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sharpshooter (joel miller x f!reader)

summary: after a long game of cat-and-mouse, you finally have joel miller where you want him. little do you know, you’ve walked right into his trap. pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 2.7k rating: 18+ explicit warning: oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie ao3 link: click here a/n: enemies to lovers! porn with no plot! FILTHY CONSENT! this story was really just an outlet for me to release a bunch of my sexual frustrations lately lmao. enjoy!

You’d been tracking him for weeks and it was finally about to pay off – literally and figuratively. As the sun sank into the horizon, Joel Miller’s silhouette disappeared into an abandoned shelter on the outskirts of the woods, and you knew this was your opportunity to get your reward from the Fireflies.

Once the moon’s glow lit the pathway to the safehaven, you began your descent towards the shelter. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you approached the rotting door, and with an aching creak of the hinges, you were inside.

Silence. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you realized the interior was seemingly unscathed. No cabinet doors swung open revealing their emptiness. No overturned shelves littering the floors. It appeared like no one had ever looted the place – a rare sight in this world.

You clicked on your flashlight for further investigation. There was a staircase in a corner of the room and you knew that’s where your target had to have disappeared to. As your flashlight shined over the room – the empty dining table, rickety shairs, dusty shelves – you noticed footprints.

Puzzled, you realized the footprints didn’t lead to the staircase like you thought they would. Instead, they had only gone a couple feet in front of where you stood before they disappeared. Everything went still.

By the time you turned around, it was too late; Joel had his gun pointed at your head the same way you had yours aimed at his.

For a moment, the two of you stood there with your eyes locked in a fierce stare. You had been told of the atrocities the man had committed, but had never been warned of how attractive he was. As your eyes bore into each other’s, there was a change – something shifted. There was a spark of something – what, exactly, you weren’t sure – but suddenly you were blinking, losing concentration.

Joel spoke first. “You’re not a bad shot,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You kept your tone even. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He cautiously lowered his rifle. “Look,” he sighed, raising his hands in surrender. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting tired of playing this game.”

You held steady. Focus. “Yeah? And what game is that?”

A smirk ghosted his lips. “The one where you pretend like you’re gonna finally shoot me.”

Livid by his insinuation, your fingers darted to the trigger – but Joel was faster. He instantly redirected the muzzle of your gun over his shoulder, sending a bullet flying through the air and shattering a window on the wall behind him, before shoving you against the wall.

“Careful there, rookie,” he chided, pinning your arms above your head. “Might do something you regret.” Towering over you with his calloused hands firmly locked around your wrists, you tried to ignore the flickers of fire stirring inside you.

“I wouldn’t regret it,” you seethed through gritted teeth. You pounded your head against the wall in frustration – for not killing him when you had the chance, for getting caught in his trap, for feeling an undeniable desire infect your thoughts. You glared up at him through your eyelashes. “I’d get my fucking pay and move on with my life.”

Joel’s grip tightened. His jaw clenched as he considered your words. “That it then?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. His dilated pupils scanned your face. “You just taking orders?”

You ignored his question and winced. He was squeezing your pressure points and he knew it. While your eyes searched for a way to break free, your mind became further plagued by the man in front of you. His body was so close. His warmth was so palpable. And he smelled of pine and whiskey – the scent sending your hormones into a frenzy. You swore you were getting drunk off his closeness alone.

In seconds, he flipped you around and flattened your chest against the wall. “I asked you a question,” he warned, now holding your wrists at the small of your back.

Despite the hostile environment, he kept a respectful distance from your body. Besides his hands that shackled your own, he didn’t touch you – and it made you absolutely ache.

With nothing at this point left to lose, you couldn’t help yourself. You listened to the carnal urges whispering in your ear and gave in to fueling the fire inside of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Joel asked as your hand massaged his pants from behind you. It was hard to perfectly align your palm with his crotch, but your intentions were clear.

“Something I won’t regret,” you answered, your voice much softer than you intended. There was a hint of a plea in your tone. Pathetic. However, your movements grew confident as you felt his pants tightening beneath your touch.

Joel traced the tip of his nose over the skin behind your ear, testing you. “This some sort of trick?” he murmured, his breath sending goosebumps down your spine. “Or is this real?”

Your eyes fell shut at his touch. His deep voice and southern drawl were as smooth as honey as he spoke into your ear. Your body buzzed with want as your hand grew more fervent over his pants.

You arched your back against him, attempting to rub your ass over his crotch, while your hand now clung to the hem of his shirt. “I’ll show you,” you whispered over your shoulder, raising your head to give him further access to your neck, “if you let me.”

Joel loosened his grip on your right wrist, but continued to hold your left one secured against your back. “Go on then, baby,” he murmured. “Show me what you want.”

You placed your hand over his own and guided it across your body. Slowly, you traveled up the span of your stomach to your chest and squeezed your hand over his, letting him feel your pebbled nipple through your shirt. He tenderly massaged your breast and already, you could tell so much about the man you had been hired to kill - how his touch was strong yet gentle, careful yet confident.

Under your hand’s lead, he continued to explore your body lower. As your hand snaked into the waist of your baggy pants, Joel buried his head into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you guided his fingers over the top of your panties.

Relinquishing control, you placed your hand against the wall now as Joel fingered the wet warmth pooling in the center of your underwear. “This all for me?” he purred into your neck before nibbling gently. You gasped at the sudden contact of his teeth, but eagerly nodded as his fingers delicately traced every dip and curve of your core.

“I told you,” you panted, cautiously turning around to be face-to-face again. “It’s real.”

For a moment Joel studied you like he was trying to figure out what to do next with you. You resisted the urge to beg him to touch you and did your best to wait patiently. Then, in one fluid motion, he was lifting you up and sitting you on the edge of the table.

Your hands planted on the surface behind you as Joel lifted your foot. With slow, deliberate movements, he began unlacing your boots one at a time. Next, he instructed you to lift your hips and pulled off your pants, leaving you in nothing but your shirt, coat, and soaked panties while he remained fully dressed.

Once he had your bottom half how he wanted it, he remained standing and placed your foot over his shoulder. “Been a long time since you were properly fucked?” he asked, turning his head to place a delicate kiss on the inside of your ankle. His scruff tickled your skin and you found his leisurely pace torturously frustrating.

“Y-Yeah,” you nodded, eyebrows furrowed in anticipation as you watched his lips trail more kisses up your calve towards your thigh. His eyes locked with yours for a moment and your stomach dipped at the delicious look painting his face. He looked like a starving man about to devour his first meal.

As he approached your thighs, Joel repositioned himself on his knees. He gently lifted your legs and placed them over his shoulders, before returning to your supple flesh. “You really need it, huh?” he mused, dragging his tongue up towards your panties. When you could only swallow a lump in your throat and nod, voice dry, Joel cooed. “Poor baby.”

Unable to restrain yourself, your fingers threaded through Joel’s dark peppered hair, the thick curls lacing between each digit. You cradled his head in your hands, fighting the urge to finally make his lips meet your heat, and instead studied his face with quiet desperation.

“You want me to fuck you good, baby?” he asked. With his lips on the very edge of your panties planting a delicate kiss, he looked up at you for your response.

Your hands squeezed at his scalp as you nodded. “Please, Joel,” you whimpered, uttering his name for the first time. The sound seemed to trigger something in him as a glint of arousal flashed through his eyes.

“Say it all together,” Joel instructed, his warm breath fanning over the wet spot of your panties. He started to kiss through the fabric, letting his tongue suck and lick right where you were desperate for it.

Your head shot back in pleasure as you pulled Joel’s face against you. He allowed you to flatten his nose against your panties as you instinctively bucked your hips. “I want you to fuck me, Joel,” you whimpered, massaging his scalp as you held him against you. You grinded against his face. “A-And I want you to taste me.”

Joel growled in satisfaction as he swiped your panties to the side. Finally, you felt his breath directly on your skin, and keened at the sensation. Without missing a beat, he dragged his tongue up your opening, before taking your clit into his mouth. With a pleasurable hum, he sucked and stroked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Meanwhile, his hands hugged your thighs, pulling your body against him as much as possible.

A white-hot euphoria overtook your body. With Joel in complete control, the only thing you could do was hold on and ride the wave he was sending you on. “Joel,” you tried to warn him, leaning over his body. His lips continued to work against you, his warm mouth like a magnet to your heat. “Joel, you’re gonna make me…” you trailed, continuing to cradle his head.

Joel hummed in response and massaged his fingers against your thighs. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged, nuzzling his nose into you. His mustache tickled with every word and the combination of sensations was becoming unbearable to handle. “That’s it, let me see how good you taste, baby,” he murmured.

You made the mistake of looking down at him and that was it – you were done. At the sight of his strong arms hugging your thighs on either side of his head, his sharp nose flattened against your core, and his deliciously dark eyes staring into yours, you felt an electric wash of pleasure cascade throughout your body.

You arched your back and practically wept as you came. Panting, you struggled to pull him off of you, his hungry mouth desperate to lap up everything you’d given. “J-Joel,” you whispered, desperate to catch your breath. “Too much,” you explained, but he was deaf to your plea, still eating away at you. The pleasure faded into an overstimulated pain as he pushed you onto your back and continued to work over your clit.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, finally giving you a break and kissing up through the pubic hair covering your mound towards your belly button. He pulled your shirt up over your breasts and tugged down your bra. As your nipple met the cool air, it was quickly warmed up by Joel’s hot mouth and rugged breathing.

As he feasted on your chest, you heard the fumbling of his belt buckle. In seconds, the leaking tip of his cock was teasing your entrance. You raised your head, desperate for a look at his cock tantalizingly close to your opening, but were blocked by Joel still on your chest.

“What is it, baby?” he asked, trailing his mouth to your collarbones. “You want to watch the moment I slide my cock inside of you?” he asked. His lips enclosed around your chin and nibbled up your jawline.

“Mhm,” you nodded with a fervent whimper. Joel smirked. He rested his forehead against your own and took in the sight of you watching him guide his cock inside. The combination of pain and pleasure was instant; as he stretched you open, your parted your legs wider,

“Oh, my God,” you whined as he bottomed out inside you. The way he filled you completely and pressed against you was unreal. Your hands clawed at his shoulders for purchase. “You’re so fucking big,” you said, your breath hitching as he began to establish a rhythm.

“Shhh,” he cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear as he increased his speed. “You can take it, baby,” he encouraged, burying his nose into your neck. “That’s my girl.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his praises. Every touch lit your body on fire: his pubic hair tickling against your clit, his thick girth filling you completely, and the tip that kept hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. As Joel wrapped his arms around you in an embrace, your body started to melt.

“Come on, baby,” Joel purred, feeling your body grow limp in his arms. “Stay with me.” He took one of his hands and slid it down your body. Before you could protest the contact, his finger was already toying with your clit.

“Joel!” you cried, keening at the overwhelming sensation. His callused finger continued to rub slow swirls over you as his mouth came to the corner of your own. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, kissing the edge of your lips, “you can take it.”

His other hand rose to the back of your neck and held your head steady as he stared into your eyes and continued to thrust into you. Just as your eyebrows began to furrow in pleasure, Joel’s mirrored yours, and you could feel his own orgasm nearing as his movements became sloppy.

“Come in me,” you begged, feeling that familiar pleasure wash over you a second time. “Please come in me, Joel,” you repeated, squeezing your eyes shut as your mouth fell open in ecstasy.

Joel squeezed the back of your neck. “Look at me, baby,” he pleaded, and it was then, just as you opened your watery eyes brimming with tears, that Joel grunted in pleasure and you felt his warm spend shooting deep inside of you. The moment seemed to last forever, until finally, Joel collapsed onto the table beside you.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel panted, his hand lazily reaching out to stroke your belly while he caught his breath. Your eyes stayed shut as you panted, tongue absentmindedly licking your lips as you savored the moment. “That was something.”

A goofy smile spread across your face as you came back to planet Earth. You turned to face him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you pulling you close. “Yeah, that was,” you agreed, burying your face into his neck. As you breathed in his scent again, you held back another moan at the feeling of his warm cum leaking from between your legs. “Fucking amazing,” you added.

Joel squeezed you against him and massaged your scalp as he held you close. For a moment, you two simply enjoyed the moment, the only sounds your shallow breathing and beating hearts.

Then you felt Joel angle his lips against your head. “By the way,” he trailed, his hand lowering to stroke your back. You felt his lips start to grin against you. “I never got a chance to ask: what’s your name?”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #pedro pascal fic #tlou fic

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cheegu3 · 9 months

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Enhypen - the glory (part 8)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; swearing, mentions of sexual assault & masturbation, mentions of suicide, stalking, mentions of murder

genre; yandere

wc; 5.3k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; not really sure how to describe this chapter, maybe calm and then a storm right at the end ?? LMAO, but anyways thank you as always for your love and support <3 in case you missed it, I will be updating every Sunday now instead of every other Sunday, love youuuu !!

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You and the officer were pressed into the small space that was the security room in your apartment’s building. The guard was a small and old man far into his seventies who, at first complained about all the ‘’ extra work ‘’ you were giving him.

The nice officer had to show his badge and insist he was interrupting the investigation before he reluctantly sat down and started scrolling through the dates. You stood in silence, watching over his shoulder while the mouse scrolled and clicked frequently.

At last, he seemed to have found what he was looking for. The cursor glided towards a small picture in the corner with the date of the night before, when Jake visited your apartment.

‘’ I will just go through it briefly, ‘’ the old security guard mumbled, shaking his head when he saw just how much footage it was.

The video was fast-forwarded, while you and the officer watched, getting more impatient by the minute. Your eyes never left the screen. Many people who lived in the building passed by the cameras for a moment, it was so fast it was almost hard to tell them apart, but you were sure some of them were neighbors you had seen.

When the time at the bottom of the video got closer to when Jake visited your apartment, you leaned in. A young man with voluminous hair, carrying some bag passed by for a split second.

‘’ Stop! ‘’ you shouted out, startling the guard.

He reversed and slowed it down so you had the opportunity to confirm if it was him. This time when it was at normal speed, it was much easier to see that it was in fact Jake. You watched as he made his way over to your apartment door, strolling all too casually for what he was about to do.

As if he could hear you, his head turned terrifyingly slow towards the camera. He stared into it for several seconds; the camera’s pixels only making him look even more psychotic. An eerie smirk ghosted over his lips, sending shivers down your spine.

Then he rang the doorbell and you spotted your dad. Jake’s entire demeanor switched, too easily, like it was second nature to him now. It reminded you of when you had the altercation with your dad and Jake the same night, and how he’d done it with ease then too. One second, the lustful and cocky eyes to you - the next, the innocent and begging eyes to your dad.

Your dad stepped aside, letting him in. The video had no sound, but you could imagine what they were saying since your dad told you a bit of it. The officer scribbled down something in his notebook, and the three of you kept watching with a newfound sense of focus and bated breaths.

The clock at the bottom said that five minutes had passed. Had he been in there for so long? Your face dropped, no- don’t say he was in your room while touching himself? You couldn’t hold back the loud gag that slipped out.

‘’ Are you okay, miss? ‘’

You nodded to the officer, still not looking away from the screen. The old man pressed on a key and the video sped up again. One minute more passed, then two, and then three. Suddenly, the screen went completely black.

‘’ What happened? ‘’

The keys of the keyboard were pressed rapidly and repeatedly as the guard tried his best to reverse the footage. He tried everything; reversing didn’t work, so he tried going forward, reloading the footage, and even rebooting the computer - nothing worked.

You let out an exhausted sigh. ‘’ The footage is lost? ‘’

‘’ I’m sorry miss, ‘’ he squeaked back in response, now a lot more apologetic than before when groaning about it being a chore added to his daily stress at work.

It was very weird, almost like they knew you’d go back to your building for proof. It made sense however, when it dawned on you that they could’ve seen you at the police station if they were following you and hurried to get here before you and the officer did.

‘’ You can’t get it back? ‘’

The officer hurried to move when you while in distress tried taking control of the computer and almost pushed the security guard off his chair in the process, who only huffed at you.

‘’ Miss, there’s no use, ‘’ he calmly said.

But you felt anything but calm. You started trying to shake him off and break loose, gritting your teeth from how hard you were trying.

‘’ Let go of me! ‘’

The tightness only increased making you groan in pain. The harder you tried to fight him off, the harder he held you in place.

‘’ Miss, if you keep resisting I’m going to have to arrest you for battery against a police officer. ‘’

Your movements stopped and your passionate grimace disappeared.

‘’ What? ‘’

Seeing that you stopped fighting, you were freed. But you didn’t do anything. Your hands fell limp to your sides.

‘’ You scratched me, ‘’ he shrugged.

You almost felt like at a loss for words.

‘’ That’s not a big deal though, right? You’re supposed to be on my side. ‘’

It wasn’t a way of talking to a police officer that most would’ve felt was fine. You suspected that the fact that he was around the same age as you made you see him as an equal, and you hoped it made him want to help you more.

‘’ I’m still following the law. You were being aggressive. ‘’

His voice came out monotone, void of the same empathy it had carried before. For some reason it made you feel like a lump had formed in your throat.

‘’ Can’t you see why I reacted that way though? ‘’ you had to take a deep breath, that sounded very shaky when you felt like you were about to cry. ‘’ No one is helping me. ‘’

The officer looked at you blankly, taking a few seconds to answer. He took off his hat and ran his hand through his disheveled hair.

‘’ There’s not much we can do. We don’t have a warrant to go search his house for the item unfortunately, ‘’ a tear rolled down your cheek as you scoffed in disbelief at the situation.

‘’ For now, we will have to wrap this up. If anything new comes up, call us. ‘’

You had expected him to say that, but it felt so much more painful for it to actually be voiced out. You’d had high hopes for this; even if you didn’t have footage of him holding it, just seeing him leaving your house would’ve made you feel validated because the others saw him too.

It also felt like something huge had slipped right out of your hands. Something that could’ve been used against him in the end, when his support system had been taken down. For a moment you thought of going over to Jake’s house on your own, but you didn’t have any fight in you after everything. The officer told you to go home, and you did so with a heavy heart and dragging feet.

*******

Although it was a school day the next day, you didn’t feel like going. When your dad poked his head in, you were still lying in your bed, head turned away so he couldn’t see the dried tears from the night before.

‘’ I don’t feel good today, can I stay home? ‘’

‘’ Sure, hun. ‘’

You didn’t take sick days often so that was probably one of the reasons he let you this time. The door to your room was left slightly ajar, and it felt calming when he left the house and it was completely quiet. Maybe you could go to your part-time job and ask if they had a shift. You hadn’t gone in a while so some guilt gnawed at the pit of your stomach. But they were a small business that often didn’t ask for help either.

Before that though, you rolled over to the other side and picked up your phone while trying to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. Several new messages greeted you. The ones from Yeonjun caught your attention in particular.

7:12 am

Grumpy cat: Soobin told me about the company and how we need to destroy them first to get to your bullies. We’re trying that today.

Grumpy cat: Text Yena to go to the building at around 4 pm today, wearing a suit, and make her bring her phone and headphones so we can tell her what to do.

7:43 am

You: How would we even get in?

Grumpy cat: Right under their noses

You: What? How the hell would we do that?

Grumpy cat: Fake it till you make it. Ask Yena if the people at the company would recognize her, otherwise, we’d have to change her appearance a bit.

You: She’s going in alone?

Grumpy cat: We know they’re watching Soobin for certain and maybe you and me as well. Who else could do it?

You: I guess you’re right…But where will we be?

Grumpy cat: The café across the street, I’ll tell you more when we’re there. Bring your school books so it looks like we’re studying and come at 4 pm.

You tossed the phone and slowly got out of bed, stretching and yawning as you did so. Your eyes happened to land on the wall with the post-it notes. It still looked very empty. Likely it would remain that way for a long time unless whatever Yeonjun had planned for the day worked.

Ignoring the homework that was lying on your desk, you went to the kitchen to get some food and get ready for the day. After eating you decided to go for a quick shower.

Everything felt fine at first. You undressed and then stepped in under the hot water that made you wince. Then a thought washed over you, a paranoid one, that made all the hairs on your body stand up.

What if he went in here too and put up one of those tiny spy-cams? You jumped out of the shower, bulging eyes scanning everywhere in the room. Things started to get thrown all over the floor as you went down on your knees to search the cabinets too. You looked there, in the top cabinet, behind the shampoo bottles, and under the folded towels - but nothing. In the end, you just stood there, staring at all the things on the floor and feeling like you were slowly becoming crazy.

Before you let your mind ponder over that thought for too long, you hurried to finish showering at almost record speed and then ran to your room; scared to admit that you imagined cameras all over your house now too.

Within minutes you were out of the door and running down the stairs to get to your part-time job. Just rounding the corner to the last few steps down to the entrance you raised your head and met eyes with Heeseung.

‘’ What are you doing here? ‘’ you complained, a bit breathlessly as you walked right past him.

Heeseung whipped around to look at you. He was a bit confused about where you were going, but a small amused smile still adorned his lips.

‘’ Going somewhere? ‘’

You hesitated. Would he be angry if he knew you weren’t going to school? Heeseung noticed the hesitation and stepped closer, tilting his head slightly.

‘’ Why aren’t you answering? ‘’ a smirk slowly tugged his lips upwards, ‘’ Are you that scared of me too? ‘’

‘’ No! ‘’

‘’ Then what is it? You know we don’t like when you lie, princess. ‘’

You looked at the door, and so did Heeseung. Sensing what you were thinking, he swiftly moved to put himself between you and the door. To make sure you weren’t going to run to another door he put his hand into yours as well.

‘’ Well, wherever you’re going, I’ll come with. ‘’

‘’ What? Fuck no! ‘’

You tried pulling your hand out, but it was no use. The more you struggled, the wider his smile stretched as he watched you silently. Eventually, you let out a frustrated groan like a little child which made him tauntingly say, ‘’ Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it? ‘’

Too riled up to respond you just pushed the door open and stepped out. It was a lot colder than you had expected. You sucked air in through your teeth and scrunched your nose as the wind hit you.

Heeseung rolled his eyes and you felt him move to take off his jacket, he was quicker than you thought, seemingly having read your thoughts again.

‘’ Don’t even think about running away. ‘’

You lied through your teeth, ‘’ I wasn’t. ‘’

The jacket was placed around your shoulders and despite it being quite oversized you happily put it on, sighing in satisfaction at the warmth engulfing you.

‘’ So where are you going? ‘’

‘’ My part-time job. ‘’

‘’ Not school? ‘’

‘’ Is that why you came here? ‘’

‘’ We didn’t think you’d come after your little…tantrum yesterday, ‘’ he snickered.

‘’ It wasn’t a tantrum. Jake was being a bitch, ‘’ you scowled.

‘’ Yeah right. ‘’

You decided to ignore him from then on. If he wanted to come with anyway, that was his problem. Hopefully, he’d go home quickly when he realized you weren’t going to give him attention because really, all of them were starved of just that.

Heeseung had a car waiting outside that drove you to the address of your part-time work. Inside, the warmth of the temperature but also the family working there greeted you. They agreed to give you a shift while eyeing Heeseung curiously who kept saying he was your boyfriend.

No matter how many times you denied it and pleaded with your eyes to them, they still let him stay, sitting at a table where he had a good view of you at all times.

It was hard to ignore both him and your phone simultaneously. There were probably a million messages from Soobin on there asking where you were and if you were okay. Maybe he’d grow sick with worry and skip school to go to your house and see if you were there, only to be met with silence since your dad wasn’t home either.

You served some more customers and then after an internal battle, you picked up your phone during lunch break. Just like you thought, he had sent about a dozen messages, and many more missed calls.

‘’ Who are you texting? ‘’

You were sitting at the same table as Heeseung and although you wanted to not be suspicious, you also didn’t want to risk him seeing the display so you pressed against the wall and turned the phone away.

‘’ A friend. ‘’

‘’ A friend? You have no friends. ‘’

You laughed, feeling offended.

‘’ Yes, I do! ‘’

‘’ Who? ‘’

You hesitated again, chewing at your lip anxiously. Heeseung knew it was a habit of yours so you hurried to answer before he’d point it out or think you were lying.

‘’ S-Soobin…’’

There was no use lying anyway, they already knew about the two of you.

He hummed. You didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed.

‘’ And…what does he want then? ‘’

You scratched the back of your neck.

‘’ Just- asking why I wasn’t at school! ‘’ you exclaimed, a bit too enthusiastically as you were proud of yourself for figuring out what to say mid-sentence.

Heeseung nodded and then didn’t press further. Instead, he started talking about the other guys, right before your break was over and you had to do the last bit of the shift.

‘’ They really miss you. There’s probably not a single day that goes by without them talking about you. ‘’

You didn’t answer, just taking out the distaste you felt, at the poor rice on your plate that you poked angrily.

‘’ Especially Jake, ‘’ he tried to hide the smile that appeared on his face.

‘’ But also Sunoo and Sunghoon. Said they feel like they haven’t seen you in a while, ‘’

He watched you pretending to be very busy with your food and knew how you were feeling on the inside, you didn’t need to tell him.

‘’ We’re thinking of inviting you over again. ‘’

You raised your head to look at him and he looked pleased you were finally paying attention.

‘’ A…sleepover. I think it was Ni-ki’s idea. ‘’

You snorted, ‘’ Ni-ki’s idea? ‘’

He shrugged and smiled. You two almost looked like a normal couple until he had to ruin it, like always. ‘’ Well whatever you think about it, you still don’t have a say in whether to come or not.

You sounded tense, ‘’ Of course not. ‘’

‘’ Did you run into Jiyun yesterday? ‘’

‘’ No…who is that? ‘’

Liar

Heeseung would be sure to remember that for another time. He told you he doesn’t like liars.

*******

You were let go by Heeseung after the shift at your job, saying you were going home. You arrived at the café around the same time as Soobin and Yeonjun did, so you walked together, to a lone table in the farthest corner.

As soon as you sat down, Soobin started talking which immediately had Yeonjun rolling his eyes and pretending to cover his ears.

‘’ How did you run into them yesterday by the way? When you were running from them, ‘’ he asked.

‘’ I ran to the bathroom during lunchtime in case they would try to get to me. ‘’

‘’ And they were waiting outside? ‘’

You laughed humourlessly, ‘’ Yeah, but not for me. Remember that girl in the hospital? ‘’

‘’ With the burn wounds? ‘’

You hummed.

‘’ Her name’s Jiyun. We talked for a bit and that’s who they were waiting for. Seemed like they had her on a tight leash. ‘’

‘’ What did she say? ‘’

‘’ She said I should get closer to them, use them to my advantage. ‘’

‘’ Use them? Did she say how? ‘’ his eyes searched your face, but you were slightly caught off guard by his question and kept your own eyes trained in front of you.

‘’ Yeah, ‘’ you paused, chewing on your lip again, ‘’ Of course she did. To turn them against each other. ‘’

Soobin was quiet, making you feel a bit worried that he was going to press further. Just before you were about to say something again, he answered.

‘’ I guess that isn’t such a bad idea. But, it’s risky- very risky. ‘’

‘’ I’m not sure how to do it though. She didn’t tell me that part, just hope I figure it out quickly for my own sake. Oh, also she warned me about something! ‘’

‘’ A warning? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, she said she apologized for anything happening in the future because she didn’t have a choice. ‘’

Soobin frowned.

‘’ You always have a choice. ‘’

‘’ Not with them, ‘’ you said softly.

As much as you dreaded what she warned you for, you also knew that having been told that beforehand meant you wouldn’t blame her. If put in the same position, with those types of people many wouldn’t feel like they had any other choice, no matter how much they try to insist otherwise from an outsider's point of view.

‘’ Let’s start setting things up. Have you texted Yena? ‘’ Yeonjun interrupted.

You nodded, ‘’ She should be there now. I told her to download that spyware app Soobin sent as well, so you can get to the Wi-Fi through her phone. ‘’

‘’ Good. Tell her to put headphones in, ones with a mic. Then when she has texted that she’s ready we’ll call her and tell her what to do. ‘’

The phone was brought out of your pocket and you sent her a quick text. When she responded you handed the phone to Yeonjun. Soobin put his textbooks on the table and pretended like he was a good student, practically putting his head inside the books.

‘’ That was quick, ‘’ he smirked, pressing the call button.

It was put on speaker so you and Soobin could hear as well. Yeonjun started tapping on his laptop, but you couldn’t see what it was from where you were sitting, just assuming he was preparing everything.

‘’ Hey Yena, ‘’ you said loudly when Yeonjun had been very impolite and not greeted her.

‘’ Hey. I’m outside the building now. I’m guessing I can’t talk much though. ‘’

‘’ Of course not, people would hear you. ‘’

‘’ Thanks, smartass, ‘’ Yena spat back.

You rolled your eyes and angled the phone towards you instead. ‘’ Tell me what to tell her. ‘’

‘’ First, she has to go in and sit in the café near the lobby, it’s open to the public. Eavesdrop employees' conversations. Then, when she sees a group going to the elevators, follow them and pretend you forgot your keycard- even better if they’re a group of men. Act dumb and aloof, but polite. ‘’

You said the same information to Yena who sighed so loudly you grimaced and held the phone away for a few seconds.

‘’ And then what, genius? ‘’

‘’ You go to the highest floor, the rooftop. Again, act the same way and try to find one or two guys, asking how to get the Wi-Fi because you’re a new employee. ‘’

‘’ Will that actually work? ‘’

‘’ I guess we’ll see. Either way, I might still be able to hack into the Wi-Fi as long as you’re there. ‘’

‘’ It will, ‘’ Soobin said, pursing his lips, ‘’ Pretty privilege, ‘’ he shrugged to you and Yeonjun who stared at him.

‘’ Okay, ‘’ Yena took a deep breath.

‘’ I’m going in. ‘’

No one said a word while the sounds of Yena’s heels clacking against the ground echoed on the phone. More and more voices started getting closer, but it was still hard to distinguish what was being said.

‘’ Hi, I’d like to order an iced coffee, ‘’ Yena said, making Soobin almost burst out laughing.

You patted his thigh to make him calm down and focus and it seemed to do the job, he stiffened and went quiet, joining the two of you with listening carefully.

‘’ Okay. That’ll be 7 dollars. ‘’

‘’ Thank you. ‘’

Footsteps could be heard again as she made her way to a table. You could hear from all the noise in the background that she had picked a busier spot to sit in. Your phone pinged with a new message from her, asking if you could hear them.

‘’ Yes, ‘’ you half-whispered, despite knowing she had headphones on.

You increased the volume on your phone and the three of you all leaned in to listen to the strangers’ conversation. It hadn’t been an important part of the plan but hearing a few keywords in the beginning, told you that you had lucked out on listening to the right people.

‘’ Did he say he was going to press charges? ‘’

‘’ Fuck no. You know what happened to the last guy that did. ‘’

‘’ Oh shit! The guy from marketing? ‘’

One of the guys in the group ticked his tongue. ‘’ Yeah, that guy. ‘’

‘’ He wasn’t here for very long. ‘’

‘’ Doesn’t matter. For some, they pick on them from their very first day on the job. It’s usually those that stick out, like speaking out against the CEO’s behavior or the work’s culture. ‘’

‘’ What about him? ‘’

‘’ I think he said something that pissed our boss off during the after-work thing. ‘’

‘’ Was he being weird towards the younger female employees again?‘’

A deep laugh slipped out of someone’s mouth. ‘’ What did you expect? That old man never stopped. ‘’

‘’ Not used to being told off, huh? ‘’

‘’ Yeah. So he bullies the ones who dare to relentlessly at the job. Usually, they quit quietly, but some…’’

‘’ Some…what? ‘’ a younger guy asked curiously.

‘’ Some commit suicide, or try to press charges and they end up dead like that poor guy. ‘’

‘’ And they’re never caught? ‘’

‘’ No. They’re way too good at what they do. There are some rumors that they have a whole team with just assassinators, you know? It always ends up being ruled a suicide and swept under the rug. ‘’

‘’ But if it doesn’t, because some rookie cop tries taking on the ‘ corrupted big CEOs ‘ on his own, then they’ll send some people to the police station, ‘’ a new voice chimed in.

‘’ They have people there too? ‘’

You already knew the answer, but it still felt like a knot in your stomach had formed.

‘’ Yeah. They take care of everything illegal they do and make sure the reports former employees make are never taken seriously. ‘’

‘’ I’ve heard they back up anyone who is connected to the top. ‘’

‘’ Their families and everything too. They might not have good relationships with their kids but at least they can pay their troubles away so they won’t bother them. ‘’

The group roared with laughter. You only scowled at their inappropriate reaction. It didn’t seem like they actually cared that much. They had just accepted it - that’s how it was and would always be.

‘’ Well guys, are we heading back now? ‘’

‘’ Into hell again, ‘’ one groaned.

The other side of the line crackled as Yena hurried to collect her things and get up in time. If she was too slow they would’ve already gone through the barriers.

‘’ Hey guys! Could you wait for me? I’m new here, I just forgot my keycard because I was in such a hurry this morning. ‘’

A few of the guys murmured or grunted in response which made Yena let out a gleeful sound, which was very much not like her.

‘’ Thank you, sweethearts. You are so kind! ‘’ she cooed with a faux, sickeningly sweet voice that made you cringe.

‘’ Of course. If there’s anything else we can help with, just let us know. We’ve all been new at one point, ‘’ one guy joked.

The three of you smiled as the perfect opportunity had just fallen into your lap. Yena didn’t have to go through the hassle of finding new strangers to ask for help from.

‘’ Oh, yes actually, ‘’ it seemed she realized the same thing. ‘’ I need some help with getting the Wi-Fi. They didn’t tell me anything about that. ‘’

It was quiet for some time before they agreed cheerfully.

‘’ Thank you so much! ‘’

‘’ No problem, always happy to help, ‘’ the guy said back, in a very flirtatious way which made Yeonjun gag and look visibly disturbed.

Next, you could hear that she rode the elevator. She got out after saying her polite goodbyes to the others getting off and then she could finally talk since no one was around.

‘’ Do I even need to go up anymore? ‘’

‘’ No, but it would’ve looked too suspicious if you just turned around there, ‘’ Yeonjun said.

‘’ Have you got what you need? ‘’

‘’ Yup. I can see some files on my laptop since you made me get a way into the Wi-Fi. ‘’

‘’ Thank you for doing this, Yena. We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you, ‘’ you filled in.

A loud scoff came from the other side of the line.

‘’ You definitely wouldn’t, I’m too nice. ‘’

You and Soobin looked at each other, both grinning at the very false statement.

You hummed, ‘’ You should hurry home now so they don’t see us together. Make sure to take a route so that you’re not visible to us, because then you’re visible to them too. ‘’

‘’ Got it. I’ll send you more photos in a few days, bye. ‘’

You hung up and then started a timer for ten minutes. It was just to be sure there was no way you’d run into her, although if the worst case was to happen you could probably just pretend you didn’t know each other; mostly, you were worried about them seeing Yena near Jay’s dad’s building as it might make them think something was wrong.

While the three of you anxiously waited for the timer to ring, Soobin and you collected your things and Yeonjun tapped away on his laptop. After finishing with the last few things you leaned forward to try and look at what he was doing.

‘’ What are you doing? ‘’

Yeonjun raised his head, looking very unimpressed with getting disturbed.

‘’ Just organizing the files and sending them to you two. ‘’

You weren’t even sure what files he was talking about since he never told you, but you didn’t have time to ask. The café was getting a lot busier all of a sudden. Groups of students from the school a few blocks away started pouring in, filling the space up quickly.

‘’ Maybe we should go early, ‘’ you said, feeling a bit antsy.

There were so many people that it was hard to see everyone. Who knows if the one who followed Soobin today, and possibly you as well, decided to come inside the café?

‘’ Sure, ‘’ Yeonjun groaned.

You eventually made it out after having to push through a lot of people. While doing so, you tried to keep your head down and hoped that even if they were there they wouldn’t see you as the three of you exited.

‘’ Shit, ‘’ you burst out, ducking awkwardly inside an alley.

The others looked at you like you were crazy before Soobin’s eyes searched everywhere and when they finally landed in the same place, a low curse left his lips too. Only Yeonjun was left in the dark.

‘’ What the fuck are you guys doing? ‘’ he hissed, but crouched by your side anyway.

‘’ One of the guys is here. Outside the building to be exact. ‘’

‘’ Do you think he ran into Yena? ‘’ Soobin whispered.

‘’ I don’t know…maybe. ‘’

‘’ Who? ‘’

Yeonjun shuffled still while crouching to peek around the corner, he wasn’t really sure who to look for, however. Thankfully the café had just been on the other side of the street to where the building was, so you had a clear view of the stairs leading up to it from where you were now.

‘’ That guy, ‘’ you took Yeonjun’s hand into yours, making him stare wide-eyed at you.

Then you moved his pointer so it landed directly on the person you wanted him to see. It probably wouldn’t matter much anyway, but at least it confirmed you and Soobin weren’t crazy and paranoid. In the future, it could be helpful as well for him to recognize the guys in case he’d run into them.

Yeonjun’s eyebrows knit together, ‘’ That’s…him. ‘’

You and Soobin looked at him worriedly when he started shaking and his breaths grew more rapid.

‘’ Who? ‘’

‘’ The guy who killed my best friend. ‘’

Jungwon…

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mechanicalpiper · 2 months

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Another snippet :3

I feel like this one's got some issues but I really can't pin down What those issues are, maybe it's just my perfectionism speaking but please do let me know if this one's just Ass lmao

A Reporter sneaks far into Villain's lair to get some major evidence for the press but gets caught in the act :3

cw: suggestive and kidnapping, once again

Snippet #3

Reporter felt tense.

Taking another shot with their camera, they flinched at the bright flash illuminating the pitch-black room and the distinctive click almost echoing through it- they had to be quiet, damn it, but there was no point sneaking all the way in here just to not gather evidence. They were deep into the Villain's lair, no way to just back out now- it was all or nothing: either they made it out with all the data they needed for the Agency to mitigate the Villain's entire plan, or... well, they figured it was best to not think about the alternative.

Silently walking to get another angle of the large machine that laid before them, they steadied another shot.

Deep breaths. You're halfway there.

Another click. They inspected the shot briefly, silently debating between leaving now or getting more info. There was just too much perfect material here to pass up, but-

Reporter almost jumped out of their skin hearing the distant noise of footsteps.

Someone's coming.

Dropping their camera, it luckily hanging from their neck strap instead of clattering to the floor, Reporter scrambled to the opposite end of the room as far as they could to look for somewhere to hide. Anywhere.

Their eyes darted around everywhere, but any kind of furniture that would even remotely block sight of them was against the wall.

The footsteps drew closer. Breathe. BREATHE.

Moving back, they desperately scanned the walls for something like a gap between the many drawers of files, any spot to hide, but there wasn't even the smallest little nook and cranny to hide anywhere.

In a full-blown panic, they kept looking around the room, knowing full well there was nowhere for them to go. Their breathing sped up more and more as they ran around in an irrational attempt to find absolutely anything, but all it resulted in was them being dead center in the room when the door slammed open.

Their hyperventilating was replaced with a held breath as they looked at the doorway, freezing in place with fear.

"Awww... Now what do we have here~?"

Villain slowly stepped inside the room, gaze fixed directly on the helpless Reporter caught like a deer in headlights. All they managed to do was back up just as slowly as Villain advanced, eyes filled with such adorable terror Villain couldn't get enough of. Reporter began to stutter something out, but was cut off in an instant by Villain.

"A little mouse making a commotion in MY lair? You know it's rude to tamper with stuff that doesn't belong to you, don't you~?"

Reporter's back hit the wall- Villain had never seen anything cuter than the way they pressed against it, making themself look even more small and powerless than they had before. They continued to walk forward until they were just in front of the Reporter, towering over the terrified snoop.

The Reporter's mind was short circuiting. They felt absolutely helpless looking back up at the Villain- they knew nothing they could do could save them here. Their fate was completely up to the Villain and they were powerless to do anything about it.

...So why did everything feel so... warm?

The Villain took a moment to just enjoy the sight before reaching a hand down to firmly yet harmlessly grab the Reporter's cheek.

The Villain said nothing, watching the Reporter lightly squirm under them- underneath their intimidating appearance, though, their heart was melting at the pretty little thing that found themself in such a predicament. They didn't want to actually hurt them... but, of course, they couldn't just let the snoop go.

"You know, that's some sensitive information you've now got in your pretty little head..." The Villain paused to see the Reporter squirm in place just a little more, too nervous to keep still but not wanting to move. Adorable~

They leaned in, face inches away from the Reporter's. "I suppose I'll just have to make sure it doesn't leave this lair."

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Villain tightened the last knot, stepping back to look over their handiwork. The lights had been turned on by now, so the Reporter was visible in all their glory. Bound to a chair, arms wrapped like a boxtie behind it and legs firmly held together under it, the two connected with a length of rope that ensured they stayed sat down, and the whole look capped off with a cute little white cloth wrapped over the Reporter's mouth for a gag. They weren't being particularly loud or anything, Villain just thought it'd look pretty.

Reporter had calmed down more by now, since at least they knew they weren't gonna be killed. The feeling of the bindings holding them firmly in place wasn't as uncomfortable as they expected- in fact, it felt... nice?

"So." Reporter flinched at the firm voice, turning their attention back to the Villain in an instant.

Villain leaned over them again- Reporter figured the rising heat in their cheeks was just the gag holding in body heat- and snatched the camera still hanging from Reporter's neck strap, said strap completely snapping in half. Reporter struggled a little at the careless breaking of their equipment as Villain looked over the camera itself briefly before checking out the saved photos.

"You got quite a lot, hmm?" Villain grumbled, Reporter feeling mildly embarrassed watching them freely poke around with their equipment.

Villain looked through a few out of curiosity before opening the settings and wiping the data, dropping the camera back on Reporter's lap as it deleted the evidence right in front of them, getting more precious little frustrated struggles out of them.

"I'm impressed you were even able to make it this far." Villain mused as Reporter looked down angrily yet helplessly at the camera in their lap, deleting everything they came here for. It was frustrating to watch, but... something about the teasing sent a warm tingle through their spine. Something about the Villain taking so much pleasure in taunting them, the fact they couldn't do anything about it... God, why did they keep mentally circling back to focusing on how helpless they were?

...Why was something so enjoyable about the thought?

Villain reached a hand down and grabbed Reporter's chin, tilting their head up to look at them. "I suppose I'll have to come up with an apt punishment for being such an inconvenience, hmm?"

The words sent another warm rush through Reporter's body- visible in a small shudder from them.

They glared back, giving Villain some attitude now that the pure fear had subsided... but all it took was Villain narrowing their eyes for them to backtrack to a more defeated expression, getting a teasing giggle out of Villain.

"Aww, it takes so little for you to be put back in your place~" Villain teased as Reporter squirmed more, their words having far more of an effect than expected. "Don't give me sass when you can't take the slightest amount of pushback, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

The petname got Reporter squirming again, finally fully acknowledging there was absolutely something about the situation affecting them more than the fear. The Villain's delighted, cocky giggle only hammered the point home as Reporter struggled under their gaze.

They shouldn't like this. Nothing about their current situation felt like anything that should be enjoyable, but every little pull against their restraints reminding them of just how powerless they were in this scenario sent another wave of warmth through their body they couldn't ignore.

The Villain couldn't get enough of it, either. Every fruitless squirm from their adorable captive made them want to let out an 'awwwh~', every short-lived moment of defiance they shut down gave them a sense of control losing every fight against the Hero had left them wanting...

Reporter badly hoped they wouldn't be free anytime soon, and Villain was going to make VERY sure of it.

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riddle-me-ri · 11 months

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oh oh! how do you think btas riddler would react to his s/o successfully completing The Riddle of the Minotaur?

A/N: Aww omg this idea is so cute! He would be estatic he would be thrilled and so proud!! Aww I always enjoy writing for my wee husbando this is so cute! Also sorry I sorta…went a wee bit off track lol and I..kinda borrowed a similar twist I’ve done before…I hope you don’t mind…it was just really hard to resist the opportunity was RIGHT THERE lmao

Word Count: 1k

BTAS Riddler x Reader - Full Playthrough

“Edward, what’s this?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” Ed smiled.

You sat up straight in a plush office chair, staring at a large computer monitor. An 8-bit epic score played through the speakers and a pixelated title on the screen in green text:

“The Riddle of the Minotaur”

Below the title was blinking green text stating;

“Press Enter to Start.”

When you finally read the title, you smiled up at Edward.

“It’s your game! I-I didn’t think you had a copy still…after what happened.”

Edward sighed, nodding. “Despite…the outcome of my game being stolen right from under me…I’m still very proud of it.”

“You should be!” You exclaimed.

Edward leaned in and gently nestled his chin into your left shoulder.

He whispered warmly into your ear. “But now, it would mean the world to me if…you played it in it’s entirety.”

You gasped. You always enjoyed playing Eddie’s puzzle toys and video games. They always got you to think outside the box and they were super fun too! Not to mention, you adored the praise he gave you for solving them.

Now, one of his most well known (or perhaps…infamous?) creations was in front of you. Waiting to go on a virtual enigmatic adventure.

‘I-I’d love to Eddie! This is exciting!” Edward chuckled. He always did love your enthusiasm for his creations.

He lifted his head up from your shoulder and gave an encouraging kiss to your temple.

“Good luck, darling. And don’t be surprised if it’s a bit different than what you might have learned when it was released.”

After that Edward walked out of his office, leaving you a bit confused at that last statement.

You knew a little about the game, it’s setting, and the objective to get to the center of a maze and outsmart the Minotaur. You have heard some kid beat the game while The Riddler was at large. What was the kid’s name? Tom? Dick? Harry?

You shrugged it off, maybe Edward just added a couple more puzzles or maybe updated some riddles?

Pushing down on the “enter” button, the game finally began.

Minutes soon turned into a couple of hours.

Your hands flew across the keyboard–answering riddles, clicking on arrows to navigate through the winding maze.

A couple riddles were some you have heard or seen before:

“What is the shortest distance between a point in Nome, Alaska, and a point in Miami, Florida?”

You even recognized one of Edward’s favorite riddlers.

“I have billions of eyes, yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears yet only four lobes…”

Of course, the brain…duh!

You have yet to run into the Hand of Fate or the Minotaur.

You couldn’t help the proud smirk that grew on your face as you saw the center of the maze up ahead on the map.

However, now the questions…seemed to have changed.

The riddles thus far have been fairly usual and some were related to the theme of the Minotaur mythos…

Yet, these last few had a more…romantic feel?

“I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?”

A heart…

You navigated further to the center before you hit another riddle.

“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express, but th easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?”

You tapped your finger on top of the mouse as you pondered.

“Love…” You typed out the word and pressed the enter key.

Heart, love…odd but you could feel your cheek slightly warm. Perhaps, these were the changes he made, to make the game more special for your playthrough.

Finally, you are just outside the center of the maze. You’re confronted by the Minotaur before you can pass through the final gate.

The pixelated minotaur raised his blade before asking a final riddle.

“Answer the riddle…and you shall pass to the center of the maze. If you answer incorrectly, you shall perish.” The red text typed out the Minotaur’s speech.

“For your final riddle…” The Minotaur began.

“...It connects two people…yet it only touches only one. What is it?”

An empty text box appeared at the bottom of the speech box. A vertical line blinked, waiting for an answer.

“W-What?” You asked out loud to yourself.

Connects two people…but only touching one or the other?

You were lost in thought, so much so you didnt’ hear the door open and someone slowly walking behind you.

Edward wore a proud wide grin on his face. You were so close to the finish line and he had the perfect reward.

“A…not a…ugh…there was love…heart…it’s gotta connect.”

You gasped as your mental lightbulb went off. You typed sporadically on the keys.

“A…wedding…ring?” You pressed enter.

The screen went black for a moment, before showing your warrior character in the middle of the maze standing in front of a trove of treasures.

Your smile grew wide as the text came up confirming your victory.

“Eddie!” You hollered as you jumped out of your seat. “I did it!”

“I knew you could, darling.” Eddie beamed.

You jumped again this time in surprise more than excitement.

Edward was right behind you, a soft look filled with affection topped with a sweet smile.

“Eddie! W-When–how–I, I did not see you-”

Edward chuckled. “I wanted to be here just before your inevitable win. I knew you would…but you never cease to amaze me.”

You giggled as you rushed over to him, planning for an embrace. But before you got your arms around him–he dropped down on one knee.

Your eyebrows scrunched in the middle.

Then another lightbulb goes off.

The riddles, the answers…especially near the end.

“I may be the smartest man in this world…but only you could make me the happiest man in this world…will you marry me?”

You got your second wind to rush him again, to finally embrace him. This time you followed through and even knocked him down to the ground.

“Yes! Yes!” You shrieked excitedly, “I’d love to!”

Edward sighed in relief as he tightened his arms around you. When you finally let up, Edward gently slid the ring on your finger.

“It connects two people…” He began.

When the ring nestled around the base of your finger, your smile widened more than when you won the game.

“Yet, it only touches one.” You finished.

#ri writes #btas riddler x reader #btas edward nygma x reader #batman the animated series riddler x reader #batman the animated series edward nygma x reader

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steinfellds · 2 years

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Play For One Stream

Pairing: Streamer!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda tries to teach you how to play Stardew Valley for the first time on stream.

1K Words

/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /

You were sitting in Wanda's lap. Your back to her front with your feet crisscrossed and propped up on her desk. Wanda had one of her arms wrapped your stomach while the other hand was on her mouse, setting her stream up.

"Why do they even want to watch me play? I suck." You asked curiously, dusting a bit of fluff off Wanda's pants.

"That's the point, Y/n." She laughed, whining when you hit her with a scoff.

"I better get some money out of this stream then. I'm being the main source of entertainment."

Wanda smiled and shook her head, "You're ridiculous, detka." You already got half of Wanda and Natasha's money from streaming because of your shared bank account with them.

You laughed, giving Wanda a quick kiss on her cheek, "Thanks, love,"

10 minutes later, Wanda started her stream. Immediately her fans began pouring in, and to be exact, over 699 people had joined in the first 5 minutes.

You sat shyly on her lap with now both of Wanda's arms wrapped around you. She had her head leaning on your shoulder so she could read her chat.

PenutButter19281: Damn, is the pretty girl on your lap single? What's her Insta.

You watched the way Wanda's facial features turned into a slight scowl. Wanda's hands quickly left your waist as she type out the ban command and banned PenutButter19281.

You suppressed a smile. You and Natasha would definitely tease her about how possessive she was over you later.

CaptainMarvel: Wands, reply to my fucking dm.

Wanda and Carol had been friends for 2 years now. They met at a comic con and clicked instantly. Carol streams as well but she's less consistent with her streams than Wanda.

Wanda laughed when she read Carol's message out loud. She had purposely been ignoring Carol, only reacting to her messages with the shit emoji. She loved riling Carol up for her own entertainment.

"Buy me that gun skin and I will."

CaptainMarvel: Fuck you, bitch.

Wanda grinned, blowing a kiss towards her camera.

She and Carol bought each other gun skins all the time. Half the time, they would log onto each other's account and just buy a skin without even asking for permission.

2 minutes after Carol's message, Wanda got an email saying the skin had been bought. Yet, she still didn't respond to Carol's message and instead started to start the stream fully.

"Okay, chat, so you've all been begging for Y/n to stream with me and I've finally decided that I'll have her play Stardew Valley." The Stardew Valley's menu screen popped on the screen. You thought the menu screen was cute.

Wanda clicked on load game and loaded up your world. She had already created your avatar prior to stream setting up. She knew you would take way too long with how indecisive you were. She thought it would be cute to make your avatar look like you so she did.

You kept looking over at Wanda's chat, you were curious on what they were saying.

BunnyCarrots: omg i love this game ur gonna have so much fun y/n!

Username8274: What's the bet Y/n is going to surprise Wanda with how good she is at video games.

RainbowSheep: Nah whats the bet y/n wont even know what keys to use to move

That last message wasn't entirely wrong.

You jumped slightly when Wanda grabbed your fingers, placing them on the right keys. She briefly explained how to play the game.

"So I can marry a woman in this game?" You asked excitedly, using your axe to chop down trees around your house.

Wanda laughed, "Is that the only thing you took out of my tutorial?"

Wanda's chat blew up with 'LMAO' and 'HAHAHA'.

"I'm gay, what do you expect?"

Wanda pouted and made fake tears pool in her eyes, "You would cheat on Natasha and me with pixels?" She made her voice sound broken and soft.

You smiled and kissed her nose softly.

"Obviously."

Wanda's mouth fell open in shock, she didn't expect that answer from you.

"Bitch." She muttered softly, jabbing her fingers into your stomach causing you to let out a high-pitched squeal.

After you planted all your seeds and watered them, you walked into the town.

Wanda took her time showing you all the villagers and explaining which ones you could marry. The villager, Haley, caught your attention immediately.

"I wanna marry Haley." You decided, running around her in circles.

Wanda raised a brow, "But she's mean."

You shrugged with a grin, "It's okay, being mean is hot sometimes."

Wanda shook her head with a laugh, "Sure, sweetheart."

You were seconds away from sleeping for the night and getting your first save but Wanda's PC switched off abruptly, making you lose the progress you had just made. The apartment lights turned off as well, leaving you and Wanda in a pitch-dark room.

"What happened?" You asked, slightly worried this was somehow your fault.

"No idea, baby." You felt Wanda shrug "Nat?!"

"There's a storm coming that knocked the power out!" Natasha called from the living room.

Both of you made a sound of understanding.

Wanda smacked your thighs lightly, "Get up, let's go watch a movie with Nat on her computer."

You stood up and let out a loud groan, "How can you guys play video games for this long without getting sore?" You asked, stretching your limbs out.

"Skill."

Wanda sprinted into the living room and jumped on top of Natasha. Wanda let out a demonic giggle when Natasha started to whine about how she lost the peaceful mood she was in.

You calmly sat down next to Natasha and rested your head on her shoulder.

Natasha grabbed onto your hips and dragged you onto her lap. She kissed your forehead with a smile. You loved whenever you got forehead kisses from her.

"Good stream?"

You wrapped your arms around her neck and buried your head into her shoulder, "Yeah, next time you should let me stream with the both of you.."

"We definitely should."

You grinned in excitement. Streaming with Wanda was fun but with both of your girls,' it would be even more fun and chaotic.

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i-rate-horse-games · 2 months

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starshine legacy playthrough part 4.3

i had a lot of glitches with the dialogue there… what did i miss… guess i’ll find out! ouch burnt my finger on my poor laptop

Level 3 - The Destiny of the Soulriders

oh ok thanks game!!

lisa referenced her dad but alex’s mom has a Portrait! impressive! and her roots are brown! so alex’s hair probably is also brown! that makes sense bc the Prophecy Fortold that the warrior would have brown hair but only the sightseer has brown hair. been wondering about that

girl WHAT are you planning with a lil kid wearing a soda hat

ah. she’s ransoming him for the horse. ok

i love how anne was all “ugh lisa’s crazy, talking about magic powers and talking to her horse… what’s that? my horse is talking to me? nah, i’m just stressed…” but alex never even questioned it. she just went straight from “oh, that’s my horse whose thoughts i can now hear” to “whoa, just like lisa and linda! cool…” like she just got shown a psychic vision and she’s not at all concerned about the mystical parts of that. good for her!

like she JUST got initiated into secret magic society and she doesn’t even know if mr herman has heard about it or believes in it or anything but instantly she’s like THIS HAPPENED in full confidence that he’ll believe it. alex rocks

FINALLY SOMEONE ADMITS THE PATH IS TREATUEROUSE ! Treah. trecharuous. treacherous . thanks autocorrecet

we just fell off a cliff into the sea… rip alex.

aw rats! fripp says katja is with the baddies… …wait. wait, was katja the cool emo violinist who made storms who i met in sso? was that her??? i just noticed recently that the four girls in the sso loading image are Those Four… the plot thickenings!!

MURDER POWER MURDER POWER

so funny… big complex explanation to alex on how to use her powers by being in two worlds at once and then he just says “(click left mouse button)”. incredibly dangerous powers that can never be used… click left mouse button

wwwwWWAIT A SECOND! katja’s face is on the GLAMOUR POSTERS!!

Level 4 - the legend of Garnok

alex just said she would simply Stun the goons with her power, the dangerous power, the power that takes life away,

in this chapter we learn that Garnok exists and is bad & lisa’s dad who works for the dark core just got summoned to the garnok project work site, so garnok is the thing sleeping in the spaceship under the sea and they’re about to be raised! wahooooo

Level 5 - Dark Core Garnok Project

aughh there’s 5 goons to murder without getting caught and i’ve been caught twice so far. this is major because there’s a cutscene and a trail to follow every time i have to restart the mission. murder is hard

wait… there’s also a tunnel that goes under the sea straight to the garnok project that i’ve been walking past??? so what’s the place with the fight i’ve been going to, then??? mysterious…

ah, ok. gotta fight the goons in order to open the grate they’ve got on the tunnel to keep kids like me from breaking and entering. wah

I JUST ACCIDENTALLY SOULSTRIKED TIN CAN INSTEAD OF MOUNTING HIM

HE SURVIVED BUT EAHSFHKDJHN

i got to the keycard that i need to pick up but i couldn’t click to pick it up because it just kept doing the soulstrike again… guess i need to kill all of the goons first in order to get it…

i have lost track of the number of times i’ve restarted this mission

I GOT THE KEYCARD!!! and only killed 1 goon!

love it when you’re eavesdropping on a guy and he says “good thing that scary girl doesn’t have this book that i’m holding, otherwise she’d be able to defeat us! lmao ammiright lads”

NO I MISSED

phew! it onlys sent me back to the tunnel!! i don’t have to get the keycard again!! thanks game!!!

missed again

my blast went over their head this time

ok we did all that to get a book about rules that even evil people follow during fights, and using it we can now banish people to the shadow dimension???? isn’t that anne’s thing? oh well

last part

#starshine legacy #horse game #not a rating

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I don’t want to sound dramatic but I really think I have some kind of like. Trauma from my last job lol. Yesterday the gallery manager noticed that I kept trying to find things to do and refused to sit down or eat or just Exist without trying to make myself look ‘busy’ and she was like Girl What The Fuck.

I had to explain that my previous employer had software installed on our computers that would alert management if we didn’t click the mouse or do a keystroke for 2 minutes (never mind that this meant during meetings or calls or training when you were supposed to just be listening to what was going on you had to aimlessly click/type to avoid being on this “list”) and that pretty much every second of my day was scrutinized to make sure I was constantly “proving my value” or whatever. And upon finishing I realized that uhhhh that was probably an insane environment for me to have spent nearly a decade in and maybe I need to relearn how to be a person in some regards. They told me to bring my art and work on it during my shifts and even that I could bring over drinks from the neighboring wine bar (provided I’m not getting tanked lmao) and I truly don’t know what to do with this whole ‘being treated like a human being’ thing!

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famdommcfanface · 1 year

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Highlights from forcing my dad to play Undertale (he knows nothing about it)

He felt so betrayed by Flowey. He went right into those bullets.

He has this strange mix of loving Toriel and being convinced that she's going to eat him. Like he was sad he couldn't just stay there with her like she wanted, but also was convinced he had to kill her in her fight (luckily he was too incompetent to do that)

Speaking of the Toriel fight he wasted both the butterscotch pie and spider doughnut in it before he realised he couldn't die lmao

He's disappointed when he clicks on anything and can't pick it up. I have to keep telling him they're just jokes

Related to the last point, the mouse thing really annoyed him. He didn't get it.

My mum, who was in the room but not participating, really hates the noise Papyrus' text makes.

My dad did the snowball thing where you get it in the hole on his first try! I thought he was going to waste so much time on it.

He would not stop complimenting Icecap's hat. I had to actually tell him what to do or he would have just kept complimenting it til he died.

He loved lesser dog. I can't wait until he meets the rest of the dogs.

I may remember more things later but that's it now .

#Undertale

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I've had GOT7ing bookmarked for a long time but since it was so long I kept putting it off. I started missing them recently so decided to finally watch the entirety of this.

Episode 1

I had watched some of episode 1 before but I might as well watch it again from the start.

Wang Gae Park Gae are always so goddamn comfortable it's nauseating lmao. Jackson makes Jinyoung laugh soooo much like please leave some happiness for the rest of us.

I'm pretty sure there are people sitting in the back who have to cover their faces up ^^;;

Jackson and Jinyoung arguing about meat. It's very Jinson squabbling but it's also very 'GOT7 fighting over food.'

Jinyoung laughs SO easily at Jackson's antics ToT

The way Jackson PUMMELS Jinyoung with "why didn't you want to be my partner back then?!?!?!"

Jackson did not let Jinyoung eat the meat himself and had to feed it to him.

Eating meat with their arms linked...so unnecessary ^^;;

Jackson kickstarting JB story session lmao.

Coco peed on Jinyoung's shoes T_T

Mark and his touching story about Jackson being the only trainee his age that he could talk to :P But it came right after the Coco dried poop on Jinyoung's white dress shoes story ToT

I'm not used to Mark talking a lot and telling stories lol.

Bambam: Mark and I were best friends at that time.

Didn't they get into a fight when they first met each other XD

Yugyeom was a listener for Jinyoung :3 And then Jackson pointing out the Yugyeom favouritism because the way he said it implied that no other members could put as much effort into listening as Yugyeom.

So Youngjae's the guy who goes "guys guys guys!! let's focus!" lmao.

So Youngjae's just always awake, always gaming. But also his mouse clicking being a comfort to Bambam when he watches TV XD

Jackson: Mark-hyung, ment!

Mark: Let's do good

Not exactly how it went, but basically how it went lol

Episode 2

The subtitles keep calling Jinyoung "Junior" even though we can clearly hear that the guys are calling him "Jinyoung."

All the guys cried when they were trainees and had to stretch their legs ^^;;

No comment

Jackson just kept putting Youngjae into compromising positions ToT

And then the guys ganging up on Jackson and putting him in a compromising position lmao

Finish dancing and then immediately sit down to watch the game tape.

Jackson really is shit stirrer supreme, he's always trying to make jokes or play pranks ^^;;

So many of the guys wear NBA-related stuff. Jaebeom was wearing a Bulls sweater Jinyoung was wearing a Suns sweater, and Yugyeom had a bulls jacket. I'm pretty sure I saw some NBA clothing in episode 1 too lol.

I don't know what the point of Mark having his coat halfway around his arms is (when he and Jinyoung go out to buy ice cream).

At first when Jinyoung introduced the battle between Yugyeom and JB I was like well Yugyeom has dance battle experience doesn't he? But then I was like oh wait, JB was a b-boy too lol.

Episode 3

They could just ask Jaebeom to pay but GOT7 (spearheaded by Jackson) always has to find the most annoying way to tease Jaebeom lmao.

Youngjae setting the mood for karaoke lol.

Jackson playing the tambourines with the most 'I was paid to be here' face ever.

Jackson: I can sing any song you choose for me

GOT7: *Chooses a song he doesn't know*

Yugyeom's falsetto verse of Pick Me, with waacking freestyle dance break

Aw, Bambam was nervous about singing and JB sang it with him

Lmao "maybe we should have at least one good performance"

Yugyeom really is Jinyoung's baby uwu. When Jinyoung was going back with the snacks, he was tugging Yugyeom along by the hand.

LMAO Jaebeom, Jinyoung, and Yugyeom just having an argument about the money while the others are paying them no mind and just singing karaoke.

They pulled up an English song (JBiebs) for Mark :P

The House You Live In by Park Jinyoung by Park Jinyoung

LMAO Pororo song is a must XD

I still don't get why/how karaoke gives scores.

Episode 4

Jackson sitting on Jinyoung's armrest. Clingy boy.

Mark wearing a Bulls sweater, Yugyeom wearing a Nets shirt, and Youngjae wearing a Bulls coat. I'm guessing their stylists got a bunch of NBA themed stuff and that's why.

Coco's parents and Tuan brothers is Youngjae + Mark and Mark + Yugyeom I guess lol. Why is Yugyeom a Tuan brother?

The Youngjae/Mark/Yugyeom van is the music & relax van. The Bambam/Jinyoung/Jaebeom/Jackson van is the shenanigans van.

Jaebeom's a dog

Youngjae woke up Mark to get food at the rest stop and Mark said he was full, but honestly I wonder if Mark just said that so that he could continue sleeping. Wouldn't surprise me :P

As always, the claw on the claw machine is way too weak.

Jaebeom heard a dog and put everything down to look for it. A lover of critters.

Lol Jackson and Jinyoung looked so awkward trying to approach the pomeranian. But Yugyeom and Jaebeom had no problems approaching either of the dogs.

Jaebeom getting up close with the dogs :P He accidentally bumped into one though who barked at him.

Jackson getting on his hands and feet because he wanted to be played with and praised. Jackson dogboy always.

Episode 5

"Look at Yugyeom being weird singing by himself!"

Contrast that with Dream seeing Jisung sing alone at the wall and teasing him but joining him later XD

I thought it was a bit when Jackson was like "something entered my body!" and ripped off his jacket. I realized that he meant like something went in his shirt when he started getting it out lol.

Mark was the culprit XD

There's a zoo on the island!

Jackson and Bambam having the most pointless argument about ostriches and whether Bambam learned about them in school.

Youngjae was already talking a lot in English these days

Jinyoung flying jump kick at Yugyeom

Jinyoung is being such a nuisance lol

I was already noticing how nobody calls Jinyoung "Junior" even though the subtitles always call him that. But recently I saw a video where Jackson was ranting about how nobody actually calls him Junior and that everybody calls him Jinyoung. So now I notice it even more.

Mark wants to lie down and relax and nobody's joining him

What is this dog roleplay ToT First it was Jackson in the last video and now Jinyoung and Youngjae have both done it on Nami Island.

PADDLEBOATS!!!!!!! I love them even though they go a lot slower than you want them to lmao.

Somehow it turned into bumper paddleboats, that's gotta be some kind of safety hazard ^^;;

Jinyoung and Jackson had to leave early

LMAO in the background there was a woman wearing an Exo sweater

Snacks (hotteok and ice cream) before food (chicken galbi)

Jaebeom ok with holding hands with Mark but not with Yugyeom

Episode 6

Way more interested in playing than eating

Mark playing rules lawyer today

Jaebeom and Mark still eating long after the others have finished and started to clean up and play.

Jackson imparting his fencing knowledge onto us. So apparently when the fencers touch each other at the same time, the one with the offensive move wins.

Well actually Jinyoung is the only one cleaning up and chilling. Jackson, Youngjae, Bambam, and Yugyeom are doing the fencing.

Youngjae fencing with an iced coffee in his other hand.

JB and Mark continuing to eat, finishing with the fruit.

Jaebeom also going to sleep after eating. Perfect healing day indeed.

Jackson is taking fencing too seriously, as expected lol

JJP literally don't care

Youngjae blurry cam

Youngjae shaky cam

Mark casually doing flips. So casual. Also the height though.

JB random breaking on the soccer field.

Why did Youngjae continue holding the foam sword during soccer

I'm feeling Jinyoung might be the best soccer player here lol.

Episode 7

Apparently Mark, Jackson, and Bambam are really good at bowling?

So the secret to unlocking the forbidden Jinyoung affection is by getting a strike

Breaking: Jackson is actually BAD at bowling!

Youngjae didn't get a strike but he did get nine pins when before he kept getting the gutter

Nooo Jackson ripped his pants ToT what is with this group and ripping pants on camera

I don't get why Jackson and Youngjae switched teams lol

Is it just me or does Mark just hold the bowling ball and not put his fingers in the holes?

Jinyoung coming back and Mark asking him to spank him ^^;;

Omg but it's always Jinyoung who makes sure the spankee is in proper position before he spanks (which he did to Yugyeom lol)

Wait Jackson was wearing the Bulls jacket that day?

Episode 8

Yugyeom doing colouring, Youngjae doing watercolour painting.

Bambam told Yugyeom his cellphone password? Except it was too long so Yugyeom couldn't remember it.

These guys are so not subtle in how they're trying to get Yugyeom to drop the bottle of wine.

Ngl pranks do make me uncomfortable so I skimmed this episode.

Noooo Yugyeom ToT

Now I know the clip of Yugyeom going "DON'T HOLD ME I'M FINE!" is from this lmao

"Sorry Yugyeom's mother."

Episode 9

Yugyeom wanting to get back with his own prank, but he only shares it with the fellow dongsaengs Bambam and Youngjae :P

At the time I am watching this, I am hungry, so watching the guys snack on food is not helping!!!

Bambam was like "eat this, it's good!" to Yugyeom and then he ate half of it and Yugyeom ate the other half ^^;;

Bambam coolly passing the lie detector tests. He is flashy but I do think he is humble and realistic about his popularity in Thailand.

And then everybody passing the lie detector test X'D I think GOT7 is relatively close and understanding of one another so there's no need to hold grudges because they know they're all different. Proven by the fact that Youngjae got buzzed when he said he was a better singer than Jaebeom because you really can't compare. I know the lie detector test is just for fun and not that scientific, but I'm choosing to read too much into it lol.

I KNEW the passport drama was a prank lol. If they showed it on TV like that, it probably is.

Bambam: Y'all can just sleep at my house :3

Omg they're all just gonna prank Mark ToT

Mark the chillest victim of a prank ever. But he felt that the others were acting so he just let it play out XD

Yugyeoms' prank: Failed

Jinyoung taking a flight in a dress shirt are you kidding me. He also went bowling in a dress shirt though. Always the prep.

And then Jinyoung READS on the plane after he finishes his meal. Couldn't be me.

Episode 10

JB recovered from herniated disc T_T

Not fair

So NOISY as they're trudging to the escape room blindfolded

The MOST 大驚小怪, the employee only turned off the light and they freaked the fuck out T_T

Jackson is just here to be a nuisance TAT The others are starting to look for hints and Jackson is just there on the phone.

I thought Jackson was bluffing but he really did randomly find a key lol. He's so exhausting x.x (I know it's for the bit but omg pls)

Jackson: Please praise me

Jaebeom had such a pleased smile on his face when they escaped >3

Hmm

Apparently they were a little over but the staff ended up counting it as a pass.

Yubam...

Final thoughts

I do miss GOT7 a lot. I'm glad I saved this up to watch when I was in a GOT7 mood T_T

#screencaps & commentaries #got7

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celestialking · 3 years

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The witch is in

◇ NSFW~ 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Word count: 1k

Warnings: daddy, thigh riding,

Could I perhaps request cc!Sapnap with 21 and 24 for Kinktober? If you could possibly have it be afab/gn, and the honorifics aspect being Sapnap having a Daddy Kink. If not that’s completely okay!! I just thought I’d try my first request being for Kinktober :)

A/n: im so tired :) lmao

Sapnap had just gotten back from Punz and god had you missed him. You yourself had been gone visiting other creator friends and was finally home as well. So what better way to say welcome home than to put your boyfriend's dick down your throat.

Sapnap sat in your extra chair in your room, boxers pulled just enough for his cock to be pulled out, pants gone. You had teased his cock, tongue slowly dragging up, circling the tip, watching him shudder beneath you. You thought he'd start begging for once had you kept it up. You took mercy and enveloped him completely just as his phone discord rang.

He sighed, grabbing it he typed a quick message then threw his phone to the side. It vibrated again but you didn't care. Then that's when your monitor discord rang. Sapnap clicked deny, hissing as the tip of his cock finally reached the back of your throat. You looked up at him through your lashes, this was going to last for ages. Sapnap groaned softly above you.

"Feel so good angel,"

His discord rang again. Sapnap glared at the screen before hitting the deny call. "So good for Daddy," he cooed, running his fingers through your hair. You pulled off slowly stroking him. Sapnap tilted his head back, eyes fluttering shut. You had spent so long picking him apart, you weren't going to give it up now. You saw the call before it rang, denying it yourself, then went back to listening to his breathy moans. You wrapped your lips around him once more

"S-so close," Sapnap's fingers tightened in your hair as his hips bucked. You heard him scoff lightly and click his mouse. Another call. Sapnap's noises became more desperate as he finally hit his high. His cock twitched on your tongue filling your mouth with his cum. Sapnap growled, finally answering his discord call. Dreams' voice erupted from the call yelling for him to get on stream.

"Oh shit," he cursed, hanging up. Sapnap got out of the chair, looking for his pair of sweatpants. "I'll make it up to you later sweetheart, I promise," you pouted, making him chuckle.

Sapnap pulled up his pants and leaned over to peck your lips; not caring that they had just been around his cock. "Promise," he repeated before leaving you alone in your room. You sighed before moving up to your bed. You were ridiculously horny. Staring at the extra pillow on your bed for a moment you decided to ride it. You grabbed the plush object putting it between your thighs. You rocked against it slowly. If only Sapnap hadn't left, this could have been his thigh. Could have been him forcibly moving your hips. The pleasure was sweet and addicting. You were so close to spilling.

The sound of your phone chiming, brought you out of your thoughts. You ignored it before blissfully settling back into your hazy daydream. Unfortunately fate had a different plan. This time your phone rang. You sighed, ceasing your movements. Leaning over you answered the phone. "My room, now," was all Sapnap said before hanging up. You got up, the ache of your orgasm retreating. You recognized the look in his eyes as soon as you walked in. "So," he started. Sapnap turned his chair to face you completely.

"What were you doing in there?" Your cheeks flushed.

"Well I was- I mean- I just-" between stutters you nervously chuckled.

"Touching yourself?" You slowly moved closer. Sapnap grasped your wrist tugging you into his lap. His hands met your waist, lips on your neck. "Were you thinking about me?" He murmured, dragging his lips across your throat.

"Yes Daddy," you gasped at the feathery light sensation.

"What were you doing then?" You mumbled something softly. Sapnap caught your chin.

"Speak up sweetheart,"

"I was riding my pillow," you mumbled embarrassed.

Without saying much Sapnap positioned you right over his thigh. "Don't be embarrassed angel," he chuckled, burying his face into your neck. His fingers dug into your hips, dragging them forward. "C'mon, get off on daddy's thigh, show me how much you need me," Sapnap cooed. He let you move however you pleased. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you rocked forward.

Every time you moved, pressure pushed against your clit just right. You whined begging him to control the pace of which you moved. You wanted him to force you to grind against him until your thighs trembled. That's just what he did. Sapnap grasped your waist once more, dragging you brutally against his thigh. You gasped. He was going to do so much more than that however.

"Let me see you fall apart," he spoke softly.

Sapnap's thigh flexed and bounced underneath you. You don't even remember his hands leaving you. You were too lost in the pleasure and desperation, rutting your hips against him. Your head was tilted back, grasping his shoulder tightly.

"Sap," you cried, shaking. "Sap,"

"go ahead and let go for me,"

Your legs clamped harder around his thigh as you finally reached your orgasm. You could feel you soak through your clothes and his. To Sapnap's surprise however, you didn't stop moving. His hands ghosted your hips, unsure if you'd need help.

"You sure baby?" You nodded.

"F-fuck Daddy, feels so good," you whimpered.

When you began to tire and slow down Sapnap took over once more. He helped you work towards your second orgasm. Since you didn't get a chance to come down from your first one this is quickly. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder making him release a small groan. His fingers equally dug into your sides. Sapnap helped you through it rocking you gently, soft praises filling your ear. When you finally gained some realization you pulled off of his lap a bit.

"Do you need help?" You asked, remembering him brushing up against your leg every time you moved. Sapnap blushed and shook his head. "No need," before you could respond he started to get out of the chair, shifting you up and to his bed. "Let's get cleaned up a bit real quick,"

#celestial:scribbles #celestial:spnp #celestial:hhours #celestial:sub

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hornime · 3 years

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hello hello!! happy 500 :D i’m a new follower and i’d like to request a pit stop (i’m pretty sure that’s the alphabet thing) with mr kenma pls and thank u <3

part of my 500 event! [CLOSED]

NSFW ALPHABET | KENMA KOZUME X GN!READER

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, gn!reader, mentions of: filming, exhibitionism, choking, bondage, voyeurism, edging, roleplay

a/n: thank you for requesting!!!! this was super fun to write and i hope u enjoy <3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

kenma’s competitive with himself, and that’s something that definitely carries into the bedroom. he’s analytical, so he’ll ask you questions that you really cannot take seriously after getting your brains fucked out like how many times did you cum? and on a scale from one to ten how good did that feel? although its not the traditional sort of aftercare, you know that he’s only doing it so he can make the experience better for the next time, and so far he hasn’t failed in doing so.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

himself: his fingers. he’s gotta use them for a lot of things: clicking the mouse while he’s gaming, signing business contracts, making you cream around them, sticking them down your throat, you know, day-to-day things. he looks at his hands with pride with the way they’re able to manipulate anything—especially you.

partner: your wrists. he loves the duality; when he’s holding your forearms above your head and thrusting into you mercilessly, he gets a sort of satisfaction in how limp your wrists go, your clenched fists drooping helplessly in his grasp. but he has reverence for their strength; when you’re choking him, fingers digging into his pulse points, he can’t help but focus on the way your wrist pushes down on his collarbone, the post-sex aches there simply reminders of how he fell to putty in your hands.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

would rather cum on you than inside. let’s face it, he was probably a hentai addict at some point and got hooked on the lewd way they showed backshots, facials, and the like. also a sucker for cumming in your mouth when you give him a blowjob and making you stick your tongue out before swallowing. put on a little show of licking your fingers or your lips and he’ll instantly get hard again.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to fuck you while streaming. even after graduating high school, he’s not the tallest nor the strongest, and he’s constantly getting comments like how did he bag someone as hot as ‘em? or they’re probably just in it for the money on videos that he films with you. he’s not an idiot, he knows that even if he was the world’s hottest person there’d still be hate comments because that’s just how the internet works, but he really really wants to shut them all up by pausing his game and folding your body across his desk. there’s no way in hell he’d follow through with that though, because his career—and probably both of your lives—would be ruined, but he’s not opposed to making some faceless porn videos if you’re down for that kind of thing.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

kenma kept to himself for most of his life, so while he didn’t really have hands-on experience, he did get a lot of knowledge from hentai and mangas and such (which really is a double-edged sword because no, not everyone’s nipples are that sensitive, but its fine). so he kinda had a lot of unrealistic expectations and not a lot of sexual encounters to disprove them. but when he blew up on twitch and youtube? phew this guy had people THROWING themselves at him. and so he did indulge a bit, ‘gained some xp’ and ‘leveled up’ as he’d say, before stumbling upon you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

when you ride him and he’s sitting up so your chests are pressed together. kenma’s the type of person to see kissing as super intimate (yes, even more intimate than literally being inside you) so he loves this position because he can make out with you. he lives for those heated makeout sessions when you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths and nipping at each other’s lips. also likes the position where either you’re sitting with your back to his chest or vice versa and getting each other off.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i feel like he’d be pretty serious at first, in the early stages of your relationship, but as you got more comfortable, his dorkiness would shine through. like, this guy plays video games for a living, alright? he’s bound to make a few dumb references while you are ‘doing the dirty’, maybe let loose his killer wario impression when things get steamy.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like kenma definitely dyed his pubes blonde as part of a prank at some point so that it matched his hair LMAO. and hygiene-wise, i mean, he still is a musty gamer boy except now he’s getting paid for it. so he probably didn’t take care of it at all before really settling down with a long-term partner (cough, you). now he keeps it trimmed (and he might dye it again for kicks).

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i feel like it varies from situation to situation. depending on the mood and whatnot, he might really cling to the romance stuff and kiss you on the neck or forehead or murmur i love you, that kind of thing. other times, it might just be all about physical pleasure. it all chalks up to what kind of sex you guys are having, really.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to be watched when masturbating. this pretty much goes hand-in-hand with his fantasy of railing you while streaming, but he’s a fan of either having you sit in front of him and boss him around while he’s jerking off or recording himself. also he might have posted a couple of the videos he films for you to a brand new account on twitter, accidentally blew up, and caused the hashtag #isthiskodzuken to trend for a couple weeks... oops.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

filming/voyeurism: kenma spends all his time in front of cameras, and that part of his life is just part of his sexual preferences now. would almost always be down to film a sex tape. when you guys are separated because of work or whatever, your messages are just lewd pictures and snippets back and forth. its really fucking with your data plan.

roleplay: he has an active imagination—need i say more? he’s constantly coming up with scenarios in his head and he’s definitely bought you a sexy cosplay costume on multiple occasions. i can’t see him into anything too intense like ddlg but i’m sure there’s some more milder stuff sprinkled within his sex life.

edging + bondage combo: when he’s subbing, kenma’s definitely the type who wants to relinquish all control. he just wants you to do whatever you want to him and tease him until he’s crying and begging to cum. will squirm a lot, which will eventually prompt you to tie his hands behind his back, which he realizes he likes a lot more than he thought he would.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

his office (feeds into his boss/employee fantasy) and in the bedroom, but just not on the bed (on his desk, at his gaming chair). the bed is for the more lovey-dovey sex.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

this is oddly specific, but i feel like he’s the kind of guy that’ll get really hard if you massage his hair, lull him into a false sense of security, and then wrap your hand around his neck. the moment you squeeze, his face’ll go red and the blood goes rushing to his dick.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

threesomes or sex with other people watching. although he might be an exhibitionist, he’s pretty hesitant when it comes to actually being that vulnerable for another person. there’s a fine line between the thrill of possibly doing it with other people and then the reality of actually doing it with other people and its a line that he most likely will not cross. after all, even though he’s more extroverted than he used to be, sex is still something you still had to coax him out of his shell for.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving (50%): he likes the ego boost that comes with making you cum with just his mouth and, since he keeps note of the kinds of things that really get you over the edge, he’s constantly getting better at it. likes fingering even more, though, so he’ll almost always have his fingers in your hole while he does it.

receiving (50%): loves getting blowjobs while he’s gaming and his headset mic is on (exhibitionist, cough cough). his favorite time to get oral is when you’ve got him tied to a chair and are taking your own sweet time, daring him to cum at the frustratingly slow pace you’re going.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

regardless of the scene, he goes relatively slow. likes savoring the moment and likes seeing your reactions to each of his individual movements even more so he wouldn’t like rushing things.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

honestly, not a fan of them. he gets really flustered after sex, like red-face-and-heavy-breathing-and-messy-hair kind of flustered, so he sucks at composing himself. the last thing he wants is for his stakeholders to realize he got the soul sucked out of him from the burning blush on his cheeks, therefore he like sex when he can take his time with it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

will be down to experiment if you’re clear about it. open communication is a big one for taking steps in sex because he’s not the best at reading people. so as long as you explain what exactly you want to do, sure, he’ll try it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not more than a couple rounds, but they will be excruciatingly long. he’ll make you cum multiple times before he takes care of himself just because he loves seeing your expression when you finish. but once he cums, there’s not much going to happen after that. baby burns out fast.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves ‘em and uses them at any given opportunity. he’s still a bit lazy, but does it really matter when he can just buy something to make you both feel good with minimal effort? after all, he has the money. kenma always has the latest ‘gadgets’; in fact, there’s an entire box of toys in his closet. his favorite would have to be the app-controlled vibrator—he loves using it on you as much as he loves you using it on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

as much as he likes making you cum, he likes seeing your face and hearing your noises more. so yes, he’s a teaser. he just loves how receptive you get when you’re begging him to touch you more, to fuck you faster, that he can’t help but drag things out longer than necessary. it’s really your fault that he does it, at least, that’s what he tells you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud, loud, LOUD. kenma whimpers and his moans usually get higher-pitched the closer he gets to his orgasm. when he’s busy focusing with you, though, all that’s pouring out of his mouth is absolute filth, talking about how sexy you look and how good you’re taking him. might degrade you here and there when he sees how easy it is for you to finish with him just using his fingers—he can’t help it.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has the money and the inability to take life too seriously, so yeah, he’s ordered a silicone mold of your genitalia, whether its your pussy or your cock. its embarrassingly useful when he goes on business trips and its the one thing he never forgets to pack (he forgot his passport once but you bet he had his custom sex toy tucked safely in his luggage like the crazy bastard he is). got you a dildo in the shape of his dick for your birthday so he wouldn’t feel as weird about it.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

six and a half inches, slight curve to the left, and for lack of a better word, pretty. it sits prettily in your palm, has a pretty pink shade on the tip, and overall always leaves you satisfied. for what he can’t do with his cock, he has plenty of toys to compensate anyway.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he was pretty conservative about it at first, but once you gave him a taste of his desires and some of your own, he was hooked. what started as taking out his frustrations after a particular bad game became compounded with rewards after a particularly good game, and now he thinks of sex as a good luck charm before he even turns on his pc. so yeah, you got a pretty needy guy on your hands.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s out almost immediately. he puts a lot of effort into fucking you well, and i mean, he doesn’t have the best stamina despite years of volleyball. basically the pleasure goes straight into his brain, electrifies his nerves for a solid couple hours, and then the moment he cums it all just shuts down. if you make him drink some monster you’ll probably be able to fix the circuit board and get him started up again.

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armysantiny · 2 years

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Twilight Cafe - Side Orders

The Anger of the 98’

Minnie's notes: Yes, I am adding smaller drabbles to this series. Partly to flesh out the characters and partly because I don't want to let this series collect dust while I write the chapters. Also if you saw this on my cb, shut up you saw nothing lmao/j

The complex was silent. Deathly silent. No one dared utter a word as the leadership trio returned; ice cold fury across their faces. Yeosang’s blood ran cold as he checked the camera feed, already picturing the events that would come next. Torture sessions were few and far between, but when they did happen…no one could deny the sheer power the three held to frighten even the most hardened of individuals.

Even the rest of Ateez were scared of them.

Barely acknowledging the name tag of the poor soul she grabbed by the collar, Hyerin dragged him towards the room where Hongjoong and Seonghwa were waiting. Deaf to the cries and pleas of the petrified staff in her hands, Hyerin shot him a glare, twisting her hand around the fabric and squeezing the air out of the nuisance she had trembling beside her.

“We haven’t even done anything. Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Fuck Hyerin, bring them in already.”

Scrambling to his knees as the met the cold, hard metal of the torture room floor, the staff barely had time to react as a steel baseball bat met his back, a sickening crunch filling the room shortly afterwards.

“Joong, give it here.” Hand outstretched, Seonghwa clicked his neck as he twisted the weapon in his hands. It had been a while since he played baseball. A bit of practice wouldn’t hurt.

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Five strikes with the baseball bat and the trio’s victim was left delirious. Barely conscious as he attempted to keep himself above the growing pool of blood underneath them, the staff coughed up blood, his nose drowning in the sticky substance. Gasping as a cane lifted his head up, the staff made eye contact with the head of the hydra that was Ateez’s leadership.

“You know what we forgot? Our little plaything has a name~. What’s your name little mouse?”

“Nam- Namhyuck…Goo Namhyuck.” His arms giving out as the pain became too much to bare, Namhyuck collapsed to the floor, his frail and beaten body soaking in its own blood.

“My turn boys…move.”Hyerin was ruthless. Digging her heel into Namhyuck’s forearm while she removed her jacket, the ringing sound of screams hardly fazed her – she’d broken the bone, nothing out of the ordinary. Humming as she looked down to inspect the damage, the con woman simply moved to Namhyuck’s other arm, repeating the process with ease. Kicking off her heels, Hyerin opted for the pair of boots she kept stashed away, sliding into the footwear as she watched the writhing body mere yards away.

Oh but Hyerin wasn’t done. Far from it.

Scouring the knives lining the walls, she picked out a simple hunting knife, twirling the blade in her hand as she approached Namhyuck’s barely conscious body. Where to cut…where to cut. Grinning as she found the perfect canvas for her art, Hyerin crouched, grabbing Namhyuck by the jaw, carving the blade against his cheek, three initials appearing out of the blood.

“Oh look – a tattoo~”

“Shall we put the bastard out of his misery Rin? I’m already feeling much better.” Seonghwa suggested, handing Hyerin the suppressed pistol. Taking the gun and cocking the barrel, Hyerin aimed it between the tortured man’s eyes, a satisfied glint in her eyes. They had played around with their prey long enough.

“Light’s out~!” Bang.

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itstittycitybaby · 4 years

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Naivety is Enduring (Lin Beifong x reader)

a/n: can’t figure out a better title lmao but this fic is based on one of the asks i’ve gotten. reader is a shy, oblivious officer at the station who’s accidentally been flirting with Lin.

You kept your head up as you sifted through the streets of Republic City. The streets were almost completely bare with little to no traffic. However, about an hour later that’s when chaos errupted. Your shift started in thirty minutes, but you always took pride on being early.

Your job wasn’t too important. Compared to the detectives, the actual officers that made rounds, and chief Beifong, it was insignificant. The front desk needed somebody to help keep things under control and dealt with the people coming in and out. It didn’t matter to you. In fact you preferred it. Working the front desk made it easier for you to be more discreet. The quiet and the calm helped ground you unlike going into the streets of the city everyday. Talking to some of the people coming in and out still made you anxious, but it wasn’t so bad.

Letting out a soft sigh, you unlocked the doors. It was dark in the station, which was expected, but in the hall a light was on. It was the last door on the left. Chief Beifong’s office. You couldn’t help but frown. It was four thirty am. Everyone was either asleep or making their way to the station. You weren’t surprised; Chief Beifong was known to work late into the night and the early morning. There was no stopping her.

Setting down your stuff, you started opening up. You winced at the bright lights as they flickered on. Everything seemed to be there where you left it. You groaned at the never ending filing you had to do. Along with the petty reports you had to sign and date.

Time passed for ten minutes. Then fifteen. You thought Chief Beifong would have left her office. She usually did whenever the first person came into the station but she stayed locked up.

Shaking it off, you made your way to the break room. A pot of coffee would freshen the two of you up. Though, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. Talking to people had never been your strong suit. Especially Chief Beifong. The officers did their best to tread around her carefully and only speak to her when they had to. “Everyone deserves someone to talk to,” you reassured yourself as you poured water into the pot. “Even if they’re fucking terrifying.”

When the coffee was finished you grabbed two mugs. You put sugar and cream in yours. You had a feeling Chief Beifong didn’t like anything in her coffee. If she didn’t like it so be it. At least you tried. Pushing the door open with your hips, you clutched the mugs in your hand tightly. You cursed softly as some of the hot coffee spilled onto your hand. Your hand became a bit red and it hurt like a mother fucker. You made your way past a couple of officers and nodded and smiled at them. They murmured a good morning but continued to chat. No matter, you weren’t as important as they were, you mused.

You swallowed thickly as you stood in front of the imposing door. Chief Beifong never failed to make you nervous. She was scary as hell but before you could chicken out, you knocked on her door twice. Good number. Not too hard and not too soft, you thought. “Come in,” a gruff, but muffled voice replied from the other side of the door.

Pushing aside your nerves, you opened the door quietly. The head of gray hair that you loved lifted up from the papers in front of her. A brow raised in your direction with a tiny frown on her face. “Yes?”

You fought the urge to fidget and gave the chief an uneasy smile. Focus. “I saw you were still awake,” you said softly, trying not to make her more irritated, “so I brought you a mug of coffee.” Chief Beifong’s eyes narrowed a bit. From suspicion or irritation, you couldn’t tell. God, you wanted the floor to swallow you. You hated it when she dissected you with cold stares. It was just a cup of coffee for fucks sake!

You shuffled your feet nervously as you waited her to say something. Either a sharp “Get out” or a gruff “thanks”, you didn’t care. At this point you just wanted to get out. Chief Beifong’s green eyes lightened a bit. A wave of relief washed over you. Success. “Thank you,” she quipped, looking back down at her paper work. “You really shouldn’t have.” “It’s no problem,” you replied, a shy smile on your face. You set the mug carefully with a gentle thud, and made your leave.

But you felt like it wasn’t enough. You wanted to be different from the other officers. They were all intimidated and terrified of her. Not that you could blame them, but they didn’t even try to be friendly. You had gotten this far, what else could go wrong? So, with all the courage you had left you said, “Have a good day Chief.” With that, you left her office with a surprised Chief behind her desk.

“Ready for training?” You looked up from the files you were sifting through to put away. The stack was never ending but you had made good progress. It had only been one third of it wiped out, but it was still progress. You could barely contain your surprise. “Y-yes Chief Beifong,” you sputtered holding the manilla file tightly. Her brow twitched and her eyes stared into your soul. Were they always that pretty?

“Good. You’re up in ten.” You nodded, “Yes m’am.” You swore you saw a smirk before she turned around and left you there standing like an idiot. “Get yourself together,” you whispered harshly, cheeks burning.

You sighed as the hot water hit your back. The aching joints and your sore muscles started to soothe under the shower’s water. You’ve always hated training especially whenever the Chief observed you. It was her job but still, did she have to stare? She wasn’t afraid to correct you every five seconds, but how could you concentrate whenever you had a HUGE crush on her? “Fuckin…Chief having to be her hot…self whenever she’s around,” you grumbled to yourself in the empty locker room.

Shivering, you hurried to your satchel to change back into your uniform. The towel around you did little to warm your body. “Didn’t think I’d still see you here.” You jumped. “Oh my god,” you squeaked, pulling your towel closer to you. “C-Chief,” you greeted, cheeks flaming. “P-pleasant surprise.”

She didn’t say anything as she grabbed her bag. She still had her white tank top on which showed off her toned arms. The cargo pants she wore hugged her ass perfectly. The chief’s normally gray hair was pulled up into a bun. Fuck, did she look good.

Suddenly, Chief Beifong turned to you. You jumped, startled, eyes snapping up to hers. She looked surprised and you swear to the spirits her cheeks turned slightly pink. “U-uh uhhh uhhh,” you sputtered, trying to explain yourself. Grabbing your bag with incredible speed, you spilled out, “I-I gotta go C-Chief! Nice uhhhh talking to you!” With that you dashed out of the locker rooms and left a dumfounded Lin Beifong.

“I fucking hate myself,” you spat in the mirror as you flung your uniform back on. Chief Beifong caught you checking her out. You were fucked. Screwed. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if she handed you resignation letters once you got back to the front desk. You could’t blame her. Maybe you could find a nice little job? Out in the surrounding cities? Far away from Republic City? That sounded like a great idea. You could see it now. Sure the pay wouldn’t probably be the greatest, but it’s better than having the embarassment of being fired in front of your colleagues. They already thought your rank was a disgrace. Imagine the gossip once they figured out the reason for getting fired.

Sighing, you begrudgingly trudged out of the bathroom. Anxiety bubbled in your chest as you left the safe haven behind you and returned to your desk. Maybe she’d just forget about it? “She wont,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“Get yourself together,” you scolded yourself. “We can go home and sulk later. We’ve got a job to do.”

“See you!” You waved, a fake grin plastered on your face. Your coworker didn’t seem to notice though. You hated talking to the officers; they were usually lovely people, but talking to people made you feel smaller claw and insignificant. It was tiring and made you feel stupid that you had trouble talking to people.

Five thirty rolled around on the clock. You still had some filing to finish, sign some mediocre documents, and take care of the citizens coming in and out. Almost everyone had left except for a few people in the station. You were surprised you didn’t find any resignation papers on your desk, or god forbid Chief Beifong waiting at your desk to chew you out. It would be well deserved at least. But now, you didn’t know how to go from here.

Just pretend everything is normal, you told yourself. Oh, if only the spirits were on your side. “Chief Beifong wants to see you.” You sighed, turning to the officer. You hated the pity they held for you. Their face held a grimace as they watched you get up from the floor. “Alright, thanks.” They nodded, but left you to wallow in the anxiety of facing your boss and loosing your job. “Better make the most of it, was great while it lasted.”

Your feet trudged to her door. You felt your heart quicken and the lump in your throat was like a heavy tone. The beating of your heart felt like a sharp dagger piercing into is. You rubbed your clammy hands on your trousers and swallowed. “Enter,” the gruff voice answered once you gathered the courage to knock. Taking one last breath, you gently opened the door. You dreaded the moment the door closed with a soft click.

“I-I’m really sorry,” you stuttered as soon as you went inside. Chief Beifong followed the movement of your twiddling fingers before looking you in the eye. “It was very unprofessional of me to.. d-do that and I understand if you want to fire me.” Chief Beifong didn’t say anything. She looked surprised. Her hands were folded underneath her chin as she studied you. Her green eyes focused in on you. You felt more like a mouse now than you usually did.

“You’re not getting fired.” Confused, you tilted your head. Your brows furrowed deeply. You nibbled your lips as you asked, “What?” Chief Beifong chuckled, “No, in fact, I wanted to ask if you were busy tonight. Maybe get a couple drinks.”

“O-oh,” you said softly, hands dropping by your sides. “Yea sure. I-I can ask some of the other officers if they’d like to come to!” Chief Beifong stared at you. She was trying to process the situation. “No,” she started, “I’m..asking you out..on a date.”

Your eyes widened. Oh. OH. The tips of your ears burned red along with your cheeks. The chief’s eyes glittered with amusement. You nodded, averting her eyes. “Y-yes. I’d like that.” “Good,” she replied, a barely there smirk on her face. “Give me fifteen minutes and I should be finished with this.” Nodding, you made your way to the door. “You got it Chief.” “Lin.” “Huh?” “Call me Lin.” Smiling you said, “Alright, Lin.” It felt foreign on your tongue but you liked it. Leaving her office, you gave her one last timid wave. And no you did not skip all the way back to your desk.

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zackmartin · 3 years

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Animated Moodboard Tutorial

Okay, so @piracyisavictimlesscrime asked me how I animated my latest moodboard, but it’s kinda hard to explain without showing examples of the steps, so I decided to make a quick tutorial!

I tend to overexplain because I like for it to be as simple as possible for those that are absolute beginners, so I apologize if any part of this feels tedious.

For reference, I’m using Photoshop CC for this but I’d assume older versions would work too, as long as it can make gifs it should work lmao.

The tutorial is kinda image-heavy, I apologize, so everything is under the cut!

So, first I make my moodboard in photoshop. I think you were more asking about the animated part so I’ll keep this brief, but basically I opened a new project that’s 540x540 pixels like so:

Then, I’d open the individual pics I wanted to use, crop them to 1:1 if necessary, add my psd, merge all the layers, resize them to 177 px wide (178 for the ones in the middle, but I kept the length as 177) and then I’d drag them over to the blank project and arrange them the way I want. Once the moodboard was the way I wanted it, I exported it as a jpg. (You could also just merge all the layers of your moodboard and skip this step, it’s really up to you.) (If you need any further explanation or screenshots of any of these steps, just let me know!)

So, I open the jpg in photoshop so the whole moodboard becomes my base layer.

You’re going to need the timeline feature for this, so if isn’t already opened, go to Window > Timeline and click it so it pops up like this:

Then you create a video timeline, and make frames out of the timeline. To do this, you just click the button that says Create Video Timeline:

And then click the three little squares in the lower left corner to create the frames:

Now you need to decide how many frames you want your moodboard to be. I wanted enough frames to be able to spell out money on the text conversation in the middle right image of my moodboard with one frame that has nothing on it, so I created one frame for each letter along with one for the “blank” frame, totaling six, like so:

Also, for the final product, I wanted the frames to be 0.3 sec, so typically I would change the speed at this step (most of the screenshots are wrong, the ones that show 0.02. For some reason I just, got confused and used the wrong time and I didn’t really realize until close to the end but it’s supposed to be set at 0.3. Ofc, you can decide the speed for yourself, my way isn’t the only way alskjdf) If you need an explanation on how to do that, just send me quick ask/DM and I’ll be happy to explain :)

Now comes the doodling/animating part. I created a new layer for each little doodle that I did. For example, as I said, I wanted to spell out “money” on the right middle image, so I created five new layers for each of the letters.

(as I sidenote, make sure all the layers you create are above your moodboard layer to make sure they’re visible on the moodboard itself).

Now, I select just the first layer I created, then I go to the moodboard and doodle the letter ‘m’ over the m in the image using the pencil tool (the size set to 1 px, hardness at 100% and the color white selected for it; although obvs you can use any color you like).

My laptop is one of those ones that you can turn around and turn it into a tablet and it comes with a little tablet pen that made it much simpler to do the actual drawing. If you have a touchscreen or tablet mode or a tablet for digital art, I would suggest utilizing it here because it comes in handy with the actual drawing. (If all you have is the mouse and you aren’t feeling what you’re drawing, you could always use a resource blog like chaoticresources or itsphotoshop to download doodle packs. ofc just be ethical if you’re using other peoples’ drawings 💕) But, if you’re artistically challenged like me (or even if you aren’t honestly) it does take a bit of practice and a bit of erasing and redrawing to get it how you want it to look. (for reference, just the question marks above the masks took me a full hour cause I’m a perfectionist 😭)

anyway, here’s a little demonstration of that. Keep in mind that again, I’m artistically challenged, so the actual process took a lot more finagling and erasing and redrawing, and I know the doodles I did for this tutorial are kinda crude so I apologize for that 😅 (also, idk why the gif is so slow. I set it to have no delay but I think since the image is so large, it’s kinda lagging. Sorry about that).

Now, I select the second layer I created, and do the same thing just with the letter ‘o’:

Then, I just keep going with each of the letters, using one layer for each letter.

Now, comes the actual animating part. I wanted each letter doodle to show up on a different frame on the moodboard, starting with none of the letters showing on the first frame, so in order to do that, I selected the first frame in the timeline in the lower left hand corner, and then you go over to the layers, and click the little button that looks like an eye “hiding” all the layers that contain the letters I drew. Then, I wanted just the letter ‘m’ to show up on the second frame, so I select the second frame in the timeline in the lower left corner, and then I “unhid” the layer that contains the ‘m’ (by clicking the little box where the eye button is) making sure that only that layer is showing. I just kept doing this, showing more letters in each frame until all of them are showing in the final frame:

So, then when you play the gif back, it looks like this:

I’ll show you how I did the “arches” over the shoes too, just to reiterate, but that’s basically how it’s done.

So, I literally just did the same thing as above, creating three new layers for each of the little arches I wanted to draw, and then I selected the first layer, drew my first arch, selected my second layer, drew my second arch, and then repeated for the third (again, I apologize for my abysmal art skills, this was quick for tutorial purposes lmao):

Also, you can see in this gif above I “grouped” the layers that contain the letters I drew in the beginning, but that’s just my way of keeping things organized so I know which layer goes with which sketch. I get kinda persnickety about that kinda stuff but that’s obvs an optional step.

And then, you do the same thing as above to select which doodle shows on which frame. For this one, I made it so that just the first arch shows on the first frame, then the first and middle showing on the second, with all three showing on the third frame, and I started back at the beginning with the fourth frame, repeating that pattern until I got to the last frame, like so:

So, then it looks like this when played back:

And, that’s basically it! You do the same thing for each of the images and then you just save it as a gif.

To do that, just go to File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy). (I play it a few times like so because that’ll be the final project, so I can see if I missed anything in the editing process):

I’ll show you a screenshot of the settings I use, just make sure you have the loop in the lower right corner set to forever (circled below), otherwise the doodles will only play once and then stop lmao. Also, when making gifs, you have to make sure the number in the lower left corner (circled below) stays below, I think 6mb, (but it might be 7 I can’t quite remember), otherwise the gif(s) won’t move.

I don’t think any moodboard you make will ever get even close to that number, but that’s just a little extra tip if you ever make gifs in the future.

Anyway, that’s it! Save it to your location of choice, name it whatever, and you’re all set! You have an animated moodboard!

If any of these steps were confusing or you need further explanation or you just want to see another tutorial for any of my other edits, please don’t hesitate to reach out! I’ll be happy to help in any way I can!

Also, feel free to tag your creations using #usernicolette because I love seeing what people do using my tutorials! 🥺💗

Happy creating!

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➸ call me baby {2/3}

SUMMER NIGHTS

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | biker au

warnings: swearing, violence, implied smut, mainly fluff.

word count: 7.8k

synopsis: Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker. And when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either. That was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

series masterlist

a/n: ok so this has turned into a three part series!! the next part will likely be a bit shorter, but i wanted to wrap up the story properly and i felt that needed it’s own separate part. i’m gonna post a masterlist for this series tomorrow, and i might write some drabbles for this fic to add to it once it’s finished if anyone has any hc/drabble ideas they’d like to send in?? i need to stop rambling so much lmao,,, please enjoy!!

Sunsets; consisting of an array of warm tones, reds and oranges bleeding into each other, casting a dim, natural light over cities before the artificial yellow beaming of street lamps lit up the world instead. A comforting reminder that every bad day eventually ends, but a sad reminder that every perfect day ends too.

In your case, they’d been unsettling ends to a continuous string of perfect days. And following those, a bright sunrise poured light through your windows every morning, indicating that you were one day closer to the end of the summer.

Currently, the deep, warm sky was the background of a blissful ride through the city. Perched on the back of Bucky’s motorcycle, your arms enveloping his waist, fingertips grazing lightly over his stomach through his shirt. No destination in particular; just an excuse to be close to one another.

Since the night at Wanda’s bar, the night where you simply let yourself begin to feel for Bucky, things had been different. Better.

Rides around the city were a frequent occurrence, usually happening when Bucky offered to take you home on his bike, but taking the long way back to enjoy the view and the feeling of you next to him for a short while longer.

It was therapeutic, tranquil. Well, until your road rage got the best of you.

“Dude, it’s a green light,” You shouted at the car in front you. “Green means go, didn’t you learn that in kindergarten?”

“Christ, you realise you’re yellin’ straight in my ear, right?”

“Sorry, Buck,” You patted his chest apologetically, before proceeding to yell once again. “Not my fault some people don’t know how traffic lights work!”

It was entertaining to Bucky, anyway. Even if it did earn you some middle fingers, which you gladly returned.

As the sky began to lose its vibrant hue, the two of you headed back in the direction of your place, definitely your least favourite part of the ride, but you savoured it nevertheless.

You were friends. Teasing each other incessantly because you just bounced off one another like that, but you often found yourself gravitating towards him. During meals at the clubhouse, you sat in the same spot as you did when you entered the place for the first time; right next to Bucky. While that likely meant for Steve and Peggy that they were in for a painful time, consisting of them slowly losing their patience with you both, they didn’t mind. Well, they did a little.

It’d been almost two hours since you started your game of Monoply. You weren’t sure if you were anywhere near the end of the game, but everyone was still pretty into it. Clint and Sam were paired up as a team, Steve and Peggy shared the little top-hat token, you and Bucky had the wheelbarrow, and Natasha had the car. She claimed she worked better when was on her own team, which was proved to be true by the fact she was winning.

It was Steve and Peggy’s turn to roll, and their top hat was moved to land on the ‘Boardwalk’ space.

“Oh, that’s our space!” You chirped. “Pay up, my dudes.”

“_____, you don’t have a house on that space.”

“Well, could you pass me one? I want this space.”

“You have to buy one.”

“Then I’ll buy one.”

Peggy sighed. “It’s not your turn, you can’t buy a house. Your token isn’t even on that space.”

You furrowed your brows, turning to Bucky. Maybe you should’ve read the rules before playing; you’d never actually played Monoply before. “Oh. That kinda sucks then.”

After a moment, Bucky reached over to the little bag of houses, picking one out and placing it on the Boardwalk space.

“Buck, that’s cheating.” Steve glared at his friend, who only shrugged innocently.

“She’s never played before, let her just have the damn house.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause she’s on your team, jerk.”

Bucky just shrugged again, turning to shoot you a wink as you smirked in satisfaction and placing your little house on the space, missing Steve and Peggy sharing a look of annoyance as they passed a pile of yellow bills over to you.

It was safe to say the two of you weren’t allowed to play as a team during board games anymore. Natasha always won the games anyway, so it’s not like you and him cheating made much of a difference.

You thought things were moving smoothly with Bucky. You knew that you liked him, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew that — it was pretty fucking obvious at this point. But it would be a rather dumb move to escalate things even if you wanted to. The summer would be over in two months, one third of it was already gone, and you would be too by the beginning of September. Naively, you’d told yourself that you simply wouldn’t take things further. Easy enough, right?

Wrong; so very wrong. You’d proved to yourself that you seriously needed to stop acting impulsively on one fateful after a day spent at the clubhouse.

You’d been about to leave, but had decided to head off to the office where Bucky had been pretty much all evening while everyone else was out in the backyard, which was odd considering you would’ve assumed he’d be the last to not spend the night drinking beer and hanging out with friends over, well, anything else.

You knocked loudly on the door, hearing shuffling and the clicking of a computer keyboard before a quiet ‘come in’ followed. Furrowing your brows, you stepped into the room, eyes landing on the biker slumped in the chair at the desk, forcing a small smile. Did he really think your were that oblivious?

“You’ve been hiding in here all night,” You approaches the desk, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is there something you wanna share with the class?”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the computer screen and your face, before he shook his head. “Just dealin’ with club stuff.”

“Hm, and what counts as club stuff?”

“It’s stuff you don’t need to worry about.”

You scoffed. “Huh, what happened to not doing stuff you shouldn’t be? Not getting into trouble?”

“Do you ever mind your own business?” Bucky questioned bluntly, though there was a smirk tugging at his lips.

Mirroring his expression, you leaned against the desk next to him. “Not when someone is clearly trying to hide something.

The biker bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating for a few moments. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. Sure, he’d only known you around a month now, but you were... his friend. A good friend. He just didn’t want you mixed up in anything dangerous. Steve wasn’t lying when he said that the club tried to stay out of trouble, because they definitely didn’t go out of their way to get into shitty situations. But if they needed to get their hands a little dirty to deal with clubs that thrived off trouble, then so be it.

Eventually, Bucky sighed, moving a hand back over his computer mouse and letting the screen light up again. Crinkling your brows, your eyes scanned the screen. He’d been looking at a map of Brooklyn, and the little red location pointer was pinned onto a warehouse downtown.

“Peter Parker, he’s just a kid. Parents died when he was barely five, lost his uncle a few years back. He lives at home with his aunt in Queens since he’s still in school, but we sorta took him in a while ago. The night after his uncle died, Tony found him on the sitting on the curb a few blocks away from here, completely distraught. He managed to talk him down though, and found out he was pretty good with engineering. We said if he wanted, he could help out with fixing bikes and cars at the clubhouse, and he comes by every so often since then.”

You didn’t know Tony that well; he was a little older than the rest of the club, and he lived outside of the clubhouse with his wife, Pepper. You hadn’t met Peter at all, but you trusted Bucky when he said that he was a good kid.

“Last week, he showed up to the here with a busted lip and broken nose. Said that Rumlow and his guys had jumped him, and that they wanted him to do a job for them — collect a weapon shipment from this warehouse.” Bucky nodded towards the screen.

At the mention of Brock Rumlow, you felt your jaw tighten. Thankfully, he’d kept his distance from Wanda’s bar since your last encounter with him, but you were still pissed off about the show he put on there, and there was nothing you regretted more than not jumping over the bar top and kicking him in the balls. Now he’d resorted to threatening a kid and making him do his dirty work?

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Peter’s meant to meet the guy delivering the weapons next week, so I’m gonna take Nat, Sam and Tony down to the warehouse and deal with any of Rumlow’s guys that are nearby.”

Upon seeing your face light up, Bucky chuckled, standing from his seat. “And no, you can’t come.”

“Bucky, I’m not a woman of many talents, but if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s handing people’s asses to them.” You lifted your chin confidently.

“Baby—”

You held a finger up to shush him. “Okay, I know I said that I liked when you call me that, but not now. Brock is the guy that grabbed me, Buck. And the guy that punched you in the face!”

“I know, and we’ll deal with him,” A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Besides, I thought you weren’t part of any club. Can’t do club stuff if you’re not a member.”

“Well, not that I want to... but how would one go about becoming part of your little gang?” You weren’t lying; you definitely did not want to be a damn biker, but you did want the chance to boot Brock Rumlow and his group of dipshits in the face.

“You could become an old lady.” The biker cocked a brow, and you chuckled heartily.

Not that you were up to date with the biker lingo, but you could take a good guess at what being an old lady meant. “Hm, if only there was someone that wanted me to be their old lady.”

Narrowing his eyes, Bucky glanced over your features, waiting for you to laugh and brush the comment off as a joke since the majority of your vocabulary was sarcasm, but you didn’t. The corners of your lips curled up slightly, not teasingly, but softly...

...Until you became painfully aware of the silence that’d fell upon the two of you, and let out a sigh to break it. It was already late when you were supposed to leave, anyway. Now, the dim moonlight was casting shadows outside of the office window, the only source of bright light being the yellow streams from lampposts dotted up and down the quiet street.

“Well, I should get going.” You reluctantly stepped back from him.

“You don’t have to go, you know. Peggy stays overnight when it’s late.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, cause Peggy has a boyfriend that she can share a bed with.”

“Hey, I’ve got a double bed.” Bucky teased, and you’d be lying if you said sleeping next to him in his bed didn’t make you feel a certain type of way.

Though, you definitely wouldn’t let him know that. “You’re stupid, Bucky.”

He shrugged, following you as you continued for the door of the office. “I mean, even if I had a single—”

“I would still not be getting in your bed,” You deadpanned, finishing his sentence for him and promoting the stupidly hot little smirk of his to appear again. “Okay, now I’m leaving. Goodbye, Bucky.”

“I’ll give you a ride.”

“No you will not,” You breathed out a laugh. “There are two bottles of beer on that desk and death isn’t on the cards for me tonight — can’t get rid of me that easily.”

A look of realisation washed over his face, a pink colour tinting his cheeks. Was Bucky Barnes blushing? That was certainly a sight, and what a sight it was.

“S’alright — I don’t wanna get rid of you,” The biker stepped in front of you, dangerously close as your back hit the door. “Not yet, anyway.”

You couldn’t lie; Bucky was hot, he was beautiful. Even when he was being a sarcastic ass, but he was just as much one of them as you were. God dammit, as much as you wanted to slap yourself for letting your insides melt for a guy you didn’t know all that well, you knew that if you didn’t fucking kiss him right this second that you’d regret the hell out of it later.

And so, you did.

You grabbed the collar of the leather jacket he never failed to make an appearance without— or perhaps he just had a lot of leather jackets, though leather jackets didn’t necessarily need washed so it was probably the same jacket— not the time, _____. Carrying on, you swiftly captured his lips with yours, relief washing through you as you felt him react almost immediately. Almost, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to do that.

The kiss was gentle; gentle enough so that you could simply savour the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste a mixture of smoke and minty chewing gum. It was slow, but quick. Bucky didn’t even have the chance to move his hands to your waist before you pulled back, raising your hand to trace his bottom lip with your thumb.

“You still planning on getting rid of me?” You grinned, amused by the biker’s dumbfounded expression.

He laughed breathily after a couple of seconds, nose nudging yours playfully. “Not if you keep kissin’ me like that, baby.”

“Hm, maybe you’ll just get lucky again.” You pushed at his chest softly, letting you step forward and open the door to leave the office.

Bucky let out a scoff. “You’re really just gonna leave? After that?”

You shrugged, cocking a brow. “I mean, I could stay if you let me come with you next week...”

“No chance,” He smiled smugly. “Shut the door on your way out, will you?”

“You know what? I’m never kissing you again.”

“Whatever you say, _____.”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, turning to make your way out of the room. “And I’m leaving the door open!”

“Hm, get home safe.” He called back.

Trying to bite back a smile as you looked over your shoulder back at him, you mouthed a final goodbye and left the office, a rush of feelings suddenly emerging as you stepped out of the clubhouse and onto the street.

You’d just kissed Bucky. You had kissed Bucky. And he had kissed you back. Well, shit.

Did you need to talk about it with him? What it meant for the two of you? Did he just kiss you for the fun of it or did he actually have feelings for you? Ugh. You’d always hated serious conversations, because apparently using sarcasm to cover up actually talking about your feelings was inappropriate and unhealthy. That’s what Peggy always told you, anyway. Perhaps there was no conversation to be had. Bucky could be your summer fling; a couple of months of fun before you were off on your travels again. The only reason he kissed you back might’ve been because he knew you were leaving eventually, which meant he didn’t have to commit to you.

Whatever — you were simply going to go with the flow. If you and Bucky ended up becoming... something more, that would be great. If not, you’d be slightly disappointed, but you’d be out of Brooklyn soon enough to forget about it.

And now, as you tightened your arms around the biker’s waist, you just enjoyed the moment. As someone that rarely stayed in a city for longer than a couple of weeks, enjoying the moment was all that you could do.

* * *

“Pegs, I am working. You can’t just call and ask me this kinda stuff during a shift.”

“I certainly can, especially when I had to hear it first from Steve.”

A strained sign fell from your lips as you leaned against bar, checking that no customers were approaching the counter before you turned your back. “I was gonna tell you, I promise. I didn’t think Bucky was gonna kiss and tell as soon as it happened.”

“I don’t think it was exactly a kiss and tell situation,” Peggy chuckled over the phone. “Steve said it was written all over his face after you’d left the clubhouse.”

Feeling heat rushing to your own face, you lowered your head, hoping no one was observing the bartender getting all embarrassed. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Peggy about your kiss with Bucky. She was your best friend, of course you wanted to tell her. But considering that you weren’t really sure what direction you and him were going in, you thought perhaps that it’d be better to just keep it between you and him, like a Danny and Sandy situation — if everyone had known about their summer affair, it wouldn’t have been the same.

“Can you... tell him to not question Bucky about it?” You asked. “You told me he’d never been in a proper relationship before and neither have I. I think we need to work out... whatever we are ourselves, you know?”

Since the kiss, you hadn’t had the chance to even see Bucky that much. Wanda had been asking you to work more shifts at the bar because one of your co-workers was going on vacation for two weeks, which you didn’t mind doing. Other than hanging out with Peggy and seeing everyone at the clubhouse, it’s not like you had much better to do. Plus, it meant more money to put towards your travels at the end of the summer. At the rate you were earning and including what you already had saved up, you’d be getting your dream London trip a lot sooner than you’d thought.

“Of course, I understand,” She replied. “_____, I— I don’t want to play devil’s advocate, but have you thought about what’ll happen when summer ends? When you leave Brooklyn?”

The thought had crossed your mind, yes, though it was also pushed to the back of your mind whenever it popped up. In all honesty, you had zero clue what’d happen when you left Brooklyn again.

“Nope,” You said defeatedly. “Do I need to think about that now? What if we don’t even last until the end of summer?”

From the pause in conversation, you could just tell that Peggy knew you were bullshitting. “Okay, I’m going to pretend you did not just say that. You don’t just kiss guys, _____. And Bucky doesn’t get all flushed from kissing any old woman. It’s obvious you two click easily, and I honestly don’t think it’s something that can just end once you leave.”

The girl was right, she was completely right, but you weren’t sure what the hell you were supposed to do. It’s not like you could stay in Brooklyn forever and abandon your travels. That wasn’t who you were; staying wouldn’t be you being true to yourself. You couldn’t throw that away for a man you barely knew, a guy that possibly may not want you anymore after the summer ends, though there was a large part of you that didn’t believe that.

“I can’t talk about this right now, Peggy, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the kiss earlier, everything is just... it’s just confusing,” You rambled, wanting to steer the conversation away from your love life for the night. It was nearing nine o’clock, and with an hour still left of your shift, you didn’t want to waste your energy on a conversation that could be had another time. “Anyway, how is everyone? Has Steve heard from Bucky?”

This night was also the night that poor Peter Parker was meant to be carrying out Rumlow’s dirty work, and Bucky was going to get his club to back off. Well, hopefully. He’d already been punched in the face by that bastard once, you hoped that he’d be able to avoid having that happen again. You’d texted him earlier, telling him to let you know when he was home and safe because you would, in fact, worry about him. He teased you for your concern, but you frankly didn’t care. The fact they were having Peter pick up a weapon shipment implied that they wanted to use them to hurt people, and opposing biker clubs seemed like the type of people they’d target.

“They’ve been out an hour, so they should hopefully be back soon,” Peggy assured you. “We haven’t heard from them yet, though.”

“Right,” You exhaled, a little upset that there was no update from them. The sound of the door opening a few metered behind you reminded you that you were still at work, and that you should probably say goodbye to Peggy for the time being. “I’ve gotta go, Pegs — duty calls. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Alright, darling. Be careful going home.”

With a quiet ‘will do’, you quickly ended the phone call and shoved the device into your jean pocket, turning around to identify the source of the footsteps getting closer to the bar. Well, fuck.

An ugly smirk, scruffy jaw, messy hair — Brock fucking Rumlow was standing right in front of you.

You could’ve laughed, in fact, you did laugh. He was back, even after the embarrassing show he put on last time he was at the bar, and this time, he was alone.

Putting back the glass you’d pulled out from under the bar on instinct, because there was no way you were serving him, you cocked a brow, waiting for him to make the first move.

He slid onto the stool in front of you, the same place he’d sat during his last visit. There was a short silence as his dark eyes roamed your face, before he exhaled heavily. “You not gonna ask for my order?”

“No.” You answered instantly. It looked like he was expecting the cold shoulder from the way he chuckled at your answer.

You wanted to ask what he was doing here, why he wasn’t down at that random warehouse making sure the teenager he manipulated was doing the job correctly, but you didn’t imagine it was a good idea to let on that Bucky was telling you about that sort of stuff. He’d probably try to hurt him as opposed to you, and you didn’t want to put Bucky in any unnecessary shit.

“You know, it’s against the law to refuse service to an innocent customer.”

Clearly, he didn’t know the law at all, but you found it awfully ironic that he was claiming that you were in the wrong side of the law. You cocked your brow higher. “And you’re always abiding by the law, Brock?”

“What makes you think I’m not?” The man narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged nonchalantly. “Last time you were here, you were the one assaulting an innocent customer, and me.”

Brock scoffed. “You’re calling Barnes innocent?”

You only stared at him, waiting for an elaboration.

“Do you know where he is right now?”

Yes — dealing with your bullshit and the rest of your gang.

“Enlighten me.”

“A dirty warehouse across town, meeting a dude that’s sellin’ him weapons. Rifles, pistols, you name it.” He leaned forward on his elbows, pursing his lips.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you met his eyes, dark and full of hope that he’d somehow miraculously turned you against Bucky -- he was going to have to try a little harder than that if he wanted to sell his lies.

“Where are the rest of you pals, Brock?”

He furrowed his brows. “Down at the warehouse, shutting down the deal.”

“And why aren’t you with them, hm? I don’t think it’s ‘cause you decided you wanted a drink over the chance to screw Bucky and his club over.”

The guy clearly thought you were oblivious, that you’d be naive enough to believe that Bucky was the one having Peter collect the weapons instead of him. Maybe he thought it’d turn you against him, and then you’d carelessly join Rumlow’s club without a second thought. Even if Bucky hadn’t told you anything, there wasn’t a thing that could come out of Rumlow’s mouth that could convince you Bucky’s club was doing anything of the sort.

Unfortunately, the comment seemed to tip the conversation in the exact way you hadn’t wanted it to.

Brock’s jaw clenched, eyes hardening as he sat up properly on the stool. “What’s he been tellin’ you, huh?”

“I think it’s time for you to go, Brock.” You glared at the man. There was no way you were letting him sit and annoy the shit out of you when you weren’t going to serve him.

“You see,” He laughed emptily. “If Barnes has been spillin’ things that he shouldn’t be, I need to know. Can’t have any false information spreading.”

“False information, right,” You muttered. In your defense, all you knew about his club was about them manipulating Peter. Though you could assume that wasn’t the only stupid shit they were doing, you didn’t know anything else for sure. “Well, you’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything, so get out of here.”

Brock tutted, rising from his seat and cracking his knuckles. “You’re a good liar, but I ain’t buyin’ it.”

“That’s not my problem,” You glowered, loving quickly around the bar to pace towards the door, opening it in an attempt to lure him out. “You need to go, or I’ll call Wanda over.”

Stalking towards you, the man shook his head. “If Barnes thinks he can tell his little girlfriend all of our business, he’s a fucking idiot,” He took a grasp on your wrist, his other hand curling into a fist. “Someone’s gotta show him what the consequences of that are.”

Anger flashed in your eyes as you struggled against his grip. “Get off me, dude. I don’t know anything.”

“Liar.” He murmured, before taking his fist and colliding it with your cheek abruptly.

A groan of pain left your lips as you stumbled back, the clutch on your wrist gone as Brock eyed you cautiously. Carefully, you brought your hand to where you’d been hit, blood quickly staining your fingertips as they grazed over the cuts on your skin from Brock’s rings. He’d hit you. That stupid, fucking son of a bitch had punched you. If there was any justifiable reason for you to kick him in the balls, this was it, and you were going to take advantage of the opportunity.

He definitely thought you were done with him for the night; you could tell by the way his chapped lips curled into a sick smile. He thought he’d won — how cute.

When your parents made you take self-defense classes ‘just as a precaution’ when you were a teenager, you thought it was unreasonable. Now, you’d never been more thankful.

Brushing your hair out of your face, your eyes flickered up to Brock, who was still staring down at you. Slowly, you moved so that your back was pressed against the closed bar door, clasping your hands around the long metal handle. The man assumed you were just catching your breath, and wasn’t ready for when you forcefully pushed your body forward, raising a booted foot and slamming it into his crotch.

A string of swear words fell from his lips as his upper body fell forward, Fuck it, you thought, striding over to his hunched over form and smashing your own fist against his cheek. He staggered back, just catching himself on the bar. Eyes wide, he raised his head to scowl at you, spitting blood from his freshly split lip onto the floor beside him.

From the other side of the bar, Wanda jogged over to the scene, an unimpressed scowl on her face. “What the hell is going on?”

The woman knew it wasn’t you causing the trouble, and there was even a smug smirk threatening to peak through her annoyed demeanor at the sight of Brock Rumlow with a split lip. She strode over to him, pulling him up harshly by the collar of his jacket.

“You’re banned from this bar. If I see you in here again, you’re getting a bullet straight through your gut, yes?” Wanda practically spat at the man, who nodded reluctantly and pulled away from her grasp. She turned to you, a small smile on her lips. “_____, you’re free to go early. Do you need...?”

Wanda eyed your cut cheek and bruised jaw, but you only shook your head. “Thanks, Wan, but I’ll just head home.”

The strawberry-blond nodded, sending a final glare towards Brock before heading back behind the bar.

Of course, your stubborn self wouldn’t let yourself leave without having the last word, causing you to approach him as he haphazardly stood from where he’d fallen. “If I ever have the displeasure of seeing you again, and you try to hurt me or anyone else, I’ll cut off your fingers and force them down your throat, you got that?”

Before you could wait for an answer, you were spinning around and heading out the double doors of the bar, ignoring the throb on the left side of your face as a satisfied smirk crept onto your lips. You’d never considered yourself to be a violent person, but when it came to assholes like Brock Rumlow, you didn’t mind getting your hands a little dirty. When you told Peggy about what happened, she’d likely scold you for even just mouthing back at him. You had zero regrets, however. You’d always wanted to experience a bar fight, and now you’d experienced one first hand.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Stretching out your aching knuckles, you swiped it from your jeans.

Back at the clubhouse safe and sound. You want me to pick you up from work in an hour?

You chuckled under your breath, typing out a response.

Can you come up now? Wanda let me off early.

Sure, I’ll be there soon. Did you do something special to get off at this time?

Pausing, you debated whether to let him know straight away about the incident. You decided against it; when he saw your face, he’d figure it out soon enough.

Something like that...

After twenty minutes of aimlessly standing outside of the bar, the familiar roar of a motorcycle engine caught your attention. As the bike came to a stop, the beaming headlights had you squinting to even make out the outline of Bucky in the dark. However, judging by the speed at which he was dismounting the bike, you were sure that the light had allowed him to see the state of you.

“Holy shit, _____,” Bucky paced over to you, hands coming to your shoulders. “What the hell happened?”

You let out a hesitant laugh. “Uh, rough shift?”

Scoffing, the biker narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, looks like it. What— are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You assured him, removing his hands from your shoulders and squeezing them comfortingly. “Trust me, you should see the other guy.”

“You were fighting?”

“Bucky,” You intervened, for now deciding against telling him that it was in fact Brock Rumlow you’d gotten on the wrong side of. It’d only result in him marching into the bar himself and starting another disturbance, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Wanda pulled out her pistol again. “C’mon, can we go? My house, the clubhouse, wherever — I’ll explain when half of my face isn’t aching like hell.”

The man paused, eyeing you cautiously before a soft chuckle left his lips. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” You patted his chest, plastering on a smile. “Now come on; I didn’t wait this long to clean you up when you got decked across the face.”

With an amused eye roll, Bucky tugged on your hand and led you to the bike. He’d never seen someone so calm after getting a punch to the face, but then again — as cliché as it was — he’d never met anyone like you before.

Half an hour later, the biker had you sat on the counter-top in one of the bathrooms at the clubhouse, standing between your legs and gently dabbing at your cut with a wet cloth. The bleeding had stopped by the time you got to the clubhouse, but it still needed cleaned up. You were holding a cool ice pack to your jaw, watching him intently as he took care of you. Might as well take the opportunity to stare at the guy, right?

“I’m gonna put some antiseptic cream on the cut, just to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” He muttered, reaching for the tub of it in the wooden cabinet above you.

“Are you getting a sense of déjà vu too?” You quirked a brow, eliciting a smirk from him.

“Hm, a little bit; I guess we both just can’t avoid trouble,” Bucky cupped your jaw as he applied the cream, chuckling when you mumbled a ‘motherfucker’ under your breath at the sting. “You gonna tell me what happened?”

“Well,” You sighed. “Long story short... Brock Rumlow happened.”

Pulling back, Bucky furrowed his brows and waited for you to elongate the story, but you only shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. You knew that Brock being involved would only fuel a rage that he couldn’t relieve.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a frustrated laugh falling from his lips. “Rumlow did this to you? Why didn’t you tell me at the bar? Was he still there? I would’ve went in there and—”

“I know exactly what you would’ve done; why do you think I waited until now to tell you?” Though you were smiling, Bucky was still understandably apprehensive. Pursing your lips, you grabbed one of his loosely clenched fists and held it in your lap. “I meant it when I said ‘you should’ve seen the other guy’ — Brock’s face looks the same as mine and he got a boot to the balls. Plus, I think his ego was bruised enough without someone else going in there and knockin’ his lights out.”

Sighing, Bucky shook his head, unable to suppress a small grin. He never underestimated your power; anyone would be a fool to do so. When you were angry, you showed it. When someone hit you, you hit them back harder, metaphorically and literally. It wasn’t even that you had a short temper, you just didn’t put up with people’s shit, and Bucky highly admired that. “Well, I’m jealous of anyone that was there to see it — I bet it was damn hot.”

You scoffed, though seconds later you were shrugging in agreement. “It definitely was, you would’ve loved it.”

While he returned the first-aid stuff to their rightful places in the bathroom, you explained to Bucky what had gotten Brock so riled up. He wasn’t surprised that Brock tried to convince you that he was the bag guy in all of this; he’d tried to do it with Peggy too when she first started dating Steve. In his misogynistic mind, he thought that women were naive enough to be persuaded of anything that he wanted them to believe, and that by getting you on his side would mean he’d ‘won’ over Bucky. Perhaps he’d learned his lesson that night to not underestimate a woman’s power — dumbass.

Down at the warehouse, they’d managed to get Peter out of there before the person delivering the weapon shipment could arrive. There were one or two of Rumlow’s guys there keeping watch, but without him, they ran away like scared children. You teased Bucky about being a ‘big bad biker’ as he explained the night to you, but he insisted it was Natasha that had them crapping their pants; she never usually made an effort to hide the set of knives on her hip, and she apparently had a death-stare that could have anyone shaking in their boots. With him being banned from Wanda’s bar and unsuccessful with his plan of using Peter, they doubted Brock Rumlow would show his face around the area for a while. He’d only be embarrassing himself if he did.

Not long after your cut had been tended to and the pain in your jaw had subsided, you found yourself once again fighting the temptation to stay the night at the clubhouse — the temptation being a whiny biker named Bucky Barnes.

“But you’ve had a rough day,” He bargained, following after you as you made your way to the front door of the clubhouse. “It’ll save you the ride back if you stay.”

Chortling lightly, you turned around to face him. “A rough day? Buck, I gave an asshole a well-deserved kick in the balls, I’ve had a great day.”

“But what about your cheek? It might start bleeding again and—”

“Bucky,” You cut him off, biting back a smile. “Why do you really want me to stay?”

There was a short pause, heat pooling in the biker’s cheeks at the question as he raised a brow, silently asking you if he was supposed to actually answer the question. When you only quirked your own brow, he sighed, his lips curling into a fond smile. “...because I don’t like it when you leave? ‘Cause I like you a whole lot and I really wanna kiss you again?”

Slowly, you trailed a slightly bruised hand up his chest, stopping at the nape of his neck to tangle your fingers in the hair there. “You should’ve just lead with the kiss, biker.”

Before you could notice the doting grin on his lips, Bucky had looped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest, soft lips locking with yours tenderly. Your other arm was quick to wrap around his neck as you found yourself wanting to be impossibly closer to him. You tugged at his hair, eliciting a deep moan from his lips, and you pulled away with a satisfied smirk.

“So you’ll stay?” Bucky spoke against your lips, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“If you keep kissing me like that.” You imitated his words from your last kiss, to which he shook his head and clasped his hand around yours, leading you out of the hallway and up to his room.

You hoped the rest of the club were asleep, because from the thump of your body being pushed against Bucky’s bedroom door after he’d dragged you inside and shut it, you were sure that they could assume who was causing the racket at almost midnight.

Bucky’s mouth was on yours in a matter of seconds, hands cupping your jaw, carefully avoiding pressing against the side that was bruised. Meanwhile, your fingers gently traced across the hem of his t-shirt, riding it up so that the pads of your fingers came into contact with his lower stomach, ghosting over the waistband of his jeans. He stepped back momentarily, shoving his leather jacket down his arms and letting it fall to the floor.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your jacket,” You breathed. “It’s like you’re naked already.”

“Who said anything about getting naked?” He teased, hands coming to trace over your own exposed stomach. “Someone’s eager.”

“You’re stupid,” You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a grin. “Coming from the guy who just said he liked me, sap.”

“Real mature,” He snickered, riding your shirt up to your chest and tugging it off when you raised your arms to aid him. His lips moved to the crook of your neck, trailing light kissed along the soft skin there. “I meant it, though. I really like you, baby.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his attached to a certain spot on your neck, your hand fisting his shirt in response. You didn’t even have to say it back; it was obvious that you felt the same way about him in pretty much every way. The way your body was reacting to his, the breathy way that his name was falling from your swollen lips, and the fact you’d kissed him the week prior was a good indicator too.

“And you said you’d never get in my bed.” Bucky smirked after helping you pull off his own shirt.

“Technically, I’m not in your bed yet.”

“Yet,” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before trailing his hand down your jaw, along the curve of your shoulder and down to the hem of your bra. “Can’t wait to have you there, moaning all pretty for me.”

Your face grew hot at his words, but his lips were on yours again too quickly for him to notice. When he eventually pulled back for air, you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Hm, let’s not wait any longer then.”

And he didn’t let you wait any longer, leaning down to kiss you with a passionate hunger as he dragged you by both of your hands to his bed. Maybe it was the way he didn’t rush, that he took time memorizing every inch of your skin with gentle lips and wandering hands. Maybe it was the sighs and moans of pleasure that he’d managed to draw from you so easily, or the way he whispered praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he positioned himself comfortably between your legs. But after the two of you had reached your highs and were left grinning like idiots and panting for breath, you realised how fucking hard you’d fallen for the damn biker who’d somehow gotten you in his bed.

* * *

Soft snores gradually drew you from your slumber, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks before you eventually squinted your eyes open. It couldn’t have been any later than 5am; daylight was peaking through the curtains of the bedroom, but the world outside was still quiet. Quiet for New York, anyway.

Bucky had his arms tucked under his pillow, face buried into the cotton, lips parted, brown strands of hair falling in front of his face. Back muscles relaxed, shoulders raising slightly as he breathed quietly. He looked pretty like that, innocent even. Innocent in comparison to what occurred in his bed the night before.

As you idly observed him in his peaceful state, you couldn’t help but think about what Peggy had said to you earlier the prior night. She was right, as always. Especially after the night you’d just had with him, there was no way that your feelings for Bucky would just leave along with you leaving after summer. Perhaps sleeping with him was the stupidest decision you’d ever made. Perhaps it would’ve just been easier to not stay the night and pretend like you’d never kissed him in the first place. But you didn’t want that. You wanted him, even if you could only have him for the summer.

A muffled moan jerked your attention away from your thoughts and back to the man laying next to you, who was shifting as he began to wake, the muscles in his back flexing as he did so. It was a sight you could get used to for sure.

Soon enough, his baby blues met yours, a lazy smile overcoming his lips. “Watching me sleep?”

“No.” You denied, though he could see straight through the lie.

He hummed, reaching a hand out to trace over your bruised cheek. You leaned into the touch. “Still hurt?”

“Not really. Had a good doctor fix it up last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, he slept with me afterwards which I thought was a little inappropriate...”

The biker scoffed, enclosing an arm around your bare waist to pull you closer. Sloppy kisses were planted down your jaw to your shoulder, ghosting over the dark bruises he’d marked you with only hours ago.

“I’ll miss you, you know. When you have to leave.” Bucky murmured, pulling away and laying back down against the pillow, his nose grazing yours.

You smiled sadly, pushing some of the hair away from his face. “Do you think this was stupid of us? To start something that’s just gonna have to end in a month?”

“Maybe, yeah,” He mirrored your expression, voice still a little raspy. “But I don’t regret it.”

“Me neither,” You twirled a lock of his hair sigh your pointer finger. “What’re you gonna do without me, huh? You might have to find another girl to take rides with you at sunset.”

Bucky shook his head, squeezing your waist. “Nah, I think I’d rather ride solo. Won’t be the same without you just over my shoulder.”

“Even when I get road rage?”

“Especially when you get road rage.”

“Well, we should probably make the most of the time we have left,” You propped yourself up on one elbow, a smirk playing on your lips. “How about a ride while the sun rises?”

“Sounds perfect.” He loosened his hold on you, letting you roll away from him and swing your legs over the side of the bed.

“Mind if I take a shower first?”

“Mind if I take a shower with you?”

You thought for a moment. It’d be saving water, wouldn’t it? “Screw it, why not. C’mon, Buck.”

You scurried off to the bathroom, still naked as Bucky followed after you, suddenly not so tired anymore.

Perhaps the summer hadn’t went in the direction you’d been expecting, but you had no complaints about the turn that it’d taken. You’d never believed in fate or destiny, much like you’d never believed in love. However, you’d like to believe that you were meant to meet Bucky when you came back to Brooklyn at some point. You’d never met someone— someone so perfect for you, if you were being honest. He didn’t scold you for your sarcasm, or shame you for standing up for yourself. He responded to your teasing with his own, he knew how to make you laugh, how to make your cheeks hot and your knees weak. You were always on the exact same wavelength, always knowing how the other was feeling, being able to bring out the best in one another.

It seemed like a waste to spend the little time left at home thinking about summer ending, so you simply pushed it out of your mind. Enjoying the moment was something you’d learned to do over and over again, because that was all you could do in the life that you led.

The moments spent with Bucky Barnes were just going to be a little harder to let go of.

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