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dizzydancingdreamer3 hours ago
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Hot-shot, Hot-head | Clint Barton
Hey lovelies! Here's another one for Dinner at Dizzy's! I actually really like this one. Clint Barton is super close to my heart. I remember watching the avengers for the first time when it first came out (and Thor before that) and just falling in love lol. Treat him well lovelies and please do enjoy.
Appetizers (Tags): Fluff / Angst (more so fluff)
Entres (Pairing): Clint Barton x F!Reader
Sides (Prompts): 7: 鈥淭each me.鈥
Notes: None, requested by an anon
Word Count: 2.9k (lol I don't even have an excuse anymore)
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鈥淕od damnit!鈥 She hisses as the bow string snaps back against her fingers, the sting making her fumble the bow.
She catches it鈥 like she always does鈥 but not without another curse. She resists the urge to slam the hunk of metal against the grass, her muscles squeezing so tight she could scream. He makes it look so fucking easy. It鈥檚 not鈥 it鈥檚 impossible. She wants her pistol back and glass of water. Water or wine. Same thing. Screw Barton and how ridiculously nimble he is鈥 she thought she was supposed to be the agile one.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. She bites back a groan when she hears footsteps sound from behind her, rolling her eyes before spinning on the brunette, scowling at the gleeful squint of his bright blue eyes. He鈥檚 always so smug. In all of her years of knowing him that has never changed.
鈥淭old you it鈥檚 not as simple as it looks.鈥 He simpers, his smile so wide she wants to throw him to the ground right here, right now, and slap it off.
Slap, kiss鈥 same thing.
鈥淚f you came out here to mock me, Barton, feel free to not.鈥 She scrunches her nose鈥 it鈥檚 the only thing she can do to keep the smile off her face.
Why does his grin always have to be so infectious? She wants to be annoyed still鈥 she was annoyed before she turned around so why can鈥檛 she still be annoyed now? It鈥檚 infuriating and awful and so damn endearing. God, if she could go back to training and strangle Fury she honestly just might. What was he thinking, pairing her for fucking life with Clint Barton. She glances at the man and the smirk in his eyes and she presses her lips together.
He notices鈥 of course he notices, they trained together, their reflexes are the same. It鈥檚 what makes them such good partners鈥 they were created to be a team. Fucking Fury. Well, a team in one sense at least. The other not so much. She shoves the thought to the back of her head, finally letting the smile break out on her face.
鈥淪omeone has to, hot-shot.鈥 He settles against the tree behind him, muscled arms crossing over his chest, puppy dog smile still just as wide.
God where the fuck is she supposed to look? There鈥檚 nowhere left鈥 not the corded veins along his arms, not the golden skin peeking out of the collar of his t-shirt, not the the glint in his icy eyes that she can鈥檛 tell whether it鈥檚 from the sun or is just always there鈥 she鈥檚 being attacked on all sides and all she has is this stupid bow鈥 his stupid bow.
She drops her shoulders, rolling her eyes again and caving to his larkish voice鈥 she always does. 鈥淚 guess it鈥檚 fair. Shouldn鈥檛 rag on you so much for your terrible shot鈥斺
鈥淚 don鈥檛 have a terrible鈥斺 He begins to protest, pushing from the tree and stepping closer to her.
She presses her fingers to his chest when he gets a few inches away, trying to keep her breathing in check. 鈥淲ith a pistol. Ten years later and he still interrupts. Good to know some things never change, hot-head.鈥
She beams up at him, palms flat against his broad chest, forcing herself to ignore the heat seeping from the thin material. It feels like at any moment he鈥檚 going to burn her, much too hot for his own good. Being this close to him she can smell his woodsy, citrus scent鈥 like the damn sun鈥 and she takes a step back. Co-workers. Partners. Best friends.
Nothing more.
鈥淭en years later and she still does everything in her power to make me interrupt. Terrible shot. Who taught you to fight so dirty, huh?鈥 He peers down at her as he pushes past her, fingers flicking at her jaw, and she bites her tongue because it鈥檚 starting to feel like he鈥檚 asking her to say something she鈥檒l regret.
鈥淯hm you? You did鈥 weren鈥檛 you the one who kicked my knees in on the first day of training?鈥
He鈥檚 a good few feet in front of her now鈥 stupid long legs鈥 and she sucks in a breath of fresh air, her skin tingling as her body cycles him out of her blood. There鈥檚 no point, he鈥檒l be back in a moment. He鈥檚 always back鈥 always annoying and around and warm.
He glances back over his shoulder鈥 鈥淵ou mean right after you broke my nose, right darlin鈥?鈥
She lets her gaze flick to his nose and the faint bump on the ridge where she had jutted her palm into it all those years ago. The academy nurses are good鈥 she can only see the blemish when she鈥檚 looking for it. Too bad her jab is better. It suits him at least鈥 everything does.
鈥淚 did do that, didn鈥檛 I?鈥 She hums, meeting him once more and standing on her tiptoes to get a better look. He leans down, staring at her from over the crook. 鈥淢aybe I was marking you Barton鈥 I made ya鈥 pretty.鈥
He hands her the arrows, fingers clasping over her own for a moment, encasing her in that warmth again. 鈥淐ouldn鈥檛 have found any other way, huh?鈥
She has to force herself to meet his banter, suddenly breathless and woozy, still wobbling on her tiptoes. 鈥淭hought you liked the violence鈥 you did back then.鈥
He holds her gaze, fingers tightening so minutely that she鈥檚 sure if she were anyone else she wouldn鈥檛 have noticed. She wouldn鈥檛 notice how his eyes skim over her face before flicking over her head quickly, how his shoulders square defensively, how even when there鈥檚 no one around he鈥檚 always watching her back. But she isn鈥檛 anyone else鈥 she鈥檚 her and she notices everything he does.
He meets her gaze again, muscles easing slightly, and her lungs scream at her because all she can taste is lemons and juniper.鈥淥h I love the violence.鈥
She tugs the arrows鈥 and by default her hand鈥 from his hold, searching desperately for an escape in the open air in front of her. The targets taunt her from across the field, the little pin prick holes in the middle of the red bullseye leering. She wants to throw the bow again鈥 where the fuck is her gun?
鈥淲hy am I doing this again?鈥 She groans and he laughs, his hand curling around her neck, thumb digging into the knots in her shoulder blade.
鈥溾楥ause one day you won鈥檛 have bullets.鈥 He supplies, voice too close to her ear for her to make much sense of the words. They鈥檙e like honey鈥 too sweet, too slow.
Still she shrugs. 鈥淲on鈥檛 I have you, though? You planning on ditching me, Barton?鈥
Beyond the teasing she can hear the insecurity laced in her words and she wants to slap herself for potentially ruining the sunny afternoon. She can practically feel the switch in the atmosphere. The lighthearted banter fading into cold seriousness. She swallows, closing her eyes. Even after ten years she鈥檚 still terrified that one day she鈥檚 going to wake up and he won鈥檛 be in the kitchen pouring the sugar into her coffee and burning the toast. Joining the academy was her chance鈥 at freedom, at family鈥 and Clint was鈥 is鈥 the payoff of those hard years. She would be utterly lost if one day he just wasn鈥檛 there.
His hand stills, thumb still pressing into her skin, chest tensing where it just barely brushes her back. For a moment they just stand there, the only noise being the soft thud of the bow landing in the grass. A few seconds later the arrows join. She doesn鈥檛 drop them on purpose鈥 she would never carelessly throw his things around鈥 she just can鈥檛 feel her hands anymore. When she brings them together, wringing them together, she isn鈥檛 surprised to find them trembling. She can feel him start to shake his head, hair brushing against her temple before the words are even out of his mouth.
鈥淒on鈥檛 even say that. Don鈥檛. Or think about it. Ever again鈥 you hear me? I thought I was the dumb one.鈥 He tries to say it like a joke鈥 she can hear him forcing his tone to stay light鈥 but his voice is too gravelly, his words spiking too low.
She presses her lips together again, nodding. 鈥淪orry鈥斺 she mumbles, pressing the heel of her palm to her forehead, sinking back slightly to knock her shoulder into his chest鈥 鈥渨as just鈥 just over thinking, I guess. Stressed myself out.鈥
He wraps his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her against his chest. She tips her head back, putting her weight on him. It鈥檚 not unusual鈥 it would be more unusual if she didn鈥檛 cuddle into him. That鈥檚 why she does it despite how terribly she wants to pull away. She can鈥檛 stay in his citrus arms鈥 in this fever dream. She needs to break the spell. Maybe spend some days in the woods soon, alone, resetting her brain. She鈥檚 had to do that a few times.
鈥淣ot going anywhere.鈥 He mumbles, hands closing around her arms, his jaw鈥 scratchy and rough from stubble鈥 rubbing against her shoulder. 鈥淵ou know that. Not now, definitely not in a fuckin鈥 appocalypse鈥斺 she laughs at that and he rocks on his heels, letting out a soft hum鈥 鈥淲e鈥檙e in this together. Where the hell would I even go?鈥
He whispers that last part, probably hoping she wouldn鈥檛 hear, but his mouth is right there and she鈥檚 tuned into everything him. She can hear the worry, feel the rumble against her back. Shit. They鈥檙e both spiraling now and she鈥檒l be damned if she brings her down with him. She has to do something.
鈥淭each me.鈥
He freezes behind her, hands softening their grip. When he speaks his voice is a little tighter than normal鈥 hesitant, maybe. 鈥淲hat was that, darlin鈥?鈥
She goes to pull out of his arms again, bending to retrieve the bow, but she only ends up pulling him with her, the giant man curling around her easily. Too easily. She clenches her jaw, fighting the sudden urge to whirl around and push him to the ground.
Push him to the ground and climb on top of him.
鈥淭each me how to use this stupid thing, Barton. Can鈥檛 do it鈥 you were right.鈥
Apparently she doesn鈥檛 have whirl around鈥 he does it for her, spinning her so quickly that the heavy metal almost whacks him. He pries it gently from her fingers, releasing it back onto the grass. She almost protests鈥 what the hell was she so afraid of dropping it for when he practically just threw it? 鈥 but before she can he鈥檚 pulling her off her toes and spinning her around.
鈥淐lint what are you doing鈥斺
鈥淭en years鈥 it鈥檚 taken ten years for you to say those words.鈥 He laughs and she swats the nape of his neck, rolling her eyes, feet dangling off the ground. It鈥檚 all she can do to not curl them around his hips. 鈥淎nd you tell me my ego is big.鈥
She scrunches her nose at the man, eyes dipping over his crinkled eyes and triumphant smile, once again fighting the curve of her own lips. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been waiting for me to ask for help?鈥
He snorts, dropping her on her toes before slumping onto the grass, sprawling out on his back鈥 clearly not about to actually do as she asked. 鈥淣o鈥 if you wanted to learn that badly you would have by now. You鈥檙e not stupid, just stubborn.鈥
Clint leans up, warm hand curling around her ankle and yanking, pulling her feet out from under her and sending her flying. Before she has time to scream鈥 hell, to even think about screaming鈥 his arm is hooking around her stomach, catching her midair and lowering her easily to his chest. Ten years and she鈥檚 still never ready for that. She goes to drive her elbow back against his ribs but he catches her, grabbing her arm and instead pulling her to rest across his stomach.
She grumbles but turns anyway, cheek pressing against hard, warm muscle, meeting his gaze from where his head rests on his folded arms. 鈥淭hen what?鈥
He flashes her another toothy grin鈥 that can鈥檛 be good. 鈥淲as waiting for you to tell me I was right about something. Took you long enough.鈥
She scowls. 鈥淪hut up, will you?鈥
鈥淎we, is someone angry that I won?鈥 He teases, his voice warmer than the sunshine on the bits of her exposed face.
鈥淏arton, I said shut up.鈥
His laugh is too easy. Too musical. It rumbles against the parts of her that are pressed against him and makes the rest of her ache, wanting to be pressed against him as well.
鈥淕eez, someone鈥檚 touchy today.鈥
As if to enhance his point he runs a gentle finger over the top of her spine, right where her tank top stops, and she has to clench her jaw against the heat that pools in the pit of her stomach and the shiver that races down her back. It鈥檚 the final straw. Ten years is a lot of straws鈥 maybe she鈥檚 a hoarder of said straws鈥 but finally her last one has broken. She can鈥檛 take it anymore. She bolts upright.
鈥淪hit鈥斺 he mutters lowly, probably not intending for it to reach her ears, before speaking louder鈥 鈥渃鈥檓on darlin鈥 I was just messing with you鈥斺
She swings her leg over his stomach, knees caging him underneath her, thighs spreading deliciously over his warm abdomen, and his mouth snaps shut. He鈥檚 up on his elbows, no doubt because he had been worried and was on his way up to check on her, but now it only serves to bring them closer together. For a moment all she does is look at him, chest heaving, palms pressed against his chest and anticipation laced in every muscle. Each breath he takes tortures her鈥 what鈥檚 he thinking?
She鈥檚 never thought Clint Barton to be a mind reader but maybe anything is possible at this point because as soon as she thinks it his crystal eyes narrow, his pink lips quirking up. 鈥淎re you going to make the first move or do I have to?鈥
Butterflies erupt in her stomach鈥 wait, no, that鈥檚 just her gut twisting as he flips her over so fast that she doesn鈥檛 have time to blink. Dammit he鈥檚 quick. She鈥檚 quick too, though, legs finally curling around his hips to keep her back from crashing against the ground. She doesn鈥檛 remember wrapping her arms around his shoulders but when her head stops spinning she can feel her fingers digging at his arms. Her back eases against the ground, one of his arms slipping under her head, his other hooking around her thigh and pressing her that much closer to him.
His nose bumps against hers, breath hot on her lips, and she doesn鈥檛 try to fight the smile this time. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 give me a chance.鈥
His lips brush against hers, just a wisp鈥 a promise鈥 of what鈥檚 to come, and she squeezes her thighs tighter, pulling a raspy groan from his mouth. 鈥淕ave you ten years, didn鈥檛 I?鈥
She hums, lips pressing against the corner of his mouth. 鈥淵ou did鈥 what on earth is wrong with you Barton?鈥
He lets out a breathy chuckle. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e really something, you know that?鈥
She kisses the other corner, just barely brushing her mouth against his as she passes, reveling in the way his hips push her harder into the grass. 鈥淪omeone鈥檚 touchy today鈥斺
The rest of her words are cut off鈥 they鈥檙e swallowed鈥 by two warmer-than-sin lips. He tastes like candy. Like red licorice and lemon drops. That鈥檚 all it takes for her to kiss him back, hands slipping into his hair and yanking鈥 maybe she should be gentler but she can鈥檛 help it. She鈥檚 been patient, she鈥檚 paid her dues. Besides, if the moan that rips from his lungs and passes over her tongue鈥 all needy and wild and lemon tinted鈥 is anything to go by then she would say he doesn鈥檛 mind it. His tongue slips into her mouth, caressing hers, and she returns his moan with one of her own.
鈥淲hy鈥 he mumbles into her open mouth, pausing momentarily to tug her bottom lip between his teeth and groan鈥 鈥渨hy didn鈥檛 we do this earlier? Like鈥斺 his lips skim over her cheek, up to her ear, tugging on her earlobe next鈥 鈥渓ike ten-years-ago sooner?鈥
She turns her face towards him, following him as he moves down her neck, lips pressing against his cheek. She doesn鈥檛 want to detach from him now. She doesn鈥檛 think she鈥檒l ever want to. Her mouth slants against him, teeth nipping at his jaw, and he hikes her higher up his body. Her fingers are still tangled in his silky hair, raking through the strands and trying to memorize the feeling.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know.鈥 she mumbles against him鈥 she can鈥檛 bring herself to find a witty remark, she just wants more.
He pulls back, ducking his head, lips swollen and eyes sparkling. 鈥淭hat was passive of you, hot-shot.鈥
鈥淏arton.鈥
For once he doesn鈥檛 need to be told twice, leaning back down, nose bumping against her with another brain melting chuckle. She arches up, impatient for his touch. Before his lips skim hers he says something else, though. It鈥檚 like he can鈥檛 help but annoy her every chance he gets.
鈥淢aybe you鈥檙e the hot-head after all.鈥
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imkylotrash5 hours ago
Is is possible to get a dad!Saul x daughter!reader. Maybe a specialist is trying to get with her and he goes all overprotective dad since it鈥檚 his baby girl?
鈥淎re you nervous?鈥 you ask straightening the collar of his shirt. You don鈥檛 have the heart to tell them that your dad will consider them a suck-up for wearing a shirt considering they鈥檙e already looking like they鈥檙e ready to jump off a cliff.聽
鈥淲hat makes you think I鈥檓 nervous? Is it the shaky voice or the sweaty palms?鈥 Your lips turn into a thin line as you try not to laugh. You know your dad will be a little overprotective but, in the end, he鈥檒l be happy as long as you鈥檙e happy. It鈥檚 just right now you鈥檙e having a little too much fun watching them squirm.聽
"I think it's a little bit of both," you tease. You don't talk as you head to your dad's office and now even you are getting a little nervous.
"It'll be fine. He'll love you," you mumble. You've always been really close with your dad and if he didn't like the person you were dating then it just wouldn't work.
"Are you telling me or yourself?" they ask trying to make light of the situation but it's not working when you'll be standing in front of your dad in a little while. When you knock on the door, you're the one with sweaty palms.
"Y/N, sweetheart. What's going on?" Your dad hugs you completely ignoring the person standing behind you.
"I wanted you to meet someone," you say weakly nodding your head towards them. That's the first time he actually looks at the person behind you.
"If you're here to ask for extra tutoring, I'm afraid you'll have to take that up with the student counsellor." It's a low blow even for him and you're not sure why he's acting like that.
"Dad," you hiss hoping he'll get the message. You really want him to like your partner.
"Come in," he says stepping aside and completely ignoring your outburst. This is not off to a great start. You can only watch as he continues to rip them apart asking all kinds of questions that you haven't even thought about yet.
"What are your intentions with my daughter?"
"Do you love her?"
"There's a fire at Alfea. Do you save your buddy or her? That's an easy one by the way."
"Dad!" you exclaim stopping him from asking any more questions. He at least has the decency to look at a little ashamed. He's going to scare them off before you have a chance to start to relationship properly.
"Can I have a minute with my daughter?" You've never seen someone hurry out of a room as quickly as they do. It almost makes you laugh until you remember the reason behind it.
"Dad, you're being really embarrassing."
"I'm sorry. I just worry," he admits giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
"Worry about what?" It's always just been you and him which is why this is so important to you. It's the first time you're introducing someone to him.
"You're my little girl. No one's ever going to be good enough for you." You roll your eyes as you hear his confession. You get it but all you're asking is for him to dial it back a little.
"They make me happy, dad. Like waking up with a smile happy." He's always told you to find someone that makes you smile from the second you wake up. That's the kind of love to aim for and now you've found it.
"I suppose I can give them another chance then." You kiss his cheek with a huge smile.
"I'll go get him."
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floreswritesa day ago
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No one asked, but how about some more of that Secret Admirer AU: Shitty Poetry Edition??? I'm totally making that the official tag btw.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4:
鈥淎gain with the smile!鈥
WWX looks up, startled from where he's doodling in his notebook. There's a piece of paper in JC's hand that he's glaring at with the fury of a gaseous, burning, celestial giant. He stares for a second. Says, confused, 鈥淲hat?鈥
JC lowers the paper and fixes that glare on WWX for no reason at all. This, he's used to. It's fine. Only this time it seems like there's an actual reason behind his brother's displeasure, and it centers on the piece of paper he's holding.
鈥淭he hell is wrong with this chick?鈥 JC says, and he squints at WWX. 鈥淪mile,鈥 he demands, and WWX can't help the slide of his mouth, but it's bemused and he knows it looks awkward. JC scoffs and says, 鈥淵ou look like a goddamn madman.鈥
鈥淲hat are you even talking about?鈥 WWX asks, and JC shakes the paper in his hand like it's committed a crime and needs to go to origami prison where every other failed piece of paper goes.
The trash. Origami Prison is the trash.
鈥淭hat is not yours,鈥 says a voice, and both WWX and JC turn around to find someone standing behind them.
It's LWJ and he looks 鈥 WWX quickly looks away from him, back to JC whose expression has soured like milk. WWX feels a protective surge through his body and he snaps at the collar of JC's white shirt, 鈥淢ind your own business!鈥
It's meant for LWJ.
He doesn't look at LWJ.
鈥淭hat does not belong to him,鈥 LWJ repeats, like WWX had not just told him off. However, his voice is quieter, and if WWX didn't know any better, he would say it's softer as well.
鈥淚 would hope not!鈥 JC snorts. 鈥淚f someone wrote me terrible poetry like this, I'd drown myself.鈥
At that, WWX's gaze snaps up to his brother's face, startled, and his stomach flips. His eyes go to the paper, and suddenly, he really needs to see it. He sets down his pen.
鈥淲hat is that?鈥 He asks, reaching, and JC snaps his hand away. WWX feels frustrated.
鈥淚t was in your desk,鈥 LWJ says, like he has any business talking to them. Like WWX isn't avoiding looking at him like the plague. 鈥淛WY took it when you were not looking.鈥
WWX wants to yell at him to go away, but those words strum through him and he glares at his brother.
鈥淕ive it to me!鈥 He orders, but JC scoffs again and holds it out of his reach. 鈥淛C! It's mine!鈥 He leaps out of his chair.
鈥淣o!鈥 JC huffs, standing from his desk to avoid WWX's lunge. WWX braces himself on JC's vacated chair so he doesn't follow his dive to the ground. He watches as JC circles around, keeping the desk between them.
WWX can feel himself bristling. His skin prickles with need. He needs that paper. Needs to see what's on it. His face feels hot and he needs JC to stop being a dick for just one second! He stands, ready to chase.
鈥淚'm protecting you! Some creep keeps writing gross poetry about your smile! There's obviously something wrong with them!鈥
鈥淛C!鈥 WWX hisses. He looks around. They're drawing the attention of the class again. Normally, he would not mind. But normally, JC isn't shouting about poetry written to him about his smile.
鈥淲hat's going on?鈥
It's NHS. He's setting down his books on his desk and he's looking between JC, WWX, and LWJ, who is still, for some strange reason, standing nearby like he has some stake in this argument.
鈥淗e got another one!鈥 Shouts JC like it's the most scandalous thing he's ever heard. He shakes the paper. 鈥淭hat creepy secret admirer wrote him a haiku about his smile!鈥
鈥淗is smile again?鈥 NHS says, and for whatever reason, he looks at LWJ who is still standing there like he belongs. WWX refuses to look at him. NHS glances back at JC. In an instant, he's snatching the paper, and, horrifically, he reads aloud.
鈥淏urning, unaware.鈥 NHS's voice is low and serious, but the class is so quiet and still that it echoes out like a judge proclaiming WWX's damning sentence. But, like JC has suddenly remembered he's supposed to be loyal to him, he smacks NHS in the back of the head.
鈥淥w! What!鈥
鈥淭o yourself!鈥 JC snaps.
NHS pouts at him, but acquiesces, much to WWX's relief. As much as he wants to know what's written on the paper, he's quite aware that everyone is listening in. It's humiliating.
NHS blinks down at the paper, reading silently. After a moment, he looks up, right at WWX. His eyebrows rise, and again, he glances at LWJ before staring at the paper again.
鈥淲ow,鈥 says NHS.
WWX can hear whispers. His classmates are watching the spectacle his brother and his friend are making of this. His whole head is hot with the blood rushing to it. He wants to jump out the window and flee.
He wants to slip through the floorboards and disappear entirely.
鈥淚 know right?鈥 JC says like NHS has just agreed with him. He grabs the paper out of his hand, staring hard at it like it's the most offensive thing he's ever read. 鈥淟ook at him, look 鈥 WWX, smile!鈥
鈥淚 don't smile on command!鈥 WWX shouts. He can feel his face burning with mortification. His hands are shaking. He clenches them and holds them stiffly at his sides. He hopes no one notices.
He wants to die.
Then, JC looks him dead in the eye and says, in the most solemn voice, 鈥淭urtles.鈥
A memory slams into WWX, and against his will, a puff of laughter escapes him like he's been punched in the stomach. He laughs. Torn out of him, he chokes a little, his mouth releasing a strangled sound before he begins giggling. He slaps a hand over his mouth.
鈥淪ee?鈥 JC says triumphantly. He points right at WWX's face. 鈥淗e looks 鈥斺
鈥淭here is nothing wrong with his smile,鈥 says LWJ, and WWX feels his heart trip over itself, shocked and baffled at the defense. He looks at LWJ and immediately looks away, back to JC. 鈥淭hat paper does not belong to you,鈥 LWJ repeats like a broken record. 鈥淩eturn it.鈥
鈥淲hat are you, blind?鈥 JC snaps at LWJ. 鈥淎nyway, mind your own business! Who even invited you into this?鈥
鈥淪tealing is prohibited in Cloud Recesses,鈥 LWJ goes on, voice flat, eyes narrowed, completely ignoring JC's comments. Giving no quarter, he says, 鈥淩eturn the poem or suffer the consequences.鈥
JC stands there, staring at LWJ in incredulity, mouth parted and eyes wide.
WWX seizes his chance. He darts over the desk and grabs the paper, taking it from his brother's slack grip. JC squawks in outrage, but WWX is back over the desk, sliding across the dark wood and reading through the poem.
Wei Ying,
Burning, unaware Planets revolve around your Gravity, sun smile
鈥 Your Secret Admirer
He goes still, his cheeks burn, his eyes go wide.
鈥淲WX!鈥 JC says. 鈥淒on't read that! Someone is tricking you!鈥
鈥淗ow do you know, though?鈥 NHS speaks up, thoughtful. 鈥淢aybe someone really does like Wei-xiong's smile.鈥
鈥淚mpossible!鈥 JC grumbles. 鈥淗e smiles like an idiot! Who could like that?鈥
鈥淛WY!鈥
WWX jumps at the voice. Looks up to see LWJ glaring at JC. His hands are clenched at his sides. He looks vicious, lips trembling like he's trying to hold back a snarl, like he's a single moment from punching JC in the face. He stares, surprised. With the sun shining through the east-facing window, LWJ's eyes are shining bright gold.
WWX can't look away.
It takes forever for LWJ to speak, and when he does, he looks no less angry, but his voice is calm.
鈥淏ullying is against the rules,鈥 LWJ finally says.
JWY sneers at him, opening his mouth to undoubtedly emit a scathing remark.
鈥淲WX!鈥
Jumping in place, WWX looks around to see LQR has entered the room. It must be five minutes to the class start time then. He's frowning severely at him.
鈥淕et off that desk this instant!鈥
WWX hops off the desk and smiles at him. But then the poem echoes in his head and he purses his lips together. His stomach is squirming. He doesn't like it.
鈥淚s there a problem here?鈥 LQR asks. He's finally noticed JC, LWJ, and NHS standing around, facing each other. JC immediately ends his staredown with LWJ and schools his features. He bows to LQR. NHS quickly shuffles into his chair, smiling nervously.
鈥淣ot at all, Grandmaster Lan,鈥 JC says, and he makes his way to his desk.
LWJ gives his uncle his own respectful bow, says nothing, and returns to his desk from whence he came. WWX, grateful the whole thing's been brought to an end, slips into his own chair, discreetly tucking the poem into his pocket.
His stomach hasn't stopped squirming. He's doing his best to remain still. He wants to glance around. See if he can catch someone looking at him. But LQR is gazing at them all with suspicion, so WWX stays put and focuses on his notebook.
He doesn't doodle.
* * *
WWX beats his brother to class. There's students already there. He notices, with a grimace, that LWJ is already there. He's sitting in his chair, reading, but as if sensing WWX's attention, he raises his eyes.
Their gazes meet.
WWX is quick to look away.
Ignore him, WWX tells himself. Don't interact.
He goes straight to his desk and sits. Biting on the inside of his cheek, he checks.
There's a paper taped to his notebook.
His heart skips a beat.
Peeling it off, he examines the neat handwriting, near perfect. He still doesn't recognize it. He's never seen this handwriting outside these notes. He has no idea who it's from. At the bottom, it's signed with that same anonymous handle.
His hands are shaking.
He reads.
Wei Ying,
Where all is quiet My love is loud It moves like a wild dance Around a bonfire
Howling, hooting, calling to the pale moon Pleading, praying to grant a boon
It speaks like a symphony A harmonized breathtaking movement It breathes like the ocean Relentless, devastating, everlasting
Swift, singing, my love lifts my soul Shaping the earth of my life
It blazes like the sun A merciless light-bringer, a double-edged sword Unrestrained, it is dangerous My hands clench upon it in fear
My love only settles when you are near Like a sleeping dragon upon its wealth
My love is gleeful, dizzying laughter Discombobulated, I stumble Hoping to be caught in your arms I long, I yearn
I am alight, hay to your flame I burn, I burn, I burn
鈥 Your Secret Admirer
鈥淲hat the fuck,鈥 WWX breathes.
He sits, frozen, heart pounding in his chest.
鈥淲WX!鈥 Calls JC as he rushes into the room.
WWX sticks the poem into his notebook, turns to a blank page, and frantically doodles. JC sits beside him. He speaks and his voice is scolding. Something about rushing ahead without him. WWX's heart is in his throat as he draws a sun, scorching, a flower, wilting. He draws a tidal wave, its edges frothing angrily with music notes. He draws a bonfire, a shadow dancing around it.
鈥淔ine, ignore me!鈥 JC grumbles, and he pulls a book open to read. A few seconds pass, and he elbows WWX, who elbows him back like a reflex.
What the fuck, WWX thinks. His mind is so very far away. Who is doing this?
He turns the sun into a dragon, mouth smoking. The bonfire is the product of its flame.
鈥淗ey,鈥 JC says, and WWX forces himself to jerk his head in a show of attention. 鈥淎ny poetry today?鈥 His voice is strangely serious.
WWX can't speak. His heart is in his throat. He shakes his head and shrugs.
鈥淕ood,鈥 JC says. 鈥淒on't read them anymore if you get any. It's either some creep who's obsessed with you or an asshole playing a prank.鈥
Like WWX is incapable of attracting anything else.
His brother's words sting. He says nothing. He keeps drawing.
Hoping to be caught in your arms, the words echo within WWX. I long, I yearn.
There's no denying it any longer. The poems are meant for him. They have his name on them. There's a fluttering warmth in his belly.
He ignores it.
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hope-to-hell2 days ago
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@october505 wanted August and outdoor sex, so here we are. St. Andrew鈥檚 Cross. August Walker x Reader. Chase, outdoor sex, fluids, rough sex, fucking in a room full of corpses, restraints, blood, degradation. All you have to do is evade him until midnight. Good luck.
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The chase takes you to a park in the middle of the night, and it is quiet; no birds, no wind, nothing but your breath harsh in your own ears and you鈥檙e trying to muffle it because
Because
Because August Walker is close behind and he is hunting. He is hunting, and if he finds you it鈥檚 all over; you鈥檒l have lost.
(The wager is exquisite: the winner gets to choose what happens tomorrow and you know he won鈥檛 go easy. Could be a vibe that holds you on the edge all day. Could be his feet kicked up on your back while he sips his drink. Could be he ties you to a rail and says come and get her.
Or you could win, and wouldn鈥檛 he be a beautiful sight on the St. Andrew鈥檚 cross, bound and clamped and with the shock collar snug around his thigh)
And he will tear your clothes to ribbons on the ground beneath the trees. He鈥檒l put you on your knees in the mud, maybe, or make you squirm on your belly while he has you from behind. Does it matter? Either way you鈥檙e getting fucked unless you can elude him til the midnight bell.
(A loss is still a win. What鈥檚 the point?
The point is that you try. Besides. Don鈥檛 you want to see me writhe, to see my cock pulsing in empty air? Pet. I鈥檒l come undone for you, and all you have to do is鈥)
Just don鈥檛 let him see you.
He鈥檚 just a man. He can鈥檛 possibly smell how wet you are for this, cunt aching and he hasn鈥檛 even caught you yet. But he could be anywhere, moving through the darkness with steps that shouldn鈥檛 be as silent as they are; with all the vast thick bulk of him you鈥檇 think he would go crashing about like a bull elephant, and yet.
And yet you鈥檝e seen him moving quick and quiet in vest and boots and every part of him tense; you鈥檝e seen him slip the knife in with a lover鈥檚 touch, his other hand tight over the target鈥檚 mouth and oh they might call him the Hammer but you鈥檝e seen the gentle devastation he can bring.
You鈥檝e felt the blood thrumming through him after a fight, his whole body a live wire and remember how hard he was, how viciously he thrust himself inside you. His hands were big and gentle on your face as he bruised your cunt, as he angled your hips so he could take and take and take and
Distracted, pet? He鈥檚 close, too close; his voice is rough and low and in this hollow there鈥檚 the sound of snapping twigs, a sound you hear because he wants you to hear it. He wants you to make an error in your panic, to run headlong into his chest, to feel him pinion your arms at your sides as he murmurs you lose. I鈥檒l fuck you now, and tomorrow you will give me my winnings.
But if you did that now it would be a lie and he would know it; there would be no fuck, only a disappointed glare, and so you run from the sound. You run like the hounds of hell itself are at your heels, crashing through bushes and pines, because now it鈥檚 not about hiding, it鈥檚 about eluding him. It鈥檚 nearly midnight; you鈥檙e so close, so very close.
And the bells begin to ring.
The last bell peals half a second before his fingers grip your shirt, before momentum carries you down into the dirt with him heavy on your back. I won, you say, but it鈥檚 thin and breathless from adrenaline and the weight of him pressing the air from your lungs. I want my prize.
And that is?
Right now? Fuck me like you won. Then tomorrow I鈥檒l have my turn.
And he does.
All your clothes are a lost cause; he tears them from you easy as paper until you鈥檙e naked on his jacket with leaves in your hair and he is so hard, spearing into you with little thought and less warning. This might not be the fight or the kill of a job, but still the adrenaline burns through him; still his body reacts in the same way.
(Oh, how you鈥檝e had him bloody and only some of it was his; he breached you with sticky fingers and his breath was tinged with copper when he surged up to kiss you deep. And in the room with bodies still cooling on the floor, he made you come with a clench and a cry that could wake the dead)
Every thrust is enough to drive the breath from your lungs as he chases the tipping point; with every shuddering gasp of air you come closer and closer and he is fucking into you like it鈥檚 punishment, like all he wants is for your arms to give out and send you crashing to the ground, like all he really wants is to tunnel deep inside you and come out somewhere near your throat.
August, fuck, I鈥
Alright?
Unh. Yeah.
Then shut your mouth and take it.
He鈥檚 harsh because he knows tomorrow you鈥檒l give these bruises back to him, because he feels the predatory need to clamp his jaws and bite, because he can feel the way you鈥檙e fluttering around him. You like it, out here in the open, where anyone could see me using you like a sleeve. You just can鈥檛 help being weak for me.
(Your legs are jelly and so he carries you down, five flights of stairs passing in moments because you dallied and time is running short.
Alright?
Alright.
The getaway鈥檚 a little hairy but you make it; here in the safe house the walls are damp and the floor is warped but there鈥檚 a soft bed and a bottle of something nice)
For you. Only you. And oh how he likes that; he comes with a groan, teeth clamping down on your shoulder, coming in long hot pulses. And you鈥檙e not far behind; half a moment of his hand on you and it鈥檚 all over.
So what do you have planned for me, pet? He鈥檚 wrapping you snug and warm in his jacket, admiring the way his semen slips down your thigh. He likes this, leaving you filthy, leaving the evidence of your coupling visible on your skin. I am at your disposal.
And when he hears your words he鈥檚 already feeling the press of his limbs against wood, the cuffs snug at wrists and ankles; he鈥檚 hoping it鈥檒l hurt a little and oh August, love, I鈥檒l give you that and more.
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slumberingdream2 days ago
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Say It
Scaramouche x fem! Reader
Warning:
N/SFW content
Smut
Language
Rough-ness?
Tags are posted accordingly.
鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽
Scenario
Scaramouche knows you want him, he just has to get you to admit it.
鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽喡粹.赂赂.鈥鈽
Scaramouche鈥檚 harsh blue eyes drilled into yours, his frame inching closer and closer to yours, every step towards you made you take one step back. You could feel sweat running down the back of your neck, suddenly feeling very nervous as your back made contact with the wall behind you.聽
"You are always telling me to go fuck myself, and yet-," Scaramouche's left hand slams against the wall, caging you in and his right hand grasped at the collar of your shirt, pulling it towards him.聽
聽Your face was pulled close to his own, your wide eyes staring straight into his stormy blue orbs, nose almost touching his.聽
"You are always looking at me with that face," Scaramouche's grip on your collar tightened, "You are always talking back to me, always denying me,"聽
聽Scaramouche glared at you, "Yet-"聽
He drew closer, the front of his body pressing against yours, further pressing you to the wall you were pinned to. "Yet, you want it don't you? You want me."聽
聽You could barely breathe, your face turning red by the second as you were surrounded by him.聽
聽"There is no denying it, I know. You can't hide it from me." Scaramouche's lips neared yours, so close to your own you could feel his breath on them. "You want me to fuck you."聽
Your eyes widened, mouth opening to quickly shout some profanities at the male, denying his accusations, but they felt short as his lips came crashing down into yours, a mess of teeth and tongue.
Scaramouche harshly bit your lower lip, slightly sucking on it as his hand on your collar moved to the back of your head, gripping your locks to keep you in place. Your hands moved to his chest, desperately trying to push him away, to break free from his hold on you. To break free from his lustful kiss that was making you weak in the knees, the lustful thoughts of him that plagued your mind.聽
Slowly, your composer was breaking, giving in to his kiss. Your hands loosely cling onto the fabric of his shirt. What felt like forever, Scaramouche finally drew back, breaking the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. He stepped back a bit to admire his work, taking note of the way your cheeks were flushed red, a glazed look in your eyes with some of your hair sticking to your temple, ruffed up and messy from his ministrations.聽
聽A smirk creeped along his face, his dark blue hair falling just above his eyes. Reaching his hand up, Scaramouche grabbed your chin, focusing your attention on him.
"Now," he began, his knee finding his way in between your legs, pressing against your crotch, "Tell me what I want to hear."
Words were caught in your throat, unable to escape out from your lips, your gaze never leaving his. You couldn't bring yourself to speak, your face burning bright as his knee further grind into you. Your body felt hot, sweat forming as it caused your clothes and hair to cling onto your skin.聽
You didn't want to give in to him, didn't want to give him the satisfaction at knowing he was right. But you were cracking, caving in to his stormy eyes and smug smirk on his face, to the way he dug his knee between your legs causing small shocks of pleasure to spark within you.聽
You wanted him, you needed him.
"Well?" he questioned, his hands now resting on your hips, forcing them to grind down on his thigh, "I am waiting."聽
Bitting your lip, you turn your face to the side, desperately trying to keep the sounds that threatened to escape your lips inside, hands loosely propped up on his shoulders.聽
聽"......-e" a mumble of words passes threw your lips, uncomprehencable to the human ears.聽
"Hmn? I couldn't hear you," an evil smile plastered on his lips, "Repeat that for me."聽
Embarrassment coursed through your veins, squeezing your eyes tight as you willed yourself to repeat your earlier statement.
"I want," your eyes drifted to meet his, "for you," your grasp on his shoulders tightened, "to fuck me."聽
It was as if you said the magic words, for the next thing you knew Scaramouche was already pinned you down to a nearby table, ripping off your shirt from your body, hands playing with your chest as he sucked and bite the skin from your neck down to your collar, your legs spread open, allowing him to hastily rut his hardening erection in his pants into you.聽
"I knew it," Scaramouche groaned into your ear, teeth lightly biting at the lobe.
"I fucking knew you wanted me to fuck you. You want me to fuck you until all you can think about is me. You want me to fuck you until your whole body belongs to me and only me, right?"聽
His words were coming out in harsh pants, his clothed cock grinding down on you, chasing his own pleasure. "You want me more compared to that bard right?"聽
A dark chuckle escaped from him, leaning back to fully look at you. "You know I can give you more than that drunkard of a bard can give you, and deep down you know it." His hands reached down to undo his pants, letting his cock spring out from its confinement.
"Whats his name again? Vinnie? Victor?" Scaramouch gazed down at you, giving his shaft a couple strokes. "Venti?"聽
At the sharp intake from you, he knew he guessed right.聽
"You and I know for a fact that he can't fuck you the way I do, and you know that. That's why you want me isn't it? He just can't give you what you want which is why you come crawling to me."聽
By this point Scaramouche fully disrobed himself from his pants, yours included as he dragged you towards him by the hips, aligning his throbbing cock with your entrance.聽
"I'll give you want you want then."
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rhonda-sayeed3 days ago
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Bloodbound: Queen's Heart Book 3 Chapter 29
Kamilah x MC (written in second person perspective, like in Choices)
1452 words
A/N
I don't own these characters. They are the property of Pixelberry.
Warnings: None this chapter.
Tag List: @kamilah-is-queen @samanthadalton @somethindarker @witchesplayatnight @danna-min-sinclair @mrs-avamontjoy @glowriter @hellyeah90sbaby
Adrian freezes in his tracks, spotting a man standing in front of car. 鈥淭hat is certainly not my contact.鈥
You grab Kamilah鈥檚 hand, she twines her fingers to hers. 鈥淚 think that is Takeshi.鈥
She nods at that. 鈥淎nd one of the five.鈥
鈥淣o鈥︹ Jax has never looked so frozen in surprise.
Takeshi ignores everyone and runs towards Jax, lifting him up in the air by the collar of his jacket. 鈥淚 told you to never step foot in Japan. But of course, you never listen, boy.鈥
Kamilah shakes her head and walks over towards him, 鈥淣ow is not the time for that. If you found us, that means the others will know.鈥
He drops Jax and sees Kamilah for the first time, 鈥淜amilah Sayeed? Is that really you?鈥
Kamilah rolls her eyes, 鈥淚 know you don鈥檛 have a bad memory, Takeshi. How long do we have before they come for us?鈥
Disheveled and with a wrinkled expensive suit, Takeshi tries to straighten himself out.
鈥淩ight about鈥︹
Several black SUVs screech down the tarmac and circle around you all. Humans dressed in black paramilitary uniforms jump out. Some hold crossbows and others hold UV grenades.
鈥淭his is a nice warm welcome to Tokyo.鈥 You grit your teeth. Kamilah makes sure you are right up against her side.
鈥淲e need to be as compliant as possible.鈥
Everyone slowly raises their hands above their head. The soldiers are still decidedly hostile to you all. Kamilah鈥檚 cool calm presence helps to keep you the same way.
It seems like Takeshi is trying to get them to calm down. It also seems like those words are falling upon deaf ears.
You all have to allow yourselves to be cuffed in devices that look similar to the ones Kavinsky had, all those months ago. You REALLY thought you鈥檇 not have to see those things again.
The group is split up in two cars. Fortunately, you are seated in the middle between Kamilah and Jax.
鈥溾ow do you know Takeshi?鈥 Jax asks, barely able to hold back his frustration.
鈥淚 could ask the same of you, Jax.鈥 Kamilah answers without answering, her brow lifts curiously.
鈥淯h.鈥 He slumps in his seat, 鈥淗e Turned me, after one of Priya鈥檚 clan members drained me dry.鈥
You look between the both of them, not saying a word.
鈥淚 see. I didn鈥檛 even know that Takeshi made it over to America.鈥
鈥淎re you going to tell me how you know him?鈥
At first it does not look like she is going to answer, it takes a long time for her to even breathe, 鈥淕aius and I were here, over 700 years ago. He became best friends with him. As a gesture of friendship, Gaius turned him.鈥
鈥溾he hell?鈥 His upper lip curls and he looks down at his hands, folded into fists.
Nothing else is said, the car drives you to a dark underground parking garage.
The room you are all lead in, looks like something out of an anime or an expensive sci-fi movie.
鈥淲hoa鈥︹ Of course, Lily is amazed, 鈥淚s this Tony Stark鈥檚 lab? Please say, yes!鈥
鈥淟ily.鈥 You warn. Sure, she is your best friend, but you realize that she is wearing thin on your patience here lately.
鈥淲hat?!鈥
You shake your head, 鈥淢aybe not with your shenanigans? We could be in a lot of trouble. Please?鈥 You plead with her desperately.
鈥淔ine.鈥 She frowns and looks down at her feet.
Even more like a movie, chairs descend down from the ceiling opening. It would be like this in Japan. You lean against Kamilah, since the two of you can鈥檛 hold hands.
鈥淜amilah.鈥 A slender woman wearing a skirt suit addresses her coldly, 鈥淔unny you should be here.鈥 Her tone is devoid of humor.
鈥淚 wonder why, given what you do to vampires, when they step foot here.鈥 She answers with her own defined coldness.
鈥淏ut you came anyway.鈥 Aiko counters.
鈥淪o, I did.鈥
鈥淚s it me or do they have a vibe?鈥 Oh, thanks for that Lily. She certainly has a way with words.
You elbow her hard enough to make her double over. Kamilah鈥檚 annoyance at her, filters aridly through the bond.
鈥淎nd you brought the whelp that Takeshi Turned. Are you trying to get yourself killed?鈥
鈥淗a.鈥 Kamilah finds humor in Aiko鈥檚 words, 鈥淭hat worked out so well last time.鈥 That鈥檚 a story you鈥檇 like to know for later.
Aiko鈥檚 nostrils flare and she rolls her eyes.
鈥淲e can get to that later; we would have never come here if we didn鈥檛 need your help.鈥 Adrian interjects.
Kamilah steps up, and you follow her. Aiko silently notes how close you both are, physically. 鈥淲e鈥檙e here because New York has fallen.鈥
An older man leans over in his chair. His elbows prop up on his lap. His fingers steeple, and he rests the tip of his chin on top of them, 鈥淎gain? I thought New York was freed of Gaius.鈥
鈥淎nd who pray tell, has it fallen to this time?鈥 Dark humor lines Aiko鈥檚 voice.
鈥淩heya, the first vampire.鈥 Jax steps up to answer.
鈥淪he won鈥檛 stop until all of America falls under her thumb.鈥 Kamilah adds.
鈥淲hy should we care about the fall of America?鈥 Aiko laughs. 鈥淎bout time I say!鈥
鈥淏ecause when she is done with us, she鈥檒l come for you.鈥 It is Adrian鈥檚 turn to answer.
鈥淵ou.鈥 The elder vampire that spoke before, starts calmly. But anger is still held behind his words, 鈥淐ome to our home and declare doom and gloom. You expect us to stop what we are doing to cater to that? Especially when you throw Takeshi鈥檚 sin in our faces?鈥
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 break any laws; I turned the boy in America.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檝e only came here to seek sanctuary and get help from Kano. Amy here鈥斺 Kamilah tries to say.
Like they were one person, the Five recoil and let out a collective sigh of surprise.
鈥淗ow do you know about Kano?鈥 Aiko鈥檚 voice is so frosty, you literally get chills. 鈥淣o one is supposed know of his existence! No one!鈥
鈥淩heya will stop at nothing to have her. To turn her into a monster to help destroy us all. She is the Bloodkeeper. As a vampire, this gives her immense powers. She can鈥檛 control them, and she needs a powerful psychic to train her to better use them to fight Rheya.鈥 Kamilah is calm outwardly, but you feel her worry of losing you again for the third time.
鈥淪he is also the only one who is resistant to Rheya鈥檚 powers.鈥 Adrian adds quickly.
A cybernetic woman makes her appearance. Lily is shocked into silence for the time being. 鈥淎 vampire that is also a Bloodkeeper? Intriguing.鈥 Her voice has a hollow whistle to it.
Kamilah looks at you with as much pride and love she can conjure, 鈥淚t is a complicated story for later, but indeed she is the first of her kind.鈥
鈥淧lease, by helping me.鈥 A beat, 鈥淯s. You will prevent your sanctuary from being taken over.鈥 You speak with a gentle urgency, trying hard to bite back your fears.
鈥淲hile, I don鈥檛 like the approach, and Kano would most definitely like to meet this generation鈥檚 Bloodkeeper turned vampire. We must consider Kano鈥檚 wishes on the matter.鈥 Henry appears more tranquil than he was earlier.
鈥淗enry!鈥 Aiko shouts, 鈥淭heir very presence brings us danger!鈥
鈥淪hove it, Aiko. You鈥檙e still bitter I left you and you know it.鈥 Kamilah barks back.
鈥淭HE VIBE I KNEW THERE WAS A VIBE!鈥 Lily JUST has to shout.
鈥淔or god sakes, Lily.鈥 Kamilah shakes her head. 鈥淪hut up, or next time I will cut out your tongue.鈥 She鈥檚 telling the truth.
You look at Lily and shake your head, 鈥淟ily. Just. Stop. I can鈥檛 even with you right now.鈥
Lily bites her lip and looks highly guilty, and you can tell she realizes she said way too much.
鈥淭akeshi,鈥 Henry goes on, ignoring the outburst. 鈥淚 take it you want to vote on it?鈥
鈥淗e gets a vote on the mess, he created?!鈥 Aiko crosses her arms. 鈥淚 should think not!鈥
Henry rolls his eyes. He seems like he is used to Aiko鈥檚 own outbursts, 鈥淚 say Takeshi takes care of them. If Kano should want to work with Amy. If not, they go back to where they came.鈥
A dark man, who was silent the whole time says, with a smile, 鈥淚 for one is delighted to see what she and Kano can get up to.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛. It has a high probability of ending in disaster.鈥 The cyborg vampire says skeptically.
(Gee thanks, cyber lady.)
鈥淭o Rheya.鈥 Kamilah frowns and says only for your group.
鈥淏ack to hell.鈥 Adrian sighs.
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Second part of my multiple whumpees series, which I decided to call "decoration only"
New and probably maybe last whumpee gets introduced in this one, with Painting still being defiant
The ending was completely unplanned and at first I wanted it to go in a different direction but my brain said "no <3" so uH
Tagging; @whump-it
-- tw;; display whump, multiple whumpees, implied noncon & noncon kiss, conditioned whumpees, dehumanising, intimate whumper, multiple whumpers, captivity whump, it as pronoun --
Painting tugged at their restraints, over and over, hoping for some form of movement. Doll silently shook its head at them聽with pleading eyes, trying to get them to stop. If Gerald saw them attempting to escape again he would be furious, he was still in a grumpy mood from them kicking his boyfriend earlier.
Painting shot it an angry look and let out a huff, finally giving up. It knew the position they were in was uncomfortable, it felt lucky not to be restrained themselves this time, but it didn鈥檛 want Painting to get in trouble. Doll had been good enough to be allowed outside the bedroom for once so it wanted to make the best of it. But if Painting started acting up and ruining the night now, Doll would have to pay for it later as well. It only wished Painting would understand that and quit resisting all the time. Hopefully if everything went smoothly, it could have a night to itself for once.
Doll didn鈥檛 want to set any expectations, events were always a gamble. If it got lucky enough its owners would get too drunk to really do anything to it, otherwise it would just get thrown around and used by them like every other night. It shuddered thinking about it. It tried to dismiss the thoughts, and enjoy what little free time they had. Doll sat down on the wooden floor with its legs crossed, staring at its bare feet. All its nails were neatly painted a light green to match Gerald鈥檚 pillows. It hated itself for actually liking them, the color was pleasant, it couldn鈥檛 deny that. It just wished it had been allowed to wear something less revealing and warmer for the event聽then a short skirt and crop top, but it supposed making it feel embarrassed was half the fun.
Doll wondered how long it had been since it first came here. It must鈥檝e been months already, it couldn鈥檛 remember its life outside of this house anymore. Or had this always been its life?
The door to the showroom swung open, and Doll immediately stood up, hands behind their back. It could hear Painting shifting on their feet next to it. It tensed up watching Brandon walk towards them, bag in hand.
鈥淒ollie! Come here, bubba.鈥 He barked.
Doll ran up and kneeled before him. It kept its eyes on his feet, too nervous to look up.
鈥淭he old hag decided to buy you a new collar for tonight, because your current one has gotten old and it would be embarrassing for us to make people think we can鈥檛 afford anything better.鈥
He reached inside the bag, taking out a pink collar with fake white flowers attached to it. It carefully peeked up and held its breath as he replaced its old collar with the new one. The collar felt more stiff and was tight against its skin, it hated it already.
鈥淭here. You look much cuter like this, dollie.鈥 He purred.
Brandon placed two fingers under Doll鈥檚 chin, tilting its head up, and pressed a kiss against its lips. It tried its best not to pull away, it felt embarrassed having to kiss him in front of someone else. Doll heaved a sigh of relief when he let go of it. It could feel Painting staring at it, but it didn鈥檛 want to see their face, the judgmental look in their eyes. Brandon slowly stroked its cheek, rubbing small circles with his thumb.
鈥淵ou look a bit red darling, something wrong?鈥
He gave it that fake, caring smile. The smile which always made it believe he cared, if only for a moment. Doll shook its head, trying to avoid eye contact. It wanted to just sink into the floor and disappear. He cupped its face with his hands, making it flinch.
鈥滸ood. The guests will be here in an hour, so get ready, bubba.鈥
Brandon gave it another kiss on the forehead and walked back out. Once he was out of sight Doll reached up to the collar, trying to get it to loosen. It whipped its head over to Painting when they tapped their feet on the ground to get its attention. Confusion was written on their face, staring at it with wide eyes. It wasn鈥檛 sure what to say to them, and turned its eyes down in shame, shrugging. It didn鈥檛 need their judgement right now.
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The room was crowded with people, making it hard for Neko to navigate with plates in their hands. They tried their best to be efficient and not make anyone upset, which became increasingly more difficult as the hours went on. Neko鈥檚 muscles were burning from running around the entire time. They silently served the guests their drinks, and moved on to the next. On their way back to the kitchen Gerald stepped in front of them, stopping them in their tracks. They bowed politely, waiting for an order.
鈥淚鈥檒l be showing off my decorations soon, so go get Flower from outside.鈥 Gerald hissed.
鈥淵es, master.鈥
Neko turned around and swiftly moved to the front door. They took a peek over their shoulder, biting their lip, before reluctantly opening it. The air outside was cold, hitting them in an instant. For a moment they stood still, taking deep breaths, admiring the sky. They didn鈥檛 want to keep Gerald waiting for too long. Flower鈥檚 white hair stood out in the dark, so they didn鈥檛 have any issues finding them. It was only when they approached that they could see the tear streaks on their face. Neko could tell the guests hadn鈥檛 been kind, they never were.
鈥淗ey, you gotta go inside.鈥
Neko reached their hand out, which Flower gratefully took. They lead them back inside, through the crowd, straight to the showroom. The change from cold to warm air made Flower shudder for a bit. Nonetheless they took their place next to Painting, sitting down in a different position. Doll took a glance at them, slowly standing up and taking its place in the corner, keeping its eyes down. Neko silently remarked how different it looked from last time they saw them. They scanned the room one last time to make sure everything was in the proper place, then hurried off to find Gerald. It took them a long minute to find him in the crowd, but eventually found him in the middle of the room, talking to Brandon.
鈥淢aster? Everything is ready.鈥 Neko said.
鈥淰ery well,鈥 Gerald clapped his hands two times, echoing through the room and silencing everyone. 鈥淚 think it鈥檚 safe to say we鈥檝e all had a lovely start to the evening, now, I鈥檇 like to show you all my latest work.鈥
Neko was already at the door, opening it so the guests could enter. Gerald and Brandon took the lead entering first, everyone else following after. They waited until the room had cleared before entering themselves, leaving one door slightly opened, just in case they had to get something. Across the room they could see Painting snarling at people getting close to them. The sight made them wince. They let out a deep sigh, already knowing how this would end for Painting. They flinched at the sudden sound of footsteps barreling towards them. In the blink of an eye Doll was standing next to them.
鈥滵o you.. need something, Doll?鈥 Neko asked, concerned.
鈥淚 felt lonely. Master said I was allowed to go to you.鈥
It avoided eye contact with them, looking in a completely different direction.
鈥滳an I hold your hand?鈥
Doll nodded, and Neko took its hand in their own. They smiled at it, they missed having contact with another person. Doll smiled back, a small smile, a kind one. They both stood silently, forgetting about the world around them. It would be okay, they were sure of it.
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