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drjholtzmann · 23 days

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this is dreamling more than dead boy detectives but it's been in my head since reading issue #25 after s1 of sandman. so, now feels like a good time to release it into the world. i just want them all to get in each others way

(season of mists spoilers)

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It’s not often that Hob smokes. It’s an expensive habit, and secondhand smoke and all that. But it’s hardly going to kill him, so he’s usually got an ancient pack on hand somewhere. Handy, especially in situations like this. Not that there’s ever been a situation like this before but, well. You live long enough.

He slips out into the beer garden of the pub, lighting up almost absent mindedly, the action still muscle memory.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip, “what the fuck. Dream, if you have bloody anything to do with this, I swear to god, Morpheus. What the fucking fuck.” He closes his eyes, lets his head fall back against the brickwork. Despite it all he huffs an exhausted laugh. Because sure. Of course. Yeah, why not. Of course this would happen. “Jesus Christ, Morpheus. Even if this isn’t you, bloody… fucking wish I could just ask.” It’s all said barely above a whisper. Just in case. Always just in case. He blindly ashes his cigarette and heaves out a heavy breath, “Lord above,” he scoffs, raising the cigarette to his lips again.

“Hob?”

Hob startles, eyes snapping open, head knocking back sharply against the brick. “Fuck – ow – Dream?” He raises his free hand to rub the back of his head, wincing slightly. “That, uh… that worked better than expected.”

“You were calling for me?”

“Yeah… sorta. I didn’t… think it worked like that. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You did not. I had thought briefly of you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Hob grins. “How come? You miss me already?”

Morpheus sends him a withering look.

“I, um… dreamt of you. While ago. Was that – real?”

“It was.”

He nods, thumb nervously tapping the filter of his cigarette. “Uh huh. Figured. With the wine, and…” he trails off. The hollow feeling of that dream, or rather, of that waking coming back to him in full force. “You said some ominous shit. Then I said some ominous shit. Was that real, too?”

Morpheus nods solemnly.

“Right. Don’t suppose you’ll explain that?” Morpheus remains silent. “Right. Course not. Things okay, though? Now? I mean,” he gestures to his friend, “you’re here. That must be good, yeah?”

“Yes. And no.”

“Great. Fab.”

“What I thought I was facing has… changed.”

“...’kay. Well, can I ask you a question?”

Morpheus pauses but, after a moment, nods.

“S’it got anything to do with the dead kids hanging out in my pub?”

“What?”

“Yeah, couple of boys who look like they should definitely be in school – about, oh, fifty years ago. At least.”

Morpheus’ eyes don’t actually widen in alarm, but there is something to that effect happening… not quite in his expression, but in his aura, perhaps. Hob gets the feeling that if he were a cat the fur along his spine would be standing on end.

“So… it is related?”

“Perhaps.”

“Definitely, then.” Hob takes a short puff of his cigarette.

“Show me?”

“Uh… I don’t know if they know that people can see them. I don’t know if people who aren’t me can see them, actually. So just, um…” the caution dies in his throat as he realises who it is he’s talking to. Morpheus will do what he will, Hob’s advice be damned.

Dream draws close, peering in through the windowpane of the door back into the pub. “How do you know?”

“You get pretty good at feeling when things are off once you’ve been around the block six hundred years or so. Also, they walked in through the closed front door. As in, passed right through the solid wood and glass.”

“I see.”

“Why are they here?”

“To sample your fine selection of craft beer, perhaps?”

“Oh, he’s joking,” Hob has joined his side in peering not-so-surreptitiously through the door. “‘Mortal plane’ here, not here-here.”

“Death must have been busy… It is not like her to leave a job unfinished without good reason.”

“Must’ve…? What the fuck could be so horrific that Death is being kept busy?”

Morpheus, beside him, is silent. Deadly still. And it tells Hob all he needs to know.

“Dream,” he hisses, “what the fuck is this? What’s going on?”

There is a long pause. “I ought not to tell you.” Dream murmurs, still facing the glass panel of the door.

“And I ought not have two dead teenagers in my pub. All things relative.”

“They are causing no harm.”

“I don’t doubt that. It’s you I’m worried about now.”

“Your concern is of no use. What I mean is that they are no poltergeists, not aggressive, there seems to be nothing demonic about them.”

“Which means… there are poltergeists and demons running about at the mo?”

“I told you, I ought not say. There are diplomatic proceedings to take place.”

“You get that that makes even less sense, yeah?”

Dream seems to, at last, with an almighty eye roll, give in. “Hell is closed,” he hisses, turning to face Hob directly.

“Hell is closed.” Hob repeats back, dumbfounded. “And that means… The devils are all here?”

“Precisely.”

“But the boys… aren’t devils?”

“They are not.”

“Okay. That’s good news. And the devils?”

Dream shrugs, sharp and languid. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“Great. Okay. Less good. Very much less good. So, uh. What… do I do? Am I supposed to exorcise them? Because, I have to be honest – would really rather not do that.”

“You are under no obligations.”

“Oh.”

“They could not be here without Death’s knowledge or her say-so. She will come for them in time.”

“Oh.” Inexplicably, Hob’s heart sinks a little.

“They are not alive, Hob.” Dream says, looking him in the eye. “They cannot live forever as the dead.”

“Hm. Yeah. S’pose.” He looks through the windowpane at the two boys, chatting animatedly at a corner table out of the way. “They’re just kids, though. Barely got a normal life.”

“You cannot save them, Hob.”

“Why not?”

“You cannot. They may not be destined for Hell, but that doesn’t mean they can stay amongst the living.”

“Says who?”

“The universe. Death, herself.”

Hob smirks, tilting his head down a fraction to look up at Dream from under a quirked brow. “You know what I think of Death.”

And Hob catches the tension at the corner of Dream’s mouth that he knows, whatever he might say to the contrary, is a suppressed smile.

“C’mon, what if I just help ‘em live a little? While they’re here?”

“Hob.”

“What?! Can’t a guy be nice?”

“I have meetings to attend to.”

“That’s not a no.”

“I think it a poor choice to flaunt immortality in front of two who have died so young. I would caution against it.”

“Okay. Fuck, fair point. But they don’t have to know about me. They wouldn’t somehow know, right?”

“I would caution against it, Hob Gadling.”

#sandman #dreamling #dead boy detectives #sandman fanfic #my fic #hob gadling #dream of the endless #charles and edwin get a cameo lets say #im so excited for the show yall have no idea

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billthedrake · 1 year

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I can’t do brother stories like @underthemattress2 but this is inspired by his writing.

A HOMECOMING THANKSGIVING

I pulled Austin into a hug but his grip was even stronger as he pulled it in. "Fuck, Chase," he growled right into my ear, almost a raspy whisper. "So good to see you, bro." A million thoughts were going through my head but among them was the realization that Austin had packed on some muscle over the last year... and he had a cologne that smelled nice.

"You too, bro," I muttered as I pulled back and got a good look at my twin brother. The whole plane ride, I had rehearsed in my head how I'd get along with him over my holiday leave. I had a week in the States and didn't want it messed with by the lingering tension I had with the dick head.

Only he wasn't in dick head mode now but was kind of normal. Freakishly normal. Regular hair cut, preppy clothes, kind of a clean-cut ex-frat look. "You cut your hair," I muttered, my first thought coming right out.

Austin stepped back, grinning big and wiping his hand suavely through the medium-short profesional hair cut he had now. "I started my finance job, Chase," he said. "Gotta impress those fuckers," he joked. Then his face turned a little more serious. "Or maybe I should be calling you First Lieutenant Farrell now. Congratulations on the promotion. Mom and Dad spilled the beans."

I gently punched him on the upper arm. Solid, of course. I'd have to ask Austin about his fitness kick. "It's just Chase," I smiled. "But thanks."

Austin nodded, and the eye contact was heavy. Just like when we were teens, before we grew apart. Then he snapped out of it and leaned up to pick up my oversized duffle from where the Uber had dropped me off. "Let me get this. It's too fucking cold to stand out here."

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I don't know how often twins were like us, but Austin and I were opposites in so many ways. Like polar, butt-heads opposites. He'd rebelled, big time, against our parents, against the expectations of being a twin, against everything. Joined a punk band, did drugs that were harder than I was comfortable with, challenged me not to tell. The more he acted out, the more I was the Good Kid. Played sports, got along well with teachers as well as fellow jocks. I wasn't naturally a great student, but I worked hard at school and once time for college came I lined up a good ROTC scholarship for the Marines. Austin gave me such guff for going the military route, and part of me worried I did it as a fuck-you to him.

That seemed in the past now, that first night when Austin and I hit the local bars that became an unofficial high school reunion the night before Thanksgiving. We each made the rounds, since we hung out with different people back then. But two hours into the night, we found ourselves talking among ourselves. Austin was asking me a million questions about the marines, and after a while he was filling me in on his new girlfriend.

"You and Jill serious?" I asked. Since things had been frosty between me and Austin, we didn't really catch up beyond the holidays and the news we'd hear from our parents.

He shrugged and flashed me a grin. "We'll see, bro. I mean, she's great, but I'm just 25. I'm not in a rush for anything."

"That's cool," I said. "Still, I'd love to meet her sometime."

"I tried to get her to come but family's huge for her, so she wasn't missing Thanksgiving upstate." He took a sip of his beer. We'd agreed to uber it so were letting loose. "So, Chase... you more into dudes or chicks these days?"

He shot me a knowing look. I mean we had our history, Austin and I, back before we had our falling out, and even a couple bouts of hate sex after. Including a heated session the night before I shipped off for basic.

I grinned. I almost hesitated to tell him, like this was some sort of trap. "Haven’t been with a girl since 17," I admitted.

"Might be harder to find a Republican gay dude to date," he smirked.

"I'm not a Republican, fucker," I growled, laughing at the way he was able to get under my skin. "Just want someone traditional, you know?"

Austin shrugged. "Just hope you have some fun before you line up that Times Wedding page material."

"I do OK," I lied. For all my boasting, the fun I'd had in college seemed to have dried up when I was full time military. It was like guys loved the idea of a rugged Marine but didn't seem to click with what I wanted. Or maybe I was just too fucking picky.

But I didn't want my brother to see my vulnerability. I looked at Austin and added, "Look who's talking...." I nudged his elbow, like he was one of my Marine buddies. "I can't get over how cleaned up you are these days, bro. And when did you get so big?"

"You like the big boys?" he laughed. His eyes lingered on mine, connecting more silently. Fuck. We may be polar opposites, but we were twins and had that telepathy thing going on.

"I do," I replied. My eyes took him in. He was my height, of course, 5'11" and with his new hair cut and fresh shave he looked really fucking attractive. Of course, I was looking at a version of me, but somehow the narcissism fed the taboo of it.

"I'm not Marine big," Austin chimed in. "But I have a buddy who got me into Stronglifts. It's been pretty quick progress."

I had to surpress the lewd thing I wanted to say just then. I came up with the more restrained version. "Well, you're looking amazing Austin, for real."

He leaned in more. I could smell that cologne again. "You wanna go fuck around somewhere, Chase? For old times sake?"

It was like I was 18 all over again, only instead of a grudge fuck, it was... something else. I thought of a million reasons I shouldn't go down this road, but only one word came out of my mouth. "Yeah."

His lips curled into a smile which made him even more attractive.

The Uber ride home our fingers connected and interlaced, and I felt my heart pound. This was naughty as hell, and most of all I was bowled by how seductive Austin seemed these days. My twin brother had learned some major game in college.

We tried to be quiet as we made out way through our parents house. Mom had turned one of our rooms into a work-from-home office, so me and Austin were shacking up in my old bedroom. Most of my stuff was put away in storage, but there was mix of my sports trophies and Austin's punk posters, and instead of my old double bed there was now a queen big enough for two.

I had that careful instinct as I silently closed the door, like I had learned in the times I'd had sex back in the day. I just as quietly latched the lock.

Austin was already stripping down, removing his sweater and winter clothing and lazily tossing it onto the floor. I was about to tease him for being a slob but I stopped myself when I saw how jacked and toned his upper body was.

"Jesus, Austin," I whispered. "You're fucking hot."

He winked. "Show me that stud marine body bro... looks like you got five to ten pounds of muscle on me."

His eyes were on me just as appreciatively as I stripped while he got onto the bed and peeled off his jeans and briefs. We were really fucking doing this. Like out of control teenagers.

"How often you make it with a guy?" I had to ask. I almost asked where his girlfriend fit in the picture, but that was Austin's deal, he could figure it out.

"Every couple of months," he answered without hesitation. "It's too easy to get laid in New York," he explained.

I almost lectured him, like I did when I was younger. But I realized the idea of my brother having sex with other guys was hot. Austin was the kind of man not to put a label on his sexuality, but the lusty part of me was glad the dude-oriented side of his sexuality was getting regularly indulged.

As I removed my underwear finally, Austin saw my bone, rock hard and jutting out from his abs.

"You trim your bush," he observed.

"Yeah," I explained as I got onto the bed. "I dated a guy into it that way... guess I liked the look and feel of it."

"The feel?" Austin asked as he scooted up to me, running his hands along my lightly hairy torso. I wasn't the only one who'd packed on muscle.

"You know..." I blushed as I explained, "when I guy licks me there." I wasn't even sure I felt shy given me and Austin's history. But I did.

"Goddamn, bro," Austin chuckled. "I used to find your goody two shoes act annoying, but now..." he looked me right in the eye as his hand continued to explore my body. Mine reached out to touch his too. "It's frickin' turning me on."

Austin leaned in, and I turned my head slightly to the side, and our lips touched. This was our first kiss in... how long? Even our grudge fucks didn't have this. But that brother lip lock was pure heaven. I was even the one who took the initiative and snaked my tongue forward, between Austin's parted lips. And like that I was French kissing my twin.

He grunted into my mouth, and practically sucked my tongue in, before we battled them softly. Austin's hands now openly groping my muscle, pulling me tighter to him.

I rolled on top of him. I half expected him to object, like he'd do when we were 18 and in this very room, vying for top position. We'd both fucked and gotten fucked - along with every other bit of sexual exploration - but Austin made it seem like I was asking a huge favor every time I topped him.

Not now. "Fuck me, Chase," he whispered hoarsely. Softly even. I guess the old habits of sneaking this behind our parents' back hadn't died for him either.

"Yeah?" I asked just as quietly, confirming but really hoping he wouldn't change his mind.

"Never been pounded off by a Marine," he grinned with a wink, looking up all over my muscled torso and openly running his hands up and down my knotted triceps.

Austin nodded. "I got a thing of lube in my bag, if you didn't pack any."

I slid off him and off the bed. My dick was rigid as ever as I strutted over to my duffel. "Didn't think I'd be using the stuff for THIS," I whispered as I pulled out my TSA-sized container of slick.

"You got a favorite position, Chase?" Austin asked excitedly as he watched me slick up my rod just before getting back on the bed. This was a 180 from those "at least let me sit on it" whines from back in the day.

"I like mounting a guy flat on his stomach," I answered, getting horny just by saying that out loud. "But we don't gotta do it that way, Austin."

He just grinned and said, "Happy Homecoming, bro," and flipped onto his belly, hiking his meaty ass up. If we had time for the rest of that holiday weekend - and I hoped to hell we did - I wanted to explore that muscle gym-bro ass of his. Bad. But I knew this physical connection was overdue and the moment was about the spontaneity of fucking. I crawled on and started kissing along his neck and behind his ear. That made my brother hump excitedly into me.

"You always get this horny when you drink?" I teased him. We were both tipsy from the bar, I knew.

His reply was already getting that bedroom voice. "I do, actually. Fuck me, Chase. Put that Marine dick in me."

I reached down and lined up my prick to tease his hole. No matter how worked up Austin appeared or acted, I wasn't gonna shove it right in him. But I sure as hell nudged that pucker, remembering those more heated fucks in this room, or his. I leaned up and gave the back of head a kiss, remarking on how much shorter his hair was though not buzzed like mine. I plopped off to his side and reached for the lube.

Austin looked up at me in a dreamy smile as I reached down and started fingering him. Gently, one finger, then two. Slowly.

"You're good at this," he said. "You've gotten better."

"I love you, Austin," I said softly, right before a third finger pressed into his hole.

He took in a soft inhale of breath. But I knew after a second it wasn't too much. He nodded and I slid those digits more deeply into him. "I guess I was a shithead to you growing up."

My cock throbbed. I'd expected him to wisecrack at my admission. Like he had when I was 15. Instead I got deep honesty.

"We were both shitheads to each other," I said. "It took me a while to realize I was part of our dynamic. You know, passive aggressive and all."

"Oh I know, Chase," Austin laughed. Even as he was putting me in my place, I found that laugh so sexy. "But I love you too, man," he said, not dropping the smile. He was confident in a way I wish I was. "You know that, right, brother?"

I kissed him. Hard. More tongue, and this time it was like we were trying to suck the breath from one another. Bring the life of each other into our bodies.

I couldn't take any more. Once Austin humped against my hand and moaned into my mouth, I extracted my fingers and crawled back on top of him. The penetration was intense. It had been so long and feeling the Austin's body craved me made me rock hard and excited.

Once I was buried in my brother, I paused and kicked along his neck again. His bucking ass was the signal to go for it. I started fucking him. Steady deep pumps in and out of Austin's hot hole.

If you're a gay guy who has a twin of course you know how everyone immediately wants to see you have sex with your brother. I'd act dutifully annoyed-offended if guys ever brought it up, but now I couldn't think of anything but how hot they'd be watching me and Austin go at it. Twin sex between two brothers who'd not had it in too long.

I'll thank the alcohol for making that fuck last. I didn't get my nut right away, and Austin seemed to be on a slow climb to orgasm, too.

We tried to be quiet and keep the bed from squeaking, so I didn't fuck fast, but I just kept that long slow pump in and out of him, covering that hot-bro ass of his tight from behind and feeding off his energy. The longer we went the sweatier we got, his toned body slick against mine, then downright wet as I fucked him.

Seeing him reach for some lube and then move his hand down to the dick pinned next to the mattress was the trigger that got me there.

"Oh fuck, brother!" I grunted, entering orgasm. Still a whisper, but probably too loud.

Austin let out a series of masculine grunts. "Umngg ummg ummmg," he cried and his bowels clenched against my cumming dick.

I fired a couple more rounds of liquid into him, then collapsed onto his body.

Finally I rolled off him. I expected him to dart off the bed to go clean off, cause in addition to the sweat and lube, I'm pretty sure I sauced his hole and crack up big time. Instead he plopped on his back, his identically matching genitals thick but half soft, as he looked at the clock. It was after midnight now.

"Happy thanksgiving, bro," he laughed.

I laughed too. The naughtiness of our fuck and the way we'd gotten carried away made us both find humor in the situation.

We kissed softly but had to take a break from the erotic stimulation. I pulled back and patted his thigh. "So, Austin, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"You mean wanting to bottom?" he asked.

I was curious about that, but that wasn't what was on my mind. "No, I mean you. Clean cut finance bro... all that shit."

He grinned and gave a soft shrug. Unlike his earlier confidence I could read vulnerability in his face now. "I dunno, Chase. I guess once I moved from this shitty town, I had less to rebel against, you know?"

I didn't know, but I just listened to my brother.

He continued. "I'm still the smart ass cynic, I think. But sometimes we just become different people when we grow up."

If it hadn't been for the alcohol, or the intensely satisfying sex I'd just had with Austin, I wouldn't have said the next thing I said. "Fuck, man, you're gonna think this is messed up.... but sometimes I think I haven't found a boyfriend cause I keep looking for you."

"Oh," my brother said. His body tensed up.

"Yeah, sorry," I apologized.

"Don't be sorry," he said sternly. "It's not fucked up, bro. It's fucking beautiful."

"Yeah?" I asked, daring to look into his eyes again now as my heart pounded.

He nodded, getting that smile of his back. "I'm not gonna be a prick tease to ya, Chase.... I don't think I could give up women. But I'd give up those New York guys."

My dick firmed up. As I looked down I watched it jerk back to erection. Austin watched too, and we both chuckled at the spectacle. "You like that idea."

"I'm getting carried away," I hissed. "But damn straight I like that idea."

Austin looked back up at my face with a grin. "You know, you've gotten really fucking good in the sack, bro."

"I could say the same about you," I said.

We kissed again. Slowly. Despite my newfound erection neither of us were up for round two. Not yet.

Finally we nudged foreheads against each other, like lovers. "You know," Austin whispered. "Maybe we can convince Mom and Dad to go do some Black Friday shopping, and we can have some alone time."

"Hell yes," I hissed, reaching down to wrap my hand around his tool, which had grown firm again. As I felt him up and relished how identical it was to my dick an idea occurred to me. "Maybe we can fuck in front of the bathroom mirror."

Austin's face broke into a lewd grin. "You fucking perv... I love that idea. We'll fucking do it."

We made out some more but finally we were getting sleepy. As I turned off the lamp and pulled up the covers, Austin spooned up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. "You know, I don't think I'm the only one who's changed, Chase," he said softly.

"Yeah," I agreed before we were silent, other than our breathing as we drifted off to sleep.

#drakestories

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eruden-writes · 2 years

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 6 (Yautja x Human)

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'qdei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'qdei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears

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CHAPTER CW: Mentions of kidnapping/abduction.

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“I didn’t mean it like that,” Tai’dqei rushed to say, holding his hands up as if he could stop Rayelle’s interpretation of his words. Between her eyes drifting from him and the way something crumpled in her expression, he doubted he could salvage the situation. Still, he tried. “Time is just very complicated and causing a rift could be-”

“I’ve seen sci-fi movies, I get it,” Rayelle snapped, the entirety of her situation sinking in. From the corner of her gaze, she saw both Ah’ke and Tai’dqei straighten in their seats. They were on alert now, hearing the unmitigated rage in her voice.

Rayelle was too consumed by her own thoughts to care. Even if she couldn’t return to her time due to temporal anomalies, or whatever the fuck they called them in sci-fi movies, would she find familiarity in her home planet? So much time had passed. Would she recognize anything?

Would it be worth it, without friends or family?

The thought made the room spin and her head feel light. Without a thought to how the aliens would take it, Rayelle gave a groan and pressed her forehead to the table. Over Rayelle’s lowered head, Ah’ke and Tai’dqei shared a concerned look.

Gently, Ah’ke put a clawed hand on Rayelle’s shoulder. When the human didn’t flinch away, she let her hand stay there as she softly said, “You should eat and drink something.”

“I don’t think I can.” Rayelle’s head was too full of thoughts, she doubted her brain had the capacity to also manage consuming anything. As another pang shot through her head, she mumbled, “I just want to sleep.”

At that, Ah’ke made a sound, gaining Tai’dqei’s attention again over Rayelle’s slumped form. Ah’ke gave him a meaningful look and he recalled what she had said earlier.

“I can show you to the guest quarters,” Tai’dqei said as he stood from his chair. As he straightened, he realized how small Rayelle appeared, slumped on the table. She seemed larger when throwing stuff at him and struggling against him.

Rayelle looked up at him from her spot on the table. Faintly, she wondered why such a fearsome alien would take any shit from a human. Especially the amount she had unleashed on Tai’dqei. Whatever Ah’ke and he were, they appeared formidable and gave off an inherent air of ‘taking no shit.’

Perhaps she was wrong though. Tai’dqei waited for her answer, shifting from one large foot to the other. If she didn’t know better, he seemed nervous under her gaze. As she pushed herself to a more upright position, she remembered the weight around her throat.

“What about this?” She asked, while motioning to the collar he had placed on her.

“I’m sorry, but that stays,” Tai’dqei answered, only to be subjected to a glare not only from Rayelle but also Ah’ke. Both women looked about ready to say something, but Tai’dqei cut them both off, “Humans can be a commodity to other races. I don’t want to risk you being taken again.”

Ah’ke seemed about ready to fight, ready to remind him he was technically her most recent abductor, but Rayelle’s tense shoulders slumped. After spending who-knew-how-long on that first spaceship, being evaluated like a cow on an auction block, Rayelle could guess the varied usages other races had for humans.

Not to mention Tai’dqei’s initial interaction with her. Which he had yet to explain. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear his excuses right now, anyway.

“Fine.” With a sigh, Rayelle pushed herself away from the table, the chair scraping along the floor. Her body ached from exhaustion and her head continued to pulse with a headache. Somewhere dark and quiet and alone sounded splendid.

As Rayelle stood, a wordless exchange shot between Tai’dqei and Ah’ke. She made it clear with her eyes she didn’t agree with his decision, but his stance never sagged under her silent judgment. Even if he could trust Rayelle to not run away, he could not trust others to not harm her or snatch her up. While he knew not all humans were subjected to such incidents, Rayelle simply was too vulnerable.

“Follow me,” he told Rayelle, ignoring the increasingly heated look Ah’ke gave him as he turned to lead the human down the hall they’d come from.

Rayelle rolled her eyes as she shuffled after him, scoffing, “Like I have a choice.”

When Tai’dqei stopped abruptly, Rayelle almost ran into his back. She stumbled a step back, before her body registered even his radiating body temperature. But not before her eyes registered the musculature along his back, beneath the mesh and partial armor. Flashes of the first night popped into her head, remembering how easily he hauled her up onto his shoulder, even as she struggled. The thoughts were soon joined by more recent memories. Especially the one where Tai’dqei had caught her from behind, his arm wrapped around her and his hand splayed across her middle.

“You have a choice,” he told her, looking over his shoulder. Rayelle swallowed, trying to shoo the thoughts away as she turned her attention from his back to his eyes. “You can follow nicely or I can haul you there myself.”

Something in Rayelle’s expression hardened. Tai’dqei mentally winced, his attempt at joking obviously misfiring. The air between himself and the human weighed heavily, made all the worse when Tai’dqei remembered Ah’ke’s eyes on them.

He was about to continue walking when Rayelle retorted, “Or I could run.”

The way she said the words was like a threat. He remembered all too well the strained demand he’d given her earlier. Tai’dqei’s hands flexed at his sides. The ghost of her warmth and softness teased along his palms. “You could, but I would advise against that.”

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Rayelle snorted, rolling her eyes again. She crossed her arms, leveling an unimpressed look up at Tai’dqei. “You haven’t told me why, though.”

At the expression that shot across Ah’ke’s face, Tai’dqei turned to face Rayelle and rushed to say, “Becau-”

“I don’t care, I want to rest,” Rayelle interrupted, raising a hand to cut him off. “Just show me to my room.”

With his mandibles tight to his face, Tai’dqei shot an uncertain glance to Ah’ke. His former mate seemed amused more than anything, as she tilted her head and raised her eyebrow ridges tauntingly. It was as if Ah’ke was telling him it was his problem to solve, his decision to make. And she would be correct.

Instead of replying to Rayelle, Tai’dqei simply nodded and led her down the hall. He tried not to think about how, though he had been joking, he’d have been happy to carry Rayelle to her quarters. Followed by tossing her onto the bed and climbing atop-

With a forceful mental push, he shoved the image from his head. A trip to that brothel was in order, he decided, as his fingers a little too forcefully punched a code into a wall panel. The door beside the panel hissed open, unlocked and now freely accessible to Rayelle.

Tai’dqei stepped to the side, motioning toward the room with one hand. Rayelle looked from him to the room. At a glance, it was certainly more comfortable looking than the cell, she decided. She entered slowly, taking stock of the room. It was small, with drawers built into the walls and scant decoration. The bed, she guessed, was the human full-size equivalent, though it looked plenty big to her.

Behind her, she could still feel Tai’dqei watching her. It made the hair on the back of her neck rise and squirming sensations flood her stomach.

Her eye caught the panel inside the room, beside the door, that mirrored the one outside it. Her finger reached out, intuitively, and pressed the largest glowing button.

Rayelle watched the door hiss shut with Tai’dqei on the other side. If he was waiting for an ounce of gratitude from her, he would be waiting for a long time, she decided as she turned to the bed.

—

Tai’dqei stared at the closed door for a moment. While he assumed Rayelle wasn’t going to re-open it, whether she meant to close it experimentally or intentionally, he thought it best to wait. Just in case.

As expected, the door did not re-open. Turning back toward the mess, Tai’dqei considered what to do next. There was still a lurid itch in his center. The thought of tossing Rayelle onto her new bed had reignited hormonal impulses. So, he would likely be hitting up the brothel Ah’ke mentioned.

Beyond that, he needed to resupply on food and minor necessities. Then there was the question of collecting on his work. After finishing the cleaning process on the skulls and spines of his bounties - done between Rayelle monitoring sessions - he had sent a request for a change in meet-up location. Hopefully, his employer would agree to meet at this particular outpost. If not, that was yet another stop to be made, at some point.

As he entered the mess, spotting Ah’ke still seated at the table, Tai’dqei realized there was another snag he hadn’t thought of. He couldn’t very well leave Rayelle alone on his ship. Ah’ke glanced up from the holoscreen her gauntlet displayed as he approached her.

Tai’dqei gave her holo a cursory look, noting the few organizations listed were for humans displaced from their time, before inclining his head to Ah’ke. “Can you stick around while I get some errands done off-ship? Might be awhile.”

She gave a little titter, her mandibles pulling upward with amusement as she turned the holoscreen off. “Going to that brothel after all?”

There was no point in denying it, he decided. Instead, he rolled his eyes and gave a resigned sigh, his mandibles twitching down. “Among other things.”

Ah’ke’s eyebrow ridges raised with curiosity. “Such as?”

“Resupplying. I’m low on med sprays and I need some replacement filaments,” he replied as he gathered a bag and checked his account via his wrist gear. Mentally, he tabulated a rough estimate as to how much he’d be spending. At least, on the supplies. He was too embarrassed with himself to consider just how much he was preparing to blow on carnal relief. “I should probably get food Rayelle will eat, as well.”

His friend made a humming sound, the leg crossed over her knee bouncing a little. “You should consider getting some things for her, too.”

Tai’dqei stared woodenly at Ah’ke, unsure if she was being suggestive or sincere. Maybe it was the hormones infesting his brain, but he could only think of adult toys or contraceptives. Either way, he had no clue what Ah’ke realistically meant. “Like what?”

“Just get her some clothes, toiletries,” Ah’ke leaned back in her chair, motioning with her hand as she spoke. “Something to enrich her mind.”

For the most part, the suggestions made sense and Tai’dqei acknowledge that, yes, his brain was just far too infested with hormones to think straight. He doubted Rayelle would stand wearing his clothes and providing items for self-care and hygiene seemed reasonable. Though perhaps he should just get her some clothes and have her shop with him, at some point. There was no telling what her preferences were or if she had allergies. The last thing he wanted was to buy her something she couldn’t use or, worse, would cause her discomfort.

But there was a phrasing that Ah’ke used that he couldn’t let go.

“Enrich her mind?” Tai’dqei snorted, his eyes noticing for the first time that Ah’ke had painted her claws a violet color. The last few times she had done so was when she was trying to get a non-yautja’s attention. His attention quickly re-focused back on her face. “You’re making her sound like a pet, Ah’ke.”

“You know what I mean,” she said with a huff, waving her hand to dismiss his wry statement. Ah’ke’s voice softened as she went on, “She went from one cage to your brig to your guest quarters. She’s had nothing to do.”

Tai’dqei couldn’t help the way his mandibles twitched upward. Being bored was tantamount to torture to Ah’ke. But, he supposed, the amount of mind numbing nothing-to-do that Rayelle had been forced through was a sort of torture.

While that was true, Tai’dqei knew it wouldn’t always be so. No matter her circumstances, she was going to have to learn about her current environment. Which might mean Rayelle would have a lot of reading and adjusting to do. “She’ll have plenty to do soon enough.”

Ah’ke seemed to read his mind. Her mandibles pulled up a little, in a yautja version of a smile, though a somber one. “Yes, she will. But maybe give her something so she can mentally escape a little.”

“I’ll consider it,” was all Tai’dqei could bring himself to say. He wasn’t certain how many credits he’d be burning on these errands. Especially if he was going to be sexually serviced.

“In sector C, there’s a little miscellaneous store run by a Haaloidian. You might be able to find her some fun stuff there.” Ah’ke had chosen not to pick up on the ambiguity of Tai’dqei’s statement. As she often stubbornly did. To her, it almost seemed a done deal that he’d be purchasing things for Rayelle. Or perhaps she had other reasons for the suggestion. “Tell Khimiel I sent you. She will give you a discount.”

Haaloidians, the merchants of the universe. As expected, they were often very friendly and, in most cases, eccentric. At least, in Tai’dqei’s experience.

“Khimiel.” Tai’dqei raised an eye ridge, though his tone dipped into mild amusement, “Is she the reason for your painted claws?”

“You noticed!” Ah’ke laughed as she held up a hand, wiggling her fingers. The claw polish shifted colors in the changing light and had specks of glitter in it. Around her extended hand, she shot Tai’dqei a teasing look, fluttering her eyes at him, “Don’t be jealous.”

“No promises, but I’ll let Khimiel know you sent me.” Tai’dqei shook his head, but couldn’t help the slight way his mandibles pulled up. As much as he was envious of this Khimiel for gaining Ah’ke’s attention, it wasn’t like strict monogamy was present in yautja culture. Even if they were still together, Ah’ke would have been free to pursue other lovers. As he turned to leave, waiting for the door to the exterior to open, he couldn’t help but add, “And I’ll be sure to put whatever I buy on the tab you inevitably have.”

“Don’t you dare!” Ah’ke was so quick to get to her feet, Tai’dqei had to stifle a laugh. His old friend likely had a long tab already, if she were trying to get this Khimiel’s attention.

Ignoring her outburst, Tai’dqei continued out out the door. “Thanks for staying, Ah’ke. Appreciate it!”

Ah’ke did not bid him farewell. She followed after him, the clicking in her voice more pronounced as she hissed, “Tai, if you rack up a huge bill, I swear I’ll wear your skull as a purse!”

“You’ve used that threat before and I’m still not an accessory,” Tai’dqei called back, over his shoulder, as the door slowly began closing in his wake. He caught a very unamused Ah’ke watching him go, her arms crossed over her chest. Offering a cheeky wave, he chuckled as his former lover made a rude gesture, before the door fully closed.

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapters Twenty Five and Twenty Six (Rúben Dias)

Word count: 2604

Chapter 25:

Rúben

It takes me a couple of seconds to realise what’s happening. Christina just walked toward me, grabbed my face and started to kiss me. God, I should have baked her a cake sooner.

I gently hold her face while I start to kiss her back. She is the one in charge right now, and I love that. I want her to be the one who decides how slow or fast things move, not me.

Slowly, she starts to deepen the kiss, and my hands move from her face to her waist and then down to her hips. Every time I hear one of her little moans, I hold her tighter. God, she’ll drive me crazy.

She takes that as a sign to keep moving faster and moves her legs so she’s straddling me. I break the kiss and move back slightly to be able to properly look at her. Her dress has been hicking up and I can see her beautiful legs. I move my hands over her thighs until I reach her underwear. Are those some of the panties she was folding in front of me yesterday?

Then I slowly look up, until I see her flushed face. She’s staring at me while I stare at her. The intensity of her gaze too much for me.

“Are you just going to look at me, Rúben?”, she laughs.

“I’d be happy just staring at you forever”, I whisper.

She smiles and leans down to connect our lips again. We slowly explore each other, because we have all the time in the world. This isn’t a one-time thing. There is no need to rush things.

My shirt is unbuttoned by her wandering fingers and thrown to the floor. I do the same with her dress, leaving her in just her underwear in front of me. How can someone be so stunning? It makes no sense.

She then focuses on giving my neck the same attention she had given to my lips. Wet kisses are followed by little bites, that leave me lightheaded. One of her hands is playing with my hair, while the other keeps going down…until she reaches my crotch. She applies the smallest amount of pressure, but it’s enough to make me snap.

I hold her hips and move her from my legs so she’s laying down on the sofa and I can be the one on top.

She looks at me and laughs. “I was wondering when you’ll want to take charge”.

But despite that little change in pace, we still take our time. Tasting, exploring, learning how good it feels to finally be together.

Christina

Even though I’m exhausted after a long day at work and my night shenanigans with Rúben, I can’t fall asleep.

It only took him two seconds to fall asleep after I finished getting ready for bed and got into it again to cuddle him. And I love that. I know he hasn’t been sleeping well since being kicked out of the World Cup. So knowing that he is resting now makes me very happy. He needs it.

I just keep staring at his sleepy face. He looks so much younger like this. No tension on his face, just fully relaxed. His arms are around my waist and he sometimes holds me tighter in his sleep, which makes me smile.

Slowly, my eyes close as well and I join him in dreamland.

When my alarm wakes us up, I feel Rúben moving to stop it. He then goes back to holding me and starts planting soft kisses on my neck.

“Bom dia”, he says.

“What was that?”, I ask with a little giggle.

“Good morning in Portuguese”.

“Oh. Well, same to you then. I’m going to have to take some lessons to know what you are saying to me”, I say before kissing him. “You were saying quite a few things in Portuguese last night”.

“In those moments, just assume I’m telling you how gorgeous you are and how much I want you”.

That makes me giggle again.

Ten minutes later, my second alarm makes an appearance and Rúben moves to get the phone again, groaning in protest.

“I guess we have to get up”, he says.

“Yeah”, I agree, not wanting to leave the bed. Not wanting to leave him. “I shower and you make breakfast?”

“Deal”, he says, giving me a quick kiss before leaving the bed.

When I get to the kitchen I frown. Is he really cooking vegetables for breakfast?

“Would you be offended if I ate cake for breakfast instead of whatever it is you’re doing?”, I say, hugging him from behind.

He snorts. “Have some fruit at least”.

“Does strawberry syrup count? Because that delicious cake you made plus some syrup…”, I pretend to lick my fingers dramatically.

He just shakes his head and I move to the kettle to make a cup of tea.

“How are we doing this then?”, asks Rúben when we sit down to eat.

“How are we doing what?”

“Us?”, he says, as if it was obvious what he meant. “Do we tell people or…?”

“Right”, I say, thinking. “I mean, everyone is expecting it really. But I guess we could not announce it to the world for a couple of weeks. Christmas is coming soon too, which is another drama on its own”.

“Why is it a drama?”

“Well”, I say with a sigh. “We both kind of work during Christmas. So instead of going home, it’s my family that comes to stay with me. And I expected to already have a place to live in when that time came but I have a feeling that’s not happening anymore, is it?”

He laughs. “I wasn’t going to let you leave even if we never dated”, he says with a shrug.

I just roll my eyes at him.

“But I don’t get why it is a drama”, he continues. “They can come here”.

“Right…wouldn’t your family want to come too? They barely get to see you”.

“Yes”, he says, nonchalantly.

“Rúben, are you putting two and two together anytime soon, my love?”, I say, annoyed by how unbothered he is by this. “Do you want our families to meet so soon?”

“Why not?”, he shrugs again.

“Because it’s weird. Because I’m sure my dad and my sister will embarrass me. And I don’t speak any Portuguese and I don’t want your parents to feel uncomfortable if everyone just speaks English…the list goes on!”

“You’re overthinking it”, he says, casually.

“And you are not thinking about it at all!!!”, I say, lifting my hands in protest.

“Come here”, he says, patting his lap.

“I’m not going to let you use cuddles to get away from discussing something important”.

“Stop pouting and come here”, he says, laughing at my expression.

I oblige and sit on his lap. He immediately wraps his arms around me.

“Your dad and sister will embarrass you while my brother embarrasses me. And my parents can speak English and have me to translate anything they might not understand. They won’t be uncomfortable because they understand you never had the need to learn Portuguese. And I know you will learn as much as you can to be polite to them, and they’ll love you for it. Ok?”, when I look at him, he just smiles. “I want this. I want our families to meet and get to know each other. I want us to organize meals for them. I want all of that and more with you. I can’t wait for my family to meet you and see the incredibly intelligent and gorgeous woman I get to call my girlfriend”.

“Rúben…”

“Yes, girlfriend. That’s what you’ve been to me this past month, even if we didn’t put a name to it. We weren’t just friends and you know it. So let’s just call things by their name, ok?”

“I’d like that”, I say, kissing him softly.

“And as for work, I agree that we should keep a low profile. No one will care, but I think it’s for the best. Though I’m sure someone will notice soon”, he laughs. “Once John is here, it’s game over”.

“Well, we’ll see tonight if that will happen soon or not”.

England-Germany tonight. Big match. Though ever since Rúben lost his match, I haven’t really been following the World Cup. It’s not the same anymore.

I finish my breakfast still sitting on Rúben’s lap, also known as the best seat in the house, and we make our way to work.

Chapter 26:

Rúben

On our way to work, I get to hold Christina's hand most of the time. I can get used to this.

When I park, I turn to see her getting all her things and reaching for the door handle.

"I think you are forgetting something", I say to her.

"I am?", she says, checking all the bags she has.

I laugh. "I meant a goodbye kiss"

"Oh", she says, turning back to face. "Still getting used to this new routine".

I was planning for a quick kiss, anyone could see us parked here. But I guess there is no such thing when it comes to kissing Christina. I can get used to this for sure.

Walking inside the building, we meet more people I haven't seen since before going to the World Cup. They all try to tiptoe around my defeat. I can't wait for this tournament to be over.

"Are you walking me to the office again?", asks Christina with a smirk.

"Always".

"Oh, what a gentleman!"

"Yeah, it's not selfish at all. Not thinking about maybe getting to steal another kiss from you", I tell her, returning the smirk.

"Hi, lovebirds!", I hear Kirby say. I guess no stolen kisses today, then.

"Morning, Kirby", says Christina. "Can we have our coffee break together today? I have something for you".

"Intriguing. And sure, but you'll have to come to my office. I'm so busy today".

"Can do".

I all of a sudden feel a bit out of place.

"Emmm, I'll go to the gym. See you later?", I say, making Christina turn to look at me.

"Ok".

When I get further away from her, I text her.

"Sorry about that. I just don't know how to act in front of Kirby without giving it all away. I'll visit your office before going home, ok? Maybe get that kiss? 😉😉"

A few more of the boys are back from Qatar. All disappointed and upset about their exit. I really can't wait for the Premier League to be back.

Christina

"That was weird", says Kirby, saying out loud the same I was thinking.

"Yeah", I say before noticing my phone buzzing. I read Rúben's text and smile.

"Do you think it was the lovebirds comment that upset him? I was just joking. I don't want to make any of you uncomfortable", she asks me, worried.

"It's fine, Kirby. Don't worry about it. He's still weird after the WC, you know?", back to the white lies. Sigh.

After getting some work done, I go grab some coffee for me and Kirby.

"Coffee delivery!!", I say, walking inside her office.

"I love you. Gimme gimme!"

"Well, you are going to love me a lot, because I got you cake too", I say, getting my Tupperware out of my back.

"That's homemade! Did you bake a cake for me?"

I laugh. "No, you wouldn't want to eat anything I bake. Rúben baked a cake for me, and because he won't eat more than a tiny piece, I thought I would share it with you", I say, placing the cake and fork in front of her.

"Rúben baked you a cake", she says, wide-eyed.

"Yeah?"

"If a man like Rúben baked me a cake, I'd be on my knees before he had time to get the bloody thing out of the oven", she says seriously, making me choke on my coffee.

"You don't even get how lucky you are", she says with a sigh.

Oh, but I do.

When she takes a bite, her eyes get even wider. "This is so good! What type of cake is it?"

"I don't know. A Portuguese recipe apparently", I say with a shrug.

She just stares at me.

"What?", I say.

"I hate you. And every day that passes that you don't sleep with him, I hate you even more".

I just shake my head. Trying to control my smirk.

By 5 pm I'm tired and ready to go home. I hear a knock on the door and tell the person behind it to come in.

"Rúben? What are you doing here?", I say, surprised. "You left hours ago".

"Yeah", he says, closing the door behind him, "and now I'm back to drive you home".

I shake my head. "You don't have to do that".

"I want to, though", he says, kneeling next to my chair so we are at eye level. "Hi", he says in a low voice.

"Hi", I say back, big smile on my face.

My hand touches his cheek while I lean forward to kiss him. Every time I kiss him, it feels different. In the best way possible.

"Are you done with work?", he says after breaking the kiss.

"Almost", I sigh. "Give me maybe 15 more minutes and I'll be all yours".

"Ok", he says, giving my lips a quick peck. "Can I stay here?"

"Sure. Just don't try to distract me or we'll never leave".

"I'll be on my best behaviour", he says, raising his hands.

And he keeps his promise. I carry on finishing the few things left on my to-do list while Rúben is sprawled on my sofa scrolling on his phone. I mean, it's distracting, but I don't think he is doing it on purpose.

The door opens suddenly and Kirby gets into the office without knocking. We've gotten too used to doing that and with Rúben planning on spending time here…yeah, we might need to talk about this.

"Hey, you ready…hi! I didn't expect a Rúben Dias here".

"Hi Kirby", he says, sitting up.

"You look cosy", she says, raising an eyebrow.

"Just waiting for Christina to be done with work so I can drive her home".

"Aren't you sweet!!", she says, making Rúben look away. Is he going to blush? "But I thought you were coming to the pub with us, Chris".

"I was?", I say, remembering our plans all of a sudden. "Oh shit, that's right. I totally forgot".

"That's ok", says Kirby. "You can come too, Rúben".

"To the pub? What are you doing? Friday drinks?", he asks her.

"No, we are going to watch the match. You know, c'mon England!!"

I laugh at that.

"Right, ummm…I think I'll pass", says Ruben, looking really upset. "Not really in the mood to watch the match, you know?"

I wish I could go and hug him right now.

"Of course", says Kirby realising her mistake. "You still coming, Chris?"

"Sure! I'll meet you there. I had to go home to get changed anyways".

"See you there!!", she tells me. "And see you on Monday?", she tells Rúben.

"You will".

Once she's gone, I go to the sofa to sit with him.

"You ok?", I tell him, putting my arms around his waist and my head on his shoulder. God, I missed him.

"I am", he says, kissing my head. "I'll miss you tonight, though".

"I won't be back too late", I say looking up at him.

"I'll wait up for you then", he says with a wink.

"You better".

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I had a friend named sam. he was nice, for the most part. he loved to bake. his favorite thing to make was cheesecake, especially because his mom had loved it. he had this incredible fudge recipe, all from scratch. he made it a couple times, while I was still living nearby. we had one of those if-we’re-both-single-by-35-let’s-get-married kinda deals. he kept dropping the number. he talked about building me a computer, building me a house, all from scratch. he had a plan to survive the apocalypse. he liked guns and wanted to join the military. he made really good fudge though.

he was down to 25 by the time I moved away, talking about how his job would require him to travel a lot internationally and he’d take me with him, put us up in nice hotels and let me vacation it out all the time while he worked. he’d be happy to do the cooking, to spoil his little wife, to build me a beauty-and-the-beast library. he wanted his wife to have the opportunity not to work, wanted kids and dogs and the house, the whole deal. I’d told him I didn’t want to date him, but the deal seemed to be his cop-out. and I was seventeen, it didn’t sound so bad to have a backup plan. and I didn’t know what to do with my life, and working didn’t sound all that attractive, and he was two years older than me. love a man, have his kids, be guaranteed a nice life. my grandparents were certainly on board with that plan.

he visited me that year. my new friends didn’t like him. he called something gay (derogatory) in conversation while sitting in my room with my rainbow flag behind us. I didn’t like that, was maybe overly sensitive about it, and he apologized. he’d always known I was bi; I think one of my reasons for turning him down when he first admitted to having a crush on me was that I was still getting over my first queer relationship, and he accepted that. it was wired into him still, white desert man named sam. he had a self-pitying laundry list of reasons why he would never find love, had three exes who had “turned” bi or lesbian after dating him. he’d come an awfully long way out to visit me.

I saw him again in the summer. I asked him to do something, I don’t remember what. he would say he’d do it if I’d kiss him. he picked me up at one point, bridal-style, tried to lean in a bit. I laughed to keep his face away. I think he had it down to 22.

in the winter we were driving through a town next to ours at night, an area I didn’t know. I asked if we could drive up to the mountain. he said we could, if I was willing to do a friends-with-benefits thing. I said no, tried to convince him we should drive up anyway. he said that was the only way. we didn’t go. after he dropped me off home, I didn’t hang out with him again.

I blocked his number and his snap and his instagram in march. when I was sent home for the pandemic two weeks later, I was paranoid for months that he would just show up to the house one day, demand an explanation.

when I’d put most of the country back in between us, I tried to make fudge one night from scratch. I didn’t have his recipe, it’s still written down on notebook paper somewhere in my old room, but I found one online. I didn’t have the canned milk, so I had to find an “alternative” thing, and that’s probably where it went wrong. I can make microwave fudge perfectly, with canned milk and the right ingredients, but it was late and I just had what I had.

a few months earlier, I had been feeling awful and cold in that new place, wondering if it would work, to call him up and say okay I’m ready, let’s get married let’s do the whole thing give me a new life, give me security, give me all the shit you want for your picket-fence wife, let’s build that house, I can pop out a couple babies if you get me pregnant in vienna. I’m sure his life couldn’t possibly be going in the exact successful way he’d planned, but it couldn’t hurt to find out, keep that door cracked a tiny bit? he was desperate to be loved. we could chalk it up to dumb teenage drama, pandemic panic, whatever. it had been two years.

I didn’t call him. I stuck it out, and then I was in a shitty little kitchen making bad fudge late at night. I remember thinking it was closer to brownie brittle, that it couldn’t be too far off from the oreo recipe actually.

so I was sitting there, and I was nibbling on this crumbly burnt fudge- because it was one of the most interesting things I’d ever tasted and I made it, I wasn’t going to completely waste it- and all I could think about was how I wanted to send a picture to him, to say “hey, I tried to make fudge, I was missing yours, it’s awful”, and I couldn’t. and I couldn’t talk to alec, and I couldn’t talk to aric, and I couldn’t talk to a whole string of boys who made a friendship fun until it wasn’t, until we were thrown into the stark light of the something-more they always wanted. and I don’t want kids that way and I probably don’t want to spend the rest of my life with a man, and I definitely don’t want to be completely financially dependent on one. and I thought about the generations of women in my family who had settled for exactly that, found a nice enough guy with a nice enough salary and a dedication to a life together, and had gone “fuck it, I’m not in love but I can love him into a backyard, I can hold this into wrinkles and grey hair and dust”.

I sat on the floor of my kitchen until my roommates came home. they could smell it, asked what I was making. I said next time I would do better, and we could all have some. I haven’t tried to make fudge since.

( - not quite what belongs on this blog but then again it is about love. this is a love shot over and over in the water. there were a lot of good times with him, plenty of good things about him, I promise, but I forgot most of them because I can’t think about him too often. and it’s really not my worst experience with a man, it just sucks. he was my friend.)

tw: nsfw, implied

i don’t have as lengthy a response for you, on account of my lack of experience with people in general, but i have been thinking about Peter Pan a lot. partly because the actress in the ballet that played peter was my bi awakening (well—mostly), and partly because some boys just never want to grow up.

they don’t want to grow up, and they’ll make their objects of affections bona fide Wendy Darlings. i keep finding ways to sprinkle freud would love this generation! into lighthearted conversations. oh, you wouldn’t catch a lot of them dead saying “make me a sandwich”, but they’ll waste no time expecting you to parent them. and that’s precisely the thing you can’t do—fill that miserable void of love that they never received and that you’re not sure if you ever will either.

poor lost boys with lost-er mothers, lost-er fathers, losing their sanity and losing their children. but there’s a happy ending to this story, right? and you will make that ending so, you owe him that, because after all, he taught you how to fly. he gave you a bit of an escape from the way the world weighs you down like a block of cement, you got high together and he cooked you dinner and because he couldn’t afford flowers he picked them for you off the side of the road. and he wrote you one (1) love letter. and you love him enough to say yes I’ll marry you someday yes I’ll be your wife but then you call your best friend one night crying and you babble to her i feel this weird pressure to keep being a girl, for him and he said something while you were sitting on his chest about how the queer community has gotten all too complicated and you don’t understand why you feel so uncomfortable having this conversation, because he should be safe, because he’s two out of the four main letters of the acronym, but you don’t feel safe right now, you feel pretty fucking invalidated, and how in the almighty hell do you tell that to the only person who you’ve ever really loved?

i spent a life time wishing i was more grown up. i was an eldest sibling, so certainly i needed to act older than my age, and on top of that, i was accelerated by a little bit, academically. doing schoolwork a grade ahead kinda fucked with my social development. another time, i talked with him about getting intimate with someone nearly four years my senior (a legal adult by a huge margin) while i was still underage, and i felt so childish opening up about that. we both agreed, that was a little bit fucked up, but technically not illegal, because i didn’t disclose my real age.

and when you’re wendy you’re going to feel horribly behind, and horribly tied down, and only the fun girls get to go to neverland, and you want to be a fun fairy girl so desperately that you’ll trap yourself in drawers just so he’ll let you out. and you want to be fun, and you want pixie dust, and you want to be cool, and it’s all because of peter, who’s going to age but won’t grow up. so many lost boys with their lost ambition and lost purpose, and you are the one magical girl that can make them remember it again! but oh—one catch—you have to grin and bear it, feel their cold hands on you and in you and never sleep with a shirt on.

i can’t fix my lost boy, and i’m not trying to, but i hope when reality hits, we land gracefully and on our feet. and i’m trying to shake off whatever of Wendy rests on my back, i don’t need her and i don’t need to be her. and out of the several relationships i’ve had with men, i’ve got hope for this one yet. he is by far my best.

—(yesterday i talked about insecurities surrounding my hair and he touched it gently and said: stop it. i love you just the way you are. it’s kind of the bare fucking minimum, but hey—we’re getting somewhere with this.)

#musings on being afab #and bi in relationships with men #love letters #ik you said i didn’t need to respond but this kinda poured out of me #so like #oopsy daisy

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lolawassad · 2 years

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Garrett doesnt actually have an age?? So lets say hes 25, and reader is almost 19

Garrett mcneill x reader

3rd pov

You are sitting at customer service with garrett when he turns to you "hey doll?" He asks you making you hum "how do you tell someone you like them?"

Your face falls but you quickly put on a fake smile "i think its best you just straight forwardly say 'hey i like you, wanna go on a date with me?'" You tell him before seeing cheyenne, when garrett looks away you give cheyenne the "awkward turtle" sign and she rushes over "y/n dina says we need to take a break, she says we are overworking our small little brains" she uses the lie you guys came up with incase you ever want out of a situation.

You turn to garrett with a fake smile "dont want dina to kill us" you say before rushing to the lunch room

You sigh as you sit down in next to cheyenne, you started this job after your parents kicked you out the second you turned 18, you have been living with amy after cheyenne told her about your situation

Amy walks up to you and places her hand on your shoulder "hey sweetheart, whats wrong?" She asks in her motherly voice, jonah is quick to join and grab ahold of your hand, you shake your head but cheyenne starts talking

"Y/n is totally in love with garrett but hes into someone else and now shes so sad because they are supposed to be like me and bo" she says before hugging you while crying

Jonah thinks of something "cheyenne why dont you and amy go sit over there and y/n and me stay here.. I got an idea trust me guys" he says making amy and cheyenne move to across the room curiously

Jonah pulls the chair amy was just in so its right next to his and pats the seat "come sit" he says "if you want" he adds afterwards making you giggle

You sit down next to him and he puts his arm around you "wh-" he puts his fingers on your mouth and nods to the door where garrett now is rolling through while talking to dina

He spots jonah and you sitting really close and snarls he starts rolling over but then jonah turns your face to his using two fingers on your cheek

Jonah smirks before whispering "What do you call it when Dwayne Johnson buys a cutting tool? Rock pay-for scissors" making you burst in giggles from the randomness off it

"stringbean.. Hey doll whats so uh funny here huh?" Garrett asks when he reaches the table, his eyes set in a glare on jonah

Jonah laughs a little "oh just telling y/n something funny" he says before standing up "y/n we should go back to work" he continues before holding out his hand, when you take his hand he pulls you up he continues holding your hand as he pulls you with him

When you walk past garrett he speaks up

"No. No no. Absolutely not, you are coming with me" he says before pulling you onto his lap and rolling away, he takes me to the warehouse thats empty and grabs your jaw making you look at him

"Jonah? Really jonah?" He asks you "what does he have that i dont have, dollface? Tell me go on" he demands, you notice the hurt in his eyes and push off of him sad and confused

"Why do you care garrett? Shouldnt you be hitting on your girlfriend" you snap at him, he "tsks" before rolling up to you and pulling you on his lap by your waist before he kisses you

"Yooo get some garrett" "ey garrett you gonna share that piece of ass?" Some of the warehouse boys say, making garrett stop kissing you and he tucks your head into his neck

"Fuck off, dont look at my doll" he says glaring at the warehouse boys before rolling away you still on his lap, when he reaches the customer service desk you go to get off his lap but he firmly places his hand on your ass making you stay down "dont leave" he says softly before rolling over to the mic

"Hello cloud nine shoppers i just wanted to tell you all the lovely worker y/n is mine, she is my girl, yeah i know what a catch she is" he says in the mic while glaring at jonah who is just smiling, jonah starts walking towards the desk and gets in behind

"Told you i had an idea" jonah says smirking while looking at you

Garrett scoffs "dont LOOK AT HER" he says before his hand goes to the back of your head and he pushes your face into his neck again making you giggle "thank you jo-" you are cut off by garrett softly grabbing your hair and pulling you to face him and his hand slaps over you mouth

"Tsk young lady dont even say his name" he says with a faux glare making you pout "but he helped us" you say but garrett doesnt listen he is just looking at your lips

Without a care in the world he slams his lips into yours making you yelp in surprise, his hand goes from your head to the back of your neck and his hand on your ass stays there

You start kissing back before remembering you are in the store and quickly push him away and hop off his lap making him complain, you sit on the desk and he smirks before rolling up to you but is interupted by a guy walking up to the desk

"This shit doesnt work" the man days throwing an item to garrett and turns to you while biting his lip "hey sexy, you know i have alot of money, if you leave with me you wont need to be here with no legs over here" he says making me gasp, i go to say something about his manners but garrett's hand makes its way to my thigh

"Dude dont talk to my girl, like that" he says making jonah speak up "yeah man not cool, dont talk to his girl like that" garrett looks at jonah and nods

Garrett throws back the item the man threw at him and grabs your wrist pulling you on his lap, this time not straddling him, and smirks at the man "i suggest you leave before i get marcus, he was in jail because someone bothered my girl here" garrett threatens making the man run off

You start giggling making garrett beam, before he turns to jonah with a smile "alright thanks bro" he says giving him a brofive and jonah walks up to cheyenne and amy

"If you guys are gonna fuck at work please dont do it in the bathrooms" dina says before walking away

#superstore #superstore x reader #garrett x reader #garrett mcneill x reader #smut #x reader

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supimjustwriting · 3 years

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You Ruined Me

Features: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Malleus Draconia

Author’s Note: I believe I had a bit too much fun with this. Honestly the idea I wrote for Malleus can become its own fic.

Riddle Rosehearts (Trey Clover) Genre: Comedy Warnings: Bullying, product placement

“My teeth are fine. I don’t need your help.”

It was supposed to be just another day at the Heartslabyul dorm, yet quiet whispers seemed to surround the couple.

“I heard that Riddle’s (S/O) doesn’t brush their teeth.” “Is that why they always have a closed lipped smile in photos?” “Ever since Trey mentioned it. I can’t help but notice how yellow their teeth are.”

Each word dug thorns into (Y/N) before they finally had to excuse themselves.“

Trey allow me to talk to you for a moment,” pulling the vice dorm leader aside. They mirrored their lover’s rosy cheeks while steam poured from their ears. “What have you done?”

“It’s just a passing comment. I’m sure things should blow over soon. Trends like this come and go all the time,” the clover haired male held his hands up in defense, a sheepish grin painting his lips.

“A trend? You call this a trend! I can’t even simply speak or eat without somebody. No. EVERYBODY, staring at my teeth!”

Before things could escalate further. A certain redhead entered the room, his eyes filled with worry and confusion like a child walking in on their parents arguing.

You and Trey reflexively apologize to each other, eyes glued to the ground. With the both of you explaining, each explaining their respective side. A new rule was born. At least [décor] reminders of the rule now made home to this rule flooded dorm.

The next morning a sign made their home upon the kitchen wall, followed by a picture of a smiling tooth. It was quite reminiscent of a children’s dentist office. The sign read” ALL STUDENTS ARE ENCOURAGED TO BRUSH THEIR TEETH AFTER EATING. THIS INCLUDES AFTER DRINKING TEA AS WELL AS OTHER FOOD ITEMS KNOWN TO STAIN TEETH.

Needless to say this was just another rule to be forgotten. At least they stopped talking about you and now call out each other.

[ Little did everyone know this was simply all planned by Trey to promote the new toothpaste he was working on.. It was a success. ]

Leona Kingscholar (Ruggie Bucchi) Genre: Drama/Angst Warnings: Stealing, invasion of privacy

“Anything else would’ve been fine but out of everything you had to pawn that?!”

You tore your room apart. Throat closing with each area of failure. Just where was your necklace? Taking a few deep breaths, you try to recall who could’ve visited your room. Crossing your arms over your chest, you create a mental list.

Jack stopped by to ask if you wanted to join him on his morning run, to which you grumbled softly. Still half asleep.

A while later Leona came, scooping you from your desk before holding you protectively against his chest. His body relaxing from the familiar warmth and scent your body gave. Though before you could fall asleep yourself. Ruggie popped in asking if he could have any spare notebooks laying around. Lazily gesturing to your desk, you close your eyes.

Ruggie.

“Where is it?” “I know you were half asleep but you agreed to letting me take those notebooks. You ain’t getting them back.” “Not those. You can take as many as you want but where is my necklace?”

The hyena’s face dropped as he chuckled nervously.

“Oh! That little ol’ thing? Out of your whole collection I thought you’d miss that one the least. So, I pawned it for some madol. Since it was yours to begin with, I’ll give you a cut of the profits. How does 75:25 sound to you? Sellers fees and all that,” he chirped, turning on his charming business mode.

Each word that left his lips caused your blood to boil ever hotter.

“So, you’re telling me. That you sold my only connection to home because it looked plain?”

Oh fu- He should’ve put sentimental value on the table as well. No wonder the pendant looked familiar to him. Hindsight truly is troublesome, isn’t it? With his ears pressed against his skull, a sheepish grin painted his lips.

“I could always buy it back?” “You will buy it back.”

Like a lion stalking their prey, you slowly made your way to the hyena only to be interrupted by a familiar groan.

“Oi, what’s with all the noise? Don’t you know that some people are trying to rest here?” A yawn erupted from Leona’s lips as he scratched the back of his head. “(Y/N)? From the look in your eyes. What did Ruggle do?” Nothing could hide the amused smirk forming upon his face.

After explaining the situation to Leona. You got your necklace back even quicker than promised. Needless to say a certain hyena was banned from your room indefinitely. Unless you decided otherwise. It’s your room. Leona won’t tell you what to do but he’ll throw in a suggestion here and there. Of course. Due to the talk Ruggie had with your boyfriend. He doesn’t even consider looking at your stuff the wrong way.

Malleus Draconia (Lilia Vanrouge) Genre: Horror, Angst Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, yandere themes

“Lilia, please don’t. We can talk this out! Can’t we? I don’t wanna be a fae. Please convince Malleus otherwise. I want to stay human. I want to stay me!”

You stared at the joyous fae before you. His maniacal smile never left his lips as he slowly approached your trembling form.

“Oh sweetheart. I would hate to be the bearer of bad news but this was your dearest’s idea. It broke his heart, you know?” Lilia’s voice dropped to an accusatory tone as he clicked his tongue at you. “I told him that loving a human comes with a heavy price. You can only truly give your heart to someone once. I will have you know. The other times will never be as pure as the first.”

Despite your sniffles and cowering form. He continued as if scolding a child.

“Humans have such short lives and so we talked it out. We agreed to tweak some things. Till death do us part is too tragic of a way to end a story, don’t you think? So, we decided to focus on the forever in the happily forever after. Romantic, isn’t it?”

Lilia closed the distance between the two of you. Before revealing a small vial with a pink sparkling liquid dancing within. Gingerly he held the glass to your lips, teasing you with your fate.

“And all it will take is just one gulp,” each word that followed, he tipped the glass ever so slightly.

Malleus watched the scene unfold before him an unreadable expression painting his face.

“Lilia,” his voice shook the room, filling the empty space with an indescribable pressure.

You were saved! Surely your upper classmen had to be joking, right? This was simply just one of his pranks going too far and Malleus is here to stop the teasing. Yes! That has to be it. Yet why does the draconic fae stare at you with such fascination?

“I thought we agreed that I would give it to them.”

In a fit of laughter, Lilia let your trembling form free. His eyes glowing a deep magenta as delight slowly filled him. The sight of the young couple warming his cold heart.

“Look Malleus, they’re shaking with excitement! I guess we got too carried away there,” the short haired male let out a sigh. “If only we were a bit quicker, right (Y/N)? Then we could have surprised your darling dearest.”

A soft smile crossed Malleus’ lips. “(Y/N), you didn’t have to do that. Though I am touched by the thought,” your boyfriend walked over to you before kneeling before your doll-like stature. “Let this day become a commemoration for the future years to come. I truly do love you from the bottom of my heart (Y/N). Now please, tilt your head back for me love.”

What was once a comforting embrace, now resembled a cage. His cold skin against your own reminded you of a corpse. Yet there was a soft burn coming from beneath. Love? That’s a fool’s wishful thinking.

You felt your scalp being tugged softly, snapping you from your thoughts. Gingerly long slender fingers caressed your cheek as if to remind you everything will be alright. With the bitter liquid sliding down your throat. All you could do was curse the pair from the bottom of your heart. How dare they ruin you like this?

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Trey Clover #Ruggie Bucchi #Lilia Vanrouge #Twisted Wonderland Yandere

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hobidreams · 3 years

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october 1869.

have you been mistaken all along?

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: drama words: 1.2k contains: a shattering.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 25. start from the beginning?

“Have you been busy today?”

The king asks this as soon as he steps into your chambers, casually kicking off the furled leaf clinging to the bottom of his shoe on the wood outside. The late October wind has lately been littering the palace grounds with the last remnants of summer as most of the plants prepare for their hibernation.

You bow as you watch him cross the space with as much ease as he would his own room, having spent so much time here in the past year. And the question he posed to you as greeting? It would be strange if he had not fallen into the habit of asking it some weeks ago, taking an unexpected interest that is making you steadily feel more and more comfortable with him even though you should be keeping him as far as you possibly can.

(Wasn’t it better when he treated this like an empty affair? Wasn’t that what he wanted?)

The king settles on the edge of the bed as he begins to undo his belt. A singular pat of the blankets beside him indicates that you should join him. And you do, saying, “unfortunately. Two of the cooks accidentally burned themselves today when there was an overflow, and we had just run out of the burn salve, so it was quite frantic. But we managed, and even had dinner prepared without much delay! Though… I was little help in that last part.”

“I remember. You attempted to poison me with yakgwa once.”

“Jeonha! That was an earnest try at making them as a gift!” Nothing more than a besotted young girl’s silly attempt.

He laughs lightly, casually at your protests, the smile that makes you far too fond once again. “I could certainly feel that in every rock-hard bite. Nearly broke my teeth with how earnest they were.” His belt clatters to the floor. “And how are the cooks now?”

“Recovering! And hopefully without much permanent scarring on their hands.”

“Mm. Good.”

Then his own hands are on you, as they always are before long. One slides broadly up over the thin fabric covering your back, fingers spread wide. Another firmly grips your thigh while his head dips low, ready to stake claim to your neck with his lips, the smile still stretched faintly across them. He now knows exactly how to make your breath hitch with just a few strokes. How to have you moaning, whimpering into his ear like his needy woman with the slightest skim of his fingertips over your skin.

Even though the warmth he sparked only blazes higher at his touch, you cannot be carried away. Not just yet.

“Ah, j-jeonha. Please wait.”

You gently ease back, and that is enough to make him pause. He gives you a questioning look, as you’ve never interrupted him like this before.

“It is nearly November,” you murmur.

“I am in possession of a calendar, yes.”

“No, um.” You stare down at your hands. “What I mean is… Daebi-mama. Her birthday… It will be soon.”

You’ve never once broached the subject of the late queen with him in all this time and it instantly feels like a mistake when he stiffens. Yanks his hands back to his own lap, away from you.

You force yourself to go on. “I—I wish to visit her. That is, her tomb… And burn incense. Since it is not too far away that we could feasibly return within the day, I thought it could be nice i-if you wish, jeonha? If you might, perhaps, possibly, like to come with me on that day, together?” The nervous words end up tumbling out all at once, a mess of syllables but at least they’re out. The thoughts have hung heavy on your mind for so many weeks.

He is mute.

Stares at you for long seconds until his brow furrows. His expression draws in so violently that the glare could rival the chill battering against the windows.

“You… Who do you think I am?”

Your mouth falls open at the anger simmering in his voice, groping for words in response but you can’t find them. With a single sentence, you are thrown back into the queen’s chamber, into that awful June day, where you stood at an absolute loss. Vulnerable, and scared. An entire year’s worth of feelings and experiences ago, but the cruel look he gives you now feels the exact same as it did then.

He scoffs. “You think… Honestly, you imagine I have time for such dalliances? To halt an entire day’s worth of business to do such a matter?”

“But the queen—”

“It is frivolous.” His teeth snap together. “Completely unnecessary.”

“J-Jeonha—”

“No. No. It’s ridiculous of you to even suggest it. I have absolutely no need for such a public display that only shows the people how weak and susceptible their king is. I will not lose all that I have earned.”

“I just thought—”

“No.” He stands up altogether in a flurry of fabric, glaring at you down his nose. “No matter what you have thought, that is final.” His hands are tight fists and he’s already sauntering towards the exit.

Your mouth feels numb even as you mumble, stuttering over the words, “a king can have emotions. Can have grief.” But he doesn’t hear. He’s already closed off his ears and, you think, you dread, his heart.

Without a single look further in your direction, he pauses just the once to sweep his belt off the floor and then he’s gone.

This is the first time since last November that he has come to you and left without indulging himself in your body. While you once so fervently wished he would come for the pleasure of your company alone, you didn’t want it like this. Never like this.

You took a risk, and this is where it has left you: reminded of where your place is in this world, in his world. Alone, you let your body fall onto the bed, one palm pressed to the sheets where his heat remains faintly still.

The door flies open, slamming into its frame as the king explodes into his room.

“Jeonha, you’ve returned early?”

Eunuch Kim is in the midst of tidying up some papers as he was instructed before the king left for Hamhwadang Hall. His confused question is answered with a vicious scowl, one that bodes only awful things, and would have made a weaker man shrink back if the he were not already long used to such vitriol. Even if it hasn’t been aimed in his direction for some time now, and Eunuch Kim had let himself believe that he would perhaps never see it with such intense fury again.

“Leave.”

“I have not yet laid out your schedule for Novem—”

Yoongi’s snarl grows even more prominent as he cuts the man off. “Leave. Get out. I don’t want the schedule right now. Just get out!”

Left with no choice, Eunuch Kim bows and quits the room. His heart feels stifling as he walks down the corridor, wondering just what the hell happened with uinyeo-nim to eradicate the rare, pleasant mood the king had left in. Just what, that has undone so many months of quiet, welcome change in an instant.

#ficswithluv #btsghostie #bts imagines #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts angst #yoongi angst #bts scenarios #bts fluff #yoongi fluff #historical au #moonlit throne #rain writes #was it all better left unsaid?

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Ch. 25: Fighting Alone (Grounded)

AO3

Marinette was exhausted. Adrien’s father had sent him out of Paris for a week for some fashion show that he couldn’t be bothered to go to in person. Instead, he had Natalie with Adrien. Since Marinette herself wasn’t in Paris, she usually wouldn’t mind Adrien’s week-long trip. Except, she wasn’t in Paris. And now, neither was Chat Noir. Which means for nearly a week, she’d been sneaking out of her dad’s house at random times to do patrols in Paris. Luckily, there hadn’t been any akuma attacks. She knew her dad would be beyond angry if she was the only one to show up for an attack. And if he knew that she knew about Adrien’s absence ahead of time and didn’t ask any of her family to help? She’d been in big trouble. Even more if he knew she’d been not only going on patrol in Gotham under his supervision, but also in Paris. Getting next to no sleep. So yeah, she was ready for a nap. Just as her eyes are about to close, the shrill akuma alarm screams from her phone. Groaning, she sits up.

“Marinette, you’re exhausted.” Tikki admonishes her, her tiny arms crossed.

“Tikki, I have to do this. I’m sorry, and I promise I’ll sleep when we get home.” Marinette says, giving her friend a pleading look. Tikki huffs, letting her little arms drop.

“Fine, but when we get back you are going to talk to your father and stay home from patrol tonight.” She says. Marinette frowns, but quickly agrees. It never went well arguing with the goddess of creation.

“Tikki, spots on!” She says, letting the warmth of her transformation flow over her. She glances at Kaalki. “Ready?” She asks. The Kwami nods and Marinette combines the transformations, quickly opening a portal and dropping into Paris. She could do this.

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The sudden blaring of the akuma alarm breaks Bruce from his thoughts. He raises an eyebrow and quickly pulls up the newsfeed of the attack, letting it play in the background as he continues working.

“Ladybug has just arrived on scene! No direct confirmation on the akuma’s powers yet. We just have to hope it’s a weak one today folks as it appears speculation is correct and Chat Noir is not currently in Paris.” The reporter says, making him snap his attention to the video. His jaw tenses and his phone starts ringing and flooding with text messages. No doubt the boys were also watching the video. He answers the phone as he swiftly walks towards the elevator. Work could wait. Right now he needed to get home and take the Zeta tubes to Paris.

“Hello.” He says, not even bothering to look at the caller id.

“How many of us are going to Paris?” Dick asks. Bruce frowns.

“I will be going alone.” He says. Dick snorts. Bruce hits the button for the garage, shifting impatiently in the small space. He could’ve taken the stairs, but he had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t sprint down the stairs like he could as Batman. People would talk.

“Yeah right, B. There’s no way you’re gonna get Jay and Little D to agree to that. You know the three have been attached at the hip lately.” Dick reminds him.

“Will you please monitor the tubes until I get there? I don’t want your brothers rushing off and doing something stupid.” He says.

“Sure can, B.” Dick says. Bruce hangs up the phone and stares at the number indicating the floor the elevator is on. The second it switches to ‘B’, he’s prepared and storms through the door, not slowing until he’s in the car. He pulls up the news feed immediately, pushing down on the gas as he drives through the city.

“It’s been confirmed that the current akuma has a sword and appears to be skilled with the weapon. Ladybug herself has urged citizens to remain in their homes until this battle is over.” The reporter says. Bruce curses under his breath and pushes the gas pedal down even more. Almost there. Almost there. The car alerts him to a phone call and he answers.

“Father, why have you locked us out of the Zeta tubes?” Damian demands, his voice harsh. “The akuma has a sword, Marinette is not skilled with a sword yet.”

“Damian, I don’t want you or Jason going to Paris. I already told Dick that I’m the only one going.” Bruce explains, pulling the car over at the front of the manor and switching the call to his cellphone as he rushes into the house.

“Yeah B, that’s what Dick said before we tied him up. But how the hell did you lock us out of the tubes? Even Timmy can’t figure it out.” Jason says, and Bruce freezes. She wouldn’t. She…. she couldn’t, right?

“Jason, untie Dick and have him put in my alternative password.” Bruce orders, rushing through the manor to get to the entrance of the cave. If his suspicions were right, his daughter had managed to shut down the Zeta tube in the Batcave. And maybe even halted any attempts to enter Paris.

“Still not working, B.” Tim’s frustrated voice comes through the phone. Damnit. Bruce storms into the cave, slipping only a domino mask on. Protocol be damned, his daughter was in danger. He hangs up the phone as he storms in, walking past his sons and straight to the tube. He quickly changes the destination to the watch tower and steps through, ignoring his son’s protests. Once at the tower, he tries Paris. And then he tries again. How the hell had she managed that? He quickly returns to the Batcave, looking at his sons with a tense face.

“Somehow, your sister has cut off the Zeta tubes’ ability to go to Paris.” He says with a clenched jaw.

“Why the hell would she do that?” Jason asks, looking both angry and hurt.

“Does she not trust us?” Dick asks, frowning. Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose, trying hard not to yell. He wasn’t mad at his sons. They hadn’t done anything. His youngest daughter, on the other hand.

“I’m sure she does. But I’m also sure that this is her idiotic way of keepin all of us safe. Even if it’s a danger to her.” Bruce says, glancing at the giant computer screen where the battle was playing out live. The boys had muted it, and Bruce was glad. Glad that he didn’t have to listen to the reporter constantly mentioning that this was dangerous and that Ladybug was alone. She didn’t have to be alone. But she was, and he had no way to help her.

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Damian Wayne is not one to give up. He had been trained by the best of the best his entire life, and he refused to back down from a fight. Especially one where his sister was so obviously unqualified. His thoughts rush through his head as he attempts to find a different path, a different way to go and assist his sister. He nods slightly as it comes to him. This could work.

“I will be upstairs, if you need me.” He informs his family, ignoring the questioning. They would only slow him down. He remains in his uniform though, no need to cause panic while he goes through with his plan. Once he is out of the cave, he calls out: “Jon? I require your assistance.” He walks outside the manor and stands just outside the front door, waiting for his acquaintance- friend- to arrive.

“What’s up?” Jon asks, hovering slightly above the ground.

“We are needed in Paris and the Zeta tubes are down. Care to join me?” Damian asks, and Jon grins.

“Let’s go!” He says excitedly, grabbing Damian and flying away from Gotham. Damian briefly wonders if he should have told his Father his plan. After all, he had his own friend- acquaintance- with the ability to fly. Hmm. He doesn’t bother thinking on the subject long as the Eiffel tower comes into view. He scans the ground quickly, looking for the tell-tale red and black of his sister’s uniform.

“Have you spotted Ladybug?” He asks Jon. He had shown Jon videos of previous battles, in case he ever needed assistance to find Ladybug rather than Ladybird.

“Found her! Wanna drop in?” Jon asks. Damian nods and Jon flies over, the two landing right behind Ladybug. She whirls around, a shocked look on her face.

“Really, Robin?” She snaps. Finally able to look at her up close, instead of through a screen, he is able to see the exhaustion on her face. And how worn down she looks.

“You blocked the others from assisting. I had no such trouble. Now, let's finish this.” He says, pulling out his katana and shifting his position. She could be angry at him later, right now they had a job to do.

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“-and reckless, and totally irresponsible and-” Damian cuts off her ranting.

“Are we still discussing my actions, or yours?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow. Marinette glares at her little brother, dropping down to sit on her bed, slouching her shoulders. She was tired.

“There’s a reason I blocked the Zeta tubes from going to Paris during attacks, Damian.” She sighs, running a hand over her face. She cared about her brothers and her father and Cass. She really did. But while she loved them, Paris was her fight. She needed to get through the battles alone. Or with Adrien.

“No matter the reason, it was still reckless. And Father-” Damian starts, but is cut off.

“Is very angry.” Her dad says, and Marinette winces. She turns towards her door, smiling awkwardly at her dad.

“Hey, Dad, uh, fancy seeing you here.” She says, laughing awkwardly.

“How long has Adrien been away?” He asks.

“Only a week.”

“And you have been patrolling both Gotham and Paris during that time, correct?” He asks, and she sighs.

“Yes.”

“I see. How much have you slept this week?” He asks. She opens her mouth to respond when Tikki zips out.

“Twelve hours. Total.” She rats her out, and Marinette huffs at the Kwami. Traitor, she thinks, but doesn’t say it.

“You also messed with the Zeta tubes.” He says and she purses her lips.

“Paris is my fight, Dad.” Marinette says, standing by her decision.

“You made it nearly impossible for any of us to help you. What would have happened if this had been another akuma that killed you? Marinette, no one would have been there to take the earrings. No one to cast the cure. You would have stayed dead, Marinette. And we would have been stuck here watching it happen, unable to protect you.” Her dad lectures her, and she can tell by the tension in his shoulders that he’s mad. Really mad. More than the Batmobile incident or the sneaking off to the Watchtower. Really, really mad.

“But-” She starts, almost glad when he cuts her off as she didn’t really have a good comeback for him.

“You are grounded. You have to take one of us with you to Paris when there’s an attack until Adrien returns. And you’re benched on patrol here. If you insist on patrolling in Paris while Adrien is away, you will also take one of us with you. Do I make myself clear?” He asks, and she wants to argue. She’s a hero, she knows the risks. She knows that she could handle that akuma alone and if she couldn’t, she would have brought in a temporary hero. She would’ve been fine. But then she looks at the tension in his shoulders and remembers the time that her whole family watched her die. On tv. Remembers that her dad has had to go through the death of a child too many times, even if they’d all come back (and formed the aptly named chaos trio), he’d still had to watch them die. So she decides she’ll accept the punishment, will go along with the new guidelines. If only to give her dad a little peace of mind.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Happy Fucking New Year!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 5071

Summary: You and Bucky spend New Year’s Eve together in Paris!

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (F receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal play, cum eating), explicit descriptions of violence, minor character death, SMUT, 18+ only!!!

A/N: Well, my grandma ass passed out while literally writing this fic last night at like 10PM so sorry it’s late! But it’s still New Year’s Day so whatever. It’s kinda fun, I definitely enjoy having Bucky and Sam be complete idiots while our poor reader is the only one with common sense, so you may be seeing a lot of those two fucking things up in this series. Join my taglist here if you’re inclined and a Happy New Year to all you lovely hoes!

“Damn, Barnes. Look at your ass in that tux.”

He choked on his champagne when you snuck up behind him, grabbing one ass cheek and giving it a squeeze before he had a chance to turn around.

He didn’t know how you always managed to catch him off guard. He was used to being able to pick up on any threat immediately, but you were always able to slip under his defenses.

The expression that came over his face when he finally saw you was priceless. You loved surprising him with shockingly revealing outfits, offending those sweet old man sensibilities he pretended to have in public. But you knew exactly what he was thinking as his eyes drank you in.

The gown you had picked was a deep blue velvet that hugged your curves. While the skirt was tight against your legs, it still could’ve possibly been considered modest. The top though…. The v of the neck wasn’t as deep as your usual style, but the back dipped so low he wondered how you could possibly be wearing panties. All he could think of was snapping those thin straps with his vibranium hand and watching the fabric slide over your soft skin before it pooled around your ankles.

He couldn’t believe the two of you were spending New Year’s Eve in Paris. You’d barely had a chance to speak to each other after your tryst in Stockholm, and now you were together in the city of lights on one of the most romantic nights of the year.

“Hey, Barnes, you still in there?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He grinned at you as he watched you take a sip of champagne. “Just wondering where you’re hiding your knives in that dress?”

“Mmm, if this night goes according to plan, maybe I’ll let you look for them later.” You teased him, giving him a wink as you walked your fingers across his chest.

“Alright, that’s enough. You two promised to cool it with the kinky shit over comms.”

The two of you turned to shrug apologetically at Sam, who was glaring murderously at you from across the foyer.

“Sorry Sammy.” You whispered, tittering to yourself.

“Yeah, sorry Sammy.” Bucky gave him a stupid grin as the three of you started slowly moving to one the hallways leading to the main building.

“You don’t get to call me that, Barnes. You keep getting me into these fucking stupid situations, and your poor girlfriend always has to get us out. We were almost home, man, and you just had to follow that shady fucker at the airport.”

“No, he was following me. And anyways, I was right about him. I told you HYDRA had various goon squads lurking around.”

“You guessed.”

“I guessed right.”

“So, you admit it, you guessed!”

“Hey, boys!” You furrowed your brow as you turned to glare at the two of them, a little annoyed at the bickering. “Isn’t there supposed to be a door here?”

They finally shut up and followed your line of sight to where all the intelligence indicated the access door to the arsenal should be located.

Bucky let out a deep sigh and clenched his jaw, his eyes moving up the wall until they found the tiny hatch in the corner, fifteen feet off the floor. He turned his head to Sam and growled.

“You were in charge of reconnaissance. Do you not know the difference between a door and a hatch? Do your little robot minions not know how to take measurements?”

“Hey, don’t blame the robots man! This was based on human intelligence, which I’m pretty sure is your responsibility.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

You ground your teeth together as you listened to the two of them, not sure how you were able to put up with this shit. You took in your surroundings, trying to figure out a way through this situation.

“Well one of us has to get up there.” You murmured to yourself.

“I nominate robot boy.”

“Ok, ya know what, they’re not robots. I might’ve been able to let it go but, heh, I can’t. They’re drones. And if you think me buzzing one of those through the party out there is inconspicuous…”

“Oh, not one of your robots, you. What if I throw you at the hatch?”

One glance at him let you know he was seriously considering throwing your friend at the hatch. You rolled your eyes as you slipped out of your pumps.

“Ok, now you’re trying to piss me off, I just told you they were drones. And you are not throwing me at that tiny door. It’s not even open.”

“Well, if I throw you hard enough, that won’t matter.”

“It’s a solid steel door, dumbass. And I’m pretty sure it opens outward. I vote we come back later with some tools.”

“We’re on a timetable. I say we settle this with some old-fashioned rock, paper, scissors.”

“Um, no, you cheat.”

“How can you cheat at rock, paper, scissors?”

You did your best to tune them out as you stretched, sighing as you gathered your dress up over your thighs and grumbling to yourself about ruining another outfit.

“I don’t know, but you do. Ok, if you use your normal hand, maybe that’ll work.”

“Whatever, I’ll still win.”

You walked back down the hall, then turned and sprinted past the two of them, vaulting off one leg when you reached the corner and using your momentum to spring yourself off the wall until you were able to brace yourself in the tiny alcove next to the hatch.

“Could one of you toss me the laser driver from my clutch?” You called down to them, now that they had finally stopped their incessant arguing.

Sam grinned up at you as he picked your clutch off the ground, tossing the driver to you when he found it.

“Man, every time.” He shook his head at Bucky as you started working on dismantling the door. “I don’t know how your dumbass has survived this long without us, Barnes. You can’t just punch your way through everything.”

“I’m sorry, ‘us’? Seems like she’s doing all the work while you’re just bossy.”

“Can you two just give it a rest? I’m in.” You pulled the hatch open and slid through it, hanging over the edge by your fingertips for just a second before softly dropping on the balls of your feet on the other side. “Fuck, that’s a lot of bombs.”

“What kinds of bombs?” Sam asked over the comms, all business now.

“Well, I’m not an expert, but this sure looks like tesseract related tech to me.”

“Shit.” Bucky hissed. “Any way to disarm?”

“Well, probably, sweetie, but there’s at least 100 of these fuckers, and I don’t really feel like spending all of New Year’s Eve playing ‘which wire?’”

“Alright, just give us a second.”

You heard a yelp from outside and all of a sudden Sam’s torso came flying through the open hatch, his hips catching on the edge.

“Did he just throw you?” You asked, not bothering to hide the grin that spread over you face as Sam looked for something to swing down with. You dragged over an empty shelf and he pulled himself through, climbing down gingerly to come stand beside you.

“Your boyfriend is a fucking menace.” He grumbled, brushing some debris off his shoulders. He whistled through his teeth when he got a good look at the stockpile you had uncovered. “Shit.”

“Fuck me.” Bucky murmured, suddenly behind the two of you, making Sam jump.

“Goddamn it Barnes, why you gotta always be so stealthy?”

“Maybe you just need to pay better attention, what if I’d been a goon?”

“You are a goon.”

“Oh my god, I cannot do another round of this. Sam, can you call this in please? Maybe Sharon will have some idea of what to do about the massive pile of shit we just stepped in.”

“Fine, Y/N. I’ll call the boss.”

You went to examine the bombs more closely. They all seemed to have remote triggers, but you didn’t want to take the chance that they were volatile, so you resisted the urge to pick one up.

“Yeah, this is definitely tesseract tech.” Bucky muttered, and your heart jumped into your throat when you turned to see him tossing one of the bombs into the air and catching it again in his vibranium hand.

“Motherfucker put that down you idiot! What if there had been a pressure sensor?”

Bucky stared at you for a second, then back at the bomb in his hand. “Right, whoops.” He placed it back on the pile gingerly and gave you a sheepish grin.

“I swear to god, the two of you are going to end up getting me killed.”

“Ok, boss said they have a remote drone about one minute out that should have the ability to disarm these. She just wanted us to open the skylight for it.”

“The what?” You hissed at him.

“Uh….”

“There’s a fucking skylight?” You looked up and scoffed, seeing a very large window right there in the ceiling.

“Nice, Wilson.” Bucky just shook his head at him.

“Fuck you, Barnes! You didn’t know about it either.”

“No more! One of you morons get up there and open it!” You were seething. “You’re lucky I like the two of you or I swear to god, I would stab the both of you right now.”

“Alright, rock, paper, scissors?”

“No!! Bucky, just fucking do it.” You screwed your eyes shut and pressed your fingers into the peaks of your eyebrows.

“You got it, beautiful. You’re so cute when you’re mad… shit.”

He had to scramble up one of the shelves as you tried to charge at him, but Sam was able to hold you back at the last second.

“Ok, let’s all just take some deep breaths. It’s all good. The drones on the way. We didn’t have to fight anyone. And there’s still 25 minutes until midnight, so we’ll all get to toast the new year.”

Right as he uttered that last word, a large door on the opposite end of the room opened, and three goons carrying large guns entered.

“Goddamn it, Wilson, you jinxed us. And look, another fucking door!”

“Yeah, they do seem to be popping up everywhere.” He muttered under his breath. “Hey, fellas, we were just…. god, y’know what, I’m too tired to come up with something. Should we just fight?”

You sneered at him before hefting one of the bombs and chucking at the head of one of the guards, hitting him right between the eyes and knocking him out.

“OOHH! What if that had gone off?” Sam yelled at you as you charged the two standing goons who were still standing, diving at the last second to roll one of them over your shoulder.

“Oh, so only you and grandpa are allowed to make stupid decisions, then?” You said, pulling out a knife from under your skirt and trying to stab the guard who was still standing. You were just a little too slow and he dodged you, making you hiss. “Do you mind giving me a hand?”

“Shit, right.” He found a metal pipe leaning against the corner and walked over to where the first guard was starting to come to his senses, bringing it around in an arc to crash against his chin, knocking him out again.

“Drone’s here! Aww man, you guys started a fight without me?” Bucky had climbed back down to find the two of you grappling with your respective opponents.

He walked over and punched the asshole that had Sam in a chokehold in the face with his vibranium fist, feeling a satisfying crunch as he went down. Bucky started to stride over to give you a hand as Sam tried to catch his breath when you suddenly drove your knife up under your opponent’s ribs, giving it a twist before you withdrew it.

“Y’know,” He murmured as he watched you bend over to clean off the blade on the dead man’s jacket. “I’m a little mad at you now. I was looking forward to looking for that later tonight.” He grinned at you, nodding at the knife in your hand as you drew up your skirt to return it to the sheath on your thigh.

“Don’t worry sweetie, there’s plenty hiding under here for you to discover.” You teased him as he pulled you to him, pressing a deep kiss to your lips and moaning against your mouth. He always got so worked up after watching you fight.

“Ugh, I’m still here, you freaks!”

“Shit, sorry Sam!” You flashed an apologetic grin at your friend as he glared at you. Bucky was pulling at the front of his pants and screwing his eyes closed as he tried to fight his obvious erection.

“There’s something wrong with you two.” He muttered under his breath as he started climbing the shelves to leave through the skylight.

The drone had done its job. All the indicator lights on the bombs were off, showing there were no longer armed. You gave a small sigh of satisfaction before looking up at the skylight.

“Gimme a boost, Buck.”

“Yep.” He hooked his hands under one of your heels and grinned to himself as he brought his arms up a little faster than you had intended, flinging you up to the roof in one swift motion and making you yelp.

“You’re such a dick!” You shouted down to him as he started to climb out after you, making him laugh. “What time is it Sam?”

“Hey, we’ve still got 10 minutes to midnight!” He said, giving you a grin.

“Ooh, think we can make it back?”

“Yeah, it’s just a couple rooftops over! Barnes, move your ass!”

Bucky was just climbing onto the roof as you and Sam started jogging towards the adjacent building and cursed under his breath as he clambered to follow you.

Sam let out a whoop as he leaped between the buildings, one of his drones catching him halfway and carrying him to the other side.

“Oh my god was that waiting out here the whole time?” You scolded him as he swooped back to lift you across the gap, depositing you softly on the next roof.

“Yeah, why are you surprised?”

You just gave him a laugh as Bucky flung himself over the space between the structures, rolling in his landing and scowling at the two of you when he regained his feet.

“No thanks, I don’t need any help.” He growled at Sam, voice dripping with sarcasm as he brushed some pebbles off the shoulder of his tux jacket.

“You’re fine.” Sam waved a dismissive hand as the three of you walked to the next edge, which led to your hotel.

You dropped down first to the ledge that was 10 feet below, landing on the balls of your feet and twisting just a bit to gain your balance before you started gliding towards the window to your room.

“You good, Y/N?” Sam called as they watched you crouch as much as you could when you reached the end of the ledge.

“She’s got it.” Bucky muttered as you uncurled your body like a whip, shooting across the gap between the two buildings, latching onto the buttress above your window as you stretched down, your toes reaching for the lower sill. You found your purchase and released one hand to draw the window open, then slipped inside easily. “See?” He gave Sam a grin as he moved to follow you.

It only took the two of them a minute to join you, and you met them with champagne and a pleased smile on your face.

“Hello boys, just in time for the countdown!”

You passed out the drinks and took one for yourself before the three of you headed out to the small balcony that was around the corner from the window you had entered through.

“And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!” The three of you shouted.

You heard the city erupt in cheers and fireworks started exploding over the Eiffel tower. Bucky set his champagne flute down and drew you into his arms, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours. You sighed as you opened up to him, welcoming the crisp taste of champagne on his tongue as he curled it against yours.

“Ooookay, that is my cue to leave.” Sam said, downing the rest of his drink and avoiding making eye contact with either of you as he made his exit.

“Mmm, Happy New Year, Sammy!” You called after him. Bucky just waved a hand at him as his mouth moved down to your neck, his lips trailing over your throat as his other hand pressed against the small of your back.

“Just, remember to take out your comms, I’m begging you.” Sam said before shutting the door behind him.

“Fuck, right.” You plucked yours out of your ear and set it next to your glass as Bucky drew you back into the room, sucking on the curve of your shoulder softly. He released you for just a second to remove his own comm and closed the door to the balcony before turning back to you.

“Oh, that fucking dress.” He growled as he took you in, his eyes dark with desire. “You know, I’ve been wanting to peel you out of that thing all night, you damn cock tease.”

You stepped into him and pressed your hand against the bulge in his pants as you nipped at his bottom lip. “Mmm, your always so good to me when I tease you though, baby. I can’t help it.” You moved your hands up to start undoing his tie. “Besides, I don’t know how you can blame me for teasing you when you’re walking around in this tux. I’ve been wet all night.” You whipped the tie off and started working on the buttons of his shirt as you took his earlobe between your lips and sucked on it.

His hands moved to your ass and squeezed as he ground his hips against you, making you gasp. “Don’t tell me that unless you want me to do something about it. Fuck, are you even wearing anything under here?”

You slid his jacket off his shoulders and followed it with his shirt, running your fingers over his bare torso before starting to undo his belt. “Why don’t you get it off me and find out?” You purred, gazing up at him through your lashes as you drew the belt through the loops and moved to unbutton his fly.

He leered at you and brought his hands up to your shoulders, running the thin straps of your gown through his fingers before snapping them easily. He sighed as he watched the material slither over your curves and pool at your feet. “I fucking knew it.”

You were completely bare under his gaze, aside from the two knife belts you had around your thighs, each of which contained 2 blades.

“Damn it, Barnes.” You scolded him.

“What?”

“Could we have one night where you don’t end up ruining at least one expensive item of clothing?” You sighed, bending over to pick up the dress and shooting him a soft look of reproval.

“Shit, baby. I’m sorry. I get too excited.” He did feel a little bad, but every time you wore something like that, all he could think of was ripping it off you.

“Well, now you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You teased, tossing the dress aside and drawing him closer.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmured as his fingers moved to start undoing the belts around your thighs. He brushed his lips against the small hollow beneath your ear as he worked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin there as his fingers brushed over your legs, making your pussy clench around nothing. “You want me to show you how sorry I am with my tongue?” He set aside the two belts and moved a hand to cup your sex, groaning at how warm and wet he found you.

“God, just fucking do it.” You hissed as he teased a finger between your folds, barely brushing against your heat before withdrawing again.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He picked you up and carried you a few feet to lay you on the dining room table, kicking the chairs out of the way with a clatter.

He gave you a searing kiss, taking your breath with him when he withdrew to kneel between your thighs. His stubble tickled at your skin as he moved his lips and tongue up your inner thigh at an agonizing pace, moving to the other thigh when he had almost reached your cunt and making you whine.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your dress, pretty girl.” He finally dragged his tongue over your slit and you let out a low moan, your fingers burying themselves in his hair as he repeated the motion. “Wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but this pussy does things to me.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue against you and drew it over your entrance heavily, slurping up all the evidence of your arousal with an obscene sound before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. The whimper you let out made his cock twitch as your thighs clenched around his shoulders, drawing him into you even further.

“God, Bucky, right there.” You murmured as he increased the pressure on your bundle of nerves and inserted two fingers into your cunt, moaning at the feeling of your satiny walls clenching around him. He curled them just a bit and you wailed, arching your back into him as you started whispering “please” over and over like a prayer.

He grinned against you as he shook his head slightly, pressing himself even further into your heat and lapping up the juices that leaked from you as he fucked you with his fingers.

He added a third finger and crooked his wrist just slightly and that was it. Every muscle in your body went rigid as you came against his face, soaking him in your release as you clamped down on his fingers and sobbed with pleasure. You released him slightly, only to spasm again from the aftershocks as your muscles quivered around him. He finally managed to draw himself away and stood between your legs, grinning down as he watched you come down from your orgasm, shivering occasionally as a random jolt of pleasure shot through you.

“You think you can forgive me?” He asked wickedly as he finished undoing his slacks and slid them over his hips, followed by his boxer briefs. He drew his hand over his length as he waited for you to answer, nudging the tip of his cock against your folds and making you yelp.

“Fuck, yes. God Bucky.” You sat up and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his face to yours violently. You ground your hips against him, groaning as you felt his shaft slide through your slick easily. He started to lift you to bring you to the bedroom and you shook your head a bit before releasing him. “No, I need it now.”

He grinned at you as he teased his head against your clit, making you whine. “You want me to fuck you right here on the table?”

“God, yes please. Gimme that cock. I need you inside me.” It was driving you crazy. You brought a hand between the two of you and wrapped it around him, making him hiss as you lined him up. “I want you to split me open then fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

He let out a low growl from deep in his chest. He loved when you talked like this. He pushed into slowly with a groan until he was sheathed to the hilt, relishing in the feel of you clenching around him. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. So tight and warm. What else you want me to do to you?” He started moving his hips slowly, grinding them against you each time he was bottomed out.

“Shit,” You were panting with need as he moved inside you, his cock dragging against your g-spot over and over and making it hard to think. “I want your mouth on my tits. God, just like that.” He was following your instructions beautifully, dragging his tongue over the inner slope of your breast as his hips kept up their slow pace. “Fuck, baby, suck on my nipples now.”

He did as you asked, swirling his tongue over the sensitive buds as his lips closed around them, sucking softly and making you whine. He’d always been good at following orders.

“Mmm, move faster.” You commanded, wrapping your fingers in his hair as he continued lavishing attention on your breasts.

He obliged easily, picking up the pace until he was slamming into you, knocking the breath out of you. You met each of his thrusts with your own, mewling as you felt a coil starting to knot in your abdomen.

“God, I’m gonna cum.” You whined.

One more drive of his hips and the coil broke, making you scream. Your fingernails dug into his scalp as you went stiff for just a beat before everything released. He smiled into your neck as you vibrated against him, panting heavily as you came down.

He kept fucking into you like a man possessed. He brought his mouth back up to yours and kissed you softly as he felt you relax a bit. “Did I do good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, you did great.” You laughed into his mouth as he kept moving.

“You’re in charge, pretty girl. What do you want now?”

“God, work my clit. Fuck, just like that.” You were having trouble focusing as he did what you asked. “I need your mouth on my neck. Hngh, Bucky! That’s so good.”

“What else, beautiful?” he grinned against your throat, loving how easily you were coming apart around him. He picked up the pace with his hips a little more and felt you flutter around him.

“Shit, stick your thumb up my ass.”

He was not prepared for that and his hips faltered for a bit. He whipped his head up to stare at you as he regained his composure.

“What?”

“Ahh, fuck.” You were just a little embarrassed. You usually liked to ramp up to this type of thing, and especially with Bucky, you had wanted go really slow with this particular kink. You didn’t know how much of a thing anal play had been in the 40s. “Um, you can forget I said that.”

To your surprise, he broke out into an absolutely sinful grin and gave you a savage kiss as he laid you back on the table, stilling his hips but keeping himself sheathed in you as he drew your knees up to your shoulders.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ass, baby.” He said as he started moving his hips again, dragging his thumb through the slick that was leaking out around his cock and moving it down until it was pressing against your pretty hole, making you gasp.

“Bucky, don’t tease me.”

“Thinking about this tight little hole wrapped around my cock, I was worried you’d never let me in.” You moaned as he pressed himself through the tight ring of muscle and your eyes rolled up into your skull as you arched yourself into him. “But here you are, giving me a fucking invitation.”

He gave a groan when both your holes clenched around him, and he felt his cock moving in your cunt with his thumb through the thin lining between your passages. He drew himself out halfway and slammed back into violently, the tip of him barely kissing your cervix and making you whine.

His fingers on your clit pressed down hard and you flew apart around him, your orgasm ripping through you with abandon. The scream you let out was otherworldly as you creamed all over his cock.

The sight of you writhing beneath him sent him over his own edge and he shouted your name as his cum spurted inside of you, coating your walls and his dick as he collapsed on top of you.

You were still trembling as aftershocks rippled through your body. He kissed your neck and pulled out of you gently. You barely noticed, you were so fucked out.

“Shit sweetheart.” He muttered as he drew himself up. “This body treats me so fucking good. Damn, look at that.” He drew your knees apart and stared appreciatively at you pussy, still clenching as you came down. His cum was slowly leaking out of you and dribbling over your puckered hole. “Let’s clean you up.”

You had expected him to go get a towel, but he knelt down and dragged his tongue over first your asshole, then your slit, making you sob as he lapped up the mixture of your releases. When he drew his tongue over your clit, you came again immediately, it was so overstimulated.

“Fuck, you ok, Y/N?” He hadn’t expected you to be that sensitive and was worried he might have overdone it. He brought himself back up to look you in the eyes, cupping one cheek in the palm of his hand as he studied your face with concern.

“God, Bucky, I’m fucking great.” You gave him a sloppy grin as you stared up at him, turning your head to press a kiss into the palm of his hand. “I don’t think I can walk though.” Your legs were jelly.

He just laughed and scooped you into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom and laying on the bed. He covered you with the sheets and pressed a soft kiss to your temple before heading into the bathroom to clean himself up. He was only gone for a minute before he was sliding behind you and wrapping you in his arms.

“Happy New Year, beautiful.” He whispered into your hair as you drifted off to sleep, drowsy now that you were surrounded with his warmth.

“Happy fucking New Year, Bucky.” You murmured before you dozed off, blissfully satisfied.

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anotherspnfanfic · 3 years

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Overloaded

Pairing: Dr Dean x nurse reader

Word count: 1584

Warnings: minor injury

Squares filled: Hospital AU for @spndeanbingo and Doctor AU for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Bingo

Summary: Working too many hours and being short handed leads to a breaking point.

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Gabe pushed the wheelchair off the elevator into the ED. She bit her lip to muffle her whimper as the small bump jostled her foot. “Sorry,” Gabe murmured as he wheeled her towards the nurses station. “Hey, Charlie, you got an open room? She needs an x-ray.”

Charlie turned to see who Gabe was referring to. “Oh, what happened?” she asked, seeing the pain on her friend’s face.

Before either of them could explain, Dean came out of an exam room and spotted her. “My nurses are not supposed to be in wheelchairs. Especially not my favorite one,” he said as he walked over and squatted down to her level. He noticed her puffy eyes as he carefully pulled up the pant leg on her elevated foot. He echoed Charlie’s question, “What happened, sweetheart?”

She rubbed a hand across her forehead as she glanced at the floor. “I missed a step, or maybe two. I landed wrong on my ankle. I'm pretty sure it’s broken. It hurts a lot.”

Dean raised an eyebrow as he stood and moved to take over Gabe’s position. “Okay, let's get you checked out.”

“Exam 4 is open,” Charlie said.

Dean turned to Gabe as he pushed her toward the room. “Can you go grab the portable x-ray and 25 mcg fentanyl, please?”

Once they were in the exam room, Dean offered his hand to help her stand on her good leg. He leaned over and lifted her carefully and then set her on the bed. She tried not to whine as the movement sent pain shooting up her leg. “Damn it. This sucks,” she said.

He situated the bed so she was laid nearly flat and got her foot elevated on a couple pillows. “1-10—how’s the pain?” Dean asked, as he tossed a blanket over her.

“Uhh, about a 6.”

Dean nodded. “Gabe should be back with the pain meds in a minute. So, you missed a step?” he asked as he started to check her vitals.

“Yeah, I was playing with my phone and I missed it,” she explained. He gave her a skeptical look.

Before he could say anything more, Gabe appeared and handed Dean a syringe. “I figured you’d want that first. I’ll be right back with the x-ray.”

Dean finished recording her temp and BP, then pushed the sleeve of her scrubs up her shoulder and cleaned a spot with an alcohol wipe. “Little pinch,” he warned. “Babe, you can maneuver all the stairs in this building backwards, hands full, and with your eyes closed. You sure you just missed it?” he asked.

She broke eye contact as she contemplated her answer carefully, knowing he could tell when she was lying. “No,” she mumbled. “I might have been a little dizzy, too.”

He reached his index finger under her chin to force her eyes to meet his. “Any guesses why you were dizzy?”

She pulled away enough to drop her gaze back down to the bed and shrugged almost imperceptibly. “Low blood sugar, maybe? Probably,” she mumbled the last word. She fiddled with the corner of the blanket almost nervously, not wanting to see the disappointment and concern on his face.

He hummed. “So you didn’t miss a step. You fainted?”

She sighed in defeat. “Yeah.”

“Have you eaten anything since the granola bar I brought you,” he paused to check his watch, “five hours ago?”

She shook her head and pulled the barely-touched bar from her pocket. “I got busy and then I forgot it was there.”

“What about water? Have you been drinking?” he probed. She simply shook her head, still refusing to make eye contact. “So you’re probably dehydrated, too.”

She shrugged.

He sighed. “You really have got to take better care of yourself. I love how much you care for everyone around you, but you have to come first once in a while. Otherwise, you won’t be able to help anyone.”

“I just get so busy that I forget sometimes.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “We are going to work on that.”

Before she could add anything, Gabe pushed the x-ray into the room, and within a few minutes, they had all the images they needed of her ankle.

“Definitely very broken,” Dean stated. “Gabe, can you run a CBC and BMP and then start an IV of normal saline while I go page Sammy, please?”

“You got it, boss.”

“Wait!” she yelled before he could disappear out the door. “Why are you paging Sam?”

He turned back to face her. “Did you hit your head, too? You broke your ankle; we need an ortho consult. That would be Sam.”

She let out a frustrated groan as Dean left.

Gabe patted her shoulder before wrapping the tourniquet around her arm. “Maybe try not falling down the stairs next time.”

She rolled her eyes and looked away from what he was doing. “Oh, my god. Why didn’t I think of that?!”

He finished the blood draw and got the IV set up. Next, he carefully fluffed the pillows under her foot to ensure it was elevated enough. “You are all set. Do you need anything else right now?”

“Not unless you have a time machine.”

“A day do-over? Let’s see.” Gabe snapped his fingers and then spun around. “Damn. It was worth a shot.”

She tried to contain her smile as she rolled her eyes at him. “Thanks for trying, I guess.”

Ten minutes later, she was dozing off when Dean returned with Sam close behind. Dean ran a comforting hand over her head to ensure she was awake.

Sam took a few minutes to read over the x-rays. He turned away from the light board and walked over to the foot of the bed. “Unstable bimalleolar fracture,” he stated as he inspected her ankle. “You just bought yourself surgery and a vacation.”

“No way,” she blurted. “I can’t. We’re already short staffed.”

Sam shrugged. “It’s not exactly optional. Good news, though: the swelling isn’t too bad yet, I happen to be free in 45 minutes, and you haven’t eaten anything in hours. So we can do this today.”

Charlie joined them to give Dean her lab results. He turned to address her. “Just like I thought: mild dehydration and your blood sugar is at 58.” Dean flipped through the info again before handing it over to Sam. “Okay. So I’ll add glucose to her IV and get her up to pre-op.”

“Perfect. Make sure you keep her foot elevated.”

Dean rolled his eyes dramatically. “Do you think this is my first day?”

Sam shrugged. “Just making sure, Jerk.”

“Bitch,” Dean grumbled quietly.

Sam turned his attention back to her. “I’ll see you soon, Shortie. I’ll getcha all fixed up. Sound like a plan?”

She gave him a lazy thumbs up. “Thanks, Gigantor.”

“Can you send Gabe back in here on your way past?” Dean requested. Sam simply nodded as he turned to leave.

Dean returned his focus to her. “How’s the pain now?”

She scrunched up her nose as she considered her answer. “Um, about one and a half.” She laughed at herself.

“That’s good. I see you’re loopy, too.”

She scowled at him. “You’re loopy.”

He just shook his head. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Gabe returned and Dean gave him the med order and asked him to take her up to the OR.

“You’re not coming up?” She pouted.

He shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll be there when you wake up, though, I promise.” He took her hand and placed a quick kiss to her knuckles.

As if on cue, Charlie leaned into the room. “Dean, trauma incoming. MVA car vs pedestrian. Ambo is two minutes out.”

“Okay, I'll be there in a second.” He gave her hand one more squeeze before he turned to leave. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Roughly three hours later, Sam found Dean in the lounge pouring a cup of coffee. He nodded and offered over the now-full cup.

“Thank you.” Sam took a sip of the dark liquid. “We got her all set up in recovery. She should be awake soon.”

“Okay. I’ll head up there in a minute.” Dean took a sip of his own coffee. “Everything went smoothly?”

“I’d have paged you if it hadn’t.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

Sam nodded. “Yes, it went perfectly. It’ll heal up just fine.”

“Thanks, Sammy.”

Wandering into her room, he couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful she looked. He placed his hand softly against her cheek, sweeping his thumb slowly over the skin. She nuzzled into the touch as she lazily opened her eyes. “Hi, sweetheart.”

She gave him a goofy smile. “I like when you call me that.”

“I know you do.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Sleepy.” She yawned. “And I’m starving. Can you bring me some fries?”

He chuckled. “Well, I’m glad your appetite is back. You get a little more sleep and I’ll bring you fries.”

“And pizza,” she added. Before he could agree, she gasped. “Ice cream!”

“Tell you what: I will get you fries from the cafeteria for you to munch on on the way home and then we can order pizza.”

She pouted as her eyelids started to droop. “What about ice cream?”

His eyebrows scrunched together as he asked, “When do we ever not have ice cream at home?”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” She smiled as she finally let herself drift off once more.

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tampon-on-the-sidewalk · 2 years

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So, You’re the Commentator for your Eurovision Grand Final Party?

Have we got a treat for you! Facts about all 25 countries in one convenient post.

Now, I did say I would have different facts from my semi final posts, but on top of legit falling asleep as I type this, I know some people still only watch the Grand Final and may have missed the previous facts. SO, anything in bold at the end of each country are the new facts!

1. Czech Republic- We Are Domi-Lights Off- Formed in 2016, they met at the Leeds College of Music in the UK. Dominika Hasova, the singer, is Czech-American(born in NY) while the other two, Casper Hatlestad and Benjamin Rekstad, are Norwegian. The latter two are music teachers. The song is about a breakup, and is their 6th single. They were also featured on a song by Lake Malawi, who represented the Czech Republic in 2019. 2. Romania- WRS- Llamame 29 years old, started as a back-up dancer and part of the Pro TV Ballet before making his solo debut in 2020. He was nominated for 2 awards. He was part of a boyband in 2015. He learned spanish growing up through Telenovelas, which inspired the Spanish in his song. He considers his body his instrument, as a dancer. 3. Portugal- Maro- Saudade, Saudade- 27 years old, she intended on becoming a vet before deciding to pursue music. She also went to the Berklee College of Music. She currently resides in LA, and made her recording debut in 2018. Saudade is a uniquely portuguese word, meaning something along the lines of a wistful nostalgia. Wanting to see someone who you can no longer see, do things you can no longer do, etc etc

4. Finland- The Rasmus- Jezebel The band formed in 1994 and has achieved global fame with their song In The Shadows, a career spanning 9 albums. This is the first song with guitarist Emppu Suhonen after founding member Pauli Rantasalmi left. Desmond Child, known for writing many Bon Jovi songs(among others) and most recently Kings and Queens by Ava Max, co-wrote the song. The song was written before Emppu joined the band, and has hit both the Finland and Czech Republic music charts at 4th and 8th position, respectively

5. Switzerland- Marius Bear- Boys Do Cry- 29 years old, was a construction mechanic until being drafted into the army. A colleague told him he should pursue music, and he became a professional busker when he returned from the army. Recording debut in 2014. Won a Swiss music award for ‘Best Talent.

6. France- Alvan and Ahez- Fulenn- Thanks to this song being in the Celtic language of Breton, this is the first year in Eurovision history where not a single song is in French. However, it isn’t the first time France has sang in Breton (first time in 1996). Alvan and Ahez met by chance at a bar, which led to this collaboration.

7. Norway- Subwoolfer- Give that Wolf a Banana- Keith, Jim and DJ Astronaut. Two wolves from the moon who are known as ‘the best artists in the galaxy’. The song has more than 7 million hits on Spotify. While no one knows who Keith and Jim are, there is photo evidence that suggests that TIX of last year is DJ Astronaut.

8. Armenia- Rosa Lynn- Snap- 21 years old, a recording artist as of 2021 but made her TV debut in 2013 for Junior Eurovision’s National final. She has been playing Piano since the age of 6.

9. Italy- Mahmood and Blanco- Brividi- Translating to ‘Shivers’, this song sang by the Italian representative of 2019(Mahmood, with Soldi) and a rather successful new artist(Blanco). They are 29 and 19 years old, respectively. Blanco alone has won 3 awards in 2021 with nearly all of his discography being multi-platinum hits. 10. Spain- Chanel- Slo Mo - 30 years old, she is an actress in both musical theater and television since 2011. This song is her official recording debut. She is the first of the night to not have any involvement in the song-writing process.

11. Netherlands- S10- De Diepte- 21 years old, she began her career in 2016. Her debut album won an Edison Award(Dutch equivalent to a Grammy). It is the first song in the Dutch language since 2010. In Dutch, her name would be pronounced ‘Esteen’

12. Ukraine- Kalush Orchestra- Stefania Named after the founding member’s hometown, Kalush Orchestra a rap group that adds folk elements to their music. They were the runner-up of the national final, chosen after the winner withdrew.

13. Germany- Malik Harris- Rockstars 24 years old, he made his recording debut in 2018. He has been doing covers of songs on his guitar since age 13.

14. Lithuania- Monika Lui- Sentimentai- 34 years old, won a competition at age 16. She studied Jazz and also attended Berklee College of Music. She’s been a recording artist since 2013.

15. Azerbaijan- Nadir Rustamli- Fade to Black- 22 years old, he started his musical career in 2017. He won The Voice in his country in 2021, then was internally selected to compete in Eurovision. No involvement in the songwriting process.

16. Belgium- Jeremie Makiese- Miss You. 21 Years old, he joined his church choir at a young age. In 2021 he won The Voice Belgium, and was internally selected. Influences include Michael Jackson, James Brown and Aretha Franklin, as well as Stromae. He is a proffessional footballer. 17. Greece- Amanda Georgiadi Tenfjord-Die Together 25 years old, currently resides in Norway. Studied medicine before putting her studies on hold to pursue music. Recording Artist since 2014. 18. Iceland- Systur- Með hækkandi sól- Formed in 2011, a group of three sisters. Their father is a composer and keyboardist. Trans Rights activists! Title translates to ‘With the Rising Sun.’ 19. Moldova- Zdob si Zdub- "Trenulețul" These Eurovision legends barely need an introduction as they repped Moldova in 2005 and 2011, landing 6th place and 12th place respectively. Formed in 1994. 20. Sweden- Cornelia Jakobs- Hold Me Closer- 30 years old, daughter of The Poodles’ lead singer. Entered Melfest 2021 as a songwriter. Made recording debut in 2018, but her tv debut in 2008 on Swedish Idol. 21. Australia- Sheldon Riley- Not the Same- 23 years old, competed in X-Factor Australia, The Voice Australia twice, and America’s Got Talent before winning Australia’s National Final. He made his recording debut in 2018. Eurovision has been his dream ever since seeing Conchita win in 2014. His dress on stage consists of 90 thousand pearls and crystals, and weighs 40 kilos(88lbs). It was made by a team of 27 people and the design sketched by Sheldon himself 5 years ago. 22. United Kingdom- Sam Ryder- Space Man- 32 years old, he has been in the music industry since 2009, first as part of the band The Morning After followed by as a touring guitarist/backing vocalist for Blessed by a Broken Heart. He became their lead vocalist in 2012, but truly rose to fame in 2020 from doing covers on Tiktok during the Pandemic.

23. Poland- Ochman- River- 22 years old, he was born in Massachusetts to a Polish family. Was Prince Charmind in his school’s performance of Cinderella. Went to Poland for Music University. Won The Voice Poland in 2020 on Michal Szpak(2016 representative)’s team.

24. Serbia- Konstrakta- In Corpore Sano- 43 years old, she has been performing since age 19. She was a frontwoman of a band until her solo debut in 2019. Her stage name is inspired from her major in Architecture. The song title, as well as some lyrics, are in Latin. 25. Estonia- STEFAN- Hope- 24 years old, he participated in the national final 4 times in total since 2018. He won The Masked Singer Estonia.

#I'm sorry there's not as many new facts I'm legit falling asleep as I type this #eurovision #esc #Feel free to reblog with extra facts #eurovision 2022 #esc 2022 #eurovision2022 #esc2022

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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Traditions - Charlie Gillespie & Owen Joyner x Reader

Request: none, just my submission for @cherrymaybank’s valentine’s day fic party :)

Word Count: 1054 words

Summary: your valentines day traditions get invaded by your two best friends but you’re not gonna complain about it

Warnings: underage drinking?

A/N: so this is my submission for the valentines day fic party, hopefully you guys like it, its just a little something i wrote last night while listening to today was a fairytale on repeat the relationship in this is technically platonic but can 100% be seen as more if you want it to be (and its implied that it is hehe ) ;) but yeah figured i’d just post this before i reread it too many times and decided i hate it enjoy!

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“Do you have plans tonight?” Charlie’s voice came from behind you, causing you to jump.

You spun around to find him and Owen, staring at you expectantly.

“No, why?” You questioned.

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” Owen said, giving you a look like it was obvious as to why they were asking.

“And?” You had never really been one to care for Valentine’s Day, hating the commercialism and how expensive candy got around that date.

“And we were wondering if you had plans. You know, some handsome mystery man to take you to dinner and buy you roses and kiss you when he drops you home.” Charlie pretended to swoon and Owen smacked him.

“Dude.” Owen groaned. You smiled slightly.

“Yeah, no. No handsome mystery man, no roses and definitely no kisses. Just me, a bottle of red wine and the movie Valentine’s Day.” You said. As much as you hated the day, you had a tradition to uphold.

Every year since it had been released you had watched Valentine’s Day, a tradition fueled purely by your love for Taylor Swift and your celebrity crush on Taylor Lautner. You knew the movie was cheesy but you couldn’t help but watch it every year. It was a tradition after all.

“Want company?” Owen asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What, you two don’t have hot dates with pretty girls?” You teased.

“That depends, are you gonna say yes to letting us join you?” Charlie flirted. You smacked his arm lightly and he grinned cheekily at you.

“Fine. But one of you is ordering me takeout. And bring more wine, I don’t want to share mine. Be there at 7.”

And with that you spun around and walked away, leaving the two boys to high five behind you.

Exactly 7pm on the dot there was a knock on the door of your apartment.

You opened the door to find Owen and Charlie, flowers and wine in their hands and large grins on their faces.

“Wow, did hell freeze over? You two are actually on time.” You teased.

“Couldn’t keep our date waiting.” Owen grinned, handing you the bouquet of roses in his hands and you smiled softly at the sweet gesture, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you.” You said. Owen blushed slightly, stepping past you so that you could greet Charlie, who was waiting, two bottles of red wine in his hands. When you looked at him he lifted the bottles.

“I brought alcohol.” Charlie grinned. You laughed.

“Perfect way to my heart.” You joked, placing a kiss on his cheek too.

“Come on, let’s get settled and order some food, I’m starving.”

You lead them into your living room, the movie already loaded up on the TV, three wine glasses waiting on the coffee table.

“Figure out what we’re having for dinner, I’m gonna put these in a vase.” You told them, taking one of the wine bottles from Charlie to place in the fridge. They nodded, settling down on either end of your small couch.

You left them to discuss, entering your kitchen and finding a vase, filling it with water for the roses.

“Y/N, do you eat Chinese food?” Owen called. You nodded, before realising they couldn’t see you.

“Yeah.” You replied.

“Great, what do you want?” Owen’s voice came again.

“Sweet and Sour Chicken, and Fried Rice.” You said, re-entering the room. Owen nodded, pressing a few things on his phone.

“Okay it’s ordered. 25 minutes it says.” He informed you.

“Awesome, should we start the movie?” You suggested. The boys nodded. You sat down between them, on the edge of the couch to pour the three glasses of wine, offering one to each of them.

Once you all had a glass of wine you pressed play on the movie, before settling back into the couch, smiling to yourself when both boys leaned into you. You loved how affectionate the boys were, and you just knew this was going to be a great night.

Twenty five minutes later there was a knock at your door. You paused the movie, Charlie going to pay for and collect the food while you grabbed some paper plates from the kitchen to save washing up later on.

“Fancy.” Owen laughed when you brought the plates back into the room. You grinned.

“Only the best for our fancy date.” You teased. Charlie re-entered the room, your food in hand, and in no time at all you were all tucking into the food, the movie continuing to play as you ate.

“We should probably go, we have to be on set early tomorrow.” Owen said as the credits played, Today Was A Fairytale filling the room. You nodded, understanding.

The three of you stood up and you walked them to the door, waiting as they pulled their shoes back on.

“Thank you for this.” You spoke. “This was way better than watching it alone.”

“And way less pathetic.” Charlie joked.

“True.” You agreed. Charlie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling away.

“Um, pretty sure that wasn’t in your plan.” You said. Charlie frowned.

“Remember earlier? A handsome mystery man taking me to dinner and buying me roses and kissing me when he drops me home?” You reminded him. “Owen brought me flowers, and you brought me dinner, so where’s my kiss?”

Both boys hesitated, not quite knowing what you expected from them. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I’ll do it myself then.” You said, stepping towards Charlie and placing a quick kiss on his lips, before repeating your actions with Owen, blaming the wine in your system for your boldness.

“Doesn’t count, the handsome mystery man was supposed to kiss you.” Charlie spoke up after a moment, clearly regaining his confidence. Owen was still staring at you, wide eyed. Charlie took a step closer, leaning in to kiss you again but you pushed him away with a laugh.

“Nice try Gillespie.” You said and he grinned.

“Was worth a shot. Come on Owen.” He grabbed onto the blond boy’s shoulder, Owen startling slightly at the contact. You giggled slightly, watching as Charlie dragged Owen down the hallway.

And as they rounded the corner you shut the door with a grin.

Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

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aliciaandandrea · 3 years

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Family Friend - Zayn Oneshot Part 2 (FULL)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Damn okay it has been 7 years since I posted the part 2 preview of this oneshot. I haven’t been active on tumblr for a couple of years so this might be weird for my new followers, and I don’t even know if people still read smut now a days. But I’ve gotten notifications about people liking the posts on this series plus I received messages about the full part 2 of this series over the years. So to those people who messaged me and/or for those people who wanted an update, this is for you (just a disclaimer: I was 18 when I wrote the preview and am now 25...so if this is cringy or you think I’ve lost my touch, I apologize LOL):

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It has been a week since the cottage and I haven’t heard from Zayn since. I should have saw it coming. We almost hooked up, but I’m glad we didn’t, especially with that attitude of his. I was going through my phone and I decided to text Shawn, who’s been my crush before Zayn entered back into the picture.

“Heyy Shawn…” I texted him. “Hey Y/N :) Whats up?” he texted back. “Bored as always, you?” I asked “Same, I feel like we haven’t hung out at all this summer :(” he wrote. “lol thats because we haven’t” I texted. “Well let me make it up to you. My friend and his gf are goin to the movies tonight and asked if I wanted to go…I don’t wanna be the third wheel…do you wanna join?”he texted me. Did this guy just ask me out? “I’d love to :), just text me the details.” I texted back. And he did just that. I put on my low cut grey graphic tank with a black bralette under it and my black maxi skirt, while putting my hair up in a half up-do and keeping my makeup natural.

Before I could touch up my doorbell rang. I opened the door thinking it was Shawn but then stormed inside Zayn with no explanation. “What do you want?” I said bitterly as I closed the door after he walked inside. “You can’t fucking call me back?” he said looking at me. “What the hell are you talking about Zayn” I said walking up to him. “What do you call this?” he said tossing me his phone. On the screen was his call log, He’s called me once every day, except..that wasn’t my number. It was a fake one I gave as a joke when he asked for it one day. “Zayn that's not my number,” I said giving back his phone. “What the fuck is your problem then? You know I have fucking feelings for you !” He said fed up. I didn't know what to say. He just told me he had feelings for me. “Zayn..I..” I said trying to hold his hand but he pulled it away and turned away from me. “Fine. You wanna behave like that go ahead. And don't fucking tell me that I’m playing you. You’ve been teasing me ever since you found out that I liked you and then you almost hookup with me leaving me with a hickey that was hard to explain at dinner with mine and your parents and then you don't even fucking talk or try to reach out to me in a week. Don’t you even go there.” I said angrily. At this point we were both pissed. We managed to both profess our feelings and hatred towards each other…all at the same time. We were going to either end up fucking on my couch or wrestle on it. “Did you not see the phone calls that I supposedly made out to you. And why the fuck have I been hearing from people that you’ve been sleeping around with other guys?” “What the fuck Zayn? You hear anything you want to believe don't you. This entire time I’ve been thinking of you, you idiot.” I said as he chuckled. He composed himself then stared at me, “Where the fuck are you going?” “To the movies..with Shawn.” I said looking down. “And this is what I’m talking about, you’re going out with a loser and trying to get laid with that outfit.” he said as his body tensed up, looking up and down at me. At that point I was pissed, but I was not going to let that jerk ruin my night. We both stared at each other angrily. My ringtone broke the silence, Shawn was calling me. “Hey Shawn,” I said out loud for Zayn to here as I glared at him. He shot me an irritated look. “Yeah I’ll be there soon, can’t wait to finally see you,” I flirted with Shawn making Zayn jealous. “Yeah its been a long time,” I said as I ‘accidentally’ put my phone on speaker so Zayn could hear. “Maybe you could stay over for breakfast,” Shawn joked but that's when Zayn snapped. He grabbed my phone, hung it up and threw it onto the couch. He looked at me with a lustful look as I furrowed my eyebrows at him, but was secretly loving the fact that he was jealous. Jealous Zayn was probably my favorite Zayn. “That’s it,” he growled at me as he threw me over his shoulder. “Zayn put me down!! What the fuck are you doing??” I said playing victim, even though I knew what he was going to do. “Something I should have done a long time ago.” Zayn said as he kicked the door shut and threw me onto my bed. “I don’t know what you think you’re about to do right now, but I’ve got a date to get to tonight” I said eyeing him as he climbed on top of me. “Yeah?”. Zayn asked as he bit my bottom lip causing me to let out a little whimper, “What was his name again?”, Zayn asked as he was kissing my jawline and biting the sensitive area. I blanked out for a good few seconds, wanting to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, but I couldn’t let him win this one. “Ohh yess Shawn..” I moaned to irritate Zayn while pulling his hair. He stared me down but before we could continue, the doorbell rang. “Fuck”, Zayn said as he got off me. Zayn got to the door before I could and of course there was Shawn looking confused as to why there was a man at my house with disheveled hair.

“Hey Y/N..” Shawn said to me, as Zayn stared daggers. “Can we help you?” Zayn asked, "We’re in the middle of something important, so it’d be great if you can, I don’t know, fuck off?” he continued with a smirk. “Sorry, Shawn, I’m ready we can go,” I said to him before turning back to get my bag. “I don’t know where you think you’re going,” Zayn said looking at me before turning back to Shawn. “You know what, maybe we can go out another time, I didn’t realize - ...” Shawn started to say before getting rudely interrupted by Zayn who said “Didn’t realize what? That she already had a boyfriend? Fuck off now will you.” Zayn shuts the door on Shawn, and blocks me from trying to open it.

“What the fuck are you doing Zayn?” I asked trying to move him to open the door. He gently grabs my wrists and looked into my eyes, “We need to finish what we started”, he says hungrily. I manage to free my wrists, push Zayn against the door, then proceed to walk away from him, “In your dreams“ I say flipping him off from behind me. Before I know it Zayn has picked me up bridal style and is taking me back to my bed. We’ve reached a point where we both want this to happen, as deep down we knew something had to be done with the intense sexual tension between us. I was torn between wanting to fuck like wild animals vs wanting to make slow and passionate love, to take our time and explore each other with the limited time frame we had. As if he read my mind, “Slow or rough?” Zayn asks as we arrive at the foot of the bed.

“Both”, I said as Zayn dropped me on top of the bed for the 2nd time tonight. He stood over me, slowly taking off his Denim Jacket, leaving him in his baggy grey t-shirt and black jeans. I looked at him impatiently, wanting to help him get out of his clothes, but he just smirked at me and said “Well, you said both”. Fine, he can take his time, but I’m not gonna wait any longer as I knew my parents were coming back home from their night out. I knelt on the bed in-front of him taking off my low cut grey graphic tank revealing the lacy black bralette under it, then pushed my girls into him aching for him to touch me. But he just stood there staring into my eyes, as he took off his baggy grey t-shirt. “What is he doing”, I thought to myself, “What are WE doing, playing follow the leader?”. It was getting too much for me, I needed him. I grabbed his face but decided to tease him by gently having our lips barely touch. “We don’t have much time, my parents might come home soon”, I whispered against his lips, desperate for him to give in. “What?” he said pulling back a little. “My parents might be home soon, plus -” Zayn stops me from continuing. “I want to take my time with you. And I know you need all of me. If we’re going to this, I don’t want a few minutes with you, I want you for as long as I can have you.” Zayn says holding my face. Look I know I could have shut my mouth and not brought up the fact that my parents were going to come home soon, but I couldn’t risk having them walk in on us like they almost had when we were at the cottage.

We both redressed and I walked Zayn to the door, as I needed Zayn to leave before my parents got back. “Can I have your actual number this time?” Zayn said as he pulled out his phone. I giggled and put my real number with a kiss and rose emoji as part of my contact name. “I’ll text you,” Zayn says before he opens the door. “Wait,” I said. Before I knew it I pushed him against the door again but this time I kissed him. We began making out, taking turns biting each others lips and teasing each other with our tongues. We tried to pull each other closer; I pulled on his hair as he groped me making me moan and whimper. We couldn’t get enough of each other, as we got lost in our little foreplay. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar honk, and a set of keys jiggling on the other side of the door. Fucking hell, my parents were home...

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shinsou and the very terrible, horrible, no good, very bad shift

— You, a new sidekick, screw up a case for a Pro Hero Shinsou, and he demands compensation.

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pairing: older!shinsou hitoshi x younger fem!reader

warnings: age gap (shinsou 25, reader 18), nsfw, 18+, pwp, DEGRADATION, power imbalance, spanking, marking, cursing, shinsou is a major asshole, mindbreak, sorta subspace, happy ending for shinsou, depending on person unhappy ending for reader, public sex, dubcon because of power imbalance

word count: 3,892

a/n: happy halloween. this is mean degradation imo like I thought ive done degradation but this made all those look like praise kink. be careful and click out if its too much

kinktober day 20 main kink: degradation | kinktober masterlist

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How you ever forgot that as a high school hero-in-training student, you were a big fish in a tiny pond was beyond you. Well, to be quite honest, you never thought yourself to be a big fish, to begin with.

You were eighteen, a few months from turning nineteen and had just graduated from the hero course over at UA. That in itself was a huge accomplishment, one that you should take with bubbling pride and joy, but to be quite honest, having such a big name attached to you only made you nervous. To tell the truth, you often wondered just why a hero within the top 50 even scouted you to work as an intern with them and then offer you a position as a sidekick as soon as you entered your third year. Still, it seemed to be a common predicament with BMI Hero: FatGum.

Today was your first day on the job, no longer a student part of a hero work-study, but as a physical, government paid hero — a fickle sidekick! You shuddered as you slipped on the shoes to your outfit, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you made your way out of the locker room, ready to report to your first assignment.

FatGum agency was quite a lovely place, loud and warm, being the first two adjectives you thought of when you first joined their ranks. It did wonders for your self-esteem, and seeing newly turned Pro Hero Suneater, who apparently was a million times more of a nervous mess than you were, made you feel oddly in good hands.

But still, nothing could keep you from the shock that ran through your body when FatGum proudly thrust forward a patrol route for you to follow.

“Alright, pipsqueak,” FatGum jovially spoke, his eyes closed while he smiled. “This is your route for the day! It should take about an hour to get through unless anything happens! You’ll go on the route every three hours, and in between those patrols, it’s the same paper system as before! Good luck out there, y/h/n, you got this!”

“Oh my god, no, I do not?!” you spluttered, hands shaking wildly as you went through the folder Fat had so quickly presented. “What if I die?!”

“You’ll be fine. Remember how Deku and Ground Zero complimented you the other day?”

“Yeah!” you exclaim, your face burning with your shame as you remembered that confrontation. “But that only happened because Deku is a living saint, and I spilled my noodles all over him and Ground Zero! Ground Zero was also, by the way, forced to compliment me by Deku! And all he said was that my combat skills were absolutely shitty but not as shitty as he thought they would be!”

“Ah yes, I remember Red Riot discussing how his friend was less than inept at expressing his gratitude,” FatGum hummed in memory, although that dumb, proud smile never left his face. “If I remember correctly, that means he has great respect for you!”

You made a dying noise at the back of your throat.

“But Deku doesn’t lie! He speaks honestly, so all his compliments were definitely true. Now, y/h/n, let's get through this day together, ne?”

You didn’t agree, but that wouldn’t stop him from throwing you out to the streets, your heart hammering in your throat as you walked through the path he used to take you on every day. Your smile was shaky and wobbly as the people you recognized waved and cheered you on. They were all excited to see you on your own.

However, they did point out that you were here an entire hour earlier than usual, but hey! That’s what happened when you went from being a student to trying to function as an adult!

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” you chanted as you passed by the spookiest alleyway on your patrol.

The hour-long patrol was almost done if your watch wasn’t lying to you: a full patrol and not a single instance of needing to help. Well, you had assisted some people in carrying groceries and holding a child as a mother shopped for dinner that night, but there were no altercations, nothing out of the ordinary.

You marched through the alleyway, your fists in a shaky clenched grip as cold, nervous sweat dripped down your neck.

You were okay, you are okay, you will be okay.

“Nothing to be afraid of! Just a normal, average, no villains insight day!” you spoke to yourself, your body shaking as you pass an opening in the alleyway, and you turn your head to look and freeze.

“Alright, and I don’t want fucking nobody hearing goddamn shit about this drug, got it?!” a man with a quirk that made him look like a blowfish snapped.

Six men stood in the alleyway, all with tall, massive, threatening vibes. You didn’t make a single noise; you knew that for a fact, but their gazes still fell on you the moment the man stopped speaking. A horrible, stupid movie cliche that happened too often in hero life.

Your life probably flashed before your eyes at that single moment, your body and mind instinctively moving to call the heroes before realizing that you were the hero now. What do you do?! What could you do?! Drugs?! Did they have drugs?!

Panicking greatly, you watched their mouths move, but you couldn’t hear them as you took in their faces in a blur. Before you knew it, your mind shut down, and your body took over. You weren’t sure what it was. If you were way stronger than the entire group or if you just had an untapped potential that burst open right now, because you blinked and suddenly there were all thrown onto the floor, busted and bloody and tied up.

You… you did it?!

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, your hands rising to your mouth as you looked at each and every one of their smushed, dirty faces. “I WON?! I won, oh my god, I won — wait?!”

You stepped over to the purple-haired man on the floor, his mouth stuffed with a cloth fabric you probably shoved in there at some point.

“M-Mindjack-sensei?!” you cried, your excitement of betting this drug handoff simmering off immediately. “W-What are you doing? Were you gonna stop this drug handoff? I — oh my god, let me get this off!” You scrambled to get the restraints off of Shinsou, unaware of the way the other captured men glared at Shinsou, utterly shocked and betrayed as you cleared him.

“Thank you for the capture, y/h/n!” a police officer congratulated you as you freed Shinsou, and you smiled, nodding your head. “Is it just four of them?”

You froze.

You had counted six men at first, and with Shinsou recovered, that made five men.

“I didn’t… I lost one of them?” you deflated, all sense of confidence draining you as Shinsou remained on the floor.

“Ah,” the police officer grimaced, his head shaking before he paused and looked up at you with a halfhearted smile. “Well, you still did good work! We’ll see what drug they were talking about, and if it’s nothing too crazy, they’ll be good to go!”

“Yeah, of course,” you smile weakly, feeling ready to cry as you hold onto your wrist.

“But, uh, who’s the guy on the ground?” he nodded towards Shinsou, who was looking entirely pissed off and ready to bite like some cornered, raging animal.

“Oh, Mindjack!” you respond, hands motioning toward one of the other older Pro Heroes you looked up to.

The police officer stared at Shinsou, an unconvinced look on his face.

“I thought he was… ah, well, old? And didn’t he have black hair?” he muttered before shrugging. You didn’t manage to stutter out your knowledge of the older man with black hair being Eraserhead because he was long gone already, fingers pressed to his radio, chatting with his HQ.

Breathing out a nervous sigh, you turned to Shinsou with a shy and fully apologetic smile. “I am so sorry for hurting you! Are you okay?” you asked, your eyes scanning the older heroes' stance, unable to read anything but annoyance radiating from his body.

“No, I’m not okay, actually,” Shinsou spat, his face finally looking up from the floor, and you felt your throat run thick at the rage and anger simmering from his face.

“W-Wha—” you stammer, taking a step back, overwhelmed.

“You just fucking ruined six months of undercover work,” he seethed, his feet moving to stalk towards you. You found yourself stumbling backward, looking everywhere but at him. You can feel your balance giving; the cold filth of the alleyway wall your saving grace as his fingers grabbed your jaw, forcing you to face him. His purple eyes black in his fury. “I don’t think you realized just how badly you fucked up?! You stupid fucking child!”

A wash of ice-cold realization flooded through you, the horror of what you knew you just did completely dawning on you as tears sprung in your eyes. You felt nauseous, utterly sick to your stomach because this seasoned Pro Hero definitely had shit to do, and you practically shat all over it.

“I am so sorry,” you whimper, pain shooting through you just slightly at the grip he has on your chin. “I am so so sorry, i-is there anything that I c-can do?! How can I-I fix it?!”

“You think I need help from some crybaby?” Shinsou snapped, thoroughly unimpressed by you, his eyes narrowing further. You didn’t even realize you were crying already.

“I-I’m useful, I promise!” you cry a bit more, your body struggling as the older hero trapped you against the wall, his face glowering down at you with the intensity of a million suns. “I-I’m a sidekick over a-at Fatgum’s agency, but, oh fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything you ask of me!”

There’s a looming silence, a heavy tension as his eyes drop from your eyes to your parted wet lips. He’s much taller than you, and you can feel every heavy breath expelling on your face.

“You think a pathetic, worthless little sidekick is able to do anything for me?” Shinsou snapped, his eyes narrowing as he loomed even closer. “A pathetic fucking bitch like you? I don’t think you can give me even a simple fucking action that would prove your worth.”

The words are hot embers on your ears, making your jaw drop, and your body trembles at the simple degradation. You feel your tears hot on your cheeks, your parted lips invaded by his dirt-covered fingers as he pressed onto your tongue. It had to be the shock of it, the reality of the hot, hard dick pressing into your stomach and the way he was staring at you like some piece of fucking meat, but you gagged around his fingers.

“Why am I not fucking surprised, you goddamn fucking whore,” he sneered, his fingers shoving faster into your mouth, pressing dangerously hard against your tongue, trying to get you to gag and choke around his fingers. “You fucking sure you’re a fucking sidekick? Look at you, pathetic, stupid, crying like a baby in an alleyway? You’re a hero, aren’t you? Fucking save yourself from this, you fucking bitch.”

You violently shake, your hands finding themselves tethered to his shirt, your head shaking nonetheless.

“Oh, you don’t want to save yourself?” He coos, his expression turning the slightest bit amused, maybe a bit possessive, but it lasts a second. You blink, and anger has replaced the amusement, red streaking in his vision. “Why the fuck not?”

“B-Because,” you strangle, your tongue flat against your mouth, your throat instinctively opening and closing against his fingers. “I said I’ll do anything y-you wanted!”

There’s another pause, and you wait pressed against the wall, your chest heaving with your anxiety and weird turned-on state. Shinsou was a Pro Hero, someone who was eight years older than you, someone you had respected since you were in grade school. Yet, here you were, looking nothing more than a slab of meat to him, a hole for him to abuse in his anger because you had fucked up.

“Oh, you stupid fucking slut,” he laughed, his teethed bared into a feral smirk. “You want this, huh. You want to please me any way I see fucking fit, fucking perfect. Turn around.”

There’s no room to argue or think; he turns you around without a second's notice. His hand shoving your chest into the wall, and you cry at the discomfort. He grabs your ass, pushing you uncomfortably into an arched position as he tears your pants down from your legs.

“You’re a worthless fucking cumdump. Not even noon yet, and I’m going use your fucking body however I see fit.” Shinsou promises, fingers raking down your supple ass. Nails tearing into your skin, fingers slapping your covered cunt. “You worthless fucking slut, dirty fucking whore, already goddamn wet.”

“I’m n-not wet!” you cry, hips spasming against his rough hold, and slaps to your aching cunt. You know it’s a lie, you know that clear as day, but it doesn’t keep you from lying. Doesn’t stop you from shivering when he pinches at the cloth of your panties and removes them from your sopping wet folds.

“You think I don’t know if you’re wet or not?” Shinsou growled in warning, his fingers pinching together your soaked folds. An action that makes you cry loudly, the sharp pain too much for you. “You think I’m some fucking idiot?”

“N-No!” you cry, his fingers shifting to where your throbbing entrance is and his other hand going to your mouth, once again claiming your lips as his nails purposefully impose pain on your heated cunt.

“You must think that since you’re lying to me,” he snaps, his mouth pressed to your ear, his hot breaths making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You want to speak up, say something, but his fingers are fucking your mouth, keeping you from speaking back. “But again, you aren’t fucking worth anything, are you? You’re not fucking anything.”

Those words whip against your skin, making you twist in his arms, hot tears pushing past your eyes again as you cry.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” Shinsou comments, his fingers pinching and pulling your tongue, and his hips begin to grind his hot, burning flesh into your ass. “Well, you better stop fucking crying because I’m not gonna stop until I’m fucking done — until I’m fucking relieved. This isn’t about you; this is for me. You aren’t shit, fucking worthless piece of shit whore.”

You sob into the brick wall, the tears unable to be stopped, unable to clear as his fingers that were scraping at your folds begin to fuck you at the same time as he fingers your mouth faster. The sensation of being outside, finger fucked in an alleyway by a Pro Hero you admired and respected beyond comparison, made you tremble with want and need. His cruel, completely degrading words a warm fire in your belly and against your skin.

The sounds of the wet caverns he was currently fucking begin to echo in the wall, his throbbing cock grinding against your ass. It’s a sensation that makes you cry with need, your ass shifting back to feel him more, to get more from the contact he’s giving you.

“Of course some screwup like you likes this shit,” Shinsou grunted, his fingers fishing and rubbing against the spongy warmth of your walls, fingers scraping ever so gently against the velvetiness. You spasm against his touch, your whiney, pleasure-filled noises filling up the alleyway almost as loudly as the choking and the squelching of your pussy.

His hands suddenly leave your mouth, and you’re heaving at the deserted feeling in your mouth. You whip your head around, trying to see just why he had abandoned your mouth, desperate to please him more in any way he saw fit. But instead, you’re met with the sicky coldness of your saliva spread across your face. Almost instantly drying against your face as your still tear-soaked eyes looked into his dark ones.

“Don’t look so fucking sad, stupid cockslut,” Shinsou snapped, his hand that had been fucking your cunt abandoning your warmth and meeting your face. You whined, unable to come up with words as he spreads your slick against your face. A shiver wrecks your spine, a pathetic whimper at the smell, and the feel of the warm thickness of your slick. “You wanted this, fucking asked me to wreck your worthless holes.”

“I-I’m not sad,” you try to defend yourself, your body shaking as you feel the heated warmth of his cock suddenly between the curves of your ass. It presses heavily onto you, skin twitching and throbbing with its emitting warmth and simmering heat.

Shinsou pauses, his eyes deadly and threatening as he glares at you. Unamusement heavy in his gaze, his mouth set in a small, teeth-baring snarl. “Then why the fuck are you crying? You think you deserve to be crying right now? No. You fucking worthless slut, you don’t. You ruined my damn shift, my damn case, I should be the one fucking crying. Your pathetic ass is worthless and tried to make my life the same, and that won’t fucking fly.”

The words tighten at your throat, your body trembling as tears continue to flow. His words are white-hot against your skin, and although it hurts to hear it, your cunt clenches in response, slicking even more.

His hand comes down suddenly onto your ass. The slap sharp and stinging, echoing loudly against the alleyway walls as you scream in pain. It throbs, your back contorting as you try to stretch the skin that makes you ache. But Shinsou spanks your ass again, without warning, his hand unmerciful against your soft, swelling flesh. You yelp again.

He spanks again, and again, and again. Each echoing action sending your voice screaming, counting them without even being told, succumbed to him and his every action and thought without needing to be. He spanks you until your ass feels raw and bloody, the bruises undoubtedly forming as he pinches the folds of your dripping cunt.

“Stick your ass out more,” he growls, tugging at the fold, making you stumble. The cock pressing onto the split of your ass feels heavy, and you twitch at the seeping pre-cum dripping onto your muscled rim. The bricks scratch at your face, and you find your ass wiggling out further from the wall, your back arched more as the cold wall sings through the clothes on your breast. “I’m not gonna put more fucking effort into fucking a goddamn worthless bitch than I should.”

And with that, your ass perfectly exposed for him to use and fuck. His throbbing cock presses through your pussy and slams all the way into you.

There were many pains you were used to as an aspiring hero. You were used to being punched, kicked, stabbed, thrown about, etc. Each of those pains were something you had been taught to make feel better, each pain demonstrated to you so that it wouldn’t be the thing that took you out. But there was no training for the way that his thick cock pressed through your impossibly tight entrance. There was no pain that could relate to the white fire of your rapidly fluttering entrance that was trying too hard to keep up with his slamming thick cock.

“IT HURTS!” you shriek, body twisting, tears flooding your cheeks as you feel weak in the legs. Body moments from falling. “It hurts so much! Please! It hurts!”

“Oh? It hurts? It's supposed to fucking hurt you fucking idiot, fucking whore,” Shinsou snapped in return, his hips firing into even faster than before. His massive body practically caving onto you as his cock rockets into you. Unforgiving, relentless, and with the drive to make him cum. Your vision swirls and spins as the pain reaches its peak, your mouth opening, your voice no longer working. But oh, how the saliva dripped from your mouth as his hands abandoned your waist to grab onto your stretched cheeks. He held onto your cheeks like some gag, slamming your head into his chest so your dazed eyes could stare up at him as his menacing gaze bore down on you. “You think this was supposed to make you feel good? I don’t give a shit if you cum. This is for me. I’m not fucking stopping until I’m done using you, so shut the fuck up.”

Your whimper is soft, no longer able to keep up with the pleasure your body begins to reach as the pain becomes one of pure bliss. Your eyes crossing as every thrust of his welcomed cock drives you further and further up the wall. The squelching of your meeting sexes almost sounds like a nursery rhyme. A pleasant noise that makes you giggle deliriously as Shinsou continues to degrade you continues to spout how insignificant you are.

“Your only purpose in your shit life is to be my fucking cumdump, fucking bitch, do you understand me?” Shinsou spat, his thrusting becoming barbaric, stammering in his power and speed. You laugh, your head nodding as you stare up at him with loving eyes, the drool and tears on your face trailing down your throat, soaking your uniform. “Tell me what your purpose is?”

“To be your cumdump!” you laugh, elation bubbling in your chest, fluttering deep around your cunt until you felt Shinsou’s teeth sink into your throat.

The feeling of hot, sticky cum expelling into your cunt feels like blistering euphoria, his heavy, rough breathing on your skin, making you moan softly. Your own orgasm hits, much softer, much more controlled than his as your walls clamp down like a vice around him. Your orgasm is warm, sounding deep within you that you almost didn’t realize you were dropped to the floor.

A soft, pitiful moan sounds from your lip, your eyes focused on Shinsou, who’s shoving his limp cock back into his pants, but his eyes are on the skyline.

“I-I’m sorry for messing up your… your case,” you rasp on the floor.

Shinsou shifts on his feet, his gaze lingering longer onto the skyline before finally setting onto you. The anger seems to have disappeared, a look of slight boredom but the excitement in his eyes as he leans down over you. You feel breathless when his mouth presses against yours in a short, chaste kiss.

“I think you just helped me keep my cover, slut; maybe you do have some worth,” he laughed against your mouth.

He leaves you there, your body going limp and blackness taking over the moment he disappears.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #tw: dubcon #bbs kinktober 2020

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