#just saying that i feel like endless jokes like those wouldn't pass half as well if they were aimed at idk... traditional japanese clothing

[supercutszns]

Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo

Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this 🤡🤡🫶

true colours; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader

synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.

warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending

notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also i’m pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everything’s fairly accurate!🌈

You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky. 

This year, there were two. 

As a child of Iris you’re technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls. 

You’d probably move in there permanently if it weren’t for Hermes. Or rather, his son.

Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love. 

It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day. 

It used to bother you less. You’ve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. You’d basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen. 

Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility. 

Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. He’s spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sorts—admittedly a little ugly—but he’s never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him. 

Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. “You just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.”

(You came in fifteenth.)

You don’t want to say that it’s him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?

It’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellan’s endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away. 

“You alright there, sunshine?” 

He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile. 

“Yep,” you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know he’s saying it ironically.

You’ve always had a gift for identifying colour. It’s the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So you’ve memorized the way Luke’s eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when it’s hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but you’ve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabin—always with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up.  

The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip you’ve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you. 

Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes. 

“Hey, Castellan!” Someone calls. 

Luke’s head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. She’s all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and it’s obvious she knows it. You don’t know her name. But Luke does. 

They fall into conversation the second she arrives. It’s just greetings, pleasantries, but there’s a coy smile on the girl’s face that betrays any sense of disinterest. “Heard you’re not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?” Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Luke’s shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. “I’m sure you’ll have a better chance with us.”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Dunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.”

Just like that, you’re out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. They’re all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when you’re popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting it’s a challenge not to fall in love with him. 

So you can’t blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. It’s not like you’ve staked your claim on Luke—no one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know you’ll never stop someone from taking him first. It’s your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice. 

You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that it’s nobody’s fault but yours. These people can’t be doing this on purpose. It’s just who they are. It’s who you are—always a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your mother’s daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you. 

Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. He’s not nearly as captivating as Luke is—you don’t find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. There’s also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, “What the hell do you have on your face?”

It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. “Uh, what?” You stammer. 

Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. You’re pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.

Paint. It’s leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Luke’s cheeks in the sun. 

“Oh,” you say dumbly. It’s drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” without sounding too hurt. 

You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. “I thought it looked—”

He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. “Oh my Gods, you’re that Iris kid that’s always singing, right?” She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. There’s something in there you can’t quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. “You’re, like, really good!” The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh. 

“Oh, so good!” Another friend piles on. 

Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear. 

You don’t look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and you’re sure he’s enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Luke’s closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesn’t take. Now, it feels like you’ve dreamed it. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girl’s ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. He’s suffocatingly smug when he grins, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go … wash that off? You don’t want to look like that at dinner.” He snorts. “For an Iris kid, you really aren’t good at taking a message.” 

If you were a more confident person, maybe you’d point out how that didn’t really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and you’re weak enough as is. 

"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Luke’s skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink. 

You haven’t talked to him since. 

It’s been a few days of you avoiding him, and it’s hard to explain to anyone why you’ve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are … a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know there’s no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too. 

“Why haven’t you been talking to Luke?”

The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like you’re at camp and more like you’re in a fairytale. 

“Helloooo, lady, I asked you a question.”

You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like they’re a bunch of unsavoury substances. “It looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why aren’t you talking to Luke?”

“How do you know I’m not talking to him?” You mutter as Lee sits beside you. 

“Uh, because you’ve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you don’t sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other direction—”

“Lee!”

“I’m just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.” He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.

You don’t say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. “He waits for you, you know,” Lee continues, quieter. “In the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you don’t seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Luke’s ear. All her shades of beauty. You know it’s wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. You’re just … sad.

The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you don’t have to hear what you say next. 

“I think I love him, Lee.” And then, “But I don’t think he loves me.”

There’s no sound except the scraping of your brush when it’s run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“Oh,” Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin. 

“You want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?” He asks after a minute. “Or at least … come to the bonfire song?” 

“No to the first, yes to the second.”

You wish you said no to both. 

The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth can’t hide Luke’s gaze peering over the embers. 

He will not. Stop. Looking at you. 

The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight it’s just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.

Now you’re acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. There’s an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:

You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there. 

It’s dark, but you’ve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you don’t get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way. 

Luke, calling your name. 

At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, “Come on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?”

He’s got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks it’s practically in your ear. “Hey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.”

There’s something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you won’t have the strength to talk to him. 

His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You can’t meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear. 

“Look at me,” he repeats. “I just—I need to know what I did wrong.”

His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much you’ve missed studying his face—the slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that he’s missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks. 

“I’m not—”

“You are. I know you. Just tell me why.” 

He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it. 

“Do you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?” You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. “The thing, with the paint on my cheek—why didn’t you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!” 

His face falls. “I tried to tell you, I thought—”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like me, or that you’re embarrassed, or whatever, but I …” You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. “Everyone makes fun of me. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“Because I do like you,” he states, hand moving up to your forearm. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “You’re so much … better, you know you are, and I don’t want your pity, or your spare time. I just—I made something up in my head that wasn’t there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and I’m really, really sorry—”

“It looked cute. I was trying to say I didn’t tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.”

There’s a lull.

“What?” You blink stupidly. 

“I know I should’ve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didn’t think we’d run into anyone before then.” His cheeks tinge red. “I had this whole dumb thing planned out where I’d wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.”

His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, “Why?”

A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. “Why do you think?”

His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. “But the girl—”

“She tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,” he smiles fondly. “Told her you made it for me. It shut her up. I don’t know what that guy said to you but I chewed ‘em all out the second you left. They knew I wasn’t happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."

You don’t know what to say. It’s too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.

“I found the paintings,” he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. “The ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, there’s no one in the world that can make me look that … beautiful.” 

The last word is apprehensive but it’s spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think you’re dreaming. “I knew I had to tell you after that. I’ve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.”

“Tell me what?” It’s a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty. 

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He cocks his head, but you nod. “I’m in love with you, I think.”

The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you can’t seem to control what comes out. “Luke, are you joking?”

“Not even a little.”

“But you’ve got so many other—”

“I want you.”

“I am literally the most incompetent person alive; I can’t sing, I can’t talk to people, I have a weird knee—”

"Your knee is fine!"

"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it's—"

“Okay, clearly the telling thing isn’t working so I guess I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

It happens so quickly you don’t have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised “oh” before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. He’s gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panic—where should you put your hands? How do you know you’re doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in. 

He starts to smile against your lips. You’re almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think you’re going to evaporate. “I don’t think I’m very good at this,” you whisper.

“You’re perfect.” He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. “And none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, you’re definitely a better singer than me.”

Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. “Next time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.”

You blush harder than you ever have in your life. “Only if you try painting me,” you say quietly.

“Of course. You’re very pretty, so I’m sure my horrible artistic skills won’t even make you look bad.”

Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all it’s worth. 

In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.

When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.

She's given you two more rainbows.

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[lorkai]

⭐ Warning: This is the second part of Spells, but it can be read regardless of whether you've read the first part or not. Written in third person, crack-fic and fluff, contains DiaLuci and possible spelling errors.

Tagging: @beels-burger-babe ​ @lemonandlime22 (not that barb fic but I think you'll like this)

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"You’re crazy!" They exclaimed. The pungent potion sat on their table, still giving off a thin line of smoke and a strong cinnamon scent. But they decided to focus on the form of Solomon lying lazily on their bed, humming a song as he watched the newly created potion change color. "That's why Lucifer doesn't like you."

Solomon chuckled, propping his face up in his hand to look in their direction with a goofy grin on his face. "He doesn't appreciate my genius, obviously."

They rolled their eyes and with a chuckle added, "Of course, because cutting a baby in half and handing half to each woman was something a genius would do."

The sorcerer preferred to remain silent instead of answering, but they noticed how he hid a small smile as if to this day he found that idea funny. Solomon had a quirky sense of humor and sometimes they couldn't keep up with his dark jokes and stories like that. The scariest story he could tell you could be, without a doubt, his first attempt at cooking.

"Besides, you said imperius wasn't a viable option. And if anything happens, just order him to be quiet like a good puppy, Mc." The sorcerer spoke again softly, breathing heavily and eyes closing. He should have stayed up all night working like he always did when he had a goal in mind. 

They smiled. Ever since the fateful night the two humans tested Harry Potter's spells and wreaked havoc on the House of Lamentation, they've been forbidden to keep in touch. And even though weeks had passed, Lucifer still wouldn't let Mc be at the mercy of Solomon's dubious influences and he was no longer allowed to go to the House of Lamentation to gossip with Asmo or watch anime with Levi.

He couldn't even set foot inside the house without being thrown out by a strong spell. And soon Solomon took it as a personal affront. And, wanting to take revenge on the avatar of pride, he created a love potion and intended to make Lucifer drink it somehow, wanting to see the expression on his face when he confessed his love to his special someone.

But Lucifer seemed to underestimate human stubbornness, hence Solomon had found a loophole in his spell and was now enjoying Mc’s company.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't broken the roof and a bunch of pictures and furniture." They continued to mock the sorcerer, recounting how many spells he had cast as he ran through the halls laughing like crazy that day, slurring out every syllable as they got closer to the sorcerer. Until they sat on the bed and laid his head on their thighs. "But I can't say that the idea doesn't make me curious. And I know you needs me, so we'll make him drink this potion tomorrow morning."

"Why not today?" Solomon asked, lacing his hand with theirs and rubbing his thumb gently over their skin. It was a lovely habit he always had and it always made them smile.

"I know very well you haven't slept all day, Solly." They stroked his scalp gently as if to lull him to sleep. They watched as Solomon's eyelids fluttered shut and slowly opened as the other human struggled to stay awake for a few more minutes, loving the endless affection. "Then no, I won't let you neglect hours of sleep for a little revenge like that."

Solomon seemed to mumble something under his breath but finally he allowed his body and mind to rest, entering the world of dreams lying in their lap, feeling their fingers playing with the strands of his hair and the small kisses they left on his forehead. He loved those moments as much as he loved them.

...

The day started hot. Unbearably hot. It almost kept them from getting out of bed in the morning, but they had promised that they would help Solomon with his little revenge. So, almost resigned, they walked slowly through the RAD corridors towards the meeting room. They were carrying a tray with several cups of iced tea in their hands, Lucifer's tea already mixed with the love potion Solomon had brewed hours ago.

They doubt the avatar of pride wouldn't notice the subtle change in smell and taste. But maybe if he was concentrated enough by the matter that would be discussed today, then he really wouldn't suspect anything.

Asmo, whom Solomon had made promise to help with the plan, opened the door for them with a smirk on his rosy lips. He was simply ecstatic with the news that he would see Lucifer professing his love to someone and the avatar of lust had named several demons, among them Barbatos or Diavolo, who his older brother might like. He was almost betting on who would be the lucky person.

However, Asmo quickly got busy distributing the cups to his brothers while Mc served the royals and Lucifer with an innocent smile.

"Oh, Mc, good to see you." Diavolo said with his humorous laugh. "Could you tell everyone to be seated? We'll be starting in a few minutes."

They made a sound of agreement and walked away, asking everyone to sit down. But out of the corner of their eyes, Mc watched Lucifer drinking his tea and talking normally with Diavolo, sometimes laughing at something the prince said.

Suddenly they felt a hand on their shoulder, making them jump in fright. Solomon was grinning at them broadly, his features much more relaxed after a power nap and an amused smile growing on his lips as he watched the avatar of pride drink more and more of his tea. "It will take effect in a few seconds." he whispered.

And when they parted the Morningstar was walking towards Mc. Despite the restrained smile on his stoic face, he seemed to dislike their and Solomon's approach, almost fuming at the sight of them so close to each other.

" We're starting now," He murmured, one hand finding its way to their shoulder. "Sit next to me, Mc. We don't want distractions."

Solomon snorted. If anything, he should feel annoyed with the demon trying to get them to distance themselves when it went against the purpose of the exchange program. But he decided to just smirk and sit next to Asmo like he always did.

Lucifer pulled a chair beside him for Mc to sit and cleared his throat. He looked ready to say "You should choose best friends, Mc" and such, but Diavolo got up with several papers in hand and started reading all the important topics noted down.

In a few weeks, exchange students would be in charge of organizing an event in which beings from the three worlds could participate and have fun. The prince spoke excitedly about the event as if he could visualize everything right in front of him, but Mc paid more attention to Lucifer's red face and how he held the edge of the table, trying to contain the effects of the love potion he ingested.

Pretending not to know what was going on, they discreetly nudged him. "Are you okay? Your face is all red."

Lucifer muttered something so low they almost didn't hear him. He took a deep breath and then drank some more tea. "I'm fine, Mc." He said softly, tucking a messy lock of their hair behind their ear. "Pay attention to Diavolo."

The meeting proceeded at a slow pace. Sometimes they saw Lucifer squirm in his chair, sometimes he lowered his head and took a deep breath, until after half an hour he finally seemed to reach his limit and stood up. His chair skidding against the floor made an extremely loud and irritating noise, and silenced Simeon who was currently giving his opinion on the songs that could be played at the festival.

All eyes were on the Morningstar. But it was Mc he looked at.

The human looked away. Their hearts doing somersaults in their chests as they ironically prayed that they weren't the one Lucifer loved. He couldn't, not when they and Solomon were already dating - even though neither of them had told anyone, with the exception of Asmo who found out by accident.

However, the fear was unfounded. The avatar of pride cleared his throat again, adjusted his black gloves on his hands, and looked at Diavolo with great determination. "I need to confess something."

The prince, clearly confused by the interruption, frowned. He waved his hand to let his right arm know he was allowed to speak and exchanged a quick glance with his butler, equally astonished. None of them suspected anything.

Mc caught Solomon's eye and he was holding back from bursting out laughing, listening to whatever Asmo was saying with great interest. The other brothers also had no idea what the oldest was up to, but they didn't seem to care much.

"I love you, Diavolo."

Ah, always direct Lucifer.

His words reverberated far and wide. But no one really seemed to feel the weight of them until Mammon's eyes widened and he yelled in surprise, the news finally clicking through everyone's minds. And Mc could only laugh softly at the situation, I mean if he loved Diavolo and Diavolo loved him back then they were happy for those two.

"I knew it!" Asmo shouted excitedly. He celebrated in his chair, doing a victory dance and forcing Solomon to do the same.

The brothers started talking over each other, surprised by the sudden news. And despite the commotion and all the noise, Lucifer's expression remained serene, waiting for an answer, almost as if he was frozen in time and didn't realize it. And Mc didn't even know if the prince was still breathing after that confession, still looking at the morning star as if he was seeing it for the first time in his life.

"Does that mean Satan is heir to the throne if you and Lucifer get married?" Mammon asked. And the avatar of wrath narrowed its eyes at him, effectively silencing him.

"Mhm, that's so sudden" Admitted the prince, speechless. He walked over to Lucifer and touched his face affectionately, tracing the plump lines of his rosy cheeks and looking into his ruby eyes. "But I must say I feel the same way about you. I always have."

Another scream came from Asmo jumping with joy, his eyes were adept at noticing when someone had a crush or things like that. And several whispers went through the brothers about the sudden declaration of love, but none of them seemed to deduce that it was potion induced.

Lucifer smiled almost as softly as he did when he looked at Cerberus, his face all red at the confirmation that Diavolo loved him too. And the prince returned the look fondly. "The meeting is temporarily closed, see you next week. You are excused."

Mc got up. They wondered if they, too, had that passionate look on their faces when they looked at Solomon or when they were close to him, holding his hand or laying their head on his shoulder, covering them with his ridiculously long, warm cloak. Mc found they didn't mind if they had that goofy look on their face, as long as they still had their sorcerer on their side.

Outside the meeting room, they both burst out laughing, not caring what anyone else thought - for better or worse, no one would know it was all a prank. And at least now maybe Lucifer wouldn't pay so much attention to the two humans, he would spend more time with his beloved prince and leave them alone.

"Where are we going now?" Solomon asked, lacing his hand with his.

"Eat something and rest." MC muttered in a laugh. Behind them the brothers were coming out of the room one by one, each more surprised than the last by the revelation of the day.

"Sounds like a good plan to me."

⭐ A/N: Today is my birthday so I was in the mood to write something cute and silly with them, plus this fic has been sitting in my drafts for months. Heh, I hope you had as much fun with this as I did. Despite that, the ending was going to be different, Luci was going to declare himself to MC but aaaa angst on a day like this? I can't cry in front of my family lololol. Maybe I'll still write that ending if anyone is interested  

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lorkai oneshot

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Work you out (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.4K

In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.

Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn't take it anymore.

Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager's assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!

Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn't? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I've met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.

In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys' and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.

That's until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook's manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.  

Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.  

Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.  

Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.

From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.

Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.

Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren't supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.  

This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.  

Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following "Are you okay?" he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. "Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I'll be out in a minute." I exclaimed, as calm as I could. "It's been ten minutes. I can't continue unless you're there." He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.

With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. "As I said, I'll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up" I argued. But he didn't budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. "I don't feel like working out anymore" he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, "What is it that you want to do then?" I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, "You" he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.  

It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, "I've been thinking about this for so long" he confessed as he took my hoodie off. "Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you're wrong" he growled pointing at himself. "I can guarantee that once we're done here you definitely won't be able to look at me, ever." As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, "Oh baby, you smell delicious" and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.

He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.  

He loved food and I've watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I've ever been. "That's it baby, let go. Let go for me" he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.  

Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. "One more, please, come on baby, you can do it" he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn't register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared "Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime".  

He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said "Don't be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I'd like you to stick around". Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.  

#bts #bts fanfic #BTS jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts smut #idolau #bts imagines #jungkook oneshot #bts one shot #bts text #jungkook text

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Thank you for the request, @crossmix ❤❤❤❤❤

Lancelot

-Will make Kyle to check on her every hour.

-Yes, every hour. Until our poor doctor roll his eyes saying that Lancelot is being paranoid.

-"I'm not paranoid, I'm just worried. Alice is important to me, she is the light of my life, the flower to my-"

-"Save that speech for later when you serenade her will you? Now let me tend to other patients in peace!"

-He will be out from his uniform, so he can wet his sleeves to put the towel on her forehead, and MC find his furry cape on her to keep her warm.

-Lancelot.exe also couldn't be found in his office as he practically move his work to be in the bedroom so he can look after her all the time.

-Panicked Jonah: My King this is where you were 😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!

-Lancelot: Shhh... She is sleeping. Now report your tasks in whispers.

-Jonah and Edgar: *In whispers* Okay 👌.

Jonah

-He is the.. Panicked 101 and flustered boyfriend ever live.

-But he still want to show that he is a genius.

-Edgar: That's not how this.. "Fever Pads" work, Jonah.

-Jonah: Be quiet Edgar, I know what I'm doing!

-Kyle: No you are OBVIOUSLY NOT. Even though this item is not from our world, at least read the bloody instructions on the back! It just needs one fever pad. ONE. Putting all 10 pads like a layer cake won't suck out the heat faster like you assume!

-Meanwhile, MC: *Half asleep* Layer cake? Caaaake? Yaaaaaay \(+ w +)/~~~~ *K.O back to bed*

-Them: (　☉_⊙)...

-Jonah: Oh my poor, poor Alice 😭. I promise I will get you all the layer cake in cradle 😭😭😭😭😭!!!

-Crying mess.

-Most probably will go to Black Army and ask Luka for help. In snots and tears.

Edgar

-Just like Lancelot, he will do his work next to her. Despite having a room that has no separation between working table and the bed, he moved his table to be beside her.

-80% of the time will be with her. 20% is with works and tasks.

-If he have to train his people, he will only spend a good 15 minutes and passes the task to Zero, making an escape from it just to be with her.

-His face may show his usual smile, but every time MC coughs, it would be replaced with a genuine concern.

-Constant kisses on her forehead, silent pray that he'd rather get the sickness than her.

-But when MC said "I will be sad if you are sick too, Edgar.", then he quickly finish his work, just to be with her more and more.

-Ending up with sleeping next to her.

Zero

-" (´・ｪ・｀)......"

-"( ´･ω･)....."

-MC: I'm fine, really. You have been staring at me for almost an hour, Zero.

-"I'm worried."

-"I know,..But it doesn't mean you have to keep an eye on me all the time. This fever will go away soon. So don't worry okay?"

-Zero: *Dejected Face 101* ...Okay. *Goes out + peeks with (´・ｪ・｀) face again before completely go out.*

-He is worried, so, so worried that he is distracted, even when Edgar replaced his sword with a random object-- he didn't pay attention to it.

-Zero is practically the stoic type. Yet being his lover, MC could read his mind and expressions very well. He will hold her hand every time she's asleep, and ended up sleeping on the chair, resulting him to be the one who gets sick next.

Kyle

-Doctor mode all the way.

-He will let go of his love for beer and be with her 24/7, literally.

-But well. The way he checked on her temperature would be "Boyfriend" like.

-Forehead on forehead, feeding medicine through mouth to mouth, making MC's temperature to go up from the heat of... Blushing too much.

-"Can you just feed me normally??"

-"It helps you to sleep faster. Why not?" He smirked, taping her nose playfully.

-"Now now don't pout so much. You will be a red balloon you know?"

-*Kiss*

-"Ah, she fainted."

Ray

-Will tease her for being sick first, but after that he is the day and night walking surveillance.

-Despite teasing her for being a weak kiddo, his smile will instantly fade once she have fallen asleep, showing how worried he is but putting a strong facade at her.

-Constant kissing on forehead and a caress on her head with soft whispers of "Get well soon. I miss your adorable smile."

-Couldn't focus during training, and the army watch how he keep on looking back and forth from the window of her room.

-Pamper her by feeding her porridge (most probably will cook one without asking for Luka or Sirius's help)

-Ends up sleeping in his uniform beside her and woke up with a bad hair bed.

Sirius

-Always denies that he is not the mom.

-He IS. Especially when his lover is sick.

-"Wear this. No that is not thick enough, we need to keep you warm. And this as well. This one too. And this. Hmm? It's more than enough? Little lady, the weather is chilly we must keep you warm."

-Cue MC sighing to the thick jacket, scarf, socks and gloves as if winter is coming.

-Pat her to sleep, just like a mom will do, making it hard for her to sleep (because his handsome face is so near, that is why!)

-MC had to feign a sleep in order for him to go out from the room so she can secretly take off those wooly thicky fabric ahsheskdf OAO!

Fenrir

-Was very calm until MC's temperature went high.

-Almost consider to ask Oliver to make a gun where it makes someone's body to become healthy again.

-Oliver: Just relax will you? Kyle would ask if he is a joke as an existing doctor!

-Skipped training with his army for almost a week just to take care of her.

-He even clean his gun and bring all of his works to his room.

-MC, feeling guilty, have no choice but to ask him with "Fenrir, I can't sleep. There's something lurking under the bed, that's why--"

-Before she could finish her words, he already run out from the room, but come back again to bring her together with him.

-Attempt to stop him - Failed completely.

Luka

-Oh, endless pampering.

-From soup to porridge and any soft food, it is delicious that she wouldn't mind getting sick everyday.

-Luka: Please don't say it like that. I'm sad whenever you are sick, I just miss your beautiful smile, MC-.. MC?? What's wrong?? What? Angel?? What-- MC hang in there!! *Horrifying gasp when she fainted 😱😱😱😱😱*

-It's hard to stay awake, especially when he is being so sweet, letting her sleep on his chest for example-- oh! He is too sweet she could get cavities 😩!

-"Luka... I can't do that. What if you get sick?"

-"Much better than you getting sick instead, MC."

-And she fainted again.

Seth

-Panic 404 and an endless shrieking the moment MC fainted in the room, him checking her temperature, until he brings her to her chamber.

-Running frantically to get all preparations needed, causing ruckus despite being told to calm down by Sirius.

-Throughout the time she was sick, he will show the girly sisterly seth,

-But the moment he close the door, his real self popped up. "MC.. How are you? I'm sorry for not being able to notice that you were not feeling well."

-"No.. I'm sorry for being sick at this time. Just need to get those sweat off and I will be fine (♡´▽`♡)."

-He smirked. "I know a better method to do that."

-Fast forward, the very next day after using such "method", the black army is confused of why Seth is the one who caught the fever and MC is completely healed.

-Cough.

Harr

-He looks calm all the time, but he's NOT.

"(´・ｪ・｀)...." Another one that will sit beside her bed just to check on her every chances he got. Which is, after he feed her food and meds, after cooking for loki, after making magic crystals, after leaving his work to Dalim, after fishing some fish and etc.

-"Hmm? You don't have to worry about Magic Tower. I want to be here." .....After a moment of hesitation, he brings himself to kiss her forehead.

-Agshdgakskkff BLUSH when she smiled.

-"Harr.. I want to eat your delicious food once I'm all better."

-"Of course, MC. I promise you I will cook everything. Get well soon."

-He didn't break the promise though.

-MC's face to all, ALL the food on the table: (☉д⊙)

Oliver

-"What? You have a fever? Heh, what do I expect from a dimwit like you anyway?"

-Says the one who moved ALL his work to the bedroom. And drinks tea there. And have his meal there. Leaving Blanc all to himself with his carrot cake.

-Not the romantic type to caress her head when she's awake but do so when she's asleep.

-High on alert whenever she coughs, where he instantly move around the room to get a glass of water and change the cloth on her forehead.

-"Oliver.. I'm sorry to get in a way with your work."

-He smirks, leaning forward for a kiss, saying "Just get well soon, hmm?" before showering her with another series of kisses.

#ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution Lancelot #ikemen revolution jonah #ikemen revolution edgar #ikemen revolution kyle #ikemen revolution zero #ikemen revolution ray #ikemen revolution sirius #ikemen revolution seth #ikemen revolution luka #ikemen revolution fenrir #ikemen revolution harr #ikemen revolution oliver

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Gassy Lessons - Third class: Science

After all the shit he had been going through Jay needed to vent to someone, and since all his friends had graduated there was only one person at the school he could trust. Mr Watts had taught Jay science every year he spent at the school but where Jay really liked the teacher was in the science class he usually joined each year where he would always enjoy what the man had to say about science, and also happened to give Jay more time to look at his ass. While Jay always got on with the sexy scientist he thought I'd he admitted what has happened to him he might be able to make an influential friend to help him through the year.

So the day after the incident with Mr Johnson, Jay waited until after school finished to go and meet Watts in his classroom. As he expected his favourite teacher was there with his cute ginger hair styled into a pompadour and handsome face giving him a bright smile. It was nice to see a friendly teacher for once.

"I heard you wanted to see me Jay?"

Jay was invited to sit on the other side of the teacher's desk but at least he could still see his face and toned upper half, but he was hoping he would stand up at some point so he could see what was lower down.

"So what is it you came to see me about?"

Jay remembered why he was hear so he cleared his breath and explained his extraordinary experiences over the past few days making it as believable as possible and attempting to convince the teacher how bad it's been for him. And by the looks of it he was getting through to him, when he first mentioned farting the teacher looked shocked and then even angry at his descriptions of how bad they smelled. And when Watts heard that it wasn't just one teacher but two he looked even angrier. Once he was finished Jay was satisfied that he might be able to get some action out of the teacher to maybe help him.

"So you would say that these two men were very talented farters?" Watts asked meaningfully once Jay had finished.

"I wouldn't really call it a talent but they're certainly good at it." Jay replied snarkily.

"Now Jay you don't have to be rude I believe a proficiency in flatulence is a great talent and one I am willing to admit to having myself.

It took Jay a moment to realise what the teacher was saying "Wait are you saying you're a farter as well?!" Jay's heart began to pound.

"Yes Jay I guess you could say I am, and what upsets me is through what you've told me I am no longer the only one at this school, or at least the only one I've discovered..." Jay wasn't really expecting this reaction but for now he didn't feel too threatened at least, but he swore to himself that he wouldn't get gassed again. "It's one of my favourite things about human biology actually, such an efficient but powerful way to get rid of waste built up gas, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't take pride in my own. Through some of my own personal research I've even found ways to enhance my own gas, not like I need it if course."

Jay thought if he treated it like a joke he would be able to change the subject to getting some help for himself. "Hah wow sir you do seem to know you stuff about farting, but -" Jay got cut off by the sound of Watts chair screeching backwards by him standing up.

"Yes Jay, yes I do" The attractive teacher circles round his desk to Jay's side and leaned down on the desk sticking out his ass behind Jay and resting his face on his elbow right near Jay. He gave his student a mischievous but subtly sultry look "Would you like to try one?" The look was piercing and sexual but the implications were horrific, but Jay found himself paralyzed in his teacher's leer. Exhaling the man leaned up off the table and turned away from the boy but off course leaving his perfect ass lined up straight with Jays face, this was the closest Jay had been to it and it was so close he could touch it, he wanted to. "I'll take your silence as acceptance" But Jay was too distracted to understand what he said.

FRRAAAAAAARP

Point blank in Jay's face, it caught him off guard and almost blew his face back, and the stink was something new altogether.

"Ah it's been a while since I've done it in someone's face, how was it?" The man turned around after waving his hand behind his ass a little, he sat on his desk and tilted Jay's chin up to look at him.

"It reeked sir, please don't make me do this again." Jay hoped his begging would get some sympathy but it seemed the scientist only heard what he wanted to.

"Ah good I've still got my signature stink!" He grinned as he let Jay go and hopped off the desk and went to fumble around in his bag and desk eventually pulling out a flask, a clipboard and some plastic lab goggles. "Now Jay how about you and I do a little experiment?"

"What do you mean?" Jay was getting even more worried now, one fart was enough, it was only one but the smell was still stuck in his nose.

"Now Jay for certain experiments like this one it's best that the subject remains unaware" Jay was ready to leave but unfortunately for him Mr Watts noticed and was obviously not making leaving an option. Quickly the man bolted over to Jay and sat on his lap. Jay was of course shocked, such intimate contact got him excited but he was not going to get hard right now, he had to escape.

Squirming under the man's plump ass he tried "Come on Mr Watts isn't this some kind of scientific ethical violation or something?" But Mr Watts just pushed himself down harder as looked back.

"Sorry Jay but with a chance this good and such a unique subject so personal to my skillset, some ethics can be passed." Jay just decided he would brace himself, there was obviously no escape the toned man was stronger than him, he thought that he might be able to at least try and enjoy the teachers ass on him but not too much he wasn't going to risk poking the teacher with anything. After slapping on his goggles Watts began chugging the flask, Jay couldn't tell what it was but it sounded thick and it seemed like his teacher was enjoying it. When the teacher was finished he made a noise of satisfaction and stifled a belch, throwing the flask to the ground Jay did get a look at the bottom of it before it rolled away, written on a label on the bottom it said '10 to 12 minutes' Jay guessed what this meant but he didn't want to think about it.

"Okay then Jay let's begin the experiment shall we, bombs away!"

PRAAAAAAAAARP

PRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAFT

FFFFFRRAPPPP

It seemed like an endless vibrated barrage against Jay's lap and crotch and it wasn't helped by the teacher rubbing in his ass and seemingly moaning with pleasure at letting them out. And even though it wasn't aimed at his face the stench certainly got there with a wave of rotten fecal stench reaching his nose making him gag and cough into his teacher's back.

After a few minutes the teacher stopped and looked back sighing in exasperation and relief. "Now Jay how would you compare this to the flatus of your other two teachers?" Jay understood now and realised why this was all his fault, he had made the scientist jealous, farting was obviously his territory and he wanted to be it's champion, if only he hadn't told him.

"I don't know sir I can't remember" This obviously wasn't what he wanted to hear, he made an annoyed huff, the man was wanting results obviously holding his pen up to his clipboard expectantly. "Okay Jay perhaps this will jog your memory?" He pushed his pen down the back of his trousers and from what Jay could tell from behind him right in between his ass cheeks the man made a deep sigh and the sound of a deep muffled rumble. After a few seconds it stopped but that was enough to scare Jay, when the mad teacher brandished the pen like a sword from its scabbard Jay felt like he could see the stench radiating off of it. He tried to buck his head away as Watts raised it to Jay's head but he knew he was in control here as he used his free hand to grab Jay by the hair holding him in place as he thrust it right up to his nose and with some spare fingers he shoved them into Jay's mouth blocking it as a way of breathing.

"Now Jay take a deep breath, I want you to get all of my stink..." And Jay had to taking a breathe through his nose pushed him over the edge, the smell was like a characteristic fart smell but tenfold making him wretch at the fumes invading his brain. He was going to pass out but his teacher wouldn't let him off that easy slapping him sharply on the cheek jolting the life back into the stink soaked student. "Come on Jay don't be so weak it's just a bit of gas isn't it, now tell me is it worse than those other two?"

Tired of it all, Jay was at least happy he didn't have to lie "It's the worst fart I've ever smelt, you win sir." The teacher got up and sat on his desk facing Jay he leaned back and smiled, he put down his clipboard, he had obviously didn't need it anymore.

"You don't know how happy it makes me to hear that Jay, but then again I know you can vouch for me in saying that I never should have doubted my own brew." To punctuate this he learnt to his side and let out a short burst against the desk making a loud echoing sound.

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He playfully wafted it at Jay who choked on it quickly and gave his torturer a defeated look. He had given up on escape.

"What can I say I take pride in my gas as I think all men should, even you Jay, but make sure you always remember who the master is" he was cocky but something about it excited Jay about how sensual it made the man seem.

Before the teacher could brag anymore his stomach let out a stark groaning rumble, the man checked his watch and grinned. "Now Jay we're starting phase two of today's experiment, I hope you remember earlier my remarks about my research on enhancing gassiness, well what I drunk earlier was the latest fruit of my research, a new concoction made to improve all elements of flatulence, and from my tests on my now ex-boyfriend I can assure you it works. Gulping this information had a mixed effect on Jay, while he was now saying prayers in memory of his nose, he had at least confirmation that this insane gassy scientist was at least gay, to be honest he probably should have worked it out already.

The man stood up and began pulling off his belt. "Now as the creator of this drink I know how it's results are best enjoyed" he turned around once again giving the student an amazing view. "and I believe that lets just say it's best consumed raw." and with that he pulled down his trousers as well as his underwear and let his round shapely ass pour out showing itself in all its stinking glory to Jay. The boy should have been terrified which he was, but the ass was beautiful with its light coating off hair and deep dark crack the inner pervert in Jay was delighted and obviously had given up on hiding itself. Practically drooling over the gassy man's behind Jay had gotten very obviously hard which made his teacher chuckle "Ah Jay I see that your proving one of my theories about you down there." But with all Jay had been through he was beyond caring.

Wanting to take back some control Jay stood up and thrust himself upon the teacher from the back side with his still contained boner going against the crack of his dreams, at least it wasn't in his face. "Bold choice Jay, but prepare to face the smelly consequences."

FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPTTTTT

The gust of wretched winds jetted against Jay's cock creating an unbelievable sensation massaging but attacking it, and just because it wasn't point blank doesn't mean that this enhanced fart didn't pack a punch making Jay wretch into the teacher's back which he had now grabbed onto in fear of being blown away by his putrid stench. Unlike the other ones it kept going, the teacher laughing like the mad scientist he was at the massive fart he was letting out.

Both Jay's dick and nose were at breaking point, but only the former actually gave in with Jay spurting while still fully clothed. His knees buckles and as Watts fart began to peter out Jay fell to his knees but either fortunately or unfortunately for him this meant that his head was resting right in the dirty crack of his science teacher.

"I'm not sure if I should call that a brave move or not Jay but I will say that it took balls." He giggled as he saw the wet patch on Jay's trousers "and it seems like I certainly emptied yours, guess your some sort of fetishist because you sure as hell aren't the only one." And after that fart Jay wasn't even sure what to think of himself anymore. All he could do was smile weakly and enjoy being close to such a hot ass.

"However you're really in the firing line there Jay and as a man of science I should really warm you against being so close to a source of toxicity but I guess you've got me feeling rebellious."

Jay felt the cheeks part as the man widened his crack with his hands letting Jay get a closer smell of his ass musk but also lining him straight up with his hole.

"I've been looking for a lab partner for a while actually for some more extra curricular research and I've grown a certain fondness for you as well as the stench endurance of your nose, so let's just say this is the end of your interview for the position as well as the last part of my experiment." he put on hand on the back of the boys head as he pushed him into his crack even deeper "And anyways I can tell by the state and the stink of you that this will end you, so if you survive this I'll see you on the other side..."

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Jay felt like the vile stench embodied him from the nose first rumbling around him like an earth quake. The fart was so powerful it was like a whole body experience of pure masculine stink. And Watts' hypothesis was correct as the fart covered student world went dark.

When he woke up in the class alone he couldn't guarantee he was alive feeling numb and groggy but he was sure as hell he couldn't deny what happened with the stink of flatulence still hanging distinct in the air around him. The sun was setting Jay hurried to grab his bag to get out of school since it must have closed hours ago, he noticed his planner on top of his bag with the page open on his schedule. After school three days a week had been penned in neatly 'Fart practice'. Whatever it was Jay knew this year was going to stink.

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