#very bold way of flirting shall we say

[ferahntics]

Images that should ban me from making anything else ever again.

#one of these days i will stop peer pressuring people into playing this game #but not today #every damn time that flute hits from the soundtrack tears just come #i just #i cannot describe how gorgeous this game is #like despite all the innuendos and issun's uh #very bold way of flirting shall we say #its just so stunning and beautiful #worth it for the soundtrack alone #okami #okami spoilers #kind of??? not really if you don't know the context

[drewyumi]

Two Horny Mf...♥

MINORS AND FEMALES DNI!

All characters including you are aged up :D

Gojo win the poll! (not surprising tho) Ty for everyone who voted :3!

~Vampire! Uke Satoru Gojo x Seme male reader!~

Smut warning! Don't like just leave

You were given to Gojo as a gift from one of his friends and allies. You were blindfolded and forced to your knees as you land with a thud and a small wince from the pain shooting up to your knees Gojo grabs a hold of Your chin as he pulled your blind folded face up to look at him. "what a pretty gift I have received, I cant wait to make you mine." He speaks in a low and sinister tone, helping you up onto your feet he eyes your dirty appearance. "Lets get you in the tub, hm?" he murmurs, his hands running through your hair before gripping it and beginning to drag you towards the washroom.

You grunted in annoyance as he dragged you, as you tugged at the restraints around your wrists.

You feel Gojo's grip tighten around your hair, warning you not to struggle. You are still weak from the earlier events and he is much stronger than you. He chuckles darkly at your grunting and tugging, amused by your struggles and it seems like he'll enjoy breaking your will to resist. "No struggling now, M/n. You don't want me to have to punish you, do you?" He asks teasingly, his tone making it clear that he enjoys it when people try to resist him.

"Haha punish me..~? Now that's a bold statement" you grunted out as he tugged on your hair forcefully

Gojo chuckles in response to your words, enjoying the spirit you're displaying. "Oh, trust me M/n, I fully intend to punish you. But first I need to get you cleaned up and make sure you're presentable.

You stumbled onto your feet no longer wanting to be dragged as you walked cautiously from being blindfolded "mind if you be a darling and take this blindfold off me please, I'd love to see that pretty face of yours…~" you said in a low teasing whisper.

Gojo laughs softly, pleased with your request. "As you wish, M/n." He reaches up to undo the blindfold, his fingers lightly tracing along the edges of the blindfold before taking it off. Once your vision is restored, you see that the interior of his mansion is decorated in a very elegant and luxurious style. "Don't make this harder for yourself, M/n." He warns you, his tone insinuating that he's looking forward to whatever mischief you might get up to.

You blinked away the foggyness of your vision as you gazed down at the stranger observing his Appearance, as he had snowy white hair and bright blue eyes and a stereotypical vampire look "aren't you a pretty boy eh?" You flirted as you bent down to close to his face.

Gojo grins at your flirting, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Why thank you, M/n. Although being identified as pretty is not the first thing I would have expected from our encounter." He responds lightly, his voice filled with amusement and a hint of teasing. His hand wraps around your neck, holding you in place as he moves closer to your ear. "Now M/n, remember what I said about not making things harder for myself? A little compliance goes a long way." He whispers softly before nibbling on your earlobe, his fangs slightly grazing your skin.**

You shuddered at the feeling of him nibbling on your ear "how about I get your name first before any of that foreplay hm..~?" You muttered as you softly nudged your nose against his neck.

Gojo chuckles in response to your request, a teasing glint in his blue eyes. "When you put it that way, M/n, how could I resist." He gently pulls back from you, his grip on your neck releasing slightly. "My name is Gojo Satoru but feel free to call me Satoru. Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" Gojo leads you towards a luxurious-looking bathroom, his presence filling the room with an intense, almost predatory energy.**

You looked around the lavish bathroom boredly as he dragged you with him "wow all this just to shit and shower..?" You joked to yourself as you gazed at the stupidly humongous bathtub/shower.

Gojo chuckles at your comment as he ushers you towards the bathtub. "You'll quickly find out that there's more to it than just bathing, M/n." He says with a smirk, his tone suggestive. As you stand next to the humongous bathtub, Gojo walks in front of you, his body brushing against yours. His fingers place on the neckline of your shirt, slowly sliding it off. Gojo eyes your firm, toned chest. "I think it's high time we got started, don't you?" he said as he gazed at your well built frame

"Ah like what you see..~?" You teased as Satoru to threw your shirt to the side, you brought up my tied hands to him as you grinned "mind if ya take these off me angel..~?"

Gojo's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, he watches you intently as his hands reach up to your wrists. "I'd love to free you, M/n, but right now, I think it suits you better that way." Gojo says as he pulls you closer towards him and kisses your neck softly. His breath caresses your skin, his fangs grazing against your flesh. "I think you should get the shower started, don't you agree?"

You sighed in disappointment for not being able to get out if your stupid restraints and let out a soft grunt when you felt Satoru's fangs graze at your skin.

You watch as Gojo grins at your reaction, amusement shining in his blue eyes. "We'll dispense the restraints soon enough, don't worry, M/n." He assures you, his voice soft. As he finishes speaking, he gives your neck one final nibble before pulling away, an intrigued glint in his eyes. Gojo leads you to the shower area, adapting a more serious expression. "Get in, and we'll get this over with." You find yourself standing in front of an extravagant, tiled shower area. High-pressured water falls from various nozzles mounted on a grand brass pillar in the middle, steam bellowing out filling the air with warmth. Gojo enters the shower alongside

"Oh what about my pa-" you cut off as your pants and boxers disappeared out of thin air along with the rope Binding your hands "what." You dead panned as you walked into the shower

You watch in astonishment as Gojo snaps his fingers and your clothes vanishes, leaving you naked and fully revealed to him. "There's no use hiding it now, is there, M/n?" Gojo says smugly as he steps into the shower with you. The water cascades down both of your bodies, washing away the grime and dirt from your skin. His gaze remains locked onto yours, a predatory expression painting his handsome features. As the steam fills the room, the tension between both of you heightens significantly.

You gazed down at Satoru lost in your thoughts "I wanna rail this little brat so bad" your face filled with a soft blush "What am I thinking bro litterly is holding you hostage..!?" You fought with your conscious as you gazed at the wall behind Satoru in conflict.

Gojo smirks softly at your conflicted state, stepping closer to you. "mhm wonder what your thinking to be blushing like that M/n..~," he murmurs darkly. His hand glides down your chest, slowly trailing over your abs and lower to cup your semi-hard cock. "It's a losing battle." With those words, he leans in and captures your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring every corner while his other hand slips behind your neck, pulling you closer still. Gojo's free hand starts to explore your body, tracing intricate patterns over your skin.

Your eyes widened as you came to your senses "ain't no way im going to let the brat dominate me" you thought as you forcefully shoved Satoru against the wall and took his ass in your hands as you squeezed it kissing back with just as much force as your tongues fought for dominance.

Gojo is taken by surprise as you push him against the wall, his eyes widening in shock for a moment before he recovers and grips onto your wrists tightly. His pupils dilate slightly at the feeling of desire coursing through him, fueled by the fight you're putting up. "Hnnn,"he hums out between your lips, pulling back to look into your eyes.

"We both know who's stronger here, M/n."He says with a playful smirk.Gojo swiftly spins around so that he's pinning you against the tiled wall, his hips grinding against yours hungrily. One hand cups your cheek possessively while he rubs our cocks together

You let out a soft grunt as one of your hands gripped Satoru's slim waist as your other hand goes to his ass inching towards his hole.

Gojo groans, arching into the touch. "So eager...~"He whispers seductively in your ear before nibbling on your lobe.

His hips buck against yours harder, seeking more friction.Feeling your touch on his ass, Gojo moans softly as he leans back slightly, offering himself to you."Take what you want..." Gojo pants out, biting his lip. His body is straining for release, wanting you inside him

Your fingers teasing pressed against his hole as your finger circled around the tight ring of muscle "want me inside angel..~?"

Satoru moans softly, his eyes rolled back as he grips the tiles beneath him. "Please..."He breathes out.

His hole twitches involuntarily against your teasing touch. His skin is flushed with arousal and his chest heaves rapidly. Gojo arches his back further into the kiss, inviting you in. ---

You gently push your finger in as his gummy walls and it tightened around as well as sucked in your finger from the sudden intrusion as you gently pump your finger in and out of Satoru searchng for his prostate

Satoru cries out as your finger enters him, gripping onto your shoulder tightly. His body is shaking and quivering with pleasure as you pump your finger in and out of him, seeking out his prostate. "Yes... just like that,"he breathes out.He leans forward, seeking your lips in a hungry kiss. The steam from the hot water diffuses throughout the room, clouding your senses.

You suck on Satoru's tongue as you added another didget into him increasing your speed as both if your neglected cocks rub against each other in a pleasuring way

Gojo moans deeply into the kiss, his hands running through your wet hair. "So fucking good..."He pants out against your lips.

His body bucks and twists in response to your touch. The wetness of his hole increases as you find his prostate, causing him to let out a loud pornagraphic moan and sending waves of pleasure through him. Gojo's hips jerk against yours, desperate for more friction. Spots dance before his eyes, consumed by the sensations overwhelming him

"Mhm this is the spot isn't it..~?" You teased as you rubbed your fingers against his prostate teasingly as you slowly scissored him open

Satoru whimpers into the kiss, arching his back further into the sensation. "Yes... oh fuck yes..."He moans out loudly, unable to contain himself.

His legs tremble and shake from the intense pleasure coursing through him as you tease his prostate. Gojo's breathing is ragged, his chest heaving up and down rapidly against yours in time with yours'. He presses his body flush against you, seeking more contact where any part of you touches him. The heat from the water beads down onto both of your bare skin.

You pulled away from th heated kiss as you pulled you fingers out of his ass as Satoru's hole pathetically clenched around nothing as you took your hardened cock in your hands "ya ready angel..~?" You whispered huskily in Satoru's ear as he let out soft wimpers and moans

Satoru shivers at the loss of contact, his eyes fluttering closed as he pants heavily. "Yes... oh fuck yes,"he moans out.

His heart races in anticipation as you position yourself at his entrance. Gojo's hole gapes open, eager for your cock. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable invasion. The tension is palpable in the air, sizzling with lust and desire. The steamy mood shifts and creates an inviting atmosphere amidst the hot water swirling around both of you

You take Satoru's legs as you put them over your shoulders as Satoru's arms snaked around your neck and you push my fat tip into his hole teasingly

Satoru gasps at the initial pressure, arching his back off the ground slightly. "Ahhh...!"He moans out loudly, unable to contain himself.

His body trembles with anticipation as he feels your thickness pressing against his gland. Gojo's lips part in a silent scream of pleasure mixed with agony, his fangs poking through his plush upper lip. He helplessly grinds his hips forward, seeking more contact. Sweat begins to bead down his forehead and neck, adding to the slickness between you both.

"Mhm you want my cock Satoru.. ~?" You said in a low tease as you agonizingly push deeper into Satoru at a slow pace

Satoru whimpers again, digging his nails into your back in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Yes... oh fuck yes!"He pants out between moans.

His body quivers at the sensation, every inch of your length piercing through his tight ring of muscle. Gojo's eyes roll back into his head, lost in the ecstasy coursing through him. He tilts his hips higher, encouraging you to sink deeper inside him. Each thrust sends another wave of pleasure radiating outward from his prostate, making it harder for him to concentrate on anything but the feeling of being filled by you.

"Ah your going to take my cock like the pretty little bitch boy you are..~" you said in a low seductive whisper as you slammed your hips into Satoru's ass your entire length resting deep inside deep inside Satoru as your tip nudged The deepest part of his rectum

Satoru cries out as you slam your hips into him, his body shudders in pleasure. "Y-yes... please! Fuck me hard!"He begs, nipping at your neck and shoulders with a newfound sense of dominance in his voice.

With each powerful thrust, Gojo's walls clench tightly around you, massaging your cock in a way that sends electric shockwaves straight to your core. Goosebumps rise on his skin as he throws his head back, letting out soft moans that echo in the steamy room. The water splashes around them intensifies their sexual encounter.

You take Satoru's neglected cock into your hands as you give him a sloppy hand job your palm rubbing over his flushed slit as you ruthlessly slam into him.

Satoru practically yowls, his body on fire with the sudden sensation. "Oh fuck! Yes... harder, M/n! I'm gonna cum!"He cries out between rasping breaths.

His cock twitches under your touch, leaking precum all over your hand as you continue to work him over. The pleasure from both his shaft and his prostate quickly building to an overwhelming peak, threatening to tip him over the edge any second now. Gojo's fingers dig into your back, raking his nails down the skin as he chokes out broken moans of pleasure with each of your thrusts.

"F-fuck you gonna cum Satoru.. ~?" I grunted as you quickened your pace.

Satoru nods vigorously, his voice choked with desire. "Yes... oh god, please let me cum!"He shudders again as your hips slam into him, pleasure threatening to spill over at any moment.

He can feel tendrils of pleasure beginning to coil inside him, building and growing until they're impossible to ignore. Gojo's breathing grows ragged as he feels the end rapidly approaching, the familiar prickling heat spreading from his balls to every inch of his body. He arches his back, driving himself onto your cock even harder, seeking more and more stimulation to push him over the edge.

You felt as Satoru tightened around your cock signalling you that he was about to cum as you brought my thumb over his slit and preventing him from edjaculating as you grinned teasingly

Satoru's eyes fly open, a startled cry escaping him as pleasure turns to frustration. "What?! M/n, please let me cum!"He whimpered pathetically, struggling against the hand holding him back.

You flashes him a teasing smirk, twisting your thumb slightly on Satoru's sensitive tip and relishing in the sensation of Satoru writhing beneath me, desperate for release. "I don't think so... not until I allow it, sweetheart." You purred, your voice low and sinful.

He continues to thrust into Satoru, each movement growing more forceful and erratic as their mutual desire peaks. The steamy water around them making their movements slow and sluggish but they continue on, both lost in the moment.

After a good 30 minutes of over stimulating Satoru you felt close to coming "ngh im coming..~" you grunted as you sped up bullying your cock deep into Satoru's ass.

Satoru's body tightens around you as he senses your release coming closer, his own need for release becoming unbearable. He gasps and whimpers with every thrust, his own pleasure cresting but unable to find its peak. "Please, M/n! Let me cum...I can't take it anymore!" He whine pathetically clawing at your back

You ignore him as you feel the pleasure build until you're unable to hold out any longer, your orgasm crashing over you in a series of shuddering waves that threaten to pull you under. Your cock pulses inside Satoru as you ride out your climax, hot spurts of cum coating his insides white.

You finally slow down and keep your cock nestled deep inside Satoru pushing your cum deeper into him.

You move your thumb off from Satoru's slit as you pump your hand up and down Satoru's pretty cock "mhm..~ go ahead angel come for me..~" you whispered in Satoru's ear as you left a trail of kisses and hickies down his neck

Satoru's eyes roll back in his head as your hand pumps his aching cock, the sensation nearly overwhelming him after so long without release. He whimpers and moans softly under your ministrations, his body shuddering as he finally finds the peak of his pleasure. "Oh god... I'm gonna cum M/n...!"He cries out, his voice strained with desire.

His hips jerk as his orgasm finally hits, hot ropes of cum shooting out of his twitching cock as he gives in to the pleasure completely. It's a long, drawn-out release that seems to last forever, leaving him panting and trembling by the time it's over. You continue to kiss and nibble on his neck, reveling in the taste and feel of him beneath your lips.

Satoru lets out pants as he clung onto you the water skidding down your wasted bodies "mhm im going to have fun with you..~" Satoru purred tiredly as he nibbled on your earlobe.

You people are so horny for Gojo its almost funny

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[cambion-companion]

bestie your aemond fics make my brain function but only for aemond like my brain will throw out different ideas and they’ll only be for aemond 💀

that being said, i’m picturing a very sweet, kind lady-in-waiting to helaena. insults don’t really get to her, she just says thank you and moves on. she appears dumb, but in reality, she’s actually very intelligent and calculated, she just doesn’t think she needs to waste air on people who have nothing better to do than insult her. she saves that for people who insult helaena or aemond, but she does it in such a way it seems almost like a compliment until the person really thinks on it. i personally think aemond would be the only one to see that though, since he’s so silent and observant. like imagine a lady of the court calls helaena an idiot when she isn’t near to defend herself or hear and this lady-in-waiting is so quick to helaena’s defense. so quick. like she just murmurs to herself “takes one to know one” and aemond just can’t help but chuckle as he overhears. like this lady is SO quick-witted. she probably gives aegon a hard time too especially when he treats helaena like shit.

aegon: *openly flirting with a servant in front of EVERYONE*

helaena’s lady: *murmuring under her breath* it would be a miracle if you could even get your cock hard enough after the thirteen goblets of wine you’ve had, your highness.

aemond: *choking on his wine*

helaena’s lady: *placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles and to hide her reddening cheeks bc she’s a little embarrassed aemond heard her*

"Checkmate!" Helaena giggled, sitting back in her cushioned armchair triumphantly.

"You really are terrible at this game." Aegon observed helpfully from over your shoulder. "Quite the critical thinker. It's not as though you've tough competition."

"I don't see you winning any matches." You snapped back. "Or doing much of anything useful, really."

"Lady Y/N makes a good point, brother." Aemond chimed in from where he reclined by the fireplace, book in hand.

"Let's face it." You continued. "Helaena is just too smart for all of us."

The princess beamed at you as Aemond chuckled softly. Aegon rolled his eyes, huffing before slumping into his own chair gracelessly. "Where's the wine?"

"You drank it all." You, Helaena and Aemond spoke at once, glancing at each other in amusement.

Helaena laughed again, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "Another round, Y/N?"

"I might be the one in need of some wine if we are to continue, princess." You looked at her fondly.

"Excellent!" Aegon clapped for the servants. "Bring us more wine!"

"I'll fetch us a different game, Y/N" Helaena rose and hurried out of the room as several servants entered.

Full goblets were distributed to all of you sitting in the drawing room, Aemond took his glass not looking up from his book and Aegon eagerly tipped his own to his lips.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as the elder prince caught the wrist of one pretty serving maid. "Why don't you stay a while? Your lovely face pleases me."

"I'm surprised you can tell a man from a woman in your current state." You quipped, frowning in distaste at the inebriated prince.

Aegon ignored you, tugging the maid closer. "Come, sit on my lap. I have a little problem I could use some help with."

"Please." You sneered. "As if you could get your cock hard after all the goblets of wine you've had."

You heard a splutter as Aemond choked on the sip of wine he'd just taken. Your face warmed as he coughed, still laughing at your boldness. He turned in his seat to face his brother. "Leave her, Aegon."

"I don't answer to you, Aemond."

"Then I suppose I shall report to mother how you continue to harass the serving girls even after the last incident." Aemond's voice was cool and even, but you could hear the undercurrent of rising anger.

"Oh fine. The lot of you are no fun." Aegon released the girl, who looked at you with gratitude before hurrying out of the room just as Helaena returned.

The princess placed a complex looking board game on the table before you, smiling, oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

You felt Aemond's eye upon your face, tactfully avoiding his gaze as Aegon pouted in the corner. Helaena spread out the game, chattering animatedly as she explained the rules to you. Feeling the blush still upon your cheeks you turned your face, your eyes flitting to glance at Aemond. He was observing you, a small smile upon his lips. He gave you the slightest of nods before returning his attention back to the book in his lap.

You looked quickly away, Helaena trailing your line of sight with a knowing look. She leaned forward clasping your hands in her own. "The dragon's fire is not always to be feared." She lowered her voice so only you could hear her next words. "Not when the dragon falls in love."

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[thetopichot]

•°♧ Alphonse Fluff Alphabet ♧°•

1/7 of them sexy bitches. I will feel like I won the World Cup after I finished all of them. Another thing, I will be using my fluff alphabet & doing all of the boys in alphabet order because I'm doing a fluff alphabet. Huh, huh? I'm funny. Anyway, enjoy.

CW: Suggestive

A = Abundance Of Love (Are they a loud lover that loves to express their love in many ways or are they a quiet lover that loves those quiet intimate moments?)

Honestly? Loud lover. Bro is in fact in love with you & he's just happy to be with you & plus I don't really see him as a quiet lover. Alphonse is just a lover boy, in my opinion. Loving on ya whenever, wherever he gets the chance. You make him happy & he's absolutely willing to show you that love 10 fold.

B = Brave (Were they the first to confess? If so, how did the confession go?)

You would think that he would be first due to his boldness, but actually, no, he's not. If you guys remember once upon a time, you actually asked him out & you actually were the first to show all this love. He was surprisingly very flustered & worried since he's scared of commitment. Bro, he just wants someone to love him for him without using him for their own pleasure & you shall do nicely since you are just happy to be here.

C = Control (Do they take the wheel of the relationship or do they let someone else do the driving?)

He kind of flips flops between the two although most of the time, he's the boldest motherfucker alive. However, when is the script flipped onto him? Bro is switching up fast. He let you do whatever ya want.

D = Dreamboat (What do they find attractive in their partner(s)?)

He loves how goddamn cute you are. To your nose scrunching smile to your ass, probably. He enjoys every part of you to the point where he can't even choose where or what is best. All of his answers are gonna be the same. The most attractive thing about you is you.

E = Empathetic (If their partner(s) was in a not so good mood, how would they cheer them up?)

He got that snack man rizz. He's gonna give you all of the snacks that you need & words of affirmations but mostly snacks, though. He would cuddle you & just try to distract you from whatever you're thinking about, like a story we made up on the spot. You have always been there for him, so it's time for him to return the favor.

F = Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

Like before, he's got that snack giving rizz. He would definitely be the one that apologizes first. He would be knocking on the bedroom door with snacks in his hands with a letter that says, "I'm sorry." I can absolutely imagine him with this awkward smile with just a teddy bear & some candy in his hands going like "Heyyy, boo. 😅" I don't know why I just can feel it in my bones.

G = General (Random Fluff Headcanon)

I'm looking at this man. I know he snores loud. I don't know why I think that, but I just know by looking at him.

H = Home (How would they feel living with their partner(s)?)

Honestly, hell yeah. He would enjoy living with you. If he can wake up every morning with a cute thing like you by his side? He would absolutely love it.

I = Idealistic (What's their personal preference in a special someone?)

I feel like he wants someone who lets him be his true self. He's been used as a boytoy, but he genuinely wants to be loved. If someone can love him for his flaws, look past his past, & treat him like a decent human being? That's enough for him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get protective of their partner(s) when someone flirts with them?)

Oh, absolutely. I don't think he would get the jealous kind of protective but more like the "I'll whoop yo ass if you dare lay single finger on my boo" kind of protective. He will in fact whoop their ass if anyone dared to fuck with you.

K = Key To The Heart (What is something that will make them fall in love instantly?)

Let him be a dork. You just letting him be him & not hate him for it? Makes his heart all the flutter.

L = Luxurious (Do they spoil their partner(s) rotten? If they do, how do they spoil them?)

Oh, you bet your bottom fucking dollar he does. How he does it, I would say, is through gifts such as these boxes of fancy chocolates that have different kinds of filling or some international candy that can't really find anywhere. Bro's love language is through sweets. You know what they say. A way to a person's heart is through the stomach.

M = Marriage (How would they feel about getting married?)

Now, this is where things get serious. He mentioned in an audio where he is scared of commitment & you best believe he is scared of marriage. As much as he loves you, he's a bit worried about being married. What if he's not a good husband? However, you do reassure him that he's perfect the way he is & that if he didn't want to get married, it's fine. You guys can take it slow until he's comfortable enough. (Spoiler Alert: he has a change of heart & ya'll get married, yippie!!)

N = Nobility (How honest are they to their partner(s)? Do they hide anything?)

I believe he's completely honest & barely hides anything from his boo. Bro spilled all about himself the first time you met him. He tells you these things as a way of saying, "If you don't feel comfortable enough with my flaws, you can back out anytime." Thing is: ya don't. You love him regardless of who he was or his flaws. You love him for him & that's genuinely enough for you. With that, he trusts you enough to be openly honest.

O = Overwhelmed (If they were in a not so good mood, how can their partner(s) help them out?)

You can always reassure him. If something has gone wrong, you always reassure him that everything is going to be alright & that you're not going anywhere. You can also let him rant about his feelings & just listen to him. That makes him feel a whole lot better to get things off his chest.

P = Passionate (What is something to them that means a lot to them that only their partner(s) knows about it?)

Candy. This man is quite passionate about the Laffy taffy business. I think everyone knows about it, but you especially see something more. He fucking loves it & he's happy to talk about it with you. Willy Wonka having ass.

Q = Quirky (Something silly that they do.)

I'm looking at this man & my brain is trying to brain. So, I feel like he would just pop some food in his mouth without knowing what it is or legit pausing to think. Then 5 minutes later, he's fucking panicking because it's so fucking spicy but he was too hungry to think like at all so he's like "FUCK WHY DID I DO THAT WHY WHY".

R = Romantic (What is their love language?)

His love language would probably be gifts & physical touch. Heavy on the physical touch. He's just likes to hold you from the back when you're cooking or just cuddling you in the bed is great. Ya’ll just comfy & he just has you in his arms.

S = Sublime (What is the best gift that their partner(s) can give them?)

Honestly, he doesn't really want any fancy gifts. You just being here is enough as a gift, but if you really want to know.. you can make some of those delicious baked goodies or some of your goodies. 😳

T = Touching (How do they feel about PDA?)

He was very nervous about PDA since the town saw him as a pretty skeptical guy & he really doesn't want to drag into that shit but eventually, over time, he doesn't really give a shit what they think of him. He's fucking happy with you & he is willing to show that love regardless who's watching.

U = Undeniable (Did everyone know about their crush on their partner(s)?)

The question is, WHO WOULD KNOW??? By the time that people know Alphonse likes you, is when you guys are already together. Like?? That man doesn't make it obvious at the beginning.

V = Visionary (What do they want their future to look like with their partner(s)?)

He really wants to just be with you. Maybe just grow old as you guys both work in the candy shop & you both can be that sweet old couple that really likes candy so much. He wants to spend his life with you & while you guys probably slow dance in the shop. There is nothing more that he wants but just to be with you & run his shop together.

W = Wacky (General Fluff Headcanon. Again.)

Alphonse would absolutely enjoy seeing you in his sweater. It's big on ya, but that's the point‼️‼️ The bigger the sweater, the more comfy it is. I would know from buying big ass sweaters. We hiding our hands in long ass sleeves in this joint‼️

X = Xaroncharoo (Yes, that's a word. Look it up. In a domestic sense, what are they exceptional at in the home?)

I would say cooking, probably. He cooks with you all the time, so why wouldn't he? Plus I know you like to watch him cook. 😏 Like his forearms are exposed & he's fucking struggling to mix bowl because the batter is goddamn thick like how the fuck did it get like that what did you do Alphonse.

Y = Yearning (If their partner(s) went out to get something without them/went off to work, how would they feel about it?)

He would feel a little sad that you would go get something without him. He feels lonely without you. If you went off to work, that's kinda different story. You have to go to work to make that monehhhh. Although, he would get lonely without you here. When you come back, though, he probably prepares some snacks or maybe some sweet treats if he is luckily, didn't burn down the kitchen.

Z = Zonked (How do they cuddle?)

That tall mf is definitely the big spoon. Bro is 6'2. He would do the classic hug from behind cuddle, or maybe you laying on his boobs cuddle. The titties are the best pillow around.

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - Sorry, this shit so long to make. I was actually hoping to get this out on his birthday, but shit kinda happened. Also, I'm sorry if this isn't really good, I'm still working on how to write other characters. Maybe eventually it might be better & make a remake of it, which, like HELL , is gonna be anytime soon. The reason why this is late is because my mom is in the hospital rn. It's actually for a good reason! I'm getting another sibling, so I have been taking care of my sister during the time being. My grandma is also helping out since I can't really take care of my sister all by myself.

Anyway, thank you guys for being so patient & please enjoy this.

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[coffeeheartaddict2]

What could ever go wrong?

Book: Open Heart (pre series)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick, F!OC Estelle Campion

Word count: 1134

Warnings: language

Rating: PG

Category: fluff

Summary: It is their second year of medical school and Tobias tries to get things happening between Ethan and Estelle but it does not go to plan.

Disclaimer: most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: it’s Halloween. Not a huge deal here but it is gaining popularity so not a spooky one as that would have been too cliche but you Ethan scared of ruining friendships is real so kinda worked and worked with the prompt from this list. It appears in bold.

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It was Halloween and a cold change had swept through Baltimore. Despite the cold it did not dampen the plans of one Tobias Theodore Carrick.

He and Ethan had become quite good friends with a fellow colleague, Estelle. Both men found Estelle very attractive and Tobias would not be lying if he has thought about asking her out, especially in the beginning but as time went on he could see that she only had eyes for Ethan but for whatever reason both seemed to be in denial and were not acting on what they clearly wanted and it was frustrating Tobias.

The day of the annual Medical students Halloween party arrived. Ethan was not amused and had decided that he was going to stay home and study. Tobias however was not taking no for an answer. Even stating that they could dress as famous doctors for the event, or in Ethan’s case go as Dr McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy. This caused Ethan to do his now famous derisive eye roll.

“It will be fun. A few drinks, fun hi jinks and hey finally get some. You have been far too uptight lately.”

Ethan sighed in frustration. He had to admit it had been awhile but there was someone whom he liked enough to actually want too but he did not want to destroy their friendship.

“Fine” Ethan says, with a note of frustration, “but I am not dressing up.”

Tobias rolled his eyes but accepted that his buddy was at least coming. Tobias decided to dress up and go as a secret agent as he was on a mission.

Party day came and Tobias and Ethan made their way to the party. They were greeted by Estelle whom was dressed as Cleopatra.

“Now, Ethan coming as himself, why am I not surprised?” Says Estelle with a chuckle.

Ethan blushes. “I am here under duress,Stelle.”

Estelle raised an eye brow at Tobias.

“What can I say, he needs to cut loose.” Said Tobias with a smirk before heading into the party.

“Shall we?” Says Estelle as she offers her hand to Ethan. Ethan does not accept but they walk in together. Tobias was there to have fun but he kept looking in the direction of Ethan and Estelle. As the party went on he kept spying to where Estelle and Ethan were. After a couple of drinks it looked liked that Ethan was starting to have some fun and as the evening wore on he could see some of the interactions were starting to border on flirting.

“About bloody time” he mutters to himself.

Ethan did have to admit that the party was enjoyable, even though it was mainly due to the company that he was keeping. Estelle looked a vision he had to admit in her costume but now the familiar emotions he started to feel around her were starting to come to the fore and he was determined to not give in. He liked her he knew that much but they worked together and more importantly their friendship was another friendship he had not gone seeking but enjoyed having. They mainly sat and talked, offering various commentary on other’s outfits.

“What is with Tobias in the sharp suit?” Asked Estelle.

“He said something about being on a mission and thus dressed as a secret agent.” Said Ethan. “His main reason for dragging me out was to get me laid…I would have preferred to stay home but I only came out to shut him up.”

Estelle grabs his hand and Ethan pauses. What he wants to do with Estelle coming to the forefront of his mind then the fear kicks in. He jumps up with a start, says his apologies and leaves. Estelle sits there shocked, she had long suspected that Ethan felt more for her. She knew his history, understood in part the reluctance, but she was frustrated and did start to wonder if she was indeed imagining things.

Tobias saw Ethan leave and a shell shocked Estelle.

“Fuck Ethan.” He said then follows his friend. He arrived outside in time to see Ethan slip in an ice patch.

“Buddy, are you okay?” Calls Tobias.

“Fuck, no, my ankle.”

“Ok, let’s go to the medical centre and get you checked out.”

Tobias gets a sore and embarrassed Ethan to the medical centre. It is not too busy yet but they still have to wait.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen, Really! You have to believe me. It was an accident” says Ethan, clearly in discomfort.

“Yeah she should be at worse back at that party or better still at our unit or Estelle’s fucking each others brains out.” Says Tobias.

Ethan winces, Tobias is not sure if it is because of the pain he is in or the knowledge that he is right about him and Estelle.

“I do like her…”

“I know buddy but you are not your mother nor is Stelle. Clearly she likes you too.”

“I do not want to fuck around with what we have…”

“Yeah and the more you deny yourself the more than likely this could hurt your friendship too.” Said Tobias.

Ethan did not want to admit that Tobias was right so he apologised to him for ruining his evening.

“It’s ok buddy.”

Ethan’s ankle was only sprained and there was some slight bruising but no damage to his buttocks for which Ethan was relieved. The next day came and there was a knock at the door. Ethan answered and he was surprised to see Estelle. He invited her in and started to make their coffee.

“I am sorry about last night, E..”

“No Stelle, it is is me that is sorry. I am the one who freaked out and acted like a jerk…”

“Are you ok? I noticed you limping.”

“Yeah sprained ankle and a sore bottom, damned ice patch. I knew I should have stayed in.” Said Ethan with a chuckle. At that point Tobias entered the kitchen.

“Good morning Tobias” says Estelle.

“Good morning” Tobias says yawning. Ethan excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

“I know your patience is not infinite Stelle but he did admit to me he does like you, fear of relationships aside there is the fear that he will fuck up what you have.” Said Tobias quickly and quietly.

Estelle thought on Tobias’s words, she too did not want to ruin their friendship either, however she had hoped that the friendship would be a solid foundation for a relationship.

“Thank you Tobias” she says.

Ethan appears from the bathroom and starts discussing with Estelle their research project. Estelle left later that day safe in the knowledge that Ethan did have feelings and she hoped that both of them would be brave enough to take that leap.

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Authors note: for those who have not read my Med school series, Ethan and Estelle get together between Christmas and New Year. The break up the following June. They did not have a good future chat and Estelle left thinking they split and she runs into Tobias and that was the beginning of the end.

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[butterfly-writer]

hey! i saw you're taking requests so,, could i request best jeanist and prohero!reader (they/them) trying their hand at flirting? reader is confident and very good at it while jeanist is also good at it! but can't help but get flustrated by how cute and creative reader's compliments are. sadly they have to stop because some villain showed up and they must fight them but they still think about eachother's words.

it's got a sweet and fluffy touch honestly! i hope this is okay for you (otherwise, tell me no so i know you're not writing it, i have another idea for a request if you want😔🤲🏻) and i also hope you're having a good day/night!

Compliments.

Best Jeanist x Prohero!Reader (they/them)

Summary: They tried flirting with each other but had to stop because a villain came but they can’t stop thinking about the compliments.

Disclaimer: Reader’s Quirk: Blood manipulation.

★☽A/N: I never wrote Beast Jeanist before but I shall do my best!! He’s legit such a clean guy, the way he held his phone in season 6 😭

Contents: FLUFF, a few bloody moments but it’s mainly reader’s Quirk.

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They thought it was time for the next level of dating….

Flirting.

The Pro Hero, H/N, is one confident and bold one, they;re flirting like a pro while Best Jeanist is alright at it but he can’t help but be flustered by the compliments.

Compliments be like:

◆ H/N wrapped their hands around Best Jeanist waist (Short or not short) and started to compliment like crazy, like, “My pretty boy.” , “My, do you look fine, my sweetheart.” And they’re just! Ugh!!! So sweet and it makes him feel so loved.

◆ Best Jeanist tries his best at flirting and it wasn’t that bad at it! Just a few small compliments like: “My sweet hero.” , “How are you, sweetheart?” JUST A LOT OF PETNAMES, LMAOO!! He’s trying his best, give him some credits!!

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They were flirting as they walked along the streets, patrolling the district when they got really juicy with the compliments to the point they’re stopping to make out a bit, Best Jeanist flustering up with the compliments. 

They immediately stopped when they heard a huge crash from afar, looking to see a villain stealing a bunch of food and money, “Why don’t we stop him, how about that, sweetheart?” H/N smirked, Best Jeanist flustered a bright red but brushed it off and nodded, heading to the scene together.

“Really? H/N and Best Jeanist? How lucky am I!!!” The villain cackled, eating all the food he stole and he became more muscular. ‘Eating junk and he’s suddenly buffier? Must be his quirk.’ H/N noticed before slashing a huge scar along their forearm, blood dripping to the ground then all of it collected itself into a huge blob and shaped itself into a blood-formed machete.

The hero immediately dashed towards the villain and easily cut through the villain’s arm, “Ah! What the fuck?! I thought heroes can’t kill?!” The villain yelled, “Who said we can’t hurt them?” H/N chuckled, throwing the machete and catching it by its handle swiftly and dashed back, catching the villain off-caught. The villain was about to attack when H/N left an opening but missed when the hero suddenly disappeared, “Huh?” He said confusingly, looking up to see the hero with a grin and their body up in the air with thin threads holding them up, looking down to see Best Jeanist with his threads around his arms. Best Jeanist swiftly sends one of his threads towards the villain, tangling it around his body.

The villain roared and bursted out of those threads and charged towards the Fiber Hero but he was immediately stopped by a weapon blocking his way. "Not so fast, I don't want my sweetheart to be mashed potato," H/N chuckled as they used their machete to push the villain away. Best Jeanist stood helplessly, his face heated, 'Sweetheart? Why did they have to say that?!' He pondered as his face flooded with crimson red. He quickly brushed it off when he saw H/N crash to the ground, sending his threads in the direction of the villain and catching him in his intertwined web. Quickly standing, H/N ran and sent a strike onto the villain's neck with the machete's blunt side, striking a nerve and knocking him unconscious.

Cheers from the civilians roared the streets, thanking the heroes with cheers and praise. “Phew! That was close, wasn’t it, sweetheart?” H/N smiled towards Best Jeanist, “Please stop calling me that.” Best Jeanist mumbled, H/N tilted their head with confusion but then as if, out of realization, their eyes widened but then smiled a sneaky smirk and hugged Best Jeanist’s hips, “Look at you, all flustered~ You’re so adorable, sweetheart!” H/N chuckled, leaving Best Jeanist with a flustered face.

“I hate you.” Best Jeanist mumbled,

“I love you too, sweetheart.” H/N chuckled, kissing Best Jeanist with a quick kiss before turning back to the civilians and waving back in joy.

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★☽A/N: WHY DID I ENJOY WRITING THIS?? I actually had so much fun writing this!!! Thank you again, for the request! Keep the requests coming!!!!! <33

#my hero academia #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #best jeanist #best jeanist mha #best jeanist bnha #reader #x reader #gn reader #best jeanist x reader #fluff

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: Never Seduce A Duke by Vivienne Lorret

5/5. Releases 2/21/2023.

For when you're vibing with... Heroes that wear glasses (just like a daddy would), madcap hijinks, ridiculous sexual tension, a bit of traveling in your historicals, and Secret Secrets.

Meg is on a what you could consider the historical romance of a girl's trip, a finding herself moment, except she's traveling in the company of two spinster aunts (compliment, love them) who are on a mission to steal the best recipes in Europe. They're hitting the continent throughout the summer before Meg is officially on the shelf after two unsuccessful Seasons.

Mid-recipe-theft, however, she's discovered by the owner of said recipe--a hot, bespectacled, Stern Brunch Daddy duke who finds her infuriating (but delightful and a real boner popper, obviously). And after a family heirloom (a bejeweled Arthurian recipe book, yes, what about it?) goes missing, Lucien assumes that Meg is the culprit, leading to a pursuit throughout Europe, heavy flirting, maybe a little bit of tomfoolery, and like... Mistakes are made on the part of our dear Meg. And Lucien, obviously. It takes two to tango. Look at that official summary REAL GOOD if you didn't read How to Steal A Scoundrel's Heart (and you should read that book, it's another 5/5 read).

So this book is DELIGHTFUL. And swoonily romantic. And actually? Very sexy. Quite hot. It has the flavor of an old school romance, this one--which, actually, so did How to Steal A Scoundrel's Heart. There are certainly some bananas thrown around in this one, and I was incredibly happy to see them. If you think that things like wild family secrets and mustache-twirling villainy (I personally found this villain quite fun, but oh is the reveal wonderfully camp) and... a lot of withheld truths, shall we say, are annoying? Then this might be too much for you.

For a reader like me, who wants to like, hold a book to her chest and go "oh my Goooood" and laugh and feel all twitterpatted over how hot a hero is--this is pretty much a flawless book.

Quick Takes:

--Meg and Lucien are basically flaw-free leads for me. I already loved Meg based off her introduction as the Fun Flighty Little Sister of Brandon, The Wrong Marquess's hero (who makes appearances here, is generally quite fun, and is a great hero in his own right, go read that book too). This book made her learn a lot in a short amount of time, and her development is quite excellent. She really becomes a woman... in every sense... throughout this novel. Her journey to understanding what a cannoli is supposed to reference? What the filling of a cannoli is supposed to reference? True brilliance, we stan a queen who missed out on Sex Ed.

--Lucien, her hero? Also perfect. Every now and then, I forget that I actually do like a nerdy hero. As long as he isn't a big fuckin' dork. There's a difference between a nerdy hero and a dorky hero, and Lucien is the former. He wears glasses (probably like, 10 pairs throughout the course of this book because he's always breaking them, sometimes during attempted ravishings). He's super intense about his family's Arthurian history, even if he doesn't really believe in magic or fate or bullshit like that (his reasons are appropriately tragic). He spends a ridiculous amount of time trying to work on ancient recipes, gets hard when he meets Meg, goes "THE RECIPE MUST BE WORKING" then realizes, nah, she's just super hot. But also? Uhhhhh Lucien can put it DOWN. In many ways, if I were to compare him to a dude on TV, I'd compare him to Tom Hughes's version of Prince Albert in ITV's Victoria. Like, he's a fuckin' nerd, but you know he's like, got a 6 page diagram of the vagina, clit, and g-spot, and he gets off on making women weep with pleasure or some shit. In other words, he puts his nerdacity to good use.

--This book is fucking BOLD. I feel like a lot of new historical romances, perhaps by some fresher authors, have kind of followed the romcom lens many contemporary books have taken. (And don't get me wrong, this book is funnier than like... most contemporary romcoms.) While this novel never really felt overly heavy, it fully embraced being an adventure and featuring a lot of plot. In fact, the plot takes a hard left turn at the halfway point--for me, it was totally cohesive and seamless and I loved it. I felt like I got a little bit of everything in one love story.

--A great supporting cast! We see the heroines of the four previous books all show up again with their men. We get the aunts, who I personally loved, from The Wrong Marquess. We see again how much Meg is loved and supported by Brandon and Ellie, which is really lovely. It's all there!

--The heat and chemistry in this book was perfect. Vivienne Lorret is, to me, an author who's great at infusing her books with a lot of heat even when the characters aren't having sex. Every touch, every moment in the lead-up, the back and forth of Lucien and Meg... It's delicious.

The Sex Stuff:

Having read all the Mating Habits of Scoundrels books, I feel like Vivienne Lorret absolutely upped her game on the sex scenes over time. This one... keeps up with that trend. It's delightfully hot, and the sex scenes really fit the characters, with an edge of humor throughout. If you have a daddy kink, if you like glasses on a man--you're gonna love this shit. The irate fingerbanging? Be still my heart.

I'm trying to hold back on discussing the hook of this book, though it is fairly easy to guess. And I know that it's a hard sell for some readers, and seems very old school to others. But as someone who loves it when it's done right... This book does it right.

This was easily one of the most fun reads I've had in a while--and I can't wait for what Vivienne does next.

Thanks to Netgalley and Avon for providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

#romance novel blogging #arc reviews #netgalley #book recs #books #book reviews

[mercurygray]

In 1940s AU of TGM, are there any of the pilots who are absolutely making eyes at the Girl Gang in the pub on Friday?

The pilots were brave, coming in here.

It was a well known fact that Army and Army Air didn't mix, even if you really couldn't have paratroopers without someone flying the plane, but there was enough bravado in the bar to take the roof off the place, and that was before they'd walked in, to say nothing of after, when it became quite clear that they'd come for the express purpose of finding out if what everyone was saying about the girls was true.

There was a small huddle, it seemed, for strategy, and then they broke off. Coyote, who liked to live on the edge and liked a little bit of spark, made a beeline for Billie, who flipped her hair and lead him onto the floor for one of the fastest lindy numbers the rest of the bar had seen in a while. (Lieb, never one to be outdone on a dancefloor, quickly offered a hand to one of two lady looeys in their line and proceeded to show everyone how the west was spun - and dipped, and bounced, and flirted with.)

The cocky blond they all called Hangman, who obviously also liked to live dangerous, roped in Ruth, always happy to dance with a man who could keep up with her. (Joe could be seen plotting murder from the corner.) After they figured out they were both from Chicago, Doris dragged Payback onto the floor and made him earn his name - they were dancing a different swing from Lieb and his lady looey from California, but still made it look good.

No one was going to ask Connie to dance, but she didn't much care - she strode over, bold as anything, and pulled the timid midwesterner in the glasses out of his seat and onto the floor to whoops from the rest of the mortar team, and spent the rest of the night teaching him the same steps Eileen had taught her back at Toccoa.

"Amateurs," scoffed someone from down the bar.

Marj turned to look at one of the last pilots, a tall, blonde lanky fellow with a mustache that had gone well past Clark Gable. He was older than the rest of them, it seemed, the way he carries himself. "Oh, I don't know," she said, just to make conversation. "There's something to be said for trying."

"Trying doesn't put numbers on the board," he scoffed. "They tell you in the academy to be careful about picking your target," he says, leaning back against the bar. "And you have to lead a little, too - or they won't be there when the bullet hits."

"Not sure I've ever heard picking up girls described like a dogfight," Marj admited, turning to face the aviator and realizing, with a bit of surprise, that she and he were nearly the same height.

"But they're very similiar. You have to make note of the field - make sure you're not outgunned - or outclassed. There's a fair bit of patience involved, if you're good." He smiled and held out a hand, looking Marj square in the eye."So, what do you say, Sergeant? Shall we take a turn?"

Marj had to smile at the audacity. "I don't usually dance with men I haven't been introduced to, Lieutenant…"

"Bradshaw," came the reply. "Friends call me Rooster."

#i have written a thing #all the crossovers #1940s au #1940s girl gang #mercurygraypresents

[roo-bastmoon]

you did a complete 180 with your thoughts like 1 month ago on jikook to now. jungkook putting his hand over jimin's means that much? they weren't even in a secluded corner. sorry for being a downer, but i think it's a reach.

You're not really listening to me. Most vexing.

I shall reiterate once more, in bold, and then if you keep coming back to me, I'll assume you are trolling.

I straight up have always said that I take in all evidence as it comes (not just what I enjoy seeing) and change my mind based on new evidence.

A month ago, I didn't see giggles and touches and shy smiles because a month ago there had been weeks and weeks of complete radio silence from Jimin (and the members about Jimin), a very distressing and depressed Festa dinner, and some prior behind-the-scenes Grammy content that showed them in full-on work-mode, not touching, complimenting, flirting, or talking about each other. So I clocked distance I couldn't explain and wrote my thoughts about it.

What I am saying now--please listen carefully here--is that I do not see any PROBLEMS between Jimin and Jungkook (no anger, no awkwardness, no cold shoulders, no tortured expressions, no avoidance). There's still warmth and attentiveness between them on the Vlives, the concerts, the behind-the-scenes clips. They have hung out in restaurants and arcades and at parties this year and been just fine with each other. I am just seeking less Jikookery than I'm used to, likely because there's far less content like Run and Soop and Bon Voyage to see.

I'll say it again: It's been quite a YEAR already. There has been a lot of tumult and stress. There are many reasons for Jikook to do less Jikooking and those range the gamut from just maturing into a long-term relationship, to needing more privacy right now, to having broken up, to never having been together at all. It's up to you to interpret the vibes for yourself. I certainly don't have any special insight.

The Jikook I'm seeing now, in solo era, is more muted, but they are absolutely okay with each other. I sense, as of today, that they are both happy and focused on happy things. So I'm not going to assume the worst just because I don't see the best. What I am going to do is wait for more content. Because often Jikook does a lot of Jikookery we don't know about until someone decides to show and tell, usually way after the fact. (But if as I watch new content, I see evidence of even more distance, or just friendliness but no romance, I'll call it like I see it then, too.)

So, for the final time today, listen to me here--I DON'T KNOW if they are together. But I hope they are. I will support them either way.

It's quite all right by me if you see things differently. I'm not challenging you; I'm not selling subscriptions to Jikook or anything. There will likely never be conclusive proof that they are a couple right now. So if that brings you stress or anxiety, you can walk away from it and just focus on things that bring you joy.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Me have concept 🧍🏽‍♀️- I have been simping very hard for the alt hotties on my campus and it got me thinking….Nanamin with hot chubby alt reader who he’s flustered by but he also makes them his pillow princess-👾

Nonono but let's talk about this shall we sksksk

Listen, Nanami was such an emo in high school, straight up punk rock Hot Topic type bitch, so i find it v believable that he would fall for an alternative cutie. Just bc he's an adult and doesn't wear black eyeliner doesn't mean that he's over his rock and roll phase, so he'd be v attracted to you without question.

AND IF YOU'RE CHUBBY?? IF YOU GOT A BIT MORE JUNK IN THE TRUNK AND FRONT SEAT AND ENGINE? Babe, he is FLOORED like he doesn't know what to DO!! He doesn't have a type per say but IF HE DID?? It's a chubby alt babe that wears all black and thigh highs and combat boots and has piercings and dark makeup and is it hot in here bc he is definitely sweating when he first lays eyea on you sksksk

Nah but fr, you are just so attractive in every way. AND YOU'RE SO BOLD?? He didn't know that he liked being pursued but when you go up to him and blatantly start flirting he thinks he's died and gone to heaven 😩 god, you're just so hot and he doesnt know what to do, he's such a DORK and he's so NERVOUS and FLUSTERED and you just think it's so cute and it makes you flirt with him MORE and basically he's done for, you've got him hook line and sinker the day yall meet sksksk

He's honestly surprised that you're so submissive in the bedroom! He's not complaining whatsoever (he loves taking care of his pretty chubby darling 💕) but he didn't think you'd roll over and show your belly the first chance you got. He's thrilled though, he loves how you start whining and begging from the slightest touch and how you're in near tears from his mouth on you and god when you reach for him all sweet and needy he just feels so lucky to have such a pretty baby like you in his life. Doesn't matter how tough your exterior is, he is getting through those layers and enjoying every second of it 💕

#ask #nanami kento #chubby reader #alt reader #gn reader #nanami kento x reader #yeah... yeah he'd like that sksksk #im so sorry this took so long pls forgive me sksksk

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate. Notes: Reader gets a bit of a backstory here, with just enough concrete details to serve the plot in future chapters. Hopefully enough is kept vague for people to enjoy it. Now... Time to meet your new kids-in-law/the gremlins :) Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants

2: Uncertain Destinations

“You already know my name, as well as my fate, and I have neither threats nor demands to make of you. I am at your mercy, regrettably, with nothing more to say. Shall we consider ourselves ‘introduced’? Or is there more you wish to ask of me?” You wonder, eying ‘Alcina’ with a bored expression. It felt odd to refer to her that way, even within the confines of your mind. She had been ‘Lady Dimitrescu’ for as long as you could remember; starting with your years in the village, and continuing through your months here at the castle. One day, perhaps, you would grow used to calling her by her first name. For now, you simply hoped to focus on other matters.

“Tell me of yourself, your past. Who were you before you came here?” Alcina asks, surprising you. What did it matter, now that you were stuck here? At first you shrug, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to open yourself up to her. But before long she’s placed a hand on your shoulder, applying just enough pressure to encourage you to speak. You win this round, you think.

“Somehow I doubt you’ll find it terribly interesting. I was born in the outskirts of the village, on a small farm, just like any other. I had a pet dog, went to ‘school’ with my neighbors, and spent my weekends volunteering with the church. The only thing you might not expect is that I lived outside the village for about a decade. Traveled for a while, never really staying anywhere for terribly long. Eventually, I got tired, and so I came back to help my parents with what little property they had left,” you explain, quietly. Being vague had been intentional, considering the nature of a few details. Did she need to know why you had left? Or that you had once revered Mother Miranda?... No, because if she learned that, it would not be long before she learned that you had changed your mind years ago. Something told you that she wouldn’t appreciate your lack of faith in her mistress. “That was six months ago, roughly. Barely got to spend time with my parents before I was ‘donated’ to the staff here.”

“Not many ever leave the village. Those that do rarely, if ever, return. How particular,” Alcina replies, giving a soft hum. There’s something in her expression that tells you she’ll eventually ask you to elaborate. For now, however, she seems content to move on. Internally you sigh in relief. “I suppose this is sufficient to sate my curiosity, for the time being. Now come with me, I’d like to introduce you to my daughters, to ensure that they understand you are… off limits.” With that said she stands, once more reminding you just how small and fragile you are in comparison, before heading towards the exit. You’re nearly forced to jog in order to keep up with her long strides. As she leads you through hallways, down a flight of stairs, and past several nervous looking maidens, she slows down the slightest bit, having eventually noticed your struggle. Admittedly, that’s more kindness than you would have anticipated. Perhaps she was used to adjusting her pace for her daughters?

Whatever the reason, you do appreciate it. Still, by the time you arrive at your destination, the castle’s library, your legs are feeling the smallest bit sore. Brushing off the ache, you follow Alcina inside. Then you’re taking in the sights, having not been here before, admiring the impressive collection. Glad I’m not responsible for cleaning this place, you think as you pass by dozens of filled shelves. Before long you encounter the three daughters. They’re sitting in a semi-circle, each with their own book, though they’re quick to sit up once they spy their mother. One by one they’re smiling up at her, not even sparing you a moment’s glance. Admittedly you’re glad for that. What good could come from their attention, especially when they don’t yet know who you ‘truly’ are?

“I’m glad to see you’re all in one place, my darlings. There has been a… development, of sorts,” Alcina says, speaking in the same tone one might use to address a faculty meeting. In a less intimidating household, it would have been much harder to hold in a laugh. Was this always how she spoke to her children? For their sake, you hoped not (though the concept was amusing). Regardless, it is at this point that the daughters notice you, with one of them looking intrigued enough to send a shiver down your spine. You’re pretty sure her name is Daniela, being the only one you haven’t met before today. A toothy grin spreads on her lips, and once you make eye contact you swear that she winks at you. This literally could not be any worse, you think, unable to stop yourself from frowning.

“Does it have to do with this little thing?” Daniela purrs, taking a step towards you. Instantly both Alcina and yourself are tensing up. While your soulmate shifts in front of you, an incredibly faint rosy tint to her cheeks, all you can do is pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers.

“This ‘little thing’ is not your newest playtoy, Daniela. Rather, they are my-” she hesitates, disliking the way the word feels in her mouth- “soulmate. I expect the three of you to behave, understood? At the very most, you are allowed to prevent them from leaving the premises, but even then I expect you to remain gentle. Have I made myself clear?” Alcina asks. Now she’s not the only one blushing, as Daniela looks so embarrassed that you wonder if she’ll pass out. Maybe now you’ll think twice about flirting with everyone you meet, you think, remembering the various rumors you’ve heard about her. For a moment, part of you imagines what your relationship with her would look like, were you to continue ‘courting’ her mother. Could this be a moment you could torment her with for life? Get some cheeky revenge for all the maidens who couldn’t risk it? A lovely thought, though one soon interrupted.

“Of course, mother. We will not lay a single finger on them, unless we have no other choice. Right, sisters?” Bela replies, turning to her siblings with an expectant look. Neither of them seem terribly pleased, but they nod, each giving their own verbal affirmations. All three spend a few moments glancing you over, reevaluating you now that they know who you are, appraising your worth. It’s not hard to imagine that they all find you lacking- at least in comparison to their mother. “Are introductions in order? We’ve met before, but I hardly know anything about them. It would be… nice to properly meet the newest edition to our family.” The way Bela says the words makes you nervous, and the way Cassandra grins only worsens the feeling.

“If you desire such, I see no reason to forgo such a thing. Perhaps the three of you could give them a tour? I must return to my duties, and I doubt they have seen much of the castle, given their… former occupation,” Alcina admits, softly. Was this a confirmation that you’d no longer have to spend every day working yourself to the bone? On one hand you were somewhat relieved, but you also regretted the possible loss of your preferred coping method. Worse, were you really going to spend who knows how long with the dreaded Dimitrescu daughters? They were going to rip you to shreds, at least verbally, you were sure of it. How could you ever meet their expectations? If they were anything like their mother, you would never be enough to satisfy them. Or at least that is what you assumed.

“I’ve seen a fair bit,” you interject, awkwardly, hating the way it brings everyone’s gaze back to you. Alcina’s lips twitch, as she fights back a frown. Evidently she didn’t appreciate you countering her suggestion.

“Please, we insist,” Bela fires back, a pleasant tone covering her thinly-veiled animosity. “I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time getting to know each other. You do want to learn more about your soulmate’s children, don’t you?” Something about the way she speaks makes you want to laugh. When you smile back at her, it’s without a hint of any placating intentions, rather a dewdrop of mischief. Bold of her to assume that you wanted to make her mother happy. After all, it was clear from her phrasing that this was a ‘test’, a ruse to ‘reveal your true colors’ to Alcina. But you were as uneasy about your part in this as Bela was, neither of you finding yourself a suitable match for Alcina. Despite the way she narrows her eyes at you, her mother is smiling again, glad that she had a way to keep you occupied for the time being.

“It’s settled then,” she says, moving to give each of her daughters a kiss on top of their heads. They giggle at the affection, looking rather proud of themselves. Then she turns to you, hesitating, clearly having the instinct to give you a kiss as well. Half of you wants to stand on your tippy-toes, expectantly, wondering if she’d do it (and how flustered it would make her). Instead, you pretend not to notice, accepting the awkward shoulder pat she ends up giving you. “I will see you this evening, for dinner. Do try to enjoy yourself. But don’t forget-” she leans in until her mouth is right next to your ear, breath tickling your neck- “behave yourself. I will not tolerate any tomfoolery, understood?” Alcina does not pull away until you’ve nodded, and you do not relax until the library door has shut behind her.

Except now you’re alone with her daughters. Wonderful.

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Dealing with finances was not, to put it simply, Alcina’s ‘favorite’ activity. Although she employed someone to handle the majority of the paperwork, she made sure to go over it herself to ensure accuracy. There were many aspects to her business, being both legitimate and illegitimate, technically. One could never be too careful about their records. After all, failing to file tax returns had taken down Al Capone, of all people. Who was to say that such a mistake, or one in a similar vein, could not damage House Dimitrescu? Certainly it wouldn’t be enough to ruin them entirely, but it could lead to certain ‘nuisances’ bothering the village. At the end of the day, Alcina cared more about the impact it would have on Mother Miranda than anything else, even the possible decline of her household.

A nasty habit, really. Few knew the extent of her self-entitled devotion to the cult leader. The only bond that ran deeper was that she had with her daughters, who meant more to her than she could ever vocalize. Even then, she viewed them as a gift from Miranda, which in turn strengthened her love for the woman. Now that love leaked into everything she did. With a flourish of her pen, she signed away some of this month’s earnings. So what if she already ‘donated’ a large portion of her income to the village and its leader? Certainly this was a way to show the level of her devotion? Certainly Miranda would take notice, eventually? Praise her for it? Take Alcina’s hand in her own, thumb caressing her skin, eyes filled with a long-sought affection?...

The sound of passing footsteps brings her back into the moment, and Alcina stares down at the mountain of paperwork she’d yet to approve. With a deep sigh she readjusts her reading glasses, sets the finished document aside, then gets back to work. A part of her mind soon starts to drift to other subjects. To you, primarily. Would your affection be easier to gain? Steadier?... But could it, in any way, compare to Miranda’s? No matter how she tries to brush the thoughts away, they nip at her heels, circling her head like vultures. Only time would give her the relief she so desperately sought.

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“So, don’t tell me you really think you’re my mother’s soulmate, right?” Cassandra says, somewhat grumbling, as you trail behind Bela. It’s less than five minutes into the tour, with the siblings having behaved so far, focused on actually showing you around. At her words, both her sisters started walking slower. Their gazes were still locked ahead of themselves. The way they positioned themselves, however, made it clear that they were listening. “Is it some elaborate scheme, hmm? Did you spend a dozen hours with the other servants, noting every last detail about her soul mark, before copying it? Do you really think that you’ll get away with this?” Well, ‘twas good to know who the most paranoid of the three were.

“Ah, yes, it’s all a great, horrible ruse. You’ve caught me red-handed, I’m afraid,” you chime, sarcastically. A hand goes to your forehead as you fake faintness. “I’m just so desperate to be scrutinized by yourself and your mother, to have my every movement watched, to somehow be less free than I already was. I simply… cannot… believe… that you saw through my bluff.” With that you give a dramatic sigh, pausing in the hallway to give Cassandra a judgemental look. If not for Alcina’s instructions to keep you safe, you’re certain she would have beheaded you on the spot. “I’m not claiming to understand the universe’s decision. But I’m also not giving up immediately, no matter how much the three of you scare me.” At that, Bela stops in her tracks, slowly turning to you. Instinctively you go to take a step backwards, only for Cassandra to catch you, holding you in place. Next thing you know, the oldest daughter is grabbing your head, staring you right in the eyes.

“Answer one question, and maybe I’ll make sure you don’t fall victim to some tragic, unfortunate accident. Can you see yourself loving my mother?” Bela asks, more intense than you’ve ever seen her before. Despite that, you don’t tremble, swallowing your fear long enough to reply.

“Honestly? I don’t know. She’s terrifying… and beautiful. Cruel to some of the maidens I’ve met… and loving to you three. I… I don’t know if I can love her,” you admit, gulping. “But isn’t that part of the point of trying? To find out? I am going to try, for both my sake and hers, to love her. To cherish her. What more would you ask of me? I cannot tell you how the days to come will go, whether or not your mother will enjoy them, or even whether she could love me. This is not a situation you can threaten into resolving the way you want it to. So let me go, finish the tour, and give me a chance. You owe your mother that much, do you not?” Soon enough the hands keeping you in place loosen their grip, and Bela turns away with a scoff. Honestly, you can hardly believe that your little speech worked. You aren’t given much time to celebrate, however, as the sisters quickly resume their walking. Before long, Daniela is speaking up between giggles.

“I like this one already.”

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #gremlin trio is protective #they're like #you're not cool enough for our mom #hey tumb please stop fucking up the order of my tags #this is the second time you've messed up my attempt at being funny

[inhuman-obey-me]

Jewel

Word Count: 1.9k

Description:

Lust - an uncontrolled or illicit desire or appetite.

The Avatar of Lust wants what he wants, and what he wants, he will bloody take.

[cw: violence, body horror]

"Oh, Lilu, you are just too much!" Asmodeus giggled, his hand brushing just subtly across the shoulder of the incubus across from him as he waved away the compliment he'd just received. "But please, don't let me stop you, go on."

"No, but really, it's unfair how pretty you are," one of his favorite succubi whined playfully back. "I mean, humans are so easy to seduce it's boring, but you can just walk right up to anyone you like and they'll fall for you! To have such power...oh, it's so sexy, Asmodeus." The ring of admirers around him hummed with agreement.

"A toast! To our beautiful jewel of a leader!" one cried, raising their glass.

Out of the corner of his eye, Asmo checked his reflection in one of the dark glossy tiles on the wall, making sure to position himself just so under the VIP table's lights to perfectly accent his features before responding. "Aww, thank you all. I mean, my skin does shimmer like a jewel, thanks to that rare new lotion Nevan got for me last week, but you don't have to point it out like that - after all, everyone can see that already for themselves."

And speaking of jewels, he thought, as a sparkle caught his eye from across the room, I think I see a gorgeous one right now...

Quickly, Asmo gave one of his usual flimsy excuses to flit away from the group and approached the demon who had just walked in - and, more importantly, the brooch on the demon's coat, which glimmered softly with the shine of a powerful magical gem. It was one of the most interesting things he'd seen in a long time, and he decided right then that he just had to have it.

Staring up coyly through his long eyelashes, he purred, "Well, hello there. Today's your lucky day - wouldn't you like to come join the table of the most gorgeous person here? Who are you, sweetie?"

"No thank you."

The response was curt, without even a name, as the demon declined to meet his eyes.

Asmo resisted a pout. He didn't often get such cold treatment from a stranger, and he did not like it. After all, he was the Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful demon in all the three realms. Not to mention, this lesser demon was utterly repulsive-looking! Who did this guy think he was, ignoring him this way?

But, he had a goal here and he wasn't going to give it up so easily, even if it did mean he'd have to do a bit of flirting with an absolute horror of a face.

"Oh, come on now. Why don't I get you a drink?" Determined, Asmo took the other demon's hand in his, placing a ghost of a kiss on his fingertips as he led him towards the bar.

At that moment, he noticed the ring on the demon's finger - bronze and iron, etched with intricate symbols. Very familiar intricate symbols.

Solomon. He knew about this ring, and by extension, this demon; his sorcerer friend had told him the story a long time ago. It was Solomon's very first pact, and one he regretted deeply, as he'd only made it to save a kid he'd been fond of. A lowly demon who craved the bodies and energies of effeminate young boys, targeting only weak prey, and who had once even tried to pull Beelzebub into a pact to save his own sorry skin, though thankfully Beel was smarter than to fall for the tricks of such a low-ranking demon.

Truly, Asmo's disgust for this guy just kept increasing. And the jewel kept enticing him in, glittering with magic power in the club's flashing lights. Didn't something so beautiful belong with him, rather than with this miserable rube?

For the lesser demon's part, he just sputtered a bit in surprise at Asmodeus's boldness, finding himself pulled along before he could even give a response. "Well, I guess I don't mind a free drink..."

The Avatar of Lust waved to the bartender as he nabbed a pair of seats, signaling to get them his usual "I'm flirting, don't interrupt us please" order before turning back to his new companion. "So, what's your name, handsome?" he asked with his most charming smile, suppressing the urge to vomit at having called that appalling visage handsome.

"...Ornias," the opposing demon responded carefully. "Aren't you...Asmodeus?"

"Heehee! Why, yes I am! Isn't it your lucky night?"

"...I guess." He seemed more wary than excited, to Asmo's annoyance.

Just then, the bartender slid two glasses of glowing orange drinks towards them, saving him from having to respond to the demon's lack of enthusiasm directly. "Oh, our drinks are here - the house special, Hellfirefly Sunset Demonus!" he chirped, thrusting the glass cheerfully towards the other. "Come on, let's drink!"

He quickly downed the whole glass, urging the lesser demon to do the same. "So, Ornias, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

Whether it was the alcohol, or simply because people always like to talk about themselves, Ornias started to relax a bit. "Well," he began proudly, "I'm an Officer of the constellation of Aquarius, and..."

He was soon on a very long monologue about himself - a monologue to which Asmodeus quickly found himself zoning out. "Oh, that's so interesting," he nodded along with feigned fascination, catching a mention of...something about strangling Aquarius men for liking Virgo women...?

Seriously, how does this guy just keep getting creepier and creepier? No wonder Solomon can't stand him, Asmo thought to himself. I thought it'd be a good idea to get him talking about himself, but this is even worse than how cold he was being earlier.

Deciding he was more than done with listening to this, Asmodeus grabbed the other demon's hands again and whisked him to the dance floor, this time saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sure you didn't come to the club just to chat all night, did you? Of course you didn't! Come, dance with me!"

Unfortunately, that didn't stop Ornias at all. "Sure," he said, making some awkward steps around while trying to continue his rambling. "Anyway, so as I was saying -"

Asmo placed a finger over the annoying demon's lips and a hand on his shoulder. "Shh, hush there cutie, let's just enjoy the music and each other, shall we?" He shimmied up against his dance partner, letting his body do the work of entrancing the lesser demon so he could give his ears a break.

His peace was short-lived, though. As Ornias got more into dancing with the Avatar of Lust, it seemed some new need to try to impress him welled up inside. He blurted out, "Hey, so actually, you've heard of Solomon, right? Greatest sorcerer in the three realms, Michael's favorite, yadda yadda? He's actually a close friend of mine. I'm sure he'd make some time to meet you if I told him about you."

It took every last bit of restraint Asmodeus had to keep his eyes from rolling right out of his skull at that. He needed to speed this up fast, or he was going to lose his mind.

"Oh, would you? That's so amazing, I didn't know Solomon was friends with such an impressive demon," he replied, voice dripping with saccharine charm to hide how far he was lying through his teeth. "And you're not a bad dance partner, either. You know, you just keep getting more and more attractive...what's an Avatar of Lust to do with himself?"

Satisfied that his little name-drop seemed to have done its job, Ornias smirked and took a slight step back. "Well, thank you. You're, uh, not bad yourself."

"Oh, come on now, I live for praise. Feel free to flatter me as much as you'd like," Asmo crooned, placing his partner's hands on his waist to draw him closer again.

The lesser demon managed just a couple more compliments as his lusty companion's hands started traveling more aggressively with his dancing, tracing his lower back and shoulder blades from beneath his coat. "Mm, y-your hands are kind of cold," he stammered out as he felt the lithe fingers brushing up against his neck.

"Oh, my bad! Want to help me warm them up then?" Asmodeus giggled mischievously, resting his hands now on the ugly face in front of him instead. He drew him into eye contact, not letting the demon shy away, and continued, "Come on, you're dancing with me after all - the Avatar of Lust. It's quite the honor, you know."

He placed a light, intimate brush of his lips along his neck, and the lesser demon practically melted in his arms. "W-well...if t-that's what you want..."

"It is," he answered breathily, voice imbued with magic to carry the sensual sound to his target over the loud music of the club. "I'm all yours for tonight, just the two of us, here on this dance floor. So focus on me, okay?"

"Yes, of course..."

He leaned in close to Ornias's ear and whispered alluringly, "Now tell me, what is it that you desire?"

At last, the words he'd been waiting for fell from the annoying demon's mouth, as he could no longer resist the Avatar of Lust's charms: "Asmodeus...I want you."

Asmodeus smirked, drawing Ornias into a dark corner at the edge of the room as he batted his eyelashes with a faux sweetness.

"Why, Ornias, did you fall in love with me?"

Ornias nodded through heavy-lidded eyes, hardly able to form words as desire rapidly clouded his mind. "Yes, I...I want you..."

"Am I just to die for?" Asmo whispered into the lesser demon's ear, caressing his cheek with one hand while entwining the other around the small of his back. This close, he could feel the pounding of Ornias's heart against his own chest, like sweet music to his ears.

"Y-yes...I...would die for you...."

"Am I just to die in writhing agony for?"

"Yes, Asmodeus..."

"Good. Then die for me, darling."

Ornias gasped as suddenly a wracking pain started in his groin, which traveled quickly like venom up through his veins across his torso and throughout his whole body. Blood dripped from his eyes and mouth as Asmodeus walked clawed fingers up into his back, tearing the skin beneath his coat to ragged ribbons. With the other hand still on the lesser demon's cheek, Asmo yanked his face towards him to meet his gaze. His charm powers quickly overtook the demon's control, and before he could stop himself, he thrusted his hand deep into his own chest, pulling out the still-beating heart to hold out like a present. The Avatar of Lust let the blood run down from his lips as he sank his fangs in for a bite.

"You really are too unsightly for something this beautiful," Asmo said with a sneer.

With that, he snatched the gem off of the demon's chest and sashayed away with a cheerful hum, not sparing another glance at the convulsing form left in the corner.

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"Oof! Solomon, please! I told you to be more gentle with me when you summon me! What if you bruise my beautiful body?!"

"Great, okay, it's not you," Solomon sighed with relief. "I suddenly felt one of my pacts brea-- Asmodeus, what is that you're wearing?" There was something oddly familiar about the red heart newly adorning the top of the golden scorpion that encircled the demon's torso.

"Ahahaha! Isn't it pretty?" the demon crowed happily, blood still dripping from his lips. "And it has so much power stored inside, too! It's just perfect for me, isn't it?"

"Oh, by the way," he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulling a ring off his finger to toss at the sorcerer, "I took care of your Ornias problem for you."

#obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me fics #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #om! asmodeus #demons being demons #writings #mod chaos in the devildom #had fun doing demonology research for this one

[nothing-but-dreamy]

SPARRING

Pairing: FFXV! Cor Leonis x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 1.783

Warnings: none, some flirting

Summary: You're a friend of Gladio. You visit Insomnia for a while and meet Cor Leonis for the first time - the perfect timing for some friendly sparring

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"Again!"

"I can't. I'm tired..."

"Your enemies won't get tired. Again!"

"Who's this?", you asked, leaning against the handrail of the balcony-like thing of the training ground where instructors could supervise the group training more easily from above.

Gladio stepped next to you with a grin. He wasn't surprised that Noctis' teacher had caught your attention so quickly, "That’s Cor Leonis. The Marshal. The leader of the Crownsguard."

"And the poor soul he's torturing is Noctis I guess.", you said, watching how Noctis tried to dodge one of Cor's attacks just to get the handle of the sword into his back which brought him down on the mat once again.

"Yes. He hates combat training but as a future king, he has to learn a few things.", Gladio explained, grinning as he saw how Noctis got challenged.

You frowned, seeing the young man panting for air. You could tell that he wasn't used to such a rough treatment, "He could need a break if you ask me. He looks exhausted."

"You're right but Cor is very... disciplined when it comes to combat training. Mostly in these tough times with Niflheim around the corner all the time.", Gladio said and shrugged his shoulders. If Noctis wouldn't learn some things now, it could be too late. Everyone knew that. Even Noctis.

You continued your way down the gangway to reach the stairs which led to the training ground, "But he won't train the prince any longer if he's dead. Hey, you’re Cor, right?", you said loudly. Your calling was enough to make the Marshal stop. Noctis stared at you and the way you addressed the immortal one. And even Ignis frowned by your boldness.

Cor turned around and looked at you with a questioning glance. He raised one eyebrow as he took in your small appearance, "Who wants to know that?"

"Me.", you just said as if that was enough explanation. You stopped in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest with a casual and relaxed stand.

Cor just mustered you again. You were so much smaller than he was. He even had to look down into your eyes. Into your beautiful eyes - but still. Cor was sure he had never met you before because he was sure the last thing he would have forgotten was your beauty and enchanting smile, "Okay and why? We're in the middle of a training.", Cor said, stemming his fists into his sides and making himself even taller to show more authority. Which you ignored completely.

You looked at Noctis who laid on the ground, panting for air, drenched in sweat and his arms and legs sprawled out on the mat in every direction.

You nodded into his direction, "Well, he could use a break. I mean, look at him.", you said, shooting an empathetic glance at Noctis' measly appearance.

Cor stepped forward, drawing the attention of your incredible eyes back to him. He already felt a certain reaction inside of him whenever you looked at him and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he wanted more, "No. His enemies won't give him a break as well.", he said serious.

You nodded slowly, "Yeah... I heard you saying that before. But there are no enemies except you right now. And if he's dead, he won't be useful to anyone.", you fired back with a grin as you saw that your argument hit a point.

"So, what? I just shall skip the next two hours of training because you pity the poor prince?", Cor asked and chuckled dryly, crossing his arms over his impressive chest.

You already liked the sight of this handsome fighter. His smirk was sexy, his appearance delicious and your mind already produced some dirty thoughts and fantasies, "Ok, what about this: we fight.", you suggested, stepping forward even more.

Cor laughed loudly, "What?"

Your grin grew even bigger, "We fight against each other. Just some harmless sparring. If I win, if I get you down, Noctis gets a break. If you win, he has to train three hours instead of two."

Noctis shot up from the mat, burning terror in his eyes "Hey! What? No!"

Cor leant down, closer to your face, "Deal! Show me what you got, kiddo. Weapon of choice?", he asked as he stepped back, looking forward to giving you some lecture.

"Your Katana against my daggers?" you asked, pulling out your blades almost out of nowhere.

Cor nodded, "Great."

"It is not sparring with sharp weapons.", Ignis said, slightly concerned as he saw the stubbornness in your face and also in Cor's.

Without looking at the blonde man you said: "It just extends the thrill, am I right, Marshal?"

Cor noticed the way you mentioned his title. There was something teasingly in your voice. Not mocking but provoking in a certain way that matched the sparkling of your eyes. All of that set every nerve in Cor’s body on fire, "Who starts? Since you seem to have an answer for everything."

"What about age before beauty?", you said sweetly with an innocent glance before the smirk grew back on your lips.

"Okay, now, I really wanna see if you're just a big mouth or if you have something to offer that will impress me.", Cor said, getting his Katana ready before both of you stepped in the middle of the room to have enough space.

Both of you were slowly circling around each other until you got finally enough. You stepped forward, trying to attack Cor with one dagger but he just stepped to the left, shoving your dagger aside with the tip of his sword, "Very hot-headed, don't you think? I saw in your eyes what you were about to do."

"Oh, yeah?", you asked, challenging with a cheeky smirk.

As Cor suddenly felt some pressure in his ribs and looked down, he saw your other dagger pressing softly through his jacket into his rib cage. He scoffed and smirked, "That was just luck.", he stepped back and undressed his jacket which gave you a perfect view of his trained body underneath the well-fitting fabric.

"It's impressive how fast yn is.", Ignis said and was immediately hooked on the playful fight between the tall, immortal and skilled Marshal and you, the one who was much smaller than your opponent while you showed no fear. Instead, Ignis, Gladio and Noctis saw your eyes sparkling with excitement. No matter what Cor did you answered perfectly. You attacked Cor and he was indeed busy with dodging and avoiding your sharp blades while he tried to find ways to put you under pressure.

"Yn, watch out when Cor steps to the right side. He will try to attack you from behind once you pass him.", Gladio said after a few minutes of just watching.

"Thanks, Gladdy.", you answered, already looking out for this new information if Cor would try something like this.

"Hey!", Cor called out, looking angry at Gladio but the tall, young man just chuckled.

You relaxed your stand a bit, lowering your daggers, "What? All is fair in love and war.", you said smirking while winking at Cor whose brows moved together again.

Before you continued, Cor took a safe stand while you were bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet. He realized that this was the reason behind your quick moves and your speed: you never stood still. Cor needed a way to get you off-balance to bring you down. He was sure once he got rid of your speed he would be successful.

You had seen Cor's glance at your feet. And you also could read his thoughts. It wasn't that difficult to see what he would try next. Once again, you looked at the Marshal. He was tall. Extremely handsome. A skilled fighter. All in all exactly what you loved in a man. And because you had enough of this kind of foreplay, you had an idea. You stepped forward, getting Cor's attention with this move and while you looked him straight in the eyes, you raised your daggers. One in front of your face, the other one in front of your chest. You just looked over the rim of your dagger into his eyes and in the next second you attacked him quickly.

Cor leant to one side, letting you run into nothing but air. He followed you, his Katana slid to the ground and as he saw you turning around to attack him once again, he grabbed your stronger arm in the middle of the air, swirling you around against his chest and forcing you to let the daggers fall with his strong grip around your wrists, "Game over.", he breathed against your ear.

His uneven breath shot shivers down your spine, goosebumps spread across your skin as his scent hit your mind. You knew one more, well-placed move and you laid on the mat but you still had an ace up your sleeve. You turned your head to look him in the eyes, the tips of your noses almost touched each other and the sexual tension could get tasted in the air between you and him. No matter what you felt, it was mutual, "Wow, you have incredible eyes. You're such a handsome man, Marshal. Extremely good looking. And to be honest, I really wanna kiss you.", you saw how your words hit him straight.

Cor stopped to breathe for a second. He just stared into your eyes which were sparkling seductively. He saw the smirk spreading across your lips which was so sexy, "W-what?", he whispered.

You took the opportunity, pushing your whole weight against Cor to get him off balance. You swirled him around and in the next second, Cor laid on his back on the mat with you sitting on top of him, straddling his crotch.

"Yes! Yn won!", Noctis cheered in the background.

Cor just stared at you doubtfully, not believing what had happened.

You leant forward, "What about this: you send the kids away and we train a bit more...privately. What do you say? I'm sure I can show you some more tricks.", you whispered.

"Noctis? Lesson is over for today. You can go. All of you.", Cor ordered and waited until he heard the door falling shut. Only then, he grabbed your face with his hands, feeling your soft hair between his fingers while pulling you down, "You're naughty. I think I have to show you some manners and how to respect others.", he whispered with a heavy voice.

“Yes, please, Sir. Show me what you like.”, you whispered before you crashed your lips on Cor’s - the official sign for round two.

#ffvx cor leonis #cor leonis #final fantasy 15 #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #final fantasy xv

[taexual]

i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane // JJK (22)

  jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college au

warnings: there is a timejump!!

words: 5.2k

  chapter twenty-two (final)

You had just left your house, already running late, when your phone lit up with an incoming call from Inna. Smiling with a good-natured roll of your eyes, you answered the phone. You already knew what she was going to say.

“Are you there yet?” you spoke into the phone, pressing it against your head with your shoulder while you put gloves on. It was chilly today.

“I’m by the entrance to the restaurant,” Inna replied, her voice manic. “I’m still in my car. I can’t leave. You might have to come and drag me in there by my hair.”

“Breathe,” you said, picking up your phone with a gloved hand before you looked around the empty street so you could safely cross it. “You can do this. It’s just dinner.”

“It’s dinner with his parents,” she shot back, still just as panicked. “I know you’ve known Jungkook’s parents as long as you’ve known your own, but it’s different for me. These people don’t know me. What if they hate me?”

You heard a beep on the line that indicated a new text message and pulled your phone back to check. It was Jungkook, sending you an exceeding amount of question marks and exclamation points; he had clearly noticed your absence.

“Well,” you started to say to Inna while you quickly typed back, OMW, and sent it to Jungkook, “they will definitely hate you if you ditch the dinner.”

Inna whined at this. “I called you for help.”

“How can I help you,” you couldn’t help teasing, “if your situation is different?”

Recognizing her own condescending tone in your words, she sighed heavily but made no attempt to correct herself as she pleaded, “please.”

“Alright, listen, it’ll be fine,” you said and almost stopped walking, too focused on the conversation. It was too cold to stand around on this late autumn evening, however, so you kept going as you spoke, “it’s the first time you’re meeting them, so you will most likely only talk about superficial things, like your education, your job, how you two met, how—”

“Most likely?” Inna repeated, distressed. “And what if they tell me, straight to my face, that they can’t stand the sight of me?

You couldn’t help but smile as Inna’s worries echoed your own when you and Jungkook were just starting to talk again. She’d found ways to convince you to be bold and give him a chance, so you owed it to her to be as encouraging as you could – even if it meant abandoning all plans and going over there to literally drag her into the restaurant by her hair as she’d said.

“They will not,” you told her firmly.

“But how do you know?” Inna demanded right back.

“Because you’re impossible to hate.”

“But what if they do?”

“Then, they won’t say anything,” you replied patiently, “because that’s a very rude thing to say to someone you’re meeting for the first time.”

Inna still found a loophole. “What if they’re extremely honest?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said. “It’s still rude.”

“But what if—”

“Inna—just listen,” you cut her off as you stopped by another crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, “the only honest conversation I’ve had with Jungkook’s mother,” you spoke, “was two years ago, after she came to see me on campus. Remember that? Before then, we were on friendly terms but we never talked about our feelings, or anything deep at all. She could have despised me deep down in her heart, I wouldn’t have known.”

Inna considered this for a second – while you crossed the street – and then you heard her sigh in defeat.

“Right,” she said, hesitating. She must have been running out of excuses. “Well, that—I’m not sure if that makes it better, actually.”

“Just go in there. Okay?” you said, your voice soft. You had experienced the fright that comes with being in a relationship firsthand, so you tried to find a balance between tough love and caring support as you told her, “open the door of your car, step outside, lock the damn car – so we wouldn’t have history repeat itself – and then walk into the restaurant. You can do that, can’t you?”

You couldn’t see, her but you could feel her roll her eyes when you brought up the “Someone Broke Into My Car, Please Help, There’s No Way I Could Have Left It Unlocked” incident that she refused to talk about again after the police officers laughed her out of the station.

“Sure,” Inna said, “I can do that. If I walk in and then immediately turn back around.”

“No,” you said. “You walk in, you go meet your boyfriend and his parents, and then you send me an invitation to your wedding as soon as the dinner ends.”

She laughed at this in what was supposed to be a sarcastic way, but, instead, she just sounded hopeful.

“You’re very funny,” she said.

“And you’re very late,” you tossed back as you checked your own watch and then sped up. “Go.”

“Okay,” she said with a deep exhale. You heard the door of her car open. “I’m going. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, pleased to hear that she was really moving. “And if I find out you didn’t actually go in there, we will have a serious conversation the next time I see you. It might get physical.”

“I shall therefore avoid you,” she replied with grandiose dedication and then added playfully, “which shouldn’t be hard, considering that you’ve switched me for Jungkook.”

Gasping dramatically to emphasize your offense at this accusation, you defended, “hey, you were the one who moved out as soon as we graduated. I was going to suggest we continued to live together off-campus.”

“Your boyfriend would have hired a squad of assassins to kill me if I’d agreed,” Inna said, her voice light. Her car beeped twice in the background of the call, proving that she really locked it this time. “Moving in with you has been his dream come true.”

“Well, I’m running late to his show,” you said, already breathless as you were near-sprinting towards the venue that was still at least two minutes away, “so we’ll see if he still wants to live with me after tonight.”

“Oh! Sorry, you should have told me you were busy.”

“It’s fine,” you replied. “I’m never busy to scold you like you’ve scolded me every day for the four years that we lived together.”

Inna laughed. “It wasn’t every day.”

“It was,” you countered, feeling a smile spread on your face at the memory. “I sort of miss that sometimes.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “Lunch tomorrow?”

“Oh, you’re making an appointment to get your ass kicked?”

“There’ll be no need for that,” she promised. “I’ve already left my car.”

“Okay, that’s good,” you said. “I’ll see you tomorrow at one, then. Be brave, soldier.”

You chuckled at your own joke but Inna only hummed in appreciation.

“Thanks,” she said again. “Have fun tonight.”

“You, too,” you said, catching your breath as you slowed down after spotting the crowd of people, queuing by the entrance to the venue – the concert, clearly, hadn’t started yet. “Text me when you’re home.”

“I will if I’m not dead,” Inna replied.

Ignoring that, you reminded her one more time, “love you!”

“Love you, too,” she replied before hanging up just as she opened the door to the restaurant – and just as you reached the back entrance of the venue.

Namjoon was already waiting for you there. He greeted you with a quick hug and, even though he had a smile on his face, he still couldn’t help but chastise you.

“You’re late,” he said as the two of you entered the building, “he’s pretending to be fine with it but, really, he hasn’t let go of his phone for the past fifteen minutes.”

“It’s my bad,” you replied, “I should have left the house early but I had to make some last minute changes on my project. Are his parents here?”

“They’re here,” Namjoon replied and then back-tracked, “is everything okay with your project?”

“Yeah, it’s all done, I’ll present it tomorrow,” you replied. “Is the band ready?”

The two of you were on the move to see Parental Advisory, so you had no time to stop and properly discuss everything you wanted to ask each other, but that wasn’t new to either of you. Ever since Namjoon joined the team as Assistant Manager – per Jungkook’s request, much to everyone’s disbelief – you two had learned to talk about several different topics at the same time without getting confused.

“They’re ready,” Namjoon nodded, grabbing your arm when you took a turn towards the stairs leading up to the private viewing room upstairs, instead of walking down the hall towards the changing rooms, “they’re still backstage. He’s expecting you.”

“Oh, of course,” you nodded, allowing him to guide you down the hall; you could already hear the excited shrieks of the band members as they warmed up for the performance. “Are you sure I won’t interrupt—?”

“Namjoon!” a voice screeched, forcing you both to flinch in surprise. “Jesus, you’re still here?”

Both of you turned to see the frustrated publicist half-jogging to catch up with you. She gave you a nod of acknowledgement and turned back to Namjoon with a look that demanded an explanation.

“Yeah, Jungkook asked me to wait for—” he started to say but the publicist turned around, indicating for him to follow after.

“Don’t ever do anything Jungkook asks you to do, I thought you knew that,” she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “Come on, let’s move! The manager is not doing his job because one of the sound guys keeps flirting with him, and he’s distracted. I need you to be his right hand.”

Giving you an apologetic smile, Namjoon caught up with her and you could still hear him mumble, “that’s what I am anyway.”

“Alright, then I need you to be his right and left hand now,” she said curtly and then stopped, giving you one more look. “You’ll find the changing room okay, love? He’s been waiting for you.”

“Yeah, I’m going there now, thanks,” you replied, turning around towards the animalistic growls that would have sounded threatening if you hadn’t heard them so many times before.

You felt yourself smile as you knocked on the door gently and then turned the handle to enter. You’ve seen Parental Advisory in so many changing rooms over the past two years, there was virtually nothing they could do to surprise you, – which was why you merely sighed in content when you saw the boys jumping around the room and banging on their chests like gorillas infected with rabies.

Jungkook was the first one who turned around when he heard the door open and, not having expected you to finally be here – just like every previous time you were late to see him, he had assumed you were dead in a ditch – he did a double take before he finally leaped across the room towards you.

“Where were you?” he asked in a frenzy as he wrapped his arms around you as if the last time he’d seen you was months ago and not just this morning over breakfast, “I thought I asked Namjoon to walk you here.”

“Sorry, I’m here,” you replied, your chest cavity always turning into mush whenever he hugged you like that. “Namjoon did walk me, but your publicist—hey, you’re dressed already, aren’t you supposed to go up on stage?”

“We are. Soon,” he said and then, not intending to make you sound guilty, he added, “I was just waiting for you.”

Your eyes widening, you scolded, “Go! You’d perform just as well without me.”

Not letting you push him away from you, he kissed you instead – just quickly enough so the other members of the group wouldn’t notice, but long enough so you’d get to taste the familiar mint and strawberry on his lips.

“I know,” he said when he pulled away.

The confident grin on his lips surprised you even though it shouldn’t have.

“Oh, you do, then?” you asked.

“I do,” he replied, still smirking. “But I still need you with me all the time.”

“Hmm, right,” you spoke. “And having me around that often is not exhausting at all?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said and, this time, he had every intention to make you feel guilty, “you keep leaving me by myself.”

Laughing because he was exaggerating and he knew it, you nodded your head in the direction of the other boys in the room – they were finished with their warm-up and were now busy making stupid expressions in the vanity mirror.

“You have your whole group with you,” you told Jungkook.

“They don’t count,” he replied dismissively.

Walking by at the right moment, Yoongi patted Jungkook’s shoulder, surprising him, “thanks a lot, friend. We’re going in five.”

He walked away before Jungkook could reply, throwing the younger boy a look over his shoulder to confirm that he’s not actually angry, but they really do need to head out now.

“Go,” you said, forcing Jungkook to return his attention to you. “Break a leg. Actually, break them both.”

He laughed, kissing you once more and not pulling away this time – not until he heard Taehyung groan dramatically as he walked past you two.

Awarding his bandmate with a roll of his eyes, Jungkook smiled at you. “I’ll see you after?”

“Of course,” you nodded.

“Promise?” he asked because this had become a ritual between you two.

“Promise,” you answered just like you’d done before every other Parental Advisory show for the past two years.

For the first time in their careers, Parental Advisory performed at one of the biggest venues in town – it took them years to get here but they always knew they would.

And yet, as they reached the middle of their set-list and paused for a ment, they still couldn’t take it all in – it felt surreal how the dozens of people who came to hear them perform had gradually turned into hundreds, making them legends on campus. And then hundreds turned into thousands, and made them into a viral sensation that virtually no one could resist singing along to.

You couldn’t help but give in to the intoxicating atmosphere as well.

The Parental Advisory performances – and the after-parties that followed; even if, nowadays, they were hosted at night clubs with the biggest capacity available in a particular town – were still an unforgettable experience, even more so when lighting and special effects were added into the mix.

Dancing along to the songs you’d heard a million times now, you cherished every second of this night as if you were never going to see it again.

But you knew you would.

The band had two more performances scheduled at this venue. And they had forty more left on the tour across the country.

Granted, they would have probably had far less if it weren’t for Namjoon.

Ever since you graduated and Jungkook managed to find a way to see eye-to-eye with Namjoon, he became one of the main reasons why Parental Advisory started to advance so quickly, releasing new songs that took the musical charts by storm and performing shows that prompted international magazines to question how it was possible for the band to fly under their radar for so long.

Namjoon never imagined himself working for a group he’d never particularly liked before, but this was precisely what he’d studied for: he knew the steps to success and he knew the people who’d help them climb those steps, too. And, as it turned out, he loved being a part of this ride as well.

The sudden mainstream popularity had come quickly but the members were ready for it.

Even Jungkook who found himself in a new sort of relationship with his father – one where they weren’t talking to each other unless it was absolutely necessary. This arrangement pleased them both but Jungkook knew it couldn’t be permanent. His father didn’t simply decide to quit talking to him; he just didn’t know how else to express his disappointment that his son had chosen his band instead of the family company.

Miraculously, Jungkook had found a way to make sure his father didn’t kick him out of the house he grew up in – the house he had just returned to – and that was when he announced that you and him were moving in together one Sunday night dinner.

His mother was overjoyed. His father – startled by the way she leaped from her seat in uncontrollable excitement – was forced to quit simmering in silent disappointment, and express his support as well. Even though it wasn’t what he was hoping for, Jungkook’s father got exactly what he wanted – his son had grown up.

As it turned out, when you agreed to help Jungkook get himself together, you weren’t doing it so he could take over the family company, but rather, so he would be able to show his father what he really wanted to achieve in life.

And he’d done that.

He’d done that so well, in fact, that both of his parents were now clapping along to the rhythm as they sat behind you, by the bar of the VIP booth. They both waved at you when you turned to look.

When you looked back at the stalls, you saw what you’d seen many times before – the people sang and danced along, their eyes burning with fires so big, it was like they were asleep before they came here, and this music was what made them finally wake up and realize that they were alive.

You would never grow tired of watching the venue come to life as soon as the band played the first few notes.

You would never grow tired of the way the members of Parental Advisory lost themselves in their audience, and the audience lost themselves in them.

And you would certainly never grow tired of that fact that every time, right before they started the encore, Jungkook would find you, wherever you were in the audience.

“I love you,” he would mouth soundlessly, and you’d hear him loud and clear, past the noisy ambiance of the venue, no matter how far away from him you were.

While the rest of the Parental Advisory members left to prepare for a long night of partying ahead, you and Jungkook left the venue on foot, purposefully choosing to take the long way home.

“Are you sure you didn’t want to go to the club?” you asked again as you walked through an empty park, holding hands and enjoying each other’s warmth on an otherwise cold night. “It’s the first performance out of three, the members will miss you.”

“They’ll be too drunk to notice I’m gone,” he replied, smirking as he added, “besides, tonight gives them an occasion to break out another bottle of absinthe and we both know how much you love that.”

Scrunching your nose, you reminded him, “I could have waited for you at home. Just because I can’t go to the party doesn’t mean you shouldn’t—”

“I need you with me at all times,” he replied, “remember?”

“I am with you at all times,” you said.

“Except when you’re off breaking records at work,” Jungkook teased.

You lowered your eyes and did not get to see the way his face beamed with pride. You’d become the youngest Team Manager the company’s ever had, and you’d done that on your own, choosing to find a workplace where you could try to build your career from the ground up, instead of getting an—unfair—advantage of working for Jungkook’s father.

Your promotion came several months ago now, but Jungkook was still proud.

“I’ve only broken one,” you replied humbly, “and it hardly counts. Soon enough, there will come someone who’ll become Team Manager at an even younger age than me.”

“Still,” Jungkook shrugged, gently rocking your intertwined hands back and forth as you walked down the deserted park. “I don’t get to see you as often as I’d like because you’re working all of the time. I’m not even sure if you eat at all when you’re away from home.”

“We always have dinner together,” you reminded him with a smile – because coming home to him has been the favorite part of your day – and then added as an afterthought, “hasn’t it been two years that we’ve been together?”

“You counted?” he asked, a teasing grin on his lips. “How sick of me are you?”

“A little,” you joked, and then had to run after him as Jungkook dramatically dropped your hand and broke into a run, putting more distance between you. 

Catching up with him, you grabbed his arm with both of yours and forced him to slow down. “Hey, come on! You know I’m joking!”

Your voice was full of humor and so was his when he replied, “your jokes were always terrible.”

It was your turn to let go of him as you took a step back and demanded, “you take that back!”

Laughing, Jungkook walked towards you so he could envelope you in a hug, all while you watched him with mock-offence. He pulled away from the hug a second later to wipe the expression off your face by pressing his lips to yours.

“It has been two years,” he said then, keeping his arms comfortably wrapped around your waist, “and somehow I’m still not used to the fact that we can just… do whatever we want together. Stand here like this. Jump into that pile of old leaves if we feel like it.”

Laughing, you shook your head.

“Maybe let’s do the leaves some other time,” you said, leaning into him by resting your head against his shoulder. “Unless we’re much more used to each other in a few years and we don’t want to roll around in leaves anymore.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” he replied, closing his eyes for a moment when the smell of your hair reached his senses. He hadn’t gotten used to that, either. “I think this is something that I’ll always have a hard time believing to be real.”

You could feel the way your heart rate slowed down when you leaned against him. It suddenly seemed impossible that, just a few years ago, enjoying each other’s company in an empty park in the middle of the night, would have been merely a dream – something you woke up from when morning came.

“Maybe it’s because there are no people around,” you suggested, “and that’s why this feels surreal.”

“No, it’s like this all the time,” Jungkook disagreed, exhaling as he put one of his hands on the back of your head, holding you against him. “It makes sense, though, doesn’t it?”

Distracted by the feeling of him so close, you mumbled, “what does?”

“The disbelief,” he said. “I mean, two years ago, would you have thought we’d be here? Standing like this, under this leafless willow tree, probably looking sort of creepy to anyone who might walk by?”

Chuckling when he turned something that could have been romantic into a potential to get arrested, you shook your head against his shoulder. “No. I definitely didn’t. But I’m glad we are. Even if we look creepy.”

“Hmm,” caressing your hair, he hummed with a satisfied smile, “I’m glad, too.”

“Do you think we’ll still be here another two years later?” you asked. “Looking creepy to anyone who might walk by?”

It was Jungkook who couldn’t resist laughing this time as he replied, “I hope so.”

He wasn’t certain – he didn’t promise you that you would definitely still be here – and perhaps that made sense, too. He said he’d never lie to you and you couldn’t expect him to start now, not even if a promise of forever would have been the appropriate thing to give in a situation like this.

“I’d like that, though,” he added after a moment. “I’d like to think you’d have enough patience to deal with me for another two years.”

You were about to smile at the on-going joke about how you were “putting up” with him, but then stopped yourself because, truth be told, it wasn’t funny. Not in this context and, actually, not in any context at all.

“You’re not a nuisance to me,” you told him--as you have a dozen times before--but your voice was too quiet to make it sound as impactful as you’d hoped, so you added, louder, “I love you.”

“I know,” he replied and continued, in an almost defensive manner, “but, because we’d already been apart from each other before, it’s hard to just start believing that we have a happily ever after ahead of us. You know what I mean?”

You pulled your head away from his shoulder and looked at him. “That’s—”

“But,” he cut you off after catching the terror in your eyes, “at the same time, if we’d never separated before, it’s possible that we wouldn’t be here at all right now. So, maybe it was all meant to be.”

“Do you really believe that?” you asked, not concealing your skepticism and the fear that was still present in your chest after he’d revealed that he didn’t believe in your happy ending. “Do you think it was necessary for us to spend some time apart so we could find ourselves here?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I’d like to think that everything happens for a reason and that every action leads to something else. Sort of like a Butterfly Effect. So, maybe suffering for seven years was worth it because it prepared us for a lifetime of happiness ahead.”

He could see the way your face contorted painfully for just a second – you were always sensitive when it came to cliché lines – and it brought a smile to his face. He was happy, and even more so when he realized that, two years later, you had learned how to talk about your seven-year break without suffocating.

Two years later, it became one of the obstacles you had overcome. One of many, maybe, but if you’d survived that, there was little you couldn’t survive.

“I don’t think suffering of any kind should be worth it in the end. I think it’d be better if we didn’t suffer at all,” you argued but then settled, a moment later, “I do agree that unhappiness makes you appreciate happiness more, though.”

“See?” he grinned, choosing to consider this as a compromise. “Meant to be.”

“Well, since it sounds like the universe loves kicking us where it hurts the most,” you spoke, the smile on his face easing the anxiety that his previous uncertainty about your future had brought, “why don’t we go for those additional two years, too? Or more if we’re lucky. Even if we aren’t really meant to be. Especially if we aren’t. Just to spit the universe in the face.”

Laughing, Jungkook hugged you tighter until you were pressed against him and could no longer see his face.

“We are lucky,” he said, cherishing every moment with you because he never knew how many more of them he’d get, and that was okay, because he stood here, holding you tightly in his arms, and nothing else existed to him but this moment. He finished, “but only because we decide to be.”

“Yeah?” you played along, hugging him back with an equal amount of love and force. You’d unintentionally started a war of Who Could Squeeze The Other One Tighter. He was winning as you asked breathlessly, “so, there’s no such thing as destiny, then?”

“No, there is,” he replied, letting go of you when he realized that his grip on you might have really done some serious damage to your lungs. You were smiling when you pulled away from the hug, however. He added, “I’m the one who gets to decide what my destiny is, though.”

“And what’s that?” you asked.

“Yo—”

“If you say ‘you’,” you gave him a warning look, “I will smack you.”

He laughed, puffing his chest in preparation for a punch that he knew might come; you weren’t really kidding about these things.

“That’s mean,” he said then, and, as a ploy to extract pity – but also because it was the truth – he added, “I love you.”

Naturally, you replied, “I love you more.”

Naturally, he protested, “no, you don’t.”

It annoyed you that he always did this but, at the same time, it was such a familiar trait of this, that right here, right now, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth in your chest spread to your face as you smiled, despite yourself.

“I do,” you argued, still grinning.

“You don’t,” Jungkook insisted.

“I do.”

“You d—”

Knowing what was coming – and how long it’d be before you’d reach the end of this argument – you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, promptly shutting him up.

When you heard him inhale in surprise, his lips moving against yours to respond to the kiss, you pulled away.

Breathless, even though his lungs were full of oxygen, Jungkook nodded, impressed.

“Nice,” he commented.

“Yeah?” you snickered. “Maybe I’ll use that to win all arguments against you.”

“Cool,” he agreed. “Maybe I’ll use that to start more arguments with you.”

Thrilled to feel that excited jump of your heart each time you naturally slipped back into flirting – even two years after you started to date – you bit back, “more than you do now? Impossible.”

Raising his eyebrows, he returned to his College Frat Boy roots as he inquired, “is that a challenge?”

Laughing, you pulled away from him far enough so he couldn’t reach you, only to end up right by his side again when he took both of your hands into his, not letting you stray too far from him.

“Is everything a challenge with you?” you countered, the feeling of his warm hands against your cold ones comforting.

“It is,” he said, serious. “And I’m winning.”

“How so?” you asked.

“I have you.”

You looked ready to punch him again so Jungkook took both of your wrists into one of his hands and covered his face with his free hand, blocking his view of your defeated expression as you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t a challenge,” you replied, choosing to avoid violence when you knew he was strong – and dedicated – enough to lift you up and throw you over his shoulder if he felt like it.

“You were,” he disagreed, dropping his hand to his side. “Admit it, you thought you’d be insane to let me back into your life.”

“I still think so sometimes.”

You were joking and he couldn’t lose the cheerful tone of his voice, either, as he asked, “do you regret it?”

“Abandoning my sanity to be with you?” you clarified.

Snorting, Jungkook nodded.

“No,” you answered without a second thought. “Even though I probably should.”

Laughing – because he didn’t think he was ever happier than he was in that moment; although, to be fair, he felt so about every moment with you – Jungkook hugged you tighter, spinning you around in a half-circle so unexpectedly, you squealed at the feeling of your feet leaving the ground for a full second.

“I love you,” he said once he put you down and pressed his forehead against yours. “My destiny isn’t just a few more years with you. It’s a few more decades. And now that I’ve said it out loud, it has to come true.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to catch your breath and felt yourself smile even though your stomach contracted unpleasantly when Jungkook purposefully chose to voice his thoughts in the cheesiest way he could manage.

“I love you more,” you told him and then, realizing your recklessness, rushed to add, “and don’t you dare—”

“No, you don’t.”

He was provoking you and you knew it but, honest to all that was holy, you didn’t mind it one bit. 

Pressing a kiss to his lips to distract him and change the topic, you felt Jungkook hold onto you tighter as he smiled into the kiss, thus confirming that this was precisely what he was hoping would happen.

“I’ll take it I win, then,” he said after you pulled away to take a breath and felt the cold breeze on your face.

“Let’s talk about that home,” you replied. “I’m cold.”

“Yeah?” he let go of you so he could zip your jacket up to the very top and then unfold your collar so it would cover up more of your neck. Then, once he was content with the amount of warmth your jacket could provide, he took your hand again. “Let’s go home.”

fin.

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[deexchanel]

Don't do this to me.

Word Count:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Angst, Sadness.

Summary: Charmaine's first mission with the team but it doesn't end well and the team loses a member.

Go to the series masterlist before you read this chapter, if this is your first time: Charmaine

A/N: Okay so I feel way more comfortable posting this chapter after I said I wasn't going to post the rest. Let me know if this cringy, I love feedback.

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The day was Friday and it was the same as any other day, Charmaine was back home from her class, Peter was getting out of school, the team either train or helped find the location of the Hydra base that held the scepter. One month after the avengers been staying in the tower. The relationship between Charm and Bucky was growing every day, at times they act like a couple without even noticing.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" Charm questioned while washing the few dishes that were in the sink. Bucky walked over placing a kiss on her cheek and putting his dirty plate in the water.

"I loved it, that lobster mac and cheese was amazing."

She blushed at the comment and his boldness of him kissing her on the cheek. He winked then walked over to the couch sitting down beside Sam, joining him in the movie that was playing. Bucky let go of the nervous breath he was holding,  he seemed confident on the outside but on the inside, he was scared as fuck.

Charmaine wasn't no easy girl that he would flirt and take home the same night in the '40s. She was the girl that he wants to get to know fully, learn the little things about, be himself around. So most time he was around Charm, he was nervous as hell praying that he wouldn't say something dumb.

Charmaine hummed one of her favorite songs while cleaning up the last dish thinking about a certain long-haired brunette. She turned around coming face to face with spiderman who was hanging upside down.  The 21-year old let out a yelp clutching her heart.

"Peter don't do that !! What the hell dude."

"You okay Charm?" Bucky questioned from the couch looking over at her. He saw Peter hanging down so his concerns washed away. "Oh, Peter just scared her."

"Yeah, you alright?" Sam asked as well not taking his eyes off the screen, ignoring what Bucky just said.

"Sorry Champagne, I just came back from patrol and I rushed in here before you left to ask you this. Can you make brownies? I wasn't here the last time you made them and everyone said they were good. " Peter rambled as he let himself come down, sitting on top of the perfectly clean marble countertop.

"They were!" Sam chimed in.

"See! I want to try them." Peter pout poking out his lip.

"I be spoiling you guys I swear. I'll make some just for you Peter."  Charm groaned playfully, opening the cabinet grabbing the brownie box. "Get your ass off my counter, I just cleaned it."

Peter hopped off happily," So? You and Bucky?"

"Peter if you continue to say something about that topic, I'm not making the brownies." She warned looking in the fridge for the eggs.  Maria walked in from the elevator with a serious face grabbing everyone's attention.

"They found the base. Cap said suit up and meet them in the lab in 5. Peter, Happy is downstairs waiting for you."

Everyone nodded and Charm hugged Peter. Tony had let slide with one of his kids going on the mission, not both so Peter was going home until they got back. She kissed his forehead.

"This mission shouldn't take long, I'll be back to make your brownies. Be good for Aunt May."

" I am Champagne, be safe and please come back. "

"I will Petey. I'll always come back."

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Charmaine walked in beside Sam as they were the last two to join the rest in the lab. She found a spot beside Scott. Everyone was in full armor ready to go except Bruce and Tony because you know.

"Glad of you two to finally make it," Tony said sarcastically then started swiping away on his tablet. It projects a hologram of what seems to be Rome. "We are going to Rome. Intel tells us that hydra has a camp in the countryside."

The hologram shows a huge vineyard with a building that looked abandoned with little buildings surrounded.

"Inside sources tell us that the person who is over this organization called M.A.Z.E is supposed to be visiting any moment now. We're taking down two operations at once so be prepared for this mission to be one of the hardest." Maria said reading something off her tablet. Charm snuck a glance at Bucky who was in his winter soldier attire. She hoped that this mission wasn't going too hard for him.

"Brief explanation. Stay focused at all times, take out as many as you can, feeling overwhelmed? Walk it off. Get in, Get out. Anyone that has the chance grabs the scepter." Steve spoke with determination.

"When we get there we fight anyone that comes our way. Sam or Stark will find a way to get us in. Charm you stay by someone at all times okay? first mission and we don't want to lose you."

"Gotcha." Charm nod her head understanding his rule.

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Inside the quinjet, she sat beside Bucky. Both had their mask off to communicate with each other. Everyone was in either their own zone or in a conversation. Bucky closed his eyes so he could converge on how to not lose control of himself, he didn't want to completely turn back into the winter soldier.

"You like my suit?" Charmaine asked softly taking him out of his trance.

Bucky turns his head giving a smile, "I like it. You make it look good and very badass."

"I feel like a badass." She jokes making them laugh. As their laughter died down, Charm grabbed his hand pulling it in her lap. "Are you okay about this whole mission? I know history with you and hydra isn't really that good."

"I should be good, I just don't want to be captured again, you know? Steve and I are still working on me not reacting to my trigger words. It's hard but it's working. Plus I got you fighting by my side so we are going to be the coldest duo."

"Well I'm not going to let that happen, you protect me so I'm going to always protect you . If you don't mind, I could help with the trigger words? I'll be there to hold your hand or something." Charm said with quiet empathy giving him a soft smile. " Coldest duo? Well, this mission should be over in no time. When we get back can we finish watching Legally Blonde? You fell asleep before it started leaving me up by myself."

"I'll check with Steve when we do it the next time, I wouldn't want you to get hurt if anything happened," Bucky said nodding his head towards Steve. " And I told you that I was tired! You didn't listen and put on the movie anyway."

"I'm not going to get hurt and I thought you were playing!" Charm said in defense then calmed down. "Hey, Bucky?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm always going to be here for you okay? You mean the world to me and I don't want to lose you under no circumstances." She said holding his hand to her face. Charmaine looked him in the eyes, showing that she was serious. A world without Bucky is a world that she can't live in. She needs him.

His hand opened and Charm cuddled to it. Bucky looked at her in admiration rubbing his thumb against her cheek. He admits it, Buchanan was head over heels for her,"You mean the world to me as well so don't think you're going anywhere. You're my lucky charm."

In the next four hours, they had arrived Rome's countryside and everyone prepared for landing. Charm stood next to her dad as his Iron Man suit connects over his body. Before his helmet covered his face, Tony turned to Charm.

"Kiddo, be safe alright? Don't get hurt or anything."

"I will." She reassured and he kissed her forehead. 'Now thinking about it Tony has a weird way of expressing his feelings' Charmaine thought to herself. The doors to the jet opened and Steve spoke up, "Stark, Sam you're up!"

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A/N: I am not good with action so skipping to the juicy part.

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Charmaine ran down the hallway trying to find the exit to the big building. Thor didn't retrieve the scepter and they were still looking but time was winding down. She ran into this room where there were big computer screens on the wall with a closed-cell in the corner.

"Ahh, I have been looking for you." A female voice came from behind her making Charmaine turn around swiftly. "I'm Mazikeen and you are going to be on in my unit."

The room filled with tension as they circled each other not losing sight of one another. "Unit? I'm not going to be anyone's slave. Let alone let you lay a finger on me, so let go of that stupid ass idea you have." Charmie snapped holding her fist up. Mazikeen winked getting in defense mode as well.

"Snarky? I like that. Let's do this shall we?"

She swings on Charm who easily blocks it. The two fight hand-to-hand combat for a couple of minutes, none stop. Charmaine was getting tired but she held her weight up. She kicked Mazikeen on her back, placing her foot on her neck. The Demon grabbed her ankle smirking then rolled over making Charm fall on her side. She gets on top, pulling out her knife.

"This won't hurt one bit. Well, maybe just a little."

"Anyone have eyes on Charmaine? The building is going to blow in 3 minutes." Tony's voice came through the comm.

"I'm busy at the moment!" Charm yelled pushing Mazikeen's arms up so she wouldn't get stabbed in the face. The dark skin girl moved one of her hands to the side grabbing the demon's hair yanking it.

Mazikeen fell off and it gave her enough time to get back to her feet. Charm kicked her to stay down but Mazi grabs her foot mid-air then twist it making her body twirl, falling on the ground.

"I will have you to myself and make you my eternal flame. Right along with the other 3 elements. You are going to be the most powerful." Mazikeen leans down grabbing her hair yanking it making Charmaine cry out in pain. The demon moved her mouth close to Charm's ear with a sinister smirk.

"I'm going to have you kill anyone that stands in our way."

A guard's body flew in the door from someone kicking him through. Bucky walks into the room angrily seeing Mazikeen holding a handful of Charm's brown hair.

He runs over punching her in the face making the demon drop his lover. Bucky grabbed Mazikeen by the neck with his metal hand dragging her towards the closed-cell.

The bounty hunter's eyes widen from the pressure that was on her throat, she hit his arm repeatedly but that didn't do anything. Bucky flings her into the closed cell like she was discarded trash.

Charm sits on the ground rubbing the back of her head, the words haunting her mind. Bucky goes back over to help his best girl onto her feet.

"We need to out of here now."

But it was muffled because of the mask. She nodded putting her weight on him as they walked to the exit. On the roof, the two ran to the middle.

"We're on the roof! Bring the Quinjet!" Bucky yelled taking off his mouth cover. Charm was hunched over trying to catch her breath, she literally just fought 5 minutes straight now she doing a full-out run. She needed more exercise.

The explosion sounded off and the building shook. Just in time, the Quinjet hovered down lowly so they could get on. A huge crack in the roof separated the two.

The building was going to collapse.

They looked around frantically as Charm's side start to slowly but gradually fall.

"Jump!" Bucky yelled, holding out his hand.

Charm did as told, not even second-guessing, leaping off the fallen building. She catches the side of the broken roof, barely holding on with one hand. All she needed to do was use her upper body to lurch her forward so her other hand could grab his. Bucky bends over, reaching for her hand, not taking his blue eyes off her brown ones.

Charmaine's eyes were filled with fear, feeling herself slowly losing grip, "I can't reach it!"

"Use your strength, Charmaine. Grab my hand!"

"I can't, Bucky; my body is too tired. I feel myself slipping!"

"Charm, grab his hand! Bucky, you need to need to grab Steve's hand. That building is going to collapse any second! He will pull you guys up." Natasha said in the comms but was ignored by both.

Bucky leans forward more without noticing that he might fall himself, "I'm not leaving without you charmaine. grab my hand!"

"I'm trying!" Charm yelled when she tries to lift herself; it aches in pain. She drops her hand down in pain. Tears clouded her vision as she knew this was it; Bucky stared at her scratched-filled face knowing what she was thinking.  He shook his head; He can't lose her, not now, " No Charm, you're leaving with me!"

Charmie could feel the building she was holding on to began to fall, sobbing; she looked into Bucky's blue eyes one last time. "I'm sorry Bucky."

"No Charmie, you have time. Just grab my hand! P-Please." Bucky yelled as tears clouded his vision. "You're my lucky charm. I need you!"

The building collapsed, and his feet slip from under him. A hand grabs his keeping Bucky from falling in the rubble; Natasha lowered it down in time just for Steve to grab the back of his armor from falling with her.

"No!" Bucky stared in horror watching Charmaine screamed, falling into the explosion reaching out for him.

Steve gasp as tears fell down his face seeing the horrible fate of his sister.

There was nothing either could do.

With the help of others, Steve pulled Bucky into the quinjet.

Bucky laid on his stomach sobbing with heartache.

Tears weld in Thor's eyes as he saw that Charmaine wasn't on the jet. This didn't seem real to him; he couldn't accept it, "Where is Charmie? Why isn't my sister on this jet?!"

"Steve, where is Charmie?" Natasha asked, slowly getting up from the pilot seat as Clint took over. Her heart raced, hoping that he would say that Tony has her or something. Bruce grabbed her waist, but she snatched away from his touch.

"Natasha, sit down."

"Don't tell me to sit down! Where is she?!"

Steve couldn't say anything as he drops to his knees, breaking down. Sam catches him before he hit the floor. "I got you man."

The jet doors opened as Tony flew in; he raised an eyebrow to see the team in tears. He was getting files in this underground room but got out in time just as the building collapsed. He noticed someone was missing.

"What's going on? Where is Charmaine?"

No one answer, which made Tony panic.

"Where is my daughter?!"

"Tony, she died; she f-fell into the explosion," Scott informed him while wiping his tears.  Her falling replayed in Bucky's mind like it was his personal hell. Charm reached out for him, and he couldn't save her. He failed.

Tony's world crumbled as tears blurred his vision looking around the jet as if she was hiding, "What? Barnes tell me he's lying! Where the hell is my daughter!"

Bucky sat up now with his knees to his chest; he couldn't stop crying no matter how much he tried. He lost the one person that meant the most to him other than Steve, the person he saw a future with. His best girl is no longer here.

Tony sat down in a seat in disbelief; for once in his life, he cried. He completely broke down, not being able to hold it. She filled the lonely hole in his heart; everyone he ever loved was gone, and the person who made him happy.

Was gone too.

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It was evening time when they got back; they had been gone all day.

The living room was silent; the avengers sat down sulking and mourning. Bucky squeezed his eyes tightly closed as the memory of her falling hit his mind like a truck. Tony had his head in his hands, just letting his mind run all over the place. The elevator ding, and a frantic Peter walked out looking for Tony.

"Mr. Stark, I'm here! What happened? Is everyone okay? Are you okay?" Peter rambled, walking into the living room. He noticed everyone's sad behavior, then looked around for Champagne. "Guys?  Did something happen? Where is Charmaine?"

Tony gets up from the couch, going to Peter, engulfing him in a hug. Peter hugged back, shock that he did that but was still confused about what happened. "Mr. Stark, what's wrong?"

"She n-not co-coming back, kiddo."

"H-huh?"

"I'm s-sorry, kid."

"N-no, you're lying! This isn't a joking matter, Mr.Stark; everyone can put smiles on their fucking faces, and Champagne can pop up from under the couch." Peter said abruptly, pulling back from Tony's arms; doing a 360 to look around for a camera. Steve rubbed his hand over his mouth to keep from crying again.

"Queens, it's not a jo-joke."

Peter's face reddens from anger and sadness," She said she was coming back! She promised! What happened to her?!" Charmaine promised without even promising him because she always comes back. Peter prayed that this a sick ass joke; she was his best friend. Him and Her against the world.

"She fe-fell into the explosion Peter," Bruce said sadly; with that, Natasha broke down in his arms. Peter wasn't taking this well, and that broke everyone's heart even more.

"N-no guys, stop this, pl-please."Peter cried, shaking his head, then he looked Tony in the eyes. Her father nodded his head as a way of saying that it's true. Peter broke down mentally, " My Champagne is su-supposed to be here with me. My best friend is.."

Tony pulls his son into his arms; tears threaten to spill.

Peter sobbed his heart out.

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2:43 a.m.

Bucky's body lurched forward after grabbing the gun that was kept under his pillow for 'emergency purposes' raised at...

Steve.

"Bucky, drop the gun. It's me."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Steve." His fingers slowly lost grip of the gun, and the weapon dropped to his lap. His chest drew up sharply with each breath as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. Steve sat on the edge of his bed.

"It's fine Buck, you were yelling, so I came in here to see if everything was alright."

"I should be fine."

"Okay, I'm going back to bed and try to get some sleep before my morning exercise." Steve sighs, getting up from the bed. He wasn't getting any sleep at all, but he didn't want to tell Bucky that.

"Steve?" Bucky called before he could leave out the room. Steve stopped in his tracks looking at him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay with me and watch Legally Blonde? I was supposed to watch it with Ch-Charm when we came back, but..."

"I'll stay Bucky; I don't mind."

Bucky gave a small smile getting out of bed, grabbing some pillows and the comforter. Steve grabbed his laptop from the desk to find the movie. 5 minutes later, the two super soldiers were lying on the floor, eyes glued to the computer enjoying the movie.

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Awe this is a filler and it's long so bonus.

Give feedback plsss😂. If this is cringy let me knoww!

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[write-orflight]

Watch Over Me: Chapter One

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev -  Next

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: M

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: none for this chapter: innuendo, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Steve Rogers learns about the future from a woman stuck in the past.

A.N This is my jazz club reader fic I’ve been talking about writing. This fic isn’t gonna be long but I like it so I hope yall do too. I’m not using my perm taglist because it’s different than my normal content. reply, message, or inbox to be tagged. Devil Has Lilith will be updated Saturday.

Slang used in this chapter:

Dish: An attractive Woman

Butter and egg man: The money man, the man who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs.

Dip the bill: Have a drink.

Corn: Bourbon

Cake-eater: A ladies’ man

Jalopy: An old car.

Drop a dime: Make a phone call

Chapter 1: There's a somebody I'm longin' to see 

“I can’t watch this anymore!” Tony said storming into the compound’s kitchen one night.  Steve looked up from his sketchbook in confusion. “I can’t watch you sit in here another friday night. It’s tragic!” 

“Ugh, not this again, Tony.” Steve says, sighing. Nat and Bucky begin snickering next to him, knowing where the conversation was going. 

“Yes, this again. Cap, I excused it for the first couple of years because you were adjusting to the times but it’s been years! If you’re not on a mission, you don’t go out! Sometimes, when Pep is having trouble sleeping I describe your social life to her, puts her right slee--” 

“Alright, I get it!” Steve cuts him off, slapping Bucky, who was in full hysterics at this point, in the arm. “I know my personal life is--” 

“Non-existent?” Nat provides.   

“Dead?” Tony adds, laughing.  

“But it’s my personal life. I’m over 100 years old. If I looked it, you guys wouldn’t be questioning my staying home.”   

“Exactly, if you looked it, I wouldn’t. But you are not that old yet.” Tony says. “Come on, let’s just all go out once. If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you go out again. I’ll even get you a coloring book or a model ship, or whatever old people do.” 

“Fine.” Steve sighed, as the man next to him cheered. “But nothing like those places you typically go to. They’re too noisy and sweaty and--” 

“Yea I got it, old-timer. We’re not going anywhere like that.” Tony provides. “My friend recently opened a restaurant where their back room is a speakeasy, very accurately themed, you need a password and everything to get in. You’ll fit right in.” 

“Prohibition ended in the 30s.” Bucky says. “Long before Stevie could even drink.” 

“Even still, work with me a little here.” Tony says. 

“Fine.” Steve sighs.  

“Awesome. Now, you’ve got to come in costume to these things so I’ve already taken the liberty of telling my tailor to make you guys something.” 

“What if I had said no?” Steve asks. 

“Oh, Cap. You should know by now I don’t take no as an answer.” 

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  Steve shifted uncomfortably in his uniform. It was almost exactly like the one he would wear out during down times in the war though he knew it wasn’t the real one as that one was in the Smithsonian. Still, Tony’s tailor did a good job with seemingly all the costumes. Tony looked almost identical to how Steve remembered Howard back in the day. Bucky was in a uniform that looked similar to his back in the day, Glove covering his metal hand. Natatsha was in a sleek red gown, white gloves and pearls that was more modest than he’d seen her wear but still made her look drop dead gorgeous. 

Tony led them down a dark alley to what seemed to be a back door. Steve looked around confused as they entered the smokey hallway. At the end of the hallway there were two large doors and a lady with pinned up hair and a black shimmery dress, smoking with her feet propped up on the desk she was sitting at. 

“Evening gentlemen.” She croons in an english accent. “And lady. Are you lost?” 

“We have a meeting with Dr. Volstead.” Tony says, confidently. 

The woman tilts her head back giving all of you a once over. “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” She asks. 

“Yes, it is. But I prefer the rain.” Tony says.  

With that the woman stands and walks over to the large doors and knocks rhythmically 3 times. The doors open to reveal a large dance hall where couples are in full swing, laughing and drinking. A trio of girls crooned a faced paced song as a jazz band was playing behind them. For a moment, Steve did actually forget he was in the 21st century. 

“Enjoy Paradise, my friends.” The woman smiles, before shutting the doors to the outside world. 

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You were in the kitchen, taking a much needed headache break from the facade you had been putting up for your tables all night long when your Co-worker, Dalia, came up to you. 

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to trade tables with me.” 

You looked at her with a suspicious look. “Why?” 

“Come on, It’s a 4-top anyway. I’ll even trade you the party table for it.” That made you even more suspicious. “50 bucks for it, come on.” 

“Don’t trade, Y/N/N!” Your co-worker and friend/roommate, Jade added. “Tony Stark is in your section. I bet she only wants to give you 50 for it because she knows she’ll make 500.” 

“Come on, that’s not even why.” Dalia groans. “Black Widow is also at your table and you know she’s on my ‘Celebrities I have to fuck before I die’ list.” 

“God, are the rest of the avengers here?” You ask. 

“Not all but you know who is here?” Jade asks. “Steve Rogers.” She says, in a mocking singsong tone, jabbing you. Your crush on Captain America wasn’t really a secret anymore after you confessed it drunk one night. “And he looks almost edible.”  

You hum, you didn’t really feel like taking another table but this wasn’t a normal table. You doubt you had a chance but you weren’t passing up on serving Steve Rogers. 

“I’ll make you a deal. I still want that 50 bucks and we share the table, I’ll consider splitting the tip.” You say, the idea of making your rent in a night did appease you. 

“Deal.”

“Now ladies, I have a song to do.” You say, leaving the girls behind in the kitchen. 

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Steve, for the first time in a while it seemed, was having fun. Tony was right, he did feel like he fit right in here. He clapped with the crowd, as the three girls bowed and left the stage. The piano man stood up and took the microphone Steve could tell was only styled to look old but actually wasn’t that old. 

“One more time for the Duclaw sisters folks.” The smooth voiced man said into the microphone, inciting another round of applause from the crowd. “Our next performer is actually the last of the night.” That incited a few ‘awws’ of disappointment. “Don’t cry just yet because Old Gary never disappoints, our next performer is my personal favorite. Sings like a Canary and the Cat who caught it.” That induces a laugh from the crowd and a small chuckle from Steve. “And maybe if you’re good she’ll come on for an encore later. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Sultry Sounds of Y/N L/N.” He says, moving from the mic back to the piano as the crowd cheers. Steve watches the stage as arguably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen seems to glide out from the backstage. She’s wearing a floor length silver gown that seemed to glimmer with every step she took. Her hair came down in long fingerwaves, pinned back so you could see the sculpt of her face. Steve would be lying if he said that wasn’t his favorite part of her facade. She had on simple eyeliner, foundation, and a bold red lip he could probably see from mars. You were beautiful, in a timeless sort of way. 

“My, my.” She crooned in an sultry old new york accent that reminded Steve of the women he grew up around. “What would your wife say if she knew I was your favorite, Old Gary?” 

“She’d agree!” The man called from the piano, inducing the chuckle from the crowd. And a deep sultry one from you. 

“Well as they say, two’s just fine but three’s a party.” She winked at the old man in a way that would make Steve weak if he wasn’t already sitting. 

“You ok there, Cap?” Tony said, snapping Steve out of the mystery woman’s trance. “You disappeared for a second.” 

“I’m fine.” Steve said, fighting the flush that threatened to spread over his face. He looks out the side of his eye to Bucky, who was smirking at him knowingly. Of course, he knew. 

“You know, you saying something about being good got me thinking, Old Gary.” She said, as the man softly played behind her. “A good man is hard to find. Great men are great, bad men are good sometimes too.” She winked to the crowd. “But every girl wants a good man, someone to watch over her.” Old Gary seems to take the cue to start playing her song. 

“There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, ‘seek and ye shall find’” She began singing and it made Steve sit up in his seat. She had the kind of voice that was almost beckoning. She was becoming his own personal siren. “So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind”  

“She’s a looker, huh?” The server, who introduced herself as Dalia, said as she sat down Bucky’s drink. “Y/N’s the main dish of this place.” 

“I think I’m more interested in you, doll.” Bucky flirted, shamelessly. 

“And I think I’m more interested in dames, Soldier.” She says, winking to Natasha who smiles coyly at her. Steve hardly pays them any mind as his focus was on you as you finished your song and thanked the crowd and waved while Old Gary helped her off stage. 

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You were changing from your stage outfit into your floor outfit when Dalia burst into the locker room.

“Y/N/N, I actually think I might have a chance with Widow. I mean, she’s kinda been ignoring me the whole night but when I mentioned I was into girls she smiled!” Dalia ranted, excitedly as you nodded. You turned your back to her so she’d get the clue to zip you up which she does. “Also, you should’ve seen the way Steve Rogers was watching you sing. He totally wants to hit that.” That makes you perk up a bit. 

“I doubt it. I have it under good authority that he hasn’t hit anything in over 70 years. I doubt I’m what he’s been waiting for.” You laugh. “Still, it’s fun to think about.” 

Dalia tugs you out of the locker room. “Come on, let's get back out there.” 

You sighed before stepping out of the locker room and seemingly out of this century. 

You fake laughed with a guest at the bar as you grabbed your tray of drinks and made your way over to the table that had been making you nervous all night. You placed the four whiskey rocks drinks on the tables. 

“Courtesy of Dean.” You say, placing the drinks down. Stopping at Tony Stark. “Don’t know why? You seem to be the butter and egg man out tonight. 

“Butter and egg?” He asks, looking to Steve and Bucky. 

“Means money man, High roller.” Bucky explains, Steve nods. 

“Ah, well I am that.” Tony says, laughing. “I must say Miss, what was it? Y/N?” You nod confirming. “I have to say you are quite the performer.” 

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Stark. Go ahead, dip your bill.” You say pointing to the drink, Hoping they’d get the hint. They did of course, after seeing Steve and Bucky take a sip. You watch Steve grimace slightly at the taste of the liquor. 

“Everything alright, fella?” 

You watch Steve flush at the attention being tossed his way. You can’t help the confident smirk that graced your face knowing it was you that had Steve Rogers flustered. “I’m fine, I just don’t enjoy the taste.” 

You hum. “Yea, it’s the big cheese’s favorite drink and he’s known for liking it rough.” You wink, somehow making Steve flush more. That made you want to push it more. “I’ve got some corn in the back they call the Y/N because it feels really good when it’s going down.” That makes Steve choke a little and induces a hearty laugh from the group. “Can I get you a glass, Soldier?”  

“Y-Yea, I’d like that.” Steve flushes. It was almost fun at this point. 

“I’d love to try the real thing.” Bucky says, flirting right back with a smirk you knew has to make every girl in the 40s weak in the knees. You didn’t indulge him though. 

“Well, aren’t you a regular cake-eater.” You smirk. “I’ll be back with two glasses.”  

“I see the serum didn’t enhance your ability to talk to pretty girls.” Bucky laughs as you want away. Steve can’t help but become a little distracted by the sway of your hips. 

The rest of the night seemed to go like that. You bringing them drinks and flirting with the captain anyway you could just to see the pretty flush that spread across his face. But soon the time came for the superheroes to take their leave. As you sat the check in front of Tony, you brushed a hand over the Captain’s shoulder admiring the broadness of them. 

“You’ll come back and see me, Sugar?” You say, phrasing it like a question despite it not really being one. Steve nods, dumbfounded by you. You smile and wink at him before walking away. 

You’re in the kitchen eating the pizza you had ordered earlier when your manager, Dean comes out of his office for the first time that shift. 

“Y/N!” You roll your eyes when you hear him scream your name. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

“I’m eating dinner. Something I could’ve done on my break if I ever got one.” 

“You know you’re not supposed to be eating anything that couldn’t be made in the 30s. People pay for the illusion and if they see you gorging yourself on pizza, it ruins it.” 

“No one’s looking in the fucking kitchen, Dean.” 

“Uh-huh, and another thing. You know what kind of songs you’re supposed to sing.” You roll your eyes harder. You knew this argument was coming. “That song is from the 50s and you knew it.” 

“None of those bullshit hipsters know who Ella fucking Fitzgerald is!” You yell. “Much less what years her fucking songs came out. That song killed and that’s all that fucking matters.” 

“Change your set or you’re fired.” 

That makes you laugh in his face. “Uh-huh, as if you’re going to find a singer who’ll work as cheap as me.” You say, brushing past him. “See you tomorrow.” 

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Steve comes back to the bar the following week. He tells himself that it’s just for a quick drink but he knew the real reason was because he could not stop thinking about you. He also knew you were probably just being friendly because it’s your job to. He just needed you to reject him so he could go on with his life. 

He found himself in that hallway again approaching the woman he had seen last week. 

“Evening, Sir.” She says. “Are you lost?” 

“Umm.. I have a meeting with Mr. Volstead?” Steve questions, not really recalling the password fully. 

The woman hums. “Nice night, no?” She says. 

“I prefer the rain.” 

The woman sighs. “I’m sorry. I typically would let you in because I don’t really care but technically I’m not supposed to let anyone who doesn’t know the password in… even if  they are kinda famous.” She says. “The password changes every week. I’m sure if you ask Mr. Stark, he can find it for you.” 

“Oh, no worries. Sorry for wasting your time.” Steve sighs, turning back out the building. 

He’s approaching where he parked his bike when he hears a string of expletives being screamed followed with a car stuttering before not starting. He looks over to see a woman angrily get out of her car and lift the hood to see it smoking. The woman lets out another stream of expletives before kicking the tire and leaning her head on the roof of the car, defeated. For some reason, he feels compelled to go over and see how he could help. As he got closer he couldn’t believe his luck, it was you. He tapped you lightly on the shoulder and you turned with the beginnings of tears in your eyes. 

“Oh, Soldier!” You said, quickly turning around to wipe your eyes and putting the facade you typically used with customers back up. “I almost got offended when you didn’t come back to see me. Imagine a broad’s old luck.” You said, smiling flirtatiously. Steve didn’t buy that smile for a second. He could see in your eyes you were still upset. 

“Everything okay?” He asks. 

“Oh, everything’s swell! This old jalopy has seen better days, gonna drop a dime to a friend hopefully--” You cut yourself off, switching into your normal speaking voice. “Listen, I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking like this off the clock. I’ll drive myself insane. Please, don’t tell my boss. I’m already on thin ice for not ‘maintaining the illusion’.” 

Steve laughs, a weight suddenly feeling lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly you weren’t this mysterious woman who seemed to have all the right things to say and how to say them. You were human, just like him. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He says. 

“Good.”  You say, smiling briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve gotta call Triple A for a tow.” You say, pulling your cell phone out. Steve had to admit it looked a little weird to see you with a cellphone in your olden days attire. 

“How will you get home?” He asks. 

“I’ll probably hoof it.” You shrug. “Or take the subway.” 

“At night?!” Steve says, incredulously. “No, I can take you if you’d like.” 

You look at him, hopefully. “I don’t want to be a burden.” You say. 

“You won’t be one.” He smiles. God, that smile made you feel a little weak. 

“Okay.” You smile back. 

“Are you hungry by chance?” He asks, as the two of you walk back to his ride. “I was going to eat in the bar but I couldn’t remember the password.” He says, sheepishly. 

That makes you laugh out loud. “Those passwords are such bullshit, Dean keeps changing them to keep it ‘exclusive’ but they always end up online anyway.” You say. “Every server has their own password, to keep track of regulars coming in. If you tell them you have a rose delivery for Mae, They’ll take you to my table no questions.” 

“Mae?” Steve asks. 

“For Mae West.” You explain, That makes Steve laugh again, of course you liked Mae West. “I could eat though. There’s actually a diner right down the road from here.” 

“Perfect.” He says, straddling onto his bike. He raises an eyebrow at you when you hesitate. “Something wrong?” 

“I’ve never ridden on a bike before is all.” 

“As long as you hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He says, smirking when he sees a flush creep over your face as he hands you his helmet. It was about time for you to be flustered by your interactions. 

“I have no problems with that.” You say, placing that helmet on your head after you straddle the bike behind him. Your hands are tight around his waist as the two of you ride out of the lot, leaving Paradise behind. 

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