just in case.

you place the topper snugly, and he offers his hand to you as you hop back down to the ground. you’re dusted with glitter and there’s a pine needle caught in your bangs, but you’re still as cute as ever in your big sweater and fluffy socks, smiling up at him. he brushes the stray piece out from your hair, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours. “did you do anything else dangerous today?” he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “like try to bake?”

you huff, pulling his hands away to go plug in the tree lights as he laughs, falling back against the soft cushions of the couch. “the fire was contained to the oven, it wasn’t even a big deal,” his smile falls off his face immediately, sitting up to look at you with big, panicked eyes. “i’m just kidding, keiji. nothing happened, i promise.”

he sighs, taking off his glasses and dropping his head to your shoulder as soon as you sit next to him. “you’re so funny today,” he says dryly, sneaking his hands under your sweater to rest against your back, melting when you rub his tense shoulders. “i missed you. all i could think about was coming back home to you.”

“i’m here now.” you mumble into the crown of his head, pressing a kiss to his hair as he snuggles into your neck. your nails scratch at the nape of his neck, and he greedily arches into your touch.

the smell of vanilla and pine in the air and the soft glow of christmas lights fill him with comfort, but not as much as your warm body next to him does. even if it had gone differently, your couch swapped for the uncomfortable waiting room chairs of the emergency room, it might’ve been okay. just as long as he still got to spend the evening with you.

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Day 10: Priest/Demon

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「Synopsis 」 : Castiel is a priest that has a bad habit of calling upon a certain incubus. It's becoming a pattern that it has the demon, Dean questioning what Cas does outside of the church. But the priest doesn't like sharing is outside life.

「Word count」 : 4.4K

-> Genre: Supernatural Smut

Paring: Demon!Dean Winchester and Priest!Castiel

[Warnings] :Smut/Degrading/hints of dubcon/Demon!Dean/Priest!Cas/Top!Dean/Bottom!Cas/Anal/Choking/Tongue Fucking/Man Handling/Size Kink/Biting/Sadism/Masochism/Blood/nsfw/READ WITH A HINT OF SALT

The symbols are a mess and the chalk breaks in half for the third time. Castiel breathes frantically as he draws the insignias in the circle. He needs to make this deal. It’s the only way to help him. He’s the only one in the church but hopefully not for long. Only the candles and lanterns are lit in the church to give light since the waxing moon outside isn’t giving much tonight.

Castiel is just glad this ritual doesn’t need any specific moon phase or a certain hour of the night or a certain person to do it. Because he knows for a sure that a priest like himself wouldn’t be able to make a lot of rituals for where he stands in the church. For this ritual though, anyone can do it because the demon will take any soul. They don’t care, they don’t meet any requirements to give out your wish, just your soul.

Now see, Castiel has worked his way around this. Never in the demon’s word do they say that they need your soul. Castiel still has the entirety of his soul intact and will keep it like this. He would like to go to heaven when he dies and not some demon’s pet. He knows what lies beyond. But would he ascend for the stuff he has done? Or would he be damned where all the demons and the devil lies in wait. They must find this one big joke, a priest dealing with them more than once.

He finally stands up and looks over his work. He walks over to one of the church chairs and picks up the small jar that has a small soul flittering around inside. Somewhat like a firefly. One would think that souls would be bigger and yes, they do pack a large amount of energy. The source itself is quite small. Doesn’t take much for a demon to go feral over.

Castiel places the jar in the middle of the circle and steps backwards until he’s out of it. He’s careful where he steps, not wanting to smudge the chalk. He begins speaking an old, forgotten language only known to living demons now. The chalk begins to glow a red, crackling and sparking like live wiring. The soul begins to frantically bump around in the jar. It knows what’s going on.

A hand reaches out from under the jar and grabs it, black fingers wrapping around it and dragging it into the ground. A chuckle comes from the spot in the circle and Castiel doesn’t let it sway him from his words. He keeps speaking, reciting the lines to allow the demon to cross over. The chalk bursts into flames and Castiel has to step back to not get burnt. The flames all lean and flicker towards the centre of the circle and the priest just hopes that no one calls the fire department. He’s had it done to him once before and it was an embarrassing thing that had happened.

Suddenly, in the centre of the flames rises the demon. The fire licks his structured body but it does not burn him. His light brown hair is short to his head and he doesn’t wear much. As the fire slowly dies down. Castiel is able to see the old scars that line the demon’s body. He’s finally able to stop his reciting and let the ritual finish itself. Let it stabilize so the demon can leave the circle without harm.

Pitch black eyes stare at the priest before they flicker over to more human eyes that are always the same sage green. A smirk comes across his face as he sees who has called upon him. He has dealt with this priest multiple times. He stopped asking a while ago where and how he got his souls. The priest said it was a secret, so the demon never pushed.

“Cas!” The demon calls out. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Dean,” the priest keeps it short.

Dean is a demon that makes deal. But he isn’t any type of crossroads or bargaining demon. He’s an incubus. One that makes deals for a soul. The deal made with something more than blood or a signature. And for some reason, Dean always finds himself in front of this particular priest.

“What do you need tonight?” Dean asks as he places his hands on his hips.

“I need you to erase all evidence of me in the police records,” the priest says with a little haste.

Dean raises his eyebrow at that and begins walking closer Cas. His thin tail flicks from behind him. It’s a cliché demon tail with an arrow like tip on the end. It’s a charcoal black, like the line that runs from his neck down the centre of his back to the tail.

“Oh, so someone has been a naughty boy again?” Dean tsks and lightly pinches Castiel’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “What do you do outside of being this priest?”

Castiel looks up Dean’s up and meets his eyes. “That’s for me to know,” he says a little too confidently that lean towards cocky.

That leads to the incubus to raise an eyebrow. “The answer is always the same, Cas. When will I get to know you?” He asks.

“Never,” the priest says bluntly. “This is strictly business.”

Dean doesn’t believe that. He looks the priest up and down, waiting for the punch line. There is none. He sighs and turns around, facing his back to Cas and he lets his tail feel up the priest from the crotch to his chin, flicking him on the nose. The priest stiffens up, blushing bright but never taking his eyes off the demon in front of him.

“If this is strictly business, then you could make this deal with any other incubus. But…” Dean says as he turns back around to the priest, “you always ask for me. I think this is a little more than business, Cas. Don’t you think?”

Dean gets real close to the priest now and sees the reddens that flushes his cheeks. It’s cute. Castiel looks away but it’s very hard when he is nose to nose with a demon. But the look is all Dean needs to tell him everything.

“So, you want me to get rid of all evidence of you in any of the laws hands?” Dean asks, his lips inches away from Castiel’s.

The priest looks back to Dean from under hooded eyes. He slowly brings his hands up to grab onto the demon’s arms. He’s warm. Almost burning to the touch.

“Yes,” Castiel breathes.

The demon’s hands come up Cas’s sides, sending a chill down his back. If Cas has to be honest, he would say he isn’t the best priest in town. All because the seal in the deal is something he always looks forward to. Or dealing with a literal demon would make him the worst priest. That would be a starter.

Dean backs Cas up with a hand on his chest until his calves hit the front pew chair. With a shove, Cas is pushed down onto the bench with a grunt. All without taking his eyes off the demon. Dean looks down at the priest with a sly grin, showing his fangs off.

“Someone has definitely been a bad boy then,” Dean chuckles lightly to himself.

The name goes straight to Cas’s crotch and he can’t help it. Outside of this Castiel wouldn’t let a single soul know what his true desires are. Not even when he has another in bed, he’s the one in charge. He has to be otherwise he won’t enjoy it. But then there’s Dean. A literal demon that has the priest’s knees turn to jelly every time he summons him.

“Come on,” Cas bites back.

Dean tsks at him with his brows furrowed. “No no, tonight isn’t going to go how you like, dearie. Tonight I want some answers from you if you like it or not,” the demon says playfully.

“What?” Is all Castiel is able to get out before Dean grabs him by the front of his shirt and lifts him up. He swings him around and pushes the priest back into the ritual circle. Castiel trips over his own feet and lands heavily on the floor with a grunt. His ass hurts now and he feels like he’s sprained his right wrist.

This is not what Castiel was expecting tonight. He needs his name wiped now otherwise police are going to be here by morning. He goes to stand up but Dean presses a foot to his throat and the back of his head hits the floor. Castiel grabs onto his leg and tries to lift it off of him but the demon doesn’t budge.

“Get off me,” the priest wheezes out through his teeth.

Dean only shakes his head, “I will when you tell me what kind of person you are. Every time I leave when we have one of our one night stands you always leave me with questions. Where you get your souls so you can keep your own and,” he bends down so he’s still pressing on Castiel’s neck but he can get right into his face, “why you seem to be on the run from the police every time we meet.”

Castiel tries to speak but his windpipe is currently being crushed so his words come out as little rasps and grunts. He hits the demon’s leg but yet again, Dean doesn’t budge. He can’t breathe properly and the grip he has on the demon’s leg starts to slip. Black dots start to come to his vision.

Dean all but watches as Castiel’s face becomes red. Before the priest blacks out, he takes the pressure off of his neck. Castiel takes a large inhale in, gripping on his leg tightly. He breathes deeply, getting air back into his lungs. His chest burns and he coughs and splutters.

“What the fuck!” Castiel snaps, his voice hoarse.

“I’m curious is all,” Dean replies.

The priest sighs a, “Fine.”

Dean doesn’t move from his spot, knowing damn well that this priest is going to do something if he lets up. He can see it in the dark blue eyes of his that he wants to buck and claw. As much as Dean wants to continue this deal his curiosity has gotten the best of him. This priest isn’t the goody two shoe he makes himself out to be.

“I punish the sinners of my church,” Castiel confesses.

It almost feels like he’s one of his victims in his confessing booth. Dean has heard of priests like this. He never thought that Castiel would be one of them. But now thinking about it he should have seen it coming.

“So, they confess to you their bad shit. You see it as a sin that can’t be forgiven and take it into your own hands, hmm?” Dean sums it out. “Am I right?”

Castiel stares up at him. “I’m committing an act of service for my lord.”

Dean rolls his eyes and takes his foot off the priest’s neck only to press it down onto Castiel’s crotch. He doesn’t step down hard but it’s enough for it to sting and Castiel to hiss. His hands come to grab at Dean again but he stops himself, balling his hands into fists and holding himself tense.

“I never took you for one of those priests,” Dean says with a smirk.

Cas looks up at him, trying to hold himself together but he pants lightly and a sheen of sweat is starting to form on his forehead. He’s hard and he knows Dean can feel it. He’s enjoying this rough housing a little too much for his own liking.

“I’m filled with surprises,” Castiel breathes out. “Now are we going to continue this deal?” He asks a little urgently.

Dean purses his lips and thinks for a moment. It would be a waste not to. He takes his foot off of the priest and takes a step back. The priest already looks a mess and he hasn’t even done anything to him yet. His hair a mess and his shirt sticking to him from the sweat.

“Take your clothes off,” Dean orders down to him.

All while looking up at the demon through his lashes, Castiel hooks his finger into his white collar and takes it off without hesitation. Without it, he looks like an average man in all black. He begins unbuttoning his shirt to reveal an average build. He isn’t built or anything but he’s got a v line that accents his hipbones. After chucking the shirt aside, Dean watches with hungry eyes as the priest begins shuffling off his dress pants. He shucks off his shoes and then he’s able to get his pants off properly.

Castiel is hard and his dick sits between his legs with an eagerness. He lays back on his elbows in the centre of the ritual, waiting for the incubus to make a move. Dean soaks up the sight a little longer before sinking down to Castiel on his hands and knees.

“You’re sloppy at your job. That’s why you’re always coming back here to get me to cover your ass,” Dean smirks into his lightly said words.

The priest’s face screws up. “Even though I told you about what I do doesn’t mean you need to bring it up,” he snaps.

Dean chuckles. “Oh, but I’ve learned something new about my favourite customer,” he smiles as he ventures down Castiel’s body, trailing his fingers down his belly. “It makes you all that much interesting.”

Castiel doesn’t comment on that as he’s too concentrated on the incubus hovering over his dick. But that’s all Dean does, he hovers. He doesn’t touch it or spit on it. He instead grabs the back of Castiel’s thighs and lifts his ass up into the air. It takes him by surprise and he has to plant his back fully on the ground so he’s not folded awkwardly in half and it doesn’t hurt his back.

“You know,” Dean says without taking his eyes off Cas’s ass. It makes the priest feel exposed and he knows the demon is going to talk more about this new found information he just found out. “Knowing you’re not this goody two shoes makes me like you more. I love me a bad boy,” he says.

Before Cas can reply he’s stopped by the sight of a long tongue flicking out of Dean’s mouth. Without a warning, he licks a long hot strip along the priest’s ass. He flinches at how hot and wet it is. The second long lick is a little less surprising than the last but it still has Castiel holding his breath the entire way. Then, Dean dives his tongue into his ass. It draws a shuddering breath out of Cas at the foreign feeling.

They’ve never done anything like this. He didn’t even know that Dean’s tongue could get so long. And it feels like it just keeps going and going as it thrusts into his ass. Dean licks and brings his tongue out to only go in a little bit further than before. It’s hot and wet and thick and Cas quickly finds that he really likes this. His dick is hard and twitch at every new sensation the demon is bringing to him. Dean grips onto his thighs tighter as he buries his nose into the priest’s balls to get that little further into him. He draws back, breathing in deeply before going back in.

Cas can’t help the whine the comes back him. He tries to hold onto something but there’s nothing around him but the ground he can claw at. He finds his eyes drifting up to the ceiling and he gets lost in the hot pleasure that Dean is giving him.

Dean pushes Castiel’s thighs more so that his knees are beside his face. The tongue is pulled all the way out and the priest releases a short exhales at the sudden loss of feeling full. Dean licks a long strip from his ass to his balls to his sensitive dick. A shiver runs down Castiel’s spine. The priest locks his hands behind his knees so that he has something to grab onto as Dean runs another hot strip from ass to dick. The tongue is shoved deep into Castiel’s ass once more making him flinch. He tongues his ass for a little longer, making sure the priest is ready and a panting mess. All Castiel can do is watch as the tongue disappears into him, feeling himself become hot from the wet appendage. He feels full now, but he knows how big Dean is. He knows what Dean is doing right now. The demon normally prepares him with just fingers and a little time. But Dean seems desperate to get him ready for his cock.

When the incubus is satisfied, he pulls his tongue out with a saliva string connecting them. Dean lets go of his thighs but Castiel holds onto his own legs. The demon removes his garments, chucking them to the side. He looks back down at the sight in front of him and can’t help but stare. Castiel is all his. He’s beautiful. Ready for him.

Dean lowers himself over the priest and presses his hip against Castiel’s ass. Castiel lets go of his legs and wraps them around the demon’s waist as he comes face to face Dean. Green eyes stare at plush lips. Dean wants to kiss him but he resists for a moment.

“Do you collect these souls to see me?” Dean asks with a smirk.

Castiel can’t help his face become redder than it is and he wants to looks away. Anywhere but the demon but he can’t look away. He can’t bring himself to.

“What if I do?” The priest asks with his own cockiness.

Dean pulls away slightly, his smile growing and fangs showing. “I’d be flattered,” he chuckles deeply. “But like I said, you’ve been a bad priest. You haven’t been following the acts of your lord, dear Cas. Someone has to punish you for the sins you’ve committed.”

The thought of punishment should waver this moment but it only makes the priest curious and interested. His eagerness must be readable because it brings another smirk to Dean’s face. He grabs onto Castiel’s waist and lines himself up. His cock is thicker than his tongue and Castiel knows from experience that it’s longer as well. And it does take a bit getting use to.

Pushing the head to Castiel’s hole, the priest’s breathing quickens. Dean takes notice but he doesn’t care as he pushes in rather quickly. The feeling is very different to the soft wet tongue. The sting doesn’t hurt, he’s felt far worse but it’s uncomfortable. Yet it grounding. He likes the sting. He likes the fullness that comes with every bit of himself that Dean pushes in. He thrusts in a little bit and comes out all the way only to come back down a little bit further.

Castiel finds himself whining with each thrust forward. He can’t help the noises that are forces from his throat. Dean concentrates on getting all of him into the priest, holding Castiel’s hips so tight that there’s going to be bruises there tomorrow. Castiel quickly gets lost in the pain that slowly brews in his gut, holding onto Dean’s shoulders for support.

There’s an inch that Dean can’t fit in and it frustrates him. He changes his angle slightly, moving forward so he can put his hands on the floor near Castiel’s head. With pushing forward he lifts Castiel’s hips into the air again so he can drive straight down into his ass. He pulls out and slams his hips down, pushing his entire length into the priest. Castiel feels like he’s just had the wind knocked out of him. His mouth is wide open and only a silent groan is heard as he exhales. He shakily inhales in, closing his eyes tightly at the painful throb emitting in his gut. Now, it’s getting a little much.

Dean stays still for a moment. Feeling Castiel clench around him. Feeling his warmth and listening to him squirm brings a sadistic feeling to him. His hands slithers around the priest’s throat and he holds it there, looking at those pretty blues staring back waiting for his next move. Then he starts squeezing.

Castiel grabs on his arms but doesn’t pull him away or tell him to stop. His face turns up into a grimace but that’s the only indication that Dean gets that he’s uncomfortable. Either Castiel trusts Dean not to snap his neck right now or he’s stupid. Either way it’s both. Dean squeezes a little harder as he pulls his dick out halfway. He watches the priest’s pained expression as he slams back in. Castiel breathes out of his mouth raggedly, a moan cut short as he isn’t getting enough air into his lungs.

Dean quickens his pace, slamming his dick down into the priest with determination. Castiel wheezes with each thrust but it’s getting very hard to breath as Dean keeps pushing down a little harder each time. He finally grabs onto the hands that are holding him in place as he feels himself become light headed. His head swirls as there’s so much happening through his body. Dean notices, coming out of his high and but only squeezes a little bit harder.

Castiel chokes, not being able to draw in breath. He begins panicking as his body goes into flight. But Dean takes his hands off his throat completely before the black dots dancing around the room become bigger. The relief that floods through his body at that first inhale is blissful. It’s very hard for the priest to catch his breath though when he has a demon hitting his prostate with every thrust.

“Dean,” Castiel chokes out, his voice boxed abused.

The demon tsks as he grabs the priest’s wrists and brings them above his head. Dean pushes in dick in further and almost folds Castiel in half again. He stays there for a moment, giving the priest the privilege to catch his breath. The mix of pain and pleasure that washes over Castiel creates a fogginess over his mind that is almost intoxicating. He lays there just taking Dean’s abuse, his half hard dick bobbing against his stomach.

He begins to phase out, drowning himself in the buzz that is slowly taking over his body. But it all changes when Dean comes down and bites hard at Castiel’s nape. This, this the priest reacts to badly. He flails and screams silently as he grabs onto the demon, trying to push him off as he can feel his fangs sink into his flesh. But Dean holds on, claws digging into his arms as he holds Castiel in place.

Dean lets go finally and licks at the bite mark. Without having to look, Castiel knows he’s bleeding. The entire time, Dean had not let up his pace on him. The demon chuckles darkly in his ear before pulling away from the panting priest. Castiel looks up to him through hooded eyes, suddenly not having the energy to do anything else. Blood covers the demon’s mouth and chin and all he does is lick it up.

“You taste sickly sweet, Cas,” Dean purrs out.

All the priest can respond with is a grunt and a groan. He can feel himself coming close but he’s right on the edge. He can’t tip over to seal the deal. He needs to finish it. But the fucking demon above him smile wickedly, knowing what Castiel wants, knowing what he won’t give him.

Dean wraps a hand around his cock, but he doesn’t stroke it gently or firmly. He squeezes the base roughly so that if Castiel does want to come, he can’t. This, this has Castiel breathing heavily, his heart beating loudly in his ears. Dean is going to lengthen this out the best he can.

But Castiel doesn’t have all night. He grabs onto Dean’s wrist and tries to pry it off. But the stubborn demon holds tight, snarling down at him.

“Let me finish this, Dean,” Castiel urges firmly.

“Why should I?” The demon hisses as blood drips from his chin.

“I won’t call upon you next time,” the priest bites back.

Dean’s movement faulters and his eyes widen slightly. A flicker of desperation crosses over the demon’s face. Something along the line of uncertainty. It all turns into a toothy scowl as he lowers himself down to Castiel’s face.

“And why shouldn’t I kill you now so there isn’t a next time?” Dean threatens lowly in his face.

“Because if you do, there won’t be a next time.”

Now Castiel’s seem to hit home. It strikes harder than Dean’s hollow threat. The priest knows far too well that this demon likes this way too much. Likes the idea of fucking a priest on holy ground because he can. Because a priest is letting him. A dirty priest let it be known. Dean finds that humorous and he wouldn’t give that up.

Because this is the best fun he’s had in eons.

He snarls and begins harshly stroking the priest’s dick to the timing of his thrusts. Now he’s on a mission. His head becomes bowed, his tail flicking aggressively behind him as he works Castiel.

And this, this has Castiel panting through his nose and biting his tongue to keep the grunts and groans from escaping his mouth. But Dean’s fingers come to his mouth, prying his jaw open so that all the priest can do his moan out loud. He holds onto Dean as he starts to come close again, his noises becoming louder and louder. It’s very hard not to when each and every time the demon pounds into him it’s straight into his prostate. It feels like his entire gut is on fire at this point.

When Castiel comes, it wracks his entire body. His vision goes black and spotty and his nerves feel like they’re fizzing out like a fire sparkler.

He comes back to Dean coming deep in ass with a growl. His claws dig into his thighs, holding him in his place. The sensation of being filled sends a shiver up Castiel’s spine as whatever cum was left in his dick comes out onto his stomach.

He’s a mess. But the deal is done.

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