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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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HI BESTIE IMY HEBSBRBS AHH I’ve been so busy ... also recently got super sick and I’ve not been well at all ,, it’s just the flu / a stomach bug tho ! :,) hru ???

Your latest reaction was so good ,, thoughts r being thunk ?? Thinking about skz reaction to you rubbing / jerking their dicks just whenever you’re bored .. and you don’t even really notice that they’re getting off ahah IDK IT JUST SEEMS TO HOT ??

Once they cum or wtv you’re like ;) hsshbrbs

I have a dick but honestly it’s never bothered me reading ur shit directed towards a female reader ? For some reason I really like it bye 😭🤚

-🚬

BABYBOOOY WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SICK?!?! :((( Hope you’re feeling better now, i should give u some of my healing medicin aka my kisses :(( <33

Also that last bit AAh thank u T-T i try to be more inclusive but like AAAGH im always so scared that i’ll mess something up from my lack of ~ knowledge ~ BUT I REALLY TRY MY BEST >< so thank uuu for having patience for my dumb ass

ANYWAYS SPEED REACTION LEGO

warnings: skz x gn!reader. handjobs, blowjobs, cum, orgasm (m), cum eating, slight overstimulation

Bangchan

“w-what the fuck”

yeah thats his only reaction when you suddenly stick your hand down his pants, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly stroking it while big spooning him

you werent trying to get him off... more like... you wanted something to play with while watching the movie

boy would be ~ flustered ~

he’d find it interesting

why would you jerk him off if you didn’t want him to cum yk?

like that type of thoughs

but of course you can’t expect him to not react LMAO

you were fully immersed in the movie because it started to get interesting now and you didn’t notice how you started jerking him off faster.

until...

you felt something warm and wet hit your hand paired with his dick twitching

you looked at him and saw that poor boy was biting his bottom lip so hard trying to not disturb you with his moans

“did you cum?” you say, lifiting up his pants to which he yelped and put his hands over yours right at his crotch. “n-no”

Minho

be bold with this man

pull his pants down when he’s just chilling ASHASHA oh god

he doesn’t think it fair

eventhough he does the exact same to you

when he does it to you it more like he simply wants to feel you all over, not intending for you to get turned on

but make one moan and this mf thinks it a game

“how many times can i get y/n to moan”

NO OK BUT RETURNING TO YOU -> HIM

it would take sum time to get him to cum

he doesnt strike me as the sensitive type and so you could jerk him for quite a while which hey more fun for you

but ooone faithful day he was more turned on than usual leading to him cumming quicker than he usually does during one of those times where you played with his dick

stroking it, running your thumb across the tip, licking it .. you name it...

you smirk when he accidentally cums on your lips and you lick it off and he just starts complaining (yk when jisung bit his fingernail in that two kids room episode, yeah that tone)

“y-you can’t just do that!!” you start chuckling “what? mad that you came like a bitch?”

nex thing you know you’re pinned against a wall OOP sorry

Changbin

he lives for this BUT only if you give him attention

which you dont because you’re simply bored and dont want to get him off, more like... liking the feeling of having him in your hand lmao

“can you at least look at me?” you shake your head, holding his semi-erect dick in your hand “shh,,, im watching something!”

that would be the everyday conversation ahsahsha

I FEEL LIKE YOU COULD GO FOR A WHILE??!

he’d be relativly quiet as well so you wouldnt notice until he actually cums and you’re like “...wtf why is my hand sticky”

BRUH U START APOLOGIZING HASHAS HE JUST GLARES AT YOU FOR NOT GIVING YOU ANY ATTENTION

but he came anyways so..

you try to escape the situation but he’s not having it

“nah you’re not escaping now, finish what you started baby”

Hyunjin

another boy thats lives for this

why? because a) its a handjob b) he likes the thrill of not knowing when you’re bored c) because you forget what you’re doing and he likes seeing you surprised when he cums ASHAHS god bury me

would purposefully make you bored

“the wifi is down y/n,, guess we having nothing to do...w-wanna give me a handjob”

you shrug, “alright”

you’re completely lost in though, wondering when the wifi will return or what you guys should eat for dinner

suddenly he cums,,, a lot,,,

you laugh at him and he’s kind of blushing with his hair covering parts of his face.

“i-i’m pretty sure the wifi will be down for a while” ;))

Jisung

FUCK YES LETS GO

he would already just be naked infront of you at random times

like,,, whats the point in putting on clothes after the shower if he knows that you are going to sneak up on him and jerk him off yk?

but what this boy didn’t know was how you didn’t notice most of the time

your hand just having a mind of it’s own...

but you’d notice pretty quick

since this boy LOUD YALL

whiny mf

“shush!” you say, scrolling on your phone with one hand and jerking him off with the other.

you didnt intend on making him cum,,, just giving him a massage ASKKASJSKSA

he’d act all like “ppfft... you can’t make me cum from just that-”

and then shuts up because “h-hey... this feels too g-good”

not thinking he’d cum this quick you started talking to him but were quickly cut off from him letting out a long moan

“f-fuck,, y/n..h-haa,,,”

after he cums you’re like “heading to bed”

but he pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and looking at you with big doe eyes

“c-could we keep going?”

Felix

boy would be walking around, holding his crotch because he never knows when you attack

because he belong to the more... sensitive bunch of boys... HE DOESNT LIKE IT TOO MUCH

mostly because he’d cum too fast and it would leave him embarrassed (awh poor boy:(( )

thats legit the only reason LMAO

noo poor boy wants to appear all tough for you even though you’ve told him over 100 times that he doesn’t have to be, you love him for who he is yk? <33

BUT NOPE stubborn baby sets bets with you

“ok this time i won’t cum that quickly... last time was a practice round”

ASHAHSH WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY JESUS

4 minutes later... YEAH YOU GUESSED IT

and you didnt even notice?!?!

you just thought that those sounds were him in like pain ASHShHAS

because you were to preoccupied thinking watching tv

needless to say,,, he was pouty,, for a while

until you attacked again LMAO

Seungmin

ok gimmie a second,,,, i need to think

alright... he likes it BUT he’s shy

you need to give the puppy some time to warm up

do it too fast and he gets scared AHSHASH

so ok lets say that the both of you are doing,, nothing

and you just slowly feel him up and it eventually leads to you jerking him off

you’re not even aware of how good he’s feeling with your hand around his cock

“y-y/n can you stop?”

“stop what- oh”

looking down you notice that he already came, his cum coating the tip and your hand with white thick ropes

NOT THAT HE CAME FAST JUST THAT HE SUFFERED WITH THE SLIGHT OVERSTIMULATION ON HIS OWN

goddamn... seungmin is always so difficult to write for ONLY ME?!?!?

seungmin stans are already knocking on my door SORRY IM TRYING

Jeongin

BLUSHY BOY

I REPEAT; BLUSHY BOY

“w-what are you doing y/n~?” he says while your hand travels down the side of his body while the two of you were chilling in bed. “im bored” you huff out, looking him in those big brown eyes. “we can play videogames!” he says trying to make you get your hand out of his pants but you shake your head. “i wanna play with you instead”

boy would melt

painfully shy (and hard)

because you it all happened so fast??

the two of you were chilling, everything quiet and peaceful and before he knows it you’re jerking him off vigorously

he covers his face with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance of your pretty face from inbetween his fingers as you give him a handjob

you’d be too focused watching his face as almost falling asleep not noticing the boy squirming around

until you hear

“h-hghnn...”

thats his cumming sounds btw HAHSHAH IF I WASNT CLEAR ENOUGH

jesus i cant write reactions for shit BUT THEY SEEM TO BE REALLY APPRECIATED SO YEAH!

I have 2 more of these coming up oh and also remember that this is legit word vomit SO ITS NOT PROOF READ AND UHM... i’ll try to do the two other ones this week heheh ^^

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suitov · 2 years

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UTDP-like AU, but Izuru, Ryoko and Matsuda work together to disarm the bomb Junko had left under Hope's Peak as a part of deterrent/insurance against anyone incapacitating her. Izuru and Matsuda try to hide from Ryoko that she WAS Junko which becomes progressively harder as Ryoko asks more and more uneasy questions...

"It's just like in a movie!"

"What would you know about movies? You can't even concentrate through a commercial, ditzy girl."

"Well, I don't know, but in the movie don't they have to cut the red wire?"

Matsuda gestured at the electronic spaghetti that Kamukura had half scooped out of the casing. "There isn't a red wire!"

"Oh." Ryoko visibly thought about this. "Well, maybe it was a gree—"

"They're all fucking purple!"

"No, each is a different purple or blue. Duck egg, Parisian, lilac, mauve, heliotrope—"

"Shut up, Kamukura."

"This is relevant, mother," said Kamukura doggedly. "There is a fashion connection, remember?"

"Hey," bleated Ryoko, "who's that ugly boy? I thought we were here alone, Yasuke!"

"He's the same guy you asked me about a minute ago, and a minute before that!" snapped Matsuda. "Now can you please shut up? I don't want to die with your brain-dead lowing in my ears!"

"Silly Yasuke, you're not going to die. I'm here to protect you."

"From what, dumbass?"

"From..." Ryoko's eyes darted efficiently around the cramped space. "Is that a bomb over there? Wow! There's a countdown clock and everything! Just like a movie!"

Matsuda thumped his head against the basement wall, then regretted it, then stopped regretting it. After all, he wasn't going to survive to wash off the concrete dust.

"Mother, are you sure she left you no clues?"

"I don't know, Kamukura. You remember what she was like! Anything she said could've been a clue or an anagram of 'fuck bitches get money' in equal measure."

"In fact you egg me on, TK."

"Whatever. Have you figured the bomb out or what?"

"A bomb? Who would have planted a bomb?"

"Oh for the love of... nobody you know, Ryoko. Shut up."

"Stop that, mother. If we don't make use of her there was no point in bringing her along."

"H-hey!" squeaked Ryoko, flushing and holding up that damn notebook by way of a shield. (The solution wasn't in there. They'd checked.) "You'd better not be thinking about—well, I guess it's OK if Yasuke thinks about..."

"Look at this and tell me how you would disarm it," said Kamukura, as if he hadn't heard any of the preceding. Gods, how Matsuda wished he could ignore the yapping that easily.

"Ooh, look, it says nineteen seconds!"

"Focus. How?"

"Oh, well, I don't know, but if I built a bomb the right wire would always be blue. The beautiful blue of Yasuke's eyes!"

Kamukura's eyes widened. His hands moved faster than thought.

The countdown halted.

Ryoko giggled. "Look, now it says "0:00:11.037! Make a wish!"

"You don't wish on clocks, idio— holy shit. Hey. Holy shit." Matsuda pointed shakily. "Izuru, you did it?"

"Otonashi did it."

"Holy shit." Matsuda clutched himself. Alive? He was still alive?

Ryoko happily scooted over and wrapped her arms around him on top of his own. "It's Hug Yasuke Time!" she proclaimed with innocent glee. "And now I've got him he can't push me away, silly, silly Yasuke..."

"Holy shit, we're not dead," said Matsuda, burying his face in long red strands and fragile, fragile neck.

#request #yasuke matsuda #ryoko otonashi #izuru kamukura #junko enoshima #reply #matsunashi

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fromyourstrulyh · 3 years

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such an actress.

A/N: A gift from me to you. Not proofread. Enjoy. 💕

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“Y/N, love, thank you so much for coming over for dinner. I’m glad you had a wonderful time!” Anne exclaims.

You and Harry spent the night of your birthday at his mum’s in England, where she invited the two of you for dinner, a tradition the Styles family take very seriously. Anne insisted that you come too and, well, you simply couldn’t refuse an offer like that; meeting Anne and Gemma while feasting on foods that made your mouth water when you heard what was on the menu for the night. You were, quite frankly, more than satisfied and you couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend your birthday. Except you were feeling a bit homesick but you’re also grateful you spent some quality time with Harry and his family.

You were also craving for other things. Donned in his all black suit, a bit too formal for the occasion of having a simple dinner with his family on your birthday, formal casual was never his style. It was either formal or casual, there’s no in between. Seeing him all dressed up turned you on from the moment he showed up to your front door. Deep down, you wished you took him inside your place and let him have you the way he would see fit. But you knew he isn’t one to change plans so easily. So you thought to yourself that maybe you can get through the dinner without your thoughts becoming too spicy.

But then again, with him looking so deliciously handsome, you couldn’t help your thoughts. It was simple, really. Your mind went from thinking about how delicious the food Anne made was to how you want Harry to fuck you in the backseat of his car. More specifically, his white Mercedes convertible. You dreamt of it for so long but you could never admit it to Harry. But hey, one can dream, right?

“Of course! I enjoyed dinner. I really appreciate it.” You immediately reply.

“‘S not a problem, really! I appreciate your help in the kitchen too. Harry almost never helps me out which is a bummer.”

At that, you chuckle to yourself knowing damn well the reason he didn’t want to is because he didn’t want anything (and you mean, anything) to ruin his suit. You can’t blame him for wanting to look so good for the night.

But right now, you just want him to take you in the backseat of the convertible. It’s just a matter of using the right strategy to get there but, let’s be honest, it doesn’t take a lot.

The moment you and Harry enter the car, you gently tug on the sleeve of his blazer to get his attention before your mouth meets his. He softly sighs against your lips before he kisses you back. You almost melt at the softness. It doesn’t take long before things become steamy.

You tug onto the lapels of his blazer to pull you closer while Harry wraps an arm around your waist to get you as close to him as you can be. You shiver at the cool outside breeze and the contrasting heat from his skin. Even the smallest touches makes your skin heat up and Harry knows just how powerful of an effect his touch can have. You feel his growing smirk against your lips, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“H, please, let’s go home.” You mutter after pulling away from him slightly to get some air.

“Mm, sounds like a lovely idea. Can’t wait to absolutely ruin you behind closed doors.”

You gasp at his words and the feeling of his hand gripping your hip. You feel some dampness in the apex of your legs, the excitement of him giving into your needs growing.

Harry pulls away from you completely and you feel almost touch starved. You just want his hands on you already and you don’t know if you can really wait until you get home, now that you think of it.

You feel dizzy, the lightheadedness is likely to come from the alcohol you consumed or the kiss you just shared. Regardless, you have never felt more ready to see where the night takes you. Once the two of you buckle up, Harry starts the car.

“Ready?”

It was such a simple question but it has so much meaning. Not finding it in you to reply, you simply nod. “Mhmm.”

Minutes have passed and the car ride so far was nothing but silent. It was a comfortable silence. It was peaceful yet you also feel the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins. The ever growing tension could be cut with a knife.

You clear your throat to get Harry’s attention once again. “You know, you never got me a present.” You say.

“A present? Well, there anything in particular you want for your birthday?”

For you to pull over and fuck me in the backseat, please.

“Erm...no. Nothing I can think of.”

“Well, if you think of anything, just let me know. Yeah?” He mumbles as he takes a hand from the steering wheel to hold your thigh.

It probably didn’t mean much but you feel yourself becoming tense. His hand is close to feeling your wetness. You hope he can’t tell.

Harry looks over again at you before he speaks up. “Everything okay?”

You try to play it cool before you reply “Yeah, all good.”

Silence.

“Actually, do you think you can pull over? There’s something I need you to do.”

“Now? Sure it can’t wait?” Harry inquires.

You nod your head a little too eagerly. “Alright. I’ll find somewhere safe to pull over.”

Another few minutes pass and the next thing you knew, you’re parked in an almost empty parking lot to a store that’s just about to close. Harry parks the car in an empty corner of the lot for a bit of privacy and to avoid any paparazzi lurking around to expose his whereabouts for the night.

“Alright, what did you ne—“

You interrupt his question just to tug him to you, crashing your lips onto his once again. It takes a second but after the initial shock has passed, Harry kisses you back with just as much fervor. The air around you almost immediately heats up despite it being cold outside and you can’t help but moan at the contrast of the heat and coolness around you.

You pull away from his lips to get some air, far enough to get some air but close enough that your lips are just barely ghosting over his.

“Backseat.” You whisper.

In record time, Harry opens the driver seat door and runs around to the passenger side to open the door for you. He puts out his hand for you to take. You accept it and the two of you make your way to the backseat after you leave the front of the car. In the midst of it all, he is still a gentleman.

The moment the door closes and Harry gets settled in the backseat with you on his lap, your knees pressing on either side of his thighs, you resume with your previous activities. With him below you, you realize you have the upper hand having just a bit more control. And with that in mind, you grind your pelvis on his to test the waters and he groans at the sensation. Today is one of the few occasions you’re grateful for wearing a dress, particularly the black satin dress Harry has been begging you to wear since the day he bought it for you. You were always hesitant to wear it considering it was something outside your comfort zone. But you’re so glad you decided to wear it today.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Can feel ya on my trousers.” Harry moans.

You don’t say anything back. Instead, you grind on him once more and you feel both of his hands grip your hips so that they hold still. His hold on your hips is so hard you already feel the bruises forming the next morning.

“This what you wanted? Hm? This why you wanted me to pull over?”

Not being able to form words, you nod your head vigorously. You dip your head down to place kisses on his neck. Before you know it, you feel a tug on your hair (which is conveniently put up in a ponytail), forcing you to make eye contact with Harry. You moan at the slight dominance he established over you.

“I’m going to ask you again. Is this why you wanted me to pull over?” Harry asks, voice deep and rough.

“Y-yes.” You whine. You watch as another smirk forms on his face. You crash your lips onto his for the thousandth time that night at the same time grinding yourself on him, letting him know exactly what you want.

“Mmm if only everyone knew how fuckkng filthy you are for me. So sweet when really you’re just on your knees like this, begging for my cock to be inside your pussy. My pussy.” He groans.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you drag your hands to the belt buckle of his pants, quickly unbuckling his pants.

Harry watches you adoringly as you hurriedly remove his belt and pull his pants down just enough to tug him out.

You hear him groan at the relief of not being constricted by his pants. You stroke his hard-on with your hand once, then twice. Harry whines impatiently, lifting his hips up to meet your hand to get more.

Before he can ask, you pull your black lace underwear to the side (which is soaked at this point). You line up his tip to your entrance, slowly taking him in inch by inch. You both sigh at the pleasure. Once Harry is completely buried in you and you’re sat comfortably on his lap, you lift your hips until the tip is just barely inside of you before sitting back down again.

“Oh...fuck...” you say. “Shit, feels so good.”

“Yeah? Feel so snug and warm. I could stay inside of yeh forever if I could.”

The combination of him inside you and his words made you shiver. Nothing but moans, Harry’s name, and profanities tumble out of your mouth, as if they’re the only words you know. You throw head back in pleasure and Harry takes the opportunity to bury his face into your neck, kissing your sweet spot there.

“Oh my...fuck yes Harry. Just like that, please. Best birthday present I could ever ask for.

“Yeah? Having my cock inside yeh? Was going to surprise you with your present at home but someone got too excited.”

You moan at the thought. “Mmm...I’m sorry I—I just thought you looked so fucking good tonight. I can’t help it. I need you.”

At this, you feel Harry move faster, thrusting in and out of you. Harry wraps his arms around you to hold you still while he thrusts his hips up into you. The feeling makes you groan louder and louder, not giving any care in the world if any outsiders hear you. It’s the last thing on your mind: worrying if you could be heard.

You feel one of Harry’s hands makes its way up to your shoulder, tugging on the strap of your dress. You shiver when you realize he pulled down the top of dress enough for one of your bare breasts to be exposed to the outside cool air, making your nipple harden. You feel his mouth travel down to your collarbone, placing a kiss there, before finally reaching your chest, taking your exposed nipple in hi mouth.

Looking up at you, he tugs your hair once more, making your eyes once again meet his. The sensation of him inside you, thrusting in and out, and the intense eye contact is making your stomach coil, a telltale sign that you are close to coming. You gasp when you feel his fingers pinch your nipple.

“C-close. I’m so close. I’m going to cum, Harry. Please let me cum.”

Harry speeds up his thrusts, getting you closer and closer to crashing down from your release. You focus on getting yourself to your release but you just needed one more push.

As if he read your mind, Harry drags his hand that was on your chest down to the apex of your thighs, his slightly calloused fingertips meeting your clit. You jolt at the sensation of his fingers rubbing hard and fast circles on your clit, just where you need it.

“Cum.”

It was a simple command and it was all you needed to push yourself over the edge. Once you came down from your high, and you brought yourself back down to earth, the two of you just stayed there, in the backseat of the Mercedes. The white leather seats probably stained from the sex and sweat but neither of you caring. Just the two of you in each other’s arms, with your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat rhythmically.

After a few moments, you remove your head from his chest to look up at him. You see him already looking down at you.

“Thank you.” You whisper, your voice coarse and dry.

“Mmm...you’re welcome,” he says as places a kiss on your forehead. “That was only a sneak peek. Your real present is waiting for you at home.”

#this is so unedited so sorry for any mistakes but i’m going proofreading this #harry styles au #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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can you make a frat boy harry x reader where the boys were at hazs stepdads house (yeah they are famous too) and youve been hazs gf for a while and you and harry went out to skinny dip around midnight while the boys were watching a movie and then like a um scene where the girl would get eaten and stuff please?? sorry if its a bit confusing lln

Soaked

warnings: oral, female receiving

word count: 1.4k

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im so sorry this took so long! i changed it up slightly but i hope you like it!

also i would really really appreciate it if you checked out A Lifetime Of You (linked above) its my first one shot that isn’t a request!

“There she is!”

You were greeted by the sweet voice of your long-term boyfriend, Harry, and you bounded into the movie room, taking a seat beside him. The chairs were large and velvet, and it didn’t take much time to get comfy in your seat.

“So we can start the movie now?” Zayn peeked his head behind his chair, looking at you and Harry for approval. The two of you nodded simultaneously and he turned back to the large screen in front of him.

You always loved spending time at Harry’s stepdad’s house, mostly because he was absolutely loaded with money. The in-home theater you were situated in was only one of many amenities that his California mansion had to offer, and it was a nice change from the small off-campus flat you shared with your roommate. Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn all lived together in their frat house. It was great for Harry because he was living with his best mates, but both of you sort of wished you could live together.

The familiar Disney intro played out on the screen and it slowly faded to the movie, which was Tangled tonight.

The big chair was a lot comfier than you had remembered, and you found yourself dozing off within the first fifteen minutes of the movie. Harry adjusted himself to allow you to lean on him while you slept, his warm body providing a comfortable and safe feeling.

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“Bubs? Y’awake?”

You stirred slightly, your eyelids still heavy from the nap you had just been woken from. “Mhm” Your confirmation was muffled by the sweatshirt Harry was wearing that you had your face buried in. You let out a small whine of protest as Harry moved to stand up, towering over your curled-up body.

“Baby, the movies over, the boys already went t’bed.” You managed to lift your weary eyes at Harry’s words and gave him a meek smile.

“Sorry I slept through it,” you whispered, just loud enough for Harry to hear.

“Nonsense, I love cuddlin’ with y’babe.” His reassurance gave you butterflies, your body fully awake now although your actions weren’t reflecting that. “M’actually thinkin’ we could go fo’ a swim, know how much y’love swimmin’ at night.” Your entire head perked up at his suggestion, especially because he was always too tired to go for late-night swims.

You jumped up excitedly, causing Harry to step backward in shock. He chuckled at your quick change in mood and wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you to the door.

You ignored the tired aching of your muscles as Harry guided you to the pool. You turned to him in confusion, stopping his movement as well as yours. “Wait, we need swimsuits, Harry.” He just looked down at you and smirked, shaking his head before continuing to guide you outside. It took you a second to understand, but once you did a giddy feeling erupted in your tummy.

Soon enough the two of you were stripping naked beside the pool, leaving your clothes on a white lounge chair that sat by the pool. A loud splash made you whip your head around, only to see Harry’s face bobbing above the water at the deep end of the pool. You laughed as he smiled dopily at you, clearly very pleased with himself.

“Babe, c’mere, sit on the edge f’me.” He had swum to the edge of the pool, patting on the tile that bordered the edge of the water.

You pouted slightly, wishing you could get in the water with him, but you obeyed nonetheless. You sat down on the smooth surface, the freezing tile causing goosebumps to cover your bum. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, and you peered over them to look at Harry in the pool in front of you.

His large hands grabbed your calves, the metal of his rings pressing into your skin. He moved your legs to hang over the edge and into the water, a small shiver wracking your body at the cold temperature.

“Before y’swim w’me, will ye’ lemme get a taste of yeh? Been wantin’ this all day long.” His action finally made sense, and a wave of heat rolled through your body due to his dirty words. That heat was directed straight to your core, which was already quite wet from watching Harry undress earlier.

“Yes, please Har,” you breathed out. He had this effect on you like no other man had ever had, and it was hitting you like a truck.

His hands met your calves again, spreading your legs apart at an agonizingly slow pace. He was at a place in the water where he could stand perfectly well, and his head was at just the right level to put his mouth on you. He dipped his head in, starting by leaving small kisses on the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thighs. He sucked and bit over certain areas, ensuring that there would be a mark left there. “Love tasting yeh,” he spoke between each kiss he placed. “so much angel,” He breathed heavily before going back down, his kisses getting closer and closer to where you need him most. “Y’taste so sweet, y’know tha’?”

“Harry, please,” your words were choppy and breathy, your lungs having trouble keeping air as pleasure rolled through you.

“Please what love? Tell me what y’want bubs.”

“Want- I want your mouth..” Your words trailed off at the end because you were cut off by Harry’s harsh sucking on your clit. He had finally placed his mouth on your heat and you mewled at the feeling. Harry moaned in harmony with you, and you could feel the vibrations of his noises hitting your swollen button

“Fuck, just like that-” Your hand made its way to Harry’s chocolate brown curls, gripping down on them harshly. His hands rubbed on the outer portion of your thighs and you threw your head back in pleasure, placing your arms behind you to keep you from falling over.

His tongue moved from its place on your clit and dipped into you. He caressed your soft walls with his mouth, lapping up everything you had to offer. He lifted his head from you for a brief moment, sucking in a deep breath. “Y’always so good f’me, such a good girl.” His mouth found its place back on your core, his tongue dipping in and out of you as if he hadn’t eaten in a year.

His nose bumped your clit and you groaned loudly, prompting him to repeat the motion. Your legs were shaking around his head when he brought his attention back to your clit, sucking and nibbling on it softly.

“H, I- I’m close, shit,” you whined, cursing when he applied a short burst of hard pressure onto your sensitive nub. You could tell your words encouraged him, his mouth working even faster than it had been.

“Come for me Y/N, all over m’tongue.” It only took a few more seconds before you were sent tumbling over the edge, the knot in your stomach releasing and tingles ran through your body. Harry worked you down from your high, slowing his movement until coming to a complete stop.

After a few minutes, his head was no longer between your thighs, and he rested his head on the tile next to you as both of you attempted to catch your breath.

The tingling in your body had finally subsided enough that you could speak, so you turned to Harry and he did the same. “So that was your plan all along?” You smirked and pushed his shoulder playfully, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Well, it worked didn’t it?” You were the one to laugh this time, running your hands through his hair as he smiled up at you. You swiftly slipped yourself into the pool, giving your body a moment to adjust before turning to your boyfriend. He turned towards you as well, tucking some wet hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face. You leaned in for a kiss, but you were interrupted.

“You guys didn’t tell me you were going swimming!” Niall’s voice vibrated through your eardrums and your eyes widened in panic. Niall walked through the glass door and smiled at the two of you, unable to see anything but your faces. He turned his head and pointed towards the beach chair, his head tilting in confusion. “Hey, aren’t these the clothes.. oh.” His eyes opened wide and his cheeks flushed pink at the realization of what you were doing there. “I’ll just-” He pointed to the glass door behind him and ran in quickly, not allowing you or Harry to say anything.

After you were sure that Niall was gone, you turned to each other at the exact same time and burst out in a fit of laughter.

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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Our Secrets, Pt 1

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Massive amounts of SMUT

A/N: This is the follow up to my No Secrets series. I greatly appreciate the feedback received. I’ve received a lot of requests to continue this story. So, this tale picked up immediate where the last chapter of No Secrets end. It starts up right at the ‘good stuff’... below the cut.

‘Holy shit you smell so good. Can smell it. Fuck want to taste you.’

‘Feels perfect. Love your ass. Love you.’

Blood pounded in your ears. Every nerve sang, hypersensitive and electrified. You moaned as Steve’s teeth tugged at your bottom lip. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, pulling you against his bare flesh. Bucky’s cool metal hand slid down your side as he left wet, open mouth kisses over your shoulder.

Your right hand moved over Bucky’s hip, to reach back and take hold of his cock. His teeth sank against the cord of your neck. ‘Holy shit. Yes.’

“Steve,” you pulled at his hair with your free hand. “Get on the bed. Sit back against the headboard.”

He smiled against your mouth, pushing his tongue in for another deep kiss before letting you go and following your order. Bucky wrapped himself around you as soon as Steve retreated. His hand cupping your breast, the other slipping between your legs. You shuttered under his touch.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this. She’s fucking beautiful.’ Your eyes opened to lock with Steve’s. His hands moved up and down his thighs, nervous, excited.

“Bucky, baby, come on.” You gently pulled away from his hold and moved to the bed.

Crawling up from the bottom, you purposely provided Buck with a view. Back arched, knees wide, you knew you had his attention. ‘Fuck, Doll, you’re pussy is glistening. So pretty.’

You moved between Steve’s legs. ‘Oh shit. Please.’ You took his gorgeous cock in hand and he groaned. ‘Please, please, please.’ You ran your tongue up the length of him before opening your mouth and taking him deep. ‘Oh god. Feels so fucking good. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.’

‘Like heaven.’ You felt Bucky’s hands run over your ass, fingers slipping through your wetness. His tongue lapped over your cunt. ‘Yes. Fuck yes.’ You shuttered and moaned. ‘Oh yes, Doll.’ He slipped two fingers into you. ‘So fucking wet.’ You shook. ‘So sweet. Gonna make you come apart, Doll.’

“Holy shit, Buck.” Steve moaned, fisting your hair in one large hand. “Keep making her make those noises.”

Bucky’s fingers stroked against your sweet spot. His metal fingers strummed a quick pace against your clit. Wet obscene squelching sounds filled the room. Your body quivered, but he held you firm. Fire coiled. Toes curled. You’re hand tightened around Steve’s cock. Deep guttural moans ripped from your throat.

“Fuck.” Steve growled. ‘Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. So fucking good. No. Not yet.’

Bucky’s body curled over yours, tongue running up your spine. His hands never stopping. ‘I can feel it. So close. Fucking hot. Come for me, Doll. Let go. That’s it, babygirl. Come all over my hands.’

You pulled back from Steve with a cry, body exploding. “Oh shit!”

“Fuck, yes…” Bucky rocked back on his heels, watching your cunt spasm. He worked you through your orgasm, leaving you panting with your head on Steve’s thigh. You heard him suck his fingers. ‘Wow. Beautiful. Taste amazing.’

‘Holy cow. Gorgeous.’ Steve’s fingers combed through your hair. “Flip her around, Buck.”

You barely helped as they manhandled you round to face Bucky. He pulled you close, tongue diving into your mouth, sharing your taste. His fingers pulled and teased your nipple. His left hand held the back of your neck firmly, angling you to where he wanted you.

Running your hands over Bucky’s strong abs, moving down. You hummed in delight as he mentally sighed ‘oh fuck’ when your hand wrapped around his cock. Grinning wickedly you muttered against his lips, “My turn to taste you.”

“Anything you want, Doll.” Bucky smiled back.

Just then Steve lifted your hips, his face burying in your sex. A surprised rush of air escaped your lungs. “Fuck!”

Bucky chuckled, watching your expression. ‘Hell yes.’

‘God, yes. So good. Mmm. Yes.’ Steve attacked your cunt like a man starving.

“Oh my god,” you shook, head dropping. You painted sloppy kisses down Bucky’s chest. His hips rocked up, against your hand, in anticipation. By the time you wrapped your lips around him, your mouth watered. When the head of cock hit the back of your throat you were uncontrollably groaning because of what Steve was doing to you.

‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ Bucky’s fingers held back your hair so he could see your lips stretch around his girth. As your tongue worked against him, your cheeks hollowed a sucked him, his thighs tightened and toes curled. ‘Holy shit. Better than I dreamed. Fuck. No. No. No. Hold up. Oh, yes.’

You lift your head, rasping. “God, Steve, fuck me.”

“Ah, yes.” Steve moaned. You felt him move as you once again took Bucky in your mouth.

They must have shared a look. ‘This good?’ ‘Yeah, pal. Make her scream.’

The head of his cock slipped against you, teasing. You angled your hips more, silently begged. You hand slipped down to massage Bucky’s balls. Looking up, your eyes locked with his blue ones. ‘Fuck, Doll.’

Steve pressed into you and you lifted your head to groan, “holy shit.”

‘Oh god, Love. Feels so good. So good.’ Steve’s fingers dug into your hips.

The three of you fell into a steady, strong rhythm. Incoherent sounds fell from all of you, moans and groans, sighs and gasps. Skin slid on skin. The intensity grew. Heat flamed. Everything bled together.

‘Fuck yes.’

‘So close.’

‘Oh my god.’

Steve shifted his angle, slamming into you, making your quiver. Your grip on Bucky intensified, sucking harder, faster. His fingers tightened in your hair.

‘Shit. Can’t hold it. Fuck, Doll.’

You hummed in encouragement. Swallowing against his cock. Bucky’s hips snapped. ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ Then he was coming, hard and hot. You swallowed him down. He growled out. “Oh, shit, yes.”

As you lifted head, Steve wrapped one arm around your waist and the other under your arm to the opposite shoulder. His hips slammed into you hard and fast, cock hammering your sweet spot, stealing your breath. It hit fast, without warning. You snapped, shaking, coming hard.

Steve growled a long “yes, yes, yes,” and followed you over the edge, emptying himself deep in you.

You both slumped forward. Your face nuzzled into Bucky’s chest. Steve’s breath washed over your back. Little micro spasms ran up and down your body. The scent of sweat and sex filled your head. Your body felt warm sandwiched between them.

“Oh wow,” You sighed.

“Yeah.” Steve shifted to the side, pulling you with him until the three of you lay curled up with you in the middle. You lay on your back and he propped his head on his hand as he drew lazy circles on your skin. ‘Didn’t know how this would go, but I love you so much. It’s amazing.’

‘Can’t believe this.’ Bucky slid down lower and curled his body around yours. ‘I’m so happy.’

“I’m happy, too.” You giggled.

A smile bloomed across Steve’s face. His eyes shifted to Bucky and they both chuckled. Steve kissed your shoulder. “I just knew we’d be okay.”

‘Good thing I trust you, punk.’ Bucky’s hand ruffled Steve’s hair and squeezed the back of his neck. Steve just chuckled and lowered his forehead to your shoulder.

“Please say you guys are staying the night.”

“I don’t think an army could make us leave.” Bucky’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

Two days later the boys finally went back to the Compound. You wanted to go with them, but knew you couldn’t yet. As you settled into the deck chair with a cup of coffee, you tried to imagine how the day might go. After hours of conversation, the three of you decided to let the team know about the change in your relationship.

Strangely, you were the one who was uneasy about it. Steve and Bucky immediately just accepted this would be their new life, loving you. Neither of them had any doubt of the team’s acceptance. Neither of them cared about anyone else’s opinion.

You imagined Tony’s reaction to Bucky making some grand announcement about being exhausted and sexed out. It made you laugh.

Later in the day, your phone rang. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi Love,” you could hear the smile in Steve’s voice. “I miss you already.”

“Yeah, me too.” You curled your feet under you. “How are things at home?”

“Good. Sam is going to be out of commission for a while but he’ll make a full recovery.” He laughed a little. “He was a little pissed that Bucky and I had been gone so long, but we told him where we’d been. His reaction was, ah, lets just say, the nurse came in to see if he was okay.”

“So he’s okay with it?” You could help but smile at Steve’s laugh.

“Oh yeah. Well, he wanted to know way more details than I’ll ever give him.”

“Please tell me you stopped Bucky.” You laughed.

Steve laughed harder. “Actually, Buck threatened to put his leg in a cast if asked those kinds of questions again. Wanda wasn’t surprised at all. I don’t think Nat was either.”

“What about Tony?”

“Tried to joke about sound proofing the walls of my suite, at least until Bucky honestly asked if he could.” Steve sighed, his mood changing. You could hear the quiet music he also played in his office until he spoke again. “Sweetheart, we got an assignment.”

“How long?” You didn’t mean to sound so despondent.

“Don’t know. Could be a little more than a week.” His voice dropped. “We’re wheels up in a couple hours.”

“Who’s on the team?” You tried to swallow down your disappointment.

“Me and Buck.” Steve sighed. “Nat, Clint and Tony will join us in a couple days.”

“Okay.”

“I think we’ll be able to call, though. It won’t be a communications black out this time.” Steve offered. You heard someone behind him.

Bucky’s distance voice asked, “That our girl?” It warmed your chest.

“Yeah, here.” Steve handed over the phone.

“Hey Doll.”

“Buck, you playing nice?” You tried to tease, but knowing they were leaving so soon dampened your mood.

“Only when I have to.” He teased. “Listen, Beautiful, you stay safe and rest up. This won’t take too long and when we get home we’re going to fuck you into a coma.” You heard Steve say his name in the background. “What? Okay, unconsciousness.”

You laughed. So did he.

“I mean it, Doll. No driving into town. Just stay safe until we get home.”

“Promise. You do you’re best to meet me back here and not in the ER.”

“Deal.”

“Love you, you know.”

“You too, Doll. Here, I’ll see you soon.” He handed the phone to Steve again.

“Sweetheart.” Steve’s voice took over. “We’ve got to get going. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“See you as soon as we get home.”

Getting off the phone you went to the kitchen to put the extra steaks back in the freezer before they defrosted. No making dinner for the boys tonight.

A week turned into to two. You were beginning to get anxious, not because the mission had you scared, but because it was tedious. It was purely selfish. You just wanted them home.

The temperature outside began to drop, so you abandoned your book on the porch and went in search of a sweatshirt. Steve’s dark blue zip up hung over the chair in the bedroom. You pulled it on. Even though his scent faded, it still felt good to put something of his on.

For a minute of you just snuggled into his sweatshirt, breathing it in and remembering the scent, the feel, of him… of both of them. Finally, you decided to return to your book.

“Hey.”

You screamed.

Bruce jumped.

You both stared at each other.

You had not heard him coming at all.

‘Doll?!’ Bucky’s thoughts hit your mind moments before he burst through the front door.

“What the hell?” You looked back and forth between the two men.

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luhlust · 4 years

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Hey, uh idk if I asked this already but can you do a Hatsuharu x Reader based on episode 4 season 2 of Fruits Basket? Because, in that episode Hatsuharu had his meltdown. But instead of him having a meltdown because of Rin it’s because you two and dating and had an argument? And uhm basically instead of him grabbing Tohru, he grabs you. And Kyo like punches him bc y’all are good friends~ and the ending is all fluffy and him apologizing for the argument or whatever. (Sorry if this is confusing)~~

Choose Me

Anime: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Soma Hatsuharu x Reader

Overview: Hatsuharu has been spending a lot of time with Rin making you, his girlfriend, jealous ending up with a huge rampage.

Note: I KNOW YOU SAID INSTEAD OF RIN IT SHOULD BE THE READER BUT I THINK IT'S CUTER THIS WAY. I hope you don't mind~ PLUS IM DONE WITH ALL THE REQUIREMENTS AND IM STILL STUDYING BUT THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST AND I CAN'T HELP BUT WRITE IT. I love Hatsuharu so much.

•-–-•

You really understand Hatsuharu's relationship with Rin. Maybe, a little too much. You were there for him afterall, helping him cope up with her behaviour, letting him cry on you, you supported Hatsuharu. You love him.

You grew to love him just by being together with him was enough for you so when Hatsuharu confessed he too, fell for you, you couldn't believe it, until his lips touched yours, cloud of smoke blinded your eye, laughing as you stared at his Ox form.

You knew Hatsuharu would need a lot of time to fully move on from Rin so you were okay with letting Hatsuharu settle the phase for your relationship.

Lately, Hatsuharu has been spending less time with you to take care of Rin who once again, escaped from the hospital. You didn't mind how he would abruptly go to her side, you didn't mind how he called you to cancel your plans with a short apology, you didn't mind if he kept choosing her over you.

That is before you reached your tipping point.

When Hatsuharu went back to your shared apartment, he really just wanted to sleep. Rin's words continued to ring in his ear, he is beyond exhaustion. He is not in the right state to hear your complaints.

"So, I just want to have your time! I bought us some tickets to th-" "God, can you just please shut up!"

Hatsuharu glared at you, slamming his bag across the room. Your throat suddenly became dry, hands balled into a fist. Hatsuharu immediately wanted to punch himself for bursting on you like that, he was just so annoyed but even he, himself knew it was not a good excuse.

"(y/n)..." He fumbled on his words, what can he say in a situation like this? He wanted to comfort you, his hands were shaking. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you walked passed him and entered the bedroom, leaving Hatsuharu to contemplate on his actions.

"Fuck.." He clicked his tongue.

Hatsuharu grabbed a bottle of water and drank to calm himself down. When he heard the door opened, he turned around and was ready to apologise but his eyes trailed to the duffel bag you were carrying.

"Where are you going?" He questioned softly, even if he already knew the answer. He was hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. "Away." You smiled at him, masking your emotions like you always did.

"Let's break up, Haru. No, Sohma-kun." Hatsuharu's eyes widened, speechless. You took his silence as a que to leave. Mustering up all your strength, you grabbed the doorknob, twisting it to open the door. Hatsuharu acted fast, he slammed the door close, trapping you against it.

"No. You're not going anywhere! C-Can't we fix this?" His voice cracked, he can't let you leave him. You were the only one who understood him, only one who accepted him as a whole! "Please...(y/n)..." Tears streamed down his face, the sight of him broke you more, you had to be strong. Cupping his face, you wiped his tears, trying to soothe him.

"I'm sorry Haru. You kept on choosing her and I kept on choosing you." Biting your lip, you kissed his forehead, Hatsuharu melted against your touch.

"Let me choose myself this time."

Hatsuharu felt like time slowed down as you slipped away from his grasp.

The door closed and he broked down.

He hasn't heard from you for a week.

It was difficult to be away from him, everything just screamed for you to go back and wrap your arms around him. You stayed with Kyo for the mean time, telling them that your apartment was undergoing a few construction and Hatsuharu decided to stay at the main state.

They really didn't question you a lot, you were that good at lying and hiding plus they are your friends too. You continued on with your life, trying to distract yourself. You were currently asked to bring some materials to Tohru's room. "Oh, (y/n)! That looks heavy!" She mused, standing up to help you settle the materials on the teacher's desk.

You stayed for a while, laughing at how they teased Kyo with Tohru. Sometimes you just want to smack the two at how oblivious these two are to their feelings. Seeing them, reminded you of Hatsuharu. Your heart dropped, spacing out of the window, you wondered if he's doing well.

There's something off about the day, you just felt anxious, like something bad is going to happen.

"Oh, Haru turned dark and is currently on a rampage during the homeroom!" Momiji grinned. "What? Why didn't you say earlier!?" You and the others dashed out of the room, bumping towards several people.

You could hear him breaking the windows, the other students and teacher were ourside frightened. You entered the room, everything was a mess.

Kyo immediately tried to talk some sense into him. "Shut up stupid cat. You're very existence causes trouble for us, all! Stupid cat!" His remarked annoyed Kyo immediately.

"Haru, I don't know why you're causing a rampage, but you shouldn't do that here." Hatsuharu clicked his tongue. You knew this was your fault, you knew why he was angry. Seeing him at this state, made you doubt if your decision was right. "Princess Yuki is such a worry-wart. Afraid I'll accidentally transform on my rampage?" His eyes met yours, a frown replacing his smirk.

"What? You're here? How lame." You stepped closer, hands up in surrender. "Haru, stop it. Calm down." Your voice angered him even more. "Stupid. Stupid. So damn, stupid! You're so twitchy, you'll feel a lot better if everyone would know." He reached out to you, grabbing your arm roughly.

"H-Haru...it hurts..." His grip around you tightened, pulling you closer until Kyo punched him. "I don't care what's your problem but is that how you should treat your girl?!" Kyo placed you behind him, shielding you from Hatsuharu.

"What's it to you? She's not my girl anymore." Hatsuharu's words struck you, you felt yourself losing your composure. "Oh I see. You went for the kitty cat didn't you? I shou-" You cut him off with a slap. His cheeks immediately became swollen, everyone stood shocked at the scene. "Enough, Haru..." You walked out of the room, eyes following you everywhere.

Your steps became faster as the time passed, slowly turning into a full sprint. You didn't know where you were going, you just wanted to get out of there.

The teacher managed to settle the issue down by pouring water to both of them, calming Hatsuharu in a snap. After some counselling, Hatsuharu met up with the others, apologizing for his behavior before noticing you were not there. "Where's (y/n)?" He managed to choke out, it was clear to them that he was very anxious.

"She ran out and we haven't seen her since earlier." Tohru answered, fidgeting, not knowing how he would react.

Hatsuharu excused himself, wanting to look for you. You couldn't have gotten that far, he knows you enough to know where you would go. He reached the door to the rooftop, staring at it blankly. You were crying, he was sure of it, so why can't he just open the damn door?

He was scared.

Scared of what you would say to him, scared to lose you more.

"Triple shit." He cussed, letting the door open, hands shielding his eyes from bright rays. He immediately saw you sitting down, music blasting through your phone.

Your eyes were closed but you knew he was there, a shadow loomed over you. You refused to open your eyes, you too were afraid.

Is this what happens when you fall inlove? Is this what love really is? To be afraid of one another yet still want to cling to one another even knowing the fact that they can hurt you anytime?

Hatsuharu doesn't care about anything anymore, he can't let you go, he could never let you go. You were more important to him, he was just selfish. He couldn't let go of the past but he wants a presen and a future with you.

Hatsuharu is more than willing to put his past behind and put you first, that's what he realised during those days of solitude.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him, still being wary of not hugging you to close in order to prevent himself from transforming despite how startled you were. "Haru...?" You whispered, hands automatically finding its way around his body.

"Ah, I know now.." He smiled, enjoying the way your body tangled. "Home. I never realised it before. (y/n), you're my home." He buried his head against your neck, letting himself succumb to your scent.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for not being a good boyfriend. I know, I don't deserve you but you can count on me to make me deserve you, if you let me. Will you let me back?" You stared at him, nodding softly, before leaning in for a kiss.

Hatsuharu pulled you closer, his hand behind your head, deepening the kiss. It was desperate but passionate, the two of you missed each other. You love him, even if it hurts.

But is it really love if it doesn't hurt at all?

Your back was against the concrete, Hatsuharu straddled you, pinning you down as he continued to place kissed along your neck. "H-Haru! We can't do this he-ahh." Smirking upon seeing the purple hue on your neck, you smacked his chest. "But (y/n), let me show you how much I love you." He pouted, why did he have to be cute. Your fingeres played with his two-colored hair, you're really an idiot to this idiot.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it in closed doors will 'ya?" You stiffened, seeing Kyo and Yuki in the other side with a small tint of pink dusted on their cheeks. You immediately became flustered unlike Hatsuharu who calmly complained. "You guys are a cockblocker."

Tohru peered in, confused at why they are standing si stiffly. "Kyo? Yuki? Did you find the-" "IDIOT! DON'T LOOK!"

Hatsuharu had to leave to continue talking with his parents. He got suspended for a week while you were "sick" for a week as well.

Hatsuharu made it up to you for a whole week, assuring you that you will now be his first choice. You didn't have to worry about Rin anymore becuase everytime he needed to visit her, it was with you. He would always shield you if things became a little complicated, covering your ears when she said spiteful words, making me drag you out. That was the last time he visited Rin.

Now he's very clingy to you! Devoting his time and energy to you and only you. "(y/n), why are you too close with Yuki. I don't like it." Hatsuharu held you close, glaring at Yuki who just let out a sigh.

"Love birds."

#fruits basket #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #hatsuharu sohma x reader #haru x reader #fruits basket scenarios #fruits basket x reader

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concussed-to-pieces · 3 years

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The Mettle Of A Man; Part Sixteen

Fandom: Fallout (4)

Pairing: Eventual Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: A very special shoutout to @anonymouscosmos for all of their encouragement and support! You are a god among insects. I’d also like to thank the discord chat for enduring my nonsense, as ever. Enjoy!

Part One: ArcJet

Part Two: The Prydwen

Part Three: Orders

Part Four: Finding Brandis

Part Five: Weston Water And Oberland

Part Six: Meeting Preston And Matthew

Part Seven: Radstag And Radstorm

Part Eight: The Return To Sanctuary Hills

Part Nine: Domestic Ruminations

Part Ten: Institutionalized

Part Eleven: Two Weeks, Three Days

Part Twelve: Haylen’s Warning And The Glowing Sea

Part Thirteen: Under Fire

Part Fourteen: Dichotomy

Part Fifteen: The Litany Trial

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains graphic depictions of gore and detailed descriptions of previous abuse. Stay safe!]

Her head had been blown open, or at least it felt that way. The explosion was so close to her face that her helmet had just peeled off like it was made out of shrapnel-laden papier-mâché.

Sergeant Shaun 'Lucky' Cathan was flat on his back hardly a foot away from her, pinned under the weight of the debris that was slowly crushing his armor.

She couldn't move. Her arms and legs wouldn't respond. That blow to the head had been nearly fatal. She was trapped on her stomach, inches from him.

"Backhand-" Cathan choked, his voice wet. His gauntlet fumbled for her own, large metal fingers gripping her hand. "End of the line for me, eh Handy?"

She gurgled something, trying to talk. One eye still worked. Barely. It felt like it was full of glass every time she forced herself to blink. It was too dark to see much anyway, even if she squinted. Her head throbbed with the beat of her heart.

"Save--your strength, Vega." Cathan instructed.

She wasn't sure what strength he was even talking about. Her armor felt like it had collapsed down on her spine. "Sir-" Vega managed to say. "S'been an honor-"

"Don't give me that-- shit , Vega." Cathan chuckled. "I was just another dog of war. You'll get out of this. Go back to that man of yours, have a few kids, live your life." He coughed, wheezing, "my time is up, Handy."

"No, no I'm-" Backhand tried to pull him closer, tried to get upright. Pain jolted down her back and legs and she halted, trembling. "I c-can't leave you here, Sarge." She groaned, knowing deep down that it was futile but refusing to give up .

Cathan's grip tightened briefly. "It's alright, Handy." Her CO murmured. "It's alright. Make sure Tabitha has me buried on American soil. Or chuck my ashes in the harbor, yeah? Piss off all those Cambridge fucks." He chuckled.

Backhand nodded as best as she could, the tears stinging painfully against the flayed skin of her face. "I will. Promise."

The rubble overhead creaked and groaned, dust falling down on top of them. "Won't be long now." Cathan mused faintly, "Not long at all…"

…

Danse struggled to sit up and roll Vega onto her back. His own injuries faded to the background of his mind as she laid unresponsive, blood slowly pooling in the dirt beneath her left side. Her mouth opened and closed in a spasm; her eyes had rolled back in her skull and her fingers twitched erratically.

Have to hold pressure. Stop the bleeding. Danse numbly pressed his shaking hands down on her side just below her ribs, his body suddenly awash in a cold sweat as he realized just how much blood she was losing. He could almost hear Haylen rambling about the arteries, internal bleeding, penetrating damage, Worwick and Brach and Dawes and Keane and Danse felt like he was going to be sick.

"H... Haylen! " He yelled desperately. It was the only thing he could think to do.

Then, against all odds, startling the everliving daylights out of him, Vega sat up . " Oh , you fuckin' asshole! " She hollered at Maxson around Danse's body while the paladin scrambled to attempt to stem the flow of fresh blood that her motion sent spurting out. "You really fuckin' shot me?! You're the worst kind of dick! "

Danse was flabbergasted. Her state was clearly compromised, how was she even conscious-

"Fuck!" Vega growled in pain, dropping her forehead to rest on Danse's chest. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck you, you told me Danse was fuckin' dead, you liar! You expect me to just stand by and let you kill him in front of me?!" She continued to rant at Maxson, her voice muffled somewhat by Danse's shirt. "You dumb fuckin' prick, you stupid fuckin' dipshit motherfuck son of a cockass! This ain't exactly my first time gettin' fuckin' shot, you fuckin' fuck!"

Danse realized that Arthur hadn't said a damn thing, possibly just as bewildered and awestruck by Elizabeth's impressive grasp of blue-streaked vernacular as he himself was.

"Paladin Brandis, if I may…?" Haylen's voice was almost inaudible over Backhand's continued snarling. Danse jerked his attention away from Elizabeth, trying to blink the sweat out of his eyes in order to determine the field scribe's location.

"Scribe, get the hell back behind the line!" Maxson barked.

Heavy footfalls heralded the arrival of Rhys and Haylen, the knight using his power armor like a shield to protect the scribe as if they were out in the field. Haylen was suddenly there , on her knees in the gravel next to Danse and Elizabeth. The paladin's eyes were now blinded with tears of gratitude and he huffed out a breath. "Danse, I'll get to you in a second." Haylen said softly, patting his hand. "Let me have her, okay?"

"Haylen, I…" the large man didn't know what to say, his words failing him. He clutched pitifully at the scribe's hands, sure that he was gripping too tight.

"I've got her, Danse. It's okay." Scribe Haylen soothed.

"Yeah Danse, s'okay." Backhand said blearily, "s'Haylen, she's great. We love Haylen." Her head lolled back like it was too heavy for her to hold up. "Haylen made sure I got to eat and stuff."

" What? " Danse rasped.

"The tactics Elder Maxson used during her incarceration…" Haylen trailed off, grimacing and then continuing in an undertone, "I made sure Rhys smuggled in something for her when he brought Brandis' meals."

"Vega, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry." Danse apologized needlessly, resting his forehead against Elizabeth's as he supported her neck. "I didn't think anything would happen to you. I...I didn't think in general, I guess." He admitted.

Vega smiled . "Hey, I'd say whatever shit I went through was a pretty decent tradeoff for finding out that you didn't bite it after all." She slurred. "Missed you."

" Christ , Vega." Danse muttered in dismay, fighting to untie her hands. Haylen took over after a moment, the scribe's fingers infinitely more steady than his own.

"I need a Stim and a bloodpack!" Haylen announced after examining Vega's abdomen, looking up worriedly.

Not a soul moved. The only sound was the noise of Maxson wriggling in the grip of the armored knight who finally had him secured. "Listen to the scribe!" Brandis shouted to the mute crowd. "You have a sister bleeding in front of you and you would be still and silent? Where are the brave, compassionate soldiers I once knew? Knights! Scribes! Are you not Brotherhood?"

Two aspirants finally elbowed their way through the throng, making a wide berth around Maxson. One of them bore a large canvas bag. "Good, good work. Drop it here." Haylen instructed, unrolling her field kit. "Can I get a scribe with steady hands and another knight for the opposite side?" She called.

A knight thundered past Maxson, the man throwing Danse of all people a haphazard salute before he took up his post at the other end of the group. Maxson practically seethed with rage. "Knight, how dare you salute that--that thing! "

"That thing is still Paladin Danse of the Brotherhood of Steel, Maxson." Brandis growled. "He won the trial fair and square."

"I will not allow it to live!" Maxson shrieked hysterically, struggling against the iron hold of the knight bear-hugging him. "I don't care how many of you I have to take down, Danse dies today! "

"Maxson!" Brandis chided. "Do you even hear yourself? You sound insane! Think about what you're saying before you do something you'll regret!"

"Not before he dies! "

"Which would you rather be known as, Maxson? The abuser or the synth fucker?" Maxson froze at the sound of Danse's voice. The burly paladin shot the elder a bloodied sneer, his head tilted to the side at an almost arrogant angle. "After all, you got fucked by a synth." What the hell was he saying? Danse felt unhinged , words flippant, his tired limbs barely cooperating as he forced himself up on his knees and then to his feet. "You let a synth fuck you, Arthur."

" Abomination -"

"You ordered a synth to fuck you." Danse reminded him, voice grating as his words came faster. "Demanded it to fuck you. Abused it. Threatened it with a certain death mission if it didn't. Then gave it that mission anyway." Danse rubbed at some crusted blood beneath his blackened right eye, grimacing. "Does it make it better if you didn't know I was a synth? Because then , you have to justify the reality that you molested a soldier in a compromised emotional state utilizing your privileged position of authority. Can you accept that , Maxson?"

"You...Maxson, is this true?" Brandis asked incredulously.

"That thing is clearly lying!" Maxson scoffed, looking around at the spellbound crowd like he expected everyone to agree with him. "Dammit, I am the elder -"

"Did you hope that I would die out here, Arthur? Or did you assume that I would come crawling back to the Capital Wasteland after my inevitable failure in the Commonwealth?" Danse cut him off bitterly. "Did you think I would be easier to break once I had lost everything , Maxson?"

"He always fights with Danse!" A tiny squire chimed in. Danse hadn't realised that Maxson had Ingram summon the damn children to watch their trial. "We heard them fight!"

"Silence, brat! " Maxson screamed, his face purpling with fury. "I am the elder of this chapter, last of the Maxson line, and I will be given the respect I deserve! "

"Cade's records can verify my story!" Danse shouted hoarsely for everyone to hear, his shoulders heaving with emotion. "Every time we engaged, I did not escape unscathed. Nearly every injury was documented. The dates will align with high-stress situations, and I'll stake my life on there being a long stretch of shit mood during the absence of your preferred punching bag, Elder! "

" Liar! "

"Abuser!" Danse yelled in reply, "murderer! You killed Cutler, through your biased orders! You killed Knight Astlin, Scribe Farris, Knight Varham! You killed my brothers and sisters!" Danse's fists clenched tight enough to ache. "And for what, Arthur? For a synth? Or for a man that had no interest in you? Either way, I refuse to accept their blood on my hands, Maxson!"

" You killed them and you know it!" Maxson shrieked, kicking his legs desperately. "All you had to do was obey me, Danse! Was your pride worth their lives?"

"There was once a time in my life where I would have done damn near anything you asked of me." His anger petering out, all Danse felt now was weary and bruised. "I loved the Brotherhood, Maxson. I still do. But the path we have taken under your leadership is heinous."

"Don't you dare to lecture me about devotion, you mechanical mockery! " Maxson retorted.

"This body may be synthetic, but my heart and mind…" Danse paused, saluting once more. " Those belong to the Brotherhood, Maxson. To my brothers and sisters in arms. Nothing can change that. Not even the knowledge of my true identity."

"That's what you think!" Arthur flailed in the knight's grip, trying in vain to escape. No doubt so he could pitch himself at the paladin one final time.

"Elder Maxson, through your words and through your deeds, I deem you unfit to lead our chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel at this point in time." Brandis announced abruptly. "As the senior ranking officer, I, Paladin Brandis, will function as the interim elder until we receive proper instructions from our superiors." He removed his helmet, staring down at Arthur sternly.

The young man was quite the pitiful sight, bedraggled from trying to beat Danse within an inch of his life as well as from his struggling afterwards. He still looked mad enough to kill, those blue eyes almost crackling with pent-up fury. "You planned this, didn't you?!" His paranoia on full display, Maxson made no attempt to maintain any sort of composure. "Just how many synths have infiltrated our chapter? Well Brandis?! "

"Arthur, that's enough ." The senior paladin said in reply, his tone measured. "Don't make an even bigger fool of yourself. Bow out while you still have some dignity." He sighed. "Perhaps the stress of this campaign has been too heavy of a burden to bear for you. I sympathize, but I cannot permit you to carry on in this manner, Maxson." Brandis raised his eyes, scanning the crowd. "Cade! Knight-Captain Cade, please see to Maxson. He is obviously unwell."

…

Vega flickered in and out of consciousness. The weeks of abuse culminating in this final (though inadvertent) attempt to end her seemed to have nearly been successful. She only barely remembered Haylen treating her wound, mumbling out an apology to the younger woman for leaning so much weight on her. She caught snippets of Danse and Maxson shouting at each other, bits of the trauma that Danse had endured coming tumbling out and making Vega wish that she wasn't half-dead so she could at least flip Maxson off.

" Rest , Vega ." Haylen had ordered. " You need rest ."

And really, who was Backhand to refuse?

When next she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a canvas ceiling overhead. Vega squinted a little at the brightness of it. How long have I been out for?

"Welcome back, General." That familiar voice snapped her out of her staring contest with the tent above her and she rolled her head to the side, unable to help her smile at the sight of Danse. Still a little bruised and banged-up, but alive .

Tears streaked down her cheeks and Backhand wished that she could have stopped them, sniffling loudly and covering her face.

"General Vega, there's no need for that." The paladin chided her softly. Something bumped against her knuckles and she realized after a second that Danse was attempting to give her glasses back.

Vega accepted the glasses mutely, grabbed Danse's hand and used his arm as leverage to pull herself up off the cot.

"Wait, Elizabeth you-" The paladin began to protest, rising to his feet to stop her. Her legs nearly gave out but Danse managed to steady her, one large hand splayed on the small of her back. "You shouldn't be upright yet, Vega." He scolded.

I missed you. I thought you were dead. The words tangled up in her mouth and instead Backhand mumbled, "I thought I missed you." Danse's brows furrowed in confusion and she hurried to correct herself, "I mean--I...I thought you were dead!"

"I needed some time to regroup. Straighten my head out. Heal." The paladin explained quietly. "The O'Brians nursed me back to health."

"What happened , though?"

"What happened to you , Vega?" Danse asked instead, gripping her elbows carefully to keep her upright.

Backhand shrugged weakly. "Maxson thought I knew you were a synth."

" I didn't even know I was a synth." Danse huffed, thick eyebrows raising once again. "How on earth would you have known?"

"Maybe he was going on a witch hunt, trying to get me to confess even though I wasn't guilty of anything." She closed her eyes as she mumbled, "I missed you."

"I thought of you every day." Danse replied bluntly. Her head shot up and she stared at him, watching as a flush crept up his neck. "I er, I...I am not good at these sorts of things," he admitted. "But it's true. I thought of you and...and of your son. Of the life you should have had. When Preston tracked me down, we realized that something must have gone wrong. So I...came back."

Oh . She hated the disappointed pit that yawned open in her stomach. She should have known that he wasn't thinking of her in the same way that she had thought of him.

Backhand rested her forehead on his chest, willing her tears to abate. "We need to get them out of the Institute." She said thickly. "All of them. Anyone that will come, Danse."

"I think you and I should speak to Pal-- Elder Brandis. He has expressed interest in working with the Minutemen." Danse sighed heavily, then continued, "I cannot recommend that we work exclusively with the Brotherhood. There are years of prejudice that have been beaten into these men and women. The allowance of my presence is a show of good faith, but I don't know if I trust the rank and file to storm the Institute without turning it into a massacre." He gave her a wry smile. "I cannot blame them. Even knowing what I am now, it's going to take me some time to remove my knee-jerk reaction."

"There's always something else to do." She wasn't trying to complain , but God she was tired .

His facial hair brushed against her forehead, scraping the skin lightly. "I know. What was it you said in the Glowing Sea? 'A run ashore'?" He queried while giving her forearms a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort her.

"I thought you were dead." She hadn't meant to say it again, watching his eyes go dark and kicking herself for bringing it back up.

"I suppose I was, for a time." Danse murmured, his expression troubled.

"I... please don't do that to me again." Vega begged. Her hands fisted in his fatigues, wrinkling the worn fabric. "This is going to sound really dumb and really selfish, but please . Don't."

"When you thought I was dead, did you..." Danse hesitated. "I mean, did you really miss me? I'm not even...well, I'm not a..." He cast his eyes around, narrowing them like he was physically searching for the word he wanted to use. "Human." He finally managed to say, the admission obviously paining him. "I'm a freak of nature, Vega. A perversion of science and an example of where mankind has gone wrong--"

"Danse." Backhand cupped his jaw, her palms smoothing over the bristle of his stubble as she coaxed him to look at her. "No offense, but you cannot be this stupid."

"What do you mean?" The paladin asked, his confusion endearingly evident. "I'm not...how am I being…?"

Backhand blinked. Maybe he could be that stupid. "You're probably the most human person I've ever met, Danse. The way you care about your squadron, the way you've helped me...look, I wasn't upset about you being a synth, I was upset about you being dead ."

"Oh." Danse breathed. "Really? You... really? Me being a synth wasn't…?" His words kept faltering, uncertainty shining through with every hitch.

" You , Danse. I cried about you being gone ."

"Elizabeth…"

"So don't you dare scare me like that ever again, got it?" Backhand leaned forward, boldly pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"I--yes. Understood, Knight. Uh, General." Danse stammered, his fingers absently touching the spot she had kissed. "W-We should...go speak to Elder Brandis. If you believe you can walk a short distance? I know better than to ask you to stay put and be patient."

"Permit me the usage of your arm to keep me upright and yes, we can absolutely go."

...

Please don't do that to me again .

She had missed him, she said. She had mourned him, even. Cried over him. Danse's head was spinning.

How could that even be possible? How could she...he was a machine .

No time left to consider such weighty problems, unfortunately, as he found that far too soon the two of them were approaching what had formerly been Maxson's quarters and now served as Brandis' war room.

"Ad Victoriam, Paladin Danse and General Vega!" Elder Brandis greeted them warmly with a loose salute, gesturing around the war table afterwards. "Kells, Cade, Ingram, Quinlan, Doctor Li, I trust you all need no introductions?"

The briefing was, as they usually were, tedious. Nothing brief about it, if he was being brutally honest. Vega held her ground though, which was all he really needed.

"You boys aren't tyrants or fuckin' warlords. Not while I have any sort of say in the matter." She said sharply. "If you want Minutemen support, we are working as a team and the Minutemen have uninhibited access to all information as it is gathered. That means we'll need Quinlan's full cooperation." She held up a hand, staving off Quinlan's outburst. " Only in regards to the Institute. We don't want your super-secret Spec Ops sealed Brotherhood case files, so don't get those boxers in a bunch." Cade snorted and Proctor Quinlan looked absolutely scandalized, even as he grudgingly nodded.

"Now, General, this is all well and good but what does the Brotherhood get out of this bargain?" Kells asked pointedly. "As far as I can see, we're the integral piece in this plan."

"' As far as you can see ' is an apt phrase, Lancer-Captain Kells." Backhand's tone was cool. This was General Vega for certain, the woman who had whipped the Minutemen back into shape. "Because what you can't see are the rest of my operations. The Minutemen aren't the only force I have at my disposal, just the most obvious." She leaned in a little, her eyes cold as ice behind the lenses of her glasses. "Do you really want to test me on my home turf, Kells? After everything that's happened?"

"Not testing you, General Vega." The lancer-captain clarified, "simply identifying what seems to be an imbalance in the negotiations."

"I got you Doctor Li." Vega retorted. "Without her, your Liberty Prime would still be a pile of junk. I've gotten your scribes tons of information to sift through, I've done everything the former elder asked of me."

"Lancer-Captain Kells, if I might also interject?" Danse asked hesitantly, cringing on the inside as everyone turned to look at him like they had forgotten he was even there. Kells inclined his head after a moment. "Sir, we cannot be so quick to discredit our position. Due to our aerial location, we will be within the perfect striking distance to any sort of localized, above-ground assault."

"I am more than aware of our position, Paladin . But that does not negate the fact that we have a much larger stake in this than anyone else-"

"Larger than the locals who have been getting body-snatched for years?" Vega cut him off. "Let's not forget that myself and your new elder were starved and tortured for weeks , while the rest of you sat around and twiddled your thumbs out of fear and respect." She spat. "Don't fuckin' come to me with your scale-tipping bullshit . It took a synth to make you all sack up, and I don't intend to let you forget that." The woman straightened up, looking grim. "I'm not giving you anything else. You can either work with us, or you can keep pitching yourself against the Institute until they've all slipped away and you're left with nothing but an empty facility and unanswered questions."

"She's right." Doctor Li affirmed tersely. "They won't just wait around to be pummeled. This isn't the Enclave. The board of directors will do everything in their power to avoid you and waste your resources at the same time."

"We cannot afford to entrench ourselves in a drawn-out assault, Kells." Brandis reasoned. "When we strike, we have to do it decisively. Give it everything we've got and cut off the head."

Kells nodded, seeming satisfied. "Understood, Elder Brandis. I meant no disrespect, General Vega."

"None taken. I'm still recovering from getting the shit kicked out of me, so my manners aren't up to par quite yet." Vega rested her elbows on the table, steepled fingers tapping her chin. "I won't take anything from you that you're unable to give, Lancer-Captain Kells. If I can avoid using the BoS altogether, I will." She murmured, tilting her head. "I need to get in touch with some people before I can offer anything concrete, but once Lieutenant Garvey knows I'm alive I'm sure the rest will learn fast. We'll rally and plan accordingly."

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Ingram asked eagerly. "C'mon Vega, let's head to the comm deck and get things squared away!"

"Excellent plan. You two are dismissed." Brandis agreed, making a shooing gesture at the two women. Once they had departed, he turned his attention to Cade. "Do you have faith in our medical capabilities, Knight-Captain?"

Cade nodded. "We had been planning to attack them head on anyways, Brandis. If we're truly going in a little less 'shock and awe', we may actually tip more towards over-prepared."

"I'm not certain how useful their teleporter will be to us once we get inside. I'm sure they'll lock it down with great expedience. However there is another possible egress." Quinlan spread the old blueprint out on the war table, fingers indicating a small service tunnel. "Now, if their measurements are accurate, power armored troops will not fit in this tunnel. But unarmored individuals most certainly will. This includes any…" he hesitated, like he was preparing himself to say it, "... refugees , or non-hostile denizens."

Quinlan referring to synths as anything but had Danse's head spinning. Vega was an absolute marvel .

"It will be heavily guarded." Doctor Li warned. "They like to pretend that there's only one way in or out. Their precious molecular relay ."

"Danse, I think you ought to take point when it comes to securing this tunnel." Kells remarked, making the paladin straighten up. "We won't be able to gauge our level of involvement until we have a full muster from Vega, but I'd like a senior-ranked soldier in the mix. And I know how much you enjoy being boots on the ground." The older man offered Danse a thin smile.

Danse was so moved he needed to take a moment, finally choking out a ' yes sir ' with his hand over his heart. That Kells, even after all the years of growing to despise synths, would trust him with such a task-!

Perhaps they did stand a chance, after all.

Part Seventeen

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Bro Code

I’m going to start posting some of my writing, so let me know what you guys think. This is just a little something that I had in my head and I needed to get it out lol.

Tw: it involves nipple twisting, but is SFW? Also. cussing. lol.

kiribaku if you squint. This is silly, written for giggles

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It was a hot, humid, summer evening. The students of U.A had a rough training earlier that day, and they were doing what they could to relax and cool off. Sero was lazing in his hammock, reading his manga, wearing just his gym shorts, with his shaggy black hair pushed back by a thin headband. He had the door to his room open, as well as the one that led to his balcony, a box fan doing its thing in the corner of the room. Every few minutes, a small breeze would make its way in from the cherry-colored sunset sky, rustling his plants and swaying the hammock.

He was playing soft, bassy music on his speakers, still able to hear his classmates out in the hall. It was a Friday, which meant everyone was congregating outside of their rooms, shooting the shit and just being dumb boys. A lot of them had their own doors open like Sero, just in case someone wanted to come by and say hello. Every now and then he heard laughter, paired with screams and thudding bare feet on hardwood floors. He smiled to himself thinking about his goofy friends, just as a knock sounded on his open door. He peeked over the edge of his hammock to find one, freshly showered, Shoto Todoroki.

“Hey ‘Roki! What's up man?” Fully sitting up, Sero dangled his long legs over the edge of the hammock and gave his neighbor a bright smile. Todoroki quirked the corner of his lips up into some semblance of a smile and walked over the threshold into Sero’s room. He ran a hand through his wet, duo-colored hair, pushing it out of his face as he took a seat at the desk.

“How did you fair on the training grounds today Sero?” The quiet boy asked, genuinely curious.

“Ahhh I did alright. I was trying to focus on my speed and getting out of the way of attacks, and I was doing really well! Until someone shot me out of the air with an ice wall.” He gave Todoroki a look of mock anger. “Seriously, you have got to stop doing that to me, dude.” Todoroki huffed in amusement through his nose.

“Well, maybe you should be faster so that someone won’t get you next time.” Todoroki closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his head, soft smile dancing on his lips. Sero loved how comfortable the boy seemed in his presence. He was glad that they were able to become friends in the short time they’ve spent together at U.A.

“Ohh hooo, someone is getting a little cocky huh?” Sero teased as he stood, taking his manga over to his book shelf and putting it back in its respectful place. Just as Todoroki started to defend himself, a scream sounded through the hall, startling the two. They both looked over to Sero’s open doorway, listening as footsteps thundered towards them. A few seconds later, Kaminari came skirting into the room, slamming the door behind him and pressing his back against it. He was breathing heavily, and had a look of fear in his eyes.

“Denks? You alri-”

Knocks came raining down on Sero’s door on the other side of Kaminari’s back. The electric blonde let out a yelp and scrambled behind him to find the lock, twisting it so hard Sero thought it would come off the door.

“Kaminari, what did you do?” Todoroki deadpanned from his still seated position at the desk. Sero put his hands on his hips and walked over. “Yeah man, what the hell is going on. I’d like to keep my door, who the fuck is that?”

“K-Kirishi- AHH" Kaminari screamed as more pounding came from the other side of the door.

“Kirishima? What could you have possibly done to make Eijirou “im basically a golden retriever” Kirishima this upset?” Sero asked, incredulously.

“I uh...zappedhisnipple”

“...you zapped...his nipple?” Todoroki quirked an eyebrow at Kaminari, obviously confused, as always. Sero let out an exasperated groan and ran a hand down his face. Now it made sense, and he knew what he had to do. Both of the others watched him as he walked over to the door, that was still shaking on its hinges with the force of Kirishima’s knocks. “Move, Denki.” He said as he looked down into terrified, golden eyes.

“Aw man, come on! I was just playing around! I- I didn’t mean to get him right on the nipple!” Kaminari seemed to be pleading for his life. He had the hem of his tshirt in his hands, and he was wringing it so hard, it looked like he was going to rip the shirt in two. Sero nodded his head silently towards the other side of the room, watching as Kaminari went, head lowered in defeat. Once the blonde had stepped a few paces and turned around, Sero spoke up.

“Denki Kaminari, you broke a bro code. You know we don’t mess with each other's nipples.” Sero said sternly. He looked over at Todoroki who looked just as confused as ever. Kaminari buried his face in his hands, whining like a kicked puppy.

“Just do it man, let’s get this fucking over with.”

“I’m sorry, I hate to do this. But you know I have to.” Sero put his hand on the doorhandle, waiting a few moments and giving Kaminari time to gather his nerves. The banging on the door had silenced, but he knew Kirishima didn’t give up that easily and was probably waiting patiently out in the hall...like the golden retriever he was. With a sigh, he turned the door handle and quickly yanked it open.

“KAMINARIIIII”

“KIRI IM SO SORRY I-”

Kaminari never got the chance to finish his sentence, before Kirishima was barreling into the room, slapping his bare chest into Kaminari and tackling him to the ground. They both landed hard with a loud OOF, as Kirishima started scrambling for the bottom of Kaminari’s shirt. The blonde was slapping his friend's hands away while trying to cover his torso at the same time. Sero looked on with amusement, spurring them on while the two wrestled on his floor.

“Get him Kiri! Tickle him, he’ll move his hands!”

“What is even going on right now?” Sero looked over to Todoroki who was staring in bewilderment. He had forgotten that the quiet boy was still there, and figured he deserved an explanation to what was happening.

“Since Denki broke a Bro code, Kirishima gets to deal it back. It's the law of the bro land.” He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his chest, like he was pledging to a bro flag. Todoroki just looked between Sero and the wrestling match that was continuing on the floor....still confused.

“HA Beat his scrawny ass, Red!” Both Sero and Todoroki turned to the doorway to find none other than Bakugou, pumping a fist into the air...with some of the other floor occupants behind him. Shoji had one of his tentacle eyes peeking around the doorway while Ojirou, Sato, and Tokoyami watched as Kaminari let out a shriek.

“Bakugou, shut the hell up! AHH- don't just stand th- Kiri nO don’t just stand there, get him off me!”

“Absolutely not, Denks! This is the only way, and you know it!” Sero said with a sadistic smile, crossing his arms over his chest and chuckling at Bakugou who now stood next to him wearing the same expression.

Kirishima took the moment of distraction and used it to his benefit. He was growing impatient; he wanted his revenge and he wanted it now. He straddled Kaminari’s thighs, cutting off his mobility and holding him still. Activating his quirk, the tiniest bit, he hardened his hands, grabbed the center of Kaminari’s shirt and pulled. The shirt gave way easily in the red heads hands, tearing in two like it was a tissue. He grinned as Kaminari watched on in horror. Sending away his hardened skin, he grabbed both of Kaminari’s slim wrists in one big hand, holding them above the blonde’s head, effectively pinning him down. Kaminari looked up at him with wide eyes before he opened his mouth.

“Oh....Hey there~” He gave Kirishima a flirty grin and a wink. Kirishima rolled his eyes, giving the hand around the blonde’s wrist a good squeeze, earning a yelp from the boy beneath him. Sero was vibrating with how hard he was trying to stifle his laughter, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “H-hey do you think ohmygod WHEW, do you think we should uh ahem step in?” He asked Bakugou as he clutched his middle. Bakugou was in no better state.

“Absolutely the ffffuck not! I don’t know if I should fucking *cough* laugh or be turned on.” He said behind his hand. That absolutely did it for Sero, causing him to land on his ass on the floor in a fit of hearty laughs and giggles. Everyone’s attention turned to the sound of Kirishima’s voice as he spoke.

“Denki, I really hate to do this to you man, but you brought it on yourself.” He watched as Kaminari let out a dejected sigh, and gave a very fake, very dramatic, sniffle.

“I-I know. But maybe, you can find it in your very manly heart, to give me a second cha-”

“Absolutely the fuck not”

“Yeah I didn’t think so.”

“You electrocuted my nipple.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“No”

“Huh, I mean I’ve tried it, it’s not THAT bad-”

“Kami shut up”

With those last words, Kirishima shot both his hands to Kaminari’s nipples, grabbing them and giving one good twist. At the sound of Kaminari’s shriek everyone, including Kirishima, threw back their heads in laughter. Once he was satisfied, Kirishima stood, holding out a hand to his friend. Kaminari took it and was pulled into a tight bear hug by the red head. “I love you man, and I'm sorry I had to do it. But I swear to god if it happens again-”

“IT WON’T it won’t, I promise.” The blonde brought his hands to his pecs, rubbing softly. “I learned my lesson” He said with an audible gulp.

The boys dissolved into quiet giggles. Sero took a seat back on his hammock, feeling the breeze from the now dark sky hit the back of his neck. He looked around at all of them, talking amongst themselves, giving Kaminari pats on the back, heading out to continue what they were doing before.

Even though they were absolutely ridiculous, he loved his friends.

#hanta sero #kaminari denki #todoroki shoto #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #satorugojo #ojiro mashirao #tokoyami fumikage #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my writing #my work #boys just actually being boys #bro code

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out-of-this-town · 4 years

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Warming up

Fairy Tail, Nalu, fluff

This ended up being a little longer than planned, but I hope you like it :)

This is the first piece of fanfiction that I’ve written and English is not my first language, so please forgive small mistakes made while writing. Constructive criticism is welcomed. (ao3)

It sounded like a bad idea the moment she heard it and yet, Lucy still got dragged into it anyway.

A snowball fight. A snowball fight against Gray and Erza.

Of course it could have been worse. At least she had Natsu on her team instead of against her. But still. Death had never seemed so close.

Leaving the battlefield was only allowed after receiving a critical 'critical' hit. Meaning a snowball to the head, stomach, back or chest. And while Lucy wanted to leave this game as soon as possible, getting a snowball launched at her face via Erza or Gray was not something she wanted to experience. Which meant she would have to try her best to stay in the game. Great.

Hit on the legs or arms meant you weren't allowed to use the injured 'injured' limb. That meant crawling or rolling after losing one's legs. Losing both arms would probably mean spitting the snow toward the opponents. Again, getting drool covered missiles spat at her face was not Lucy’s idea of fun.

Use of magic was not allowed which at least made it a little easier to face off against an ice make -wizard and someone with an infinite amount of shields at her disposal. But Lucy was still sure that she would not escape this game without some impressive bruises.

"I could be reading, at home, where it's safe and warm," Lucy muttered as she looked on to where Virgo and Gray were using snow and ice to construct low walls and pillars to hide behind during their battle.

"Lighten up, Luce! This is gonna be so much fun." She looked to where Natsu was grinning like a maniac and rubbing his hands together in preparation of destroying their friends. Lucy felt a small smile tucking at her lips at the sight of her best friend's excitement. How someone could look that adorable while planning on ways to maim his friends, she didn't know. Maybe it was the earmuffs and gloves she'd forced him to wear?

All too soon, Erza was announcing the start of the game. The two teams headed off to the opposite sides of their battlefield and Virgo was quick to return to the spirit realm. It seemed that despite her love for pain, even this was too much for the spirit to handle.

Lucy sight with defeat as she found herself hiding behind a snow wall, watching as Natsu made a pile of snowballs. He was rolling them to be as hard as possible, claiming that it would make them fly faster. Lucy suspected that it had more to do with the damage inflicted on impact.

"Here, take these." Lucy was startled to find a pile of snowballs dumped in her lap by a very serious looking Natsu. "You go right. I'll take the left since that's where Gray is hiding."

Lucy grabbed a hold of the dragon slayer before he could sneak off. "Hold it. As soon as I leave this spot, I will be killed by a snowball. I'm not moving. You can deal with those two on your own."

"C'mon Lucy. This won't be fun if you're not in on it," Natsu whined as he did his best impression of puppy eyes.

"Not a chan- wait... were you trying to leave me to deal with Erza?" The celestial mage shot Natsu a horrified look.

He had the decency to look a little sheepish before answering. "Erza might go easy on you but she'll definitely end me. Besides, I wanna beat Popsicle using his own element." Natsu grinned proudly as he showed her a ball that was more ice than snow.

"This is Erza we're talking about. She won't risk losing by going easy on anyone," Lucy said, snatching the iceball from him and throwing it carelessly over her shoulder. No way was she allowing the murder of a friend.

A few seconds after the ball of ice had left her hand, a thud followed by a pained groan could be heard. Lucy froze in place as her heart sunk to her stomach. Natsu was the first to move and look over the wall.

"Ha! You nailed him in the shoulder, Lucy! Serves him right for trying to sneak up on us." Her gaze snapped up to a gleeful Natsu.

"I did?" Carefully Lucy followed Natsu in peeking over the wall. Her eyes immediately landing on Gray who was lying on the ground and holding his right shoulder. "I did! Look, Natsu, I landed a hit!"

Lucy couldn't keep the excitement from showing in her voice or the wide grin that formed on her face. A grin that dropped a moment later when Gray directed her with a seething look that promised vengeance. Eyes wide, Lucy did quick work of ducking back down.

"You're going to pay for this, Lucy!" Oh, dear Mavis. She really should have stayed home. If Gray didn't finish her, Juvia would when she heard Lucy was responsible for her beloved's injury.

"You wish, Ice-for-brains! Since Lucy got you with a half-assed throw, you ain't gonna survive it when we start putting in actual effort!" Lucy opened her mouth to tell the dragon slayer off from further provoking the enemy, but a new voice made her stop as pure terror started to run through her.

"Lucy did this? Well, I'm impressed. She was the first to throw as well as to land a hit. It seems I have underestimated how big of a threat our Lucy is." Oh damn oh damn ohdamnoh- "Gray, change of plans. From this point forward, Lucy will be our number one priority!"

Erza sounded serious. Very serious.

Natsu dropped back down to sit next to her, face blank. For a moment, Lucy worried that he might be upset over no longer being considered the biggest threat in this battle. That worry was quickly replaced by dread as Natsu grinned at her.

"Looks like there won't be any hiding for you." He offered her a new snowball. "Here. I'll distract and you throw. This is gonna be so much fun!"

After one last defeated sigh, Lucy took the offered projectile and gave Natsu a determined nod. Might as well go down fighting.

...

Nearly an hour later, Lucy found herself enjoying the game. Sure, she was still terrified every time she moved from a safe spot, but it had become a thrilling sort of fear. After taking the first hit on her left arm and surviving the experience, it wasn't that bad. Hurt like hell, but wasn’t that bad.

Natsu had lost his left arm and right leg and was therefore dragging said leg behind him as he moved. Gray didn't have his arms in use, but had found a previously unknown talent of rolling snowballs with his bare feet and then kicking them with surprising accuracy. Lucy had only lost that one arm and had taken to turning that side toward any incoming snowballs, using it as a shield -a decision she would no doubt regret once she saw the bruises in the morning. Erza, of course, was still uninjured.

As Lucy dove down behind an ice pillar, she was pleased to discover Natsu grouching behind a wall next to her hiding spot.

Natsu's eyes lit up as he noticed her presence. "Lucy! Nice to see that you're still around. With all the screaming you did back there, I thought that Erza got you."

"Nah. She was close though. Saw my life flashing before my eyes and all that." She couldn't hide her bright smile.

"Well, you're just in time to see me give Ice princess a face full of snow. I know exactly where he's hiding and there is no avoiding what's coming to him." With an evil smirk and a tight grip on his snowball, Natsu turned around to peek over the wall.

Just then, Lucy saw a flash of red. Without thinking, she launched herself at Natsu, knocking him down from the side as something smacked hard against her back. The air was pushed from their lungs at the hard landing, both of them too shocked to move as Lucy lay on top of Natsu.

"The hell was-" Natsu's words were cut off at the sound of a pained moan from the girl on top of him.

"I don't think I'm going to make it," Lucy whimpered, only half joking.

"Wha-", mitten covered hand brushed through remnants of a snowball on the her back. "Shit. That's definitely a critical hit."

Lucy only groaned in response.

"You took an Erza throw for me," Natsu said in awe.

"Don't remind me. I'm going to feel it tomorrow." Lucy buried her cold face in the warmth of Natsu's neck, only now realizing how cold she'd gotten. Her arms were already trapped beneath him, his high body temperature doing wonders to her cold fingers.

"You sacrificed yourself for me." Lucy made a noise of protest as Natsu tucked her head away from it's hiding spot. She had given her life to save him, the least he could do was warm her. "I swear I'm gonna avenge you."

Lucy let out a little laugh as she returned her head to it's previous spot. “You’d better.”

A small shiver worked it's way through her and Natsu was quick to wrap his arms around her. "You cold?"

"Mmhm."

"Here, let me just..." instantly, Lucy could feel the heat radiating off of Natsu grow stronger. She couldn't help the pleased sound that left her.

This was nice, she thought, lying in Natsu's warm arms and letting her tired and cold body rest. Why didn't they do this more often?

"Hey, dummy! Did you forget that magic isn't allowed? Don't even try to deny that you're using it, I can see the steam from melting snow!"

Natsu grumbled a curse at the sound of Grays voice and held her a little bit closer.

"Shaddap! Ya monsters killed Luce! Let me mourn in peace before I get back to kicking you're sorry asses!"

"What?! Erza got Lucy? Oh man, I wanted to be the one to do it!"

Lucy ignored the rest of the banter around her in favor of enjoying the warmth of her best friend for a little while longer.

...

Groaning, Lucy collapsed face-first into the softness of her bed as her bruised body gave up on her. Natsu seated himself on the floor next to her bed, chin resting on the mattress. His face was the definition of sulking.

"I don't care what Erza says, it was cheating. No way was anyone dodging that monster of a snowball. It was at least five times my size!"

"To be fair, we never did discuss what were the allowed snowball sizes." Lifting her head from the pillow, she gave him a small smile. "Besides, you got to take out Gray. Isn't that what's important?"

The memory brought back his bright grin. "Did you see his face? That dumb-ass really thought that he would get me. And next year we'll beat both of them." With a determined twinkle in his eyes, Natsu smacked his fist into palm.

Lucy winced at the thought. As much fun as she'd had, another round of this might just be testing her luck. As the saying goes: it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye...or limb...or life.

Natsu turned grim as he noticed her pained expression. "Your back still hurtin'?"

"Hm? Oh, that. Not so much. Only when I move. Or breath. Erza might have really been tying to kill us."

Without warning, Natsu slipped his hand under her shirt and the heat from his palm instantly eased the pain radiating from the sore spot on her back. A small shiver worked through her, as he started to knead the abused muscles.

“Don’t tell me you’re cold too.” Natsu rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. “Honestly, Luce, how did you survive before meetin’ me?” Before Lucy could protest, he had slipped in bed with her. One hand stayed firmly on her back and the other slipped under her head and around her shoulders, her nose pressed against his chest, as he held her close.

“You’re one to talk. I don’t think you’re capable of feeding yourself since you’re always raiding my fridge.” Lucy snorted as she snuggled a little closer. She knew she should be kicking him out of her bed and yelling at him for how improper this was, but... she didn’t want to. Natsu was so warm and comfortable, and he smelled like campfire and summer nights. Why was she always so quick to kick him out when he tried to sleep next to her?

“Hey! I’m only here to make sure you don’t get yourself in trouble when you’re unsupervised. Feeding me is a small price to pay for safety.”

“Hah! Small is far from the amount of money I have to fork out to keep you fed. Besides, I’m not the one blowing up -” Lucy forgot what she was about to say as she looked up.

They were so close. Their noses nearly touching and Natsu’s breaths falling against her lips. Were his eyes always this dark or was she imagining things?

Slowly, she felt his hand slipping away from her back in favor of brushing aside the hair that had fallen on her face, his thumb stroking against her cheek.

“Still cold?” Natsu asked in a low voice.

No. “A little,” she whispered, afraid that any loud sound would break the feeling in the room.

“Want me to stay a little longer?”

Lucy bit her lip, knowing that she should refuse. “Yes, please.” She didn’t.

Natsu released a breath she hadn’t known he was holding, before moving to press a gentle kiss between her brows.

“Sorry you got hurt, but thanks for today. I know you weren’t all that excited about playing with us at the beginning.” He nudged her nose with his as he brought their foreheads together, eyes locked to each other. Was it always this difficult to breath?

“Yeah, well...” her voice sounded far too breathy to her liking, and forming a sentence had never been so hard. “It’s always more fun when we’re together.”

And, of course, Natsu just had to respond by giving her that grin of his that made her heart do odd things. For a moment, Lucy thought that he would kiss her. Or she him... But they didn’t.

She wasn’t ready for that quite yet. Lucy didn’t think he was either. They were best friends -partners. She wasn’t willing to risk what they had right now.

Slowly, she pulled away before burying her face against his chest. Natsu held her closer, before breaking the heavy feeling in the room by cracking a dumb joke in a true Natsu manner. The rest of the night was spent talking, joking and teasing each other, and Lucy fell asleep without ordering the dragon slayer out of her bed.

For his part, Natsu made a promise to himself, that by next year, not getting kicked out of Lucy’s bed would be normal.

#fairy tail #nalu #nalu fanfic #natsu dragneel #lucy heartifilla #fluff #my writing #warming up

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 4 years

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Air Force One: George & Dick

Featuring Fr. Pres. George W. Bush & Vice Pres. Dick Cheney

Back in the early 2000s, I was an aide working at the White House during the Bush administration, George W. Bush, or Bush 43 to distinguish him from his father, George H. W. Bush, who served as the 41st president of the United States from 1989 to 1993.. Over the first year of working I got to know more about him and thought he was a pretty cool guy for his age. I think he knows I am gay, but we never discuss private lives, I guess we have nothing much in common: he's married and a father of two, but from some remarks he dropped, I believe he hasn’t had sex with her. At the time, I wasn't going to get involved with guys from work, but at least I could enjoy the view.

Another guy who I admirered from a distance was Vice President Dick Cheney. I was always a little intimidated of him, as his face was stern. Unlike President Bush, the Cheney rarely smiled, but he had a cock that just wouldn't stop. You could tell it was a huge one, because it flopped back and forth as he walked. Every day, I would stare and hide my erections.

Anyway, in November of 2003, President Bush paid a surprise visit to Baghdad on Air Force One and I was one of the aides accompanying him on the trip. A few minutes into the trip, I was getting a cup of coffee when from behind Vice President Cheney asked, “Where are you from?" in an almost downright unfriendly tone.

“I’m original from Richmond, Virginia, but I moved to D. C. here from New York City.” I replied speaking fast as his presence made me nervous as I was so stricken by his fatherly looks.

I didn’t mean to glance down at his crotch, I just did it out of habit. The big bulge caught my attention immediately, but I force my eyes away and glance at the old man’s face but even as I did so, I realized that he had seen me looking down at his crotch. Suddenly he was looking at me differently. His eyes seemed to stare at me as thought he was looking at me through a magnifying glass.

“Come to the President's office in a couple of minutes.” He told me in a low voice as he leaned his head closer to me.

“Sure thing, Mr. Vice President.” I said as he walked back to the President's office.

I stayed at the coffee maker long enough to down two more cups before it was pass the timetable and I must admit to be more than a little nervous when I knocked on the President's office door. Vice President Cheney opened the door and said, “Come in."

“Hey, young man… You suck cock?” President Bush said bluntly as I approached his desk.

And without waiting for me to answer, Vice President Cheney unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He pulled his hand and way from his dick and let it flop between his legs. His cut cock was one of the biggest and thickest I've ever seen resting against a set of huge balls.

“You want to suck my old pecker?” He asked, as I stood uncertain in front of him.

“Go ahead, why do you think I called you in here.” President Bush called out.

I glanced into the blue eyes of the President sitting at his desk, then knelt down in front of Vice President Cheney and grabbed dick in my hand. Then as I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, I closed my mouth around the head of his dick and immediately he began fucking my mouth.

“Damn George, this kid is a born cocksucker.” He said he ran his hands through my hair, pumping his hips into my mouth. I almost choked on Vice President Cheney’s cock, but he kept thrusting it into my mouth.

“So he's much better than the other one we had the other day.” The President called back to Vice President Cheney.

“George, I wonder if he’s a better fuck than he was.” The Vice President as he pulled me off of his cock by the hair.

"Good show the President what a good cocksucker you are.” Looking over to President Bush, he me a nod and a smile as I worked my way over to him and pulled down his zipper. Reaching inside his slacks, found his cock, pulled it out and gave it a look see. His cock was comparable to Vice President Cheney’s cock, only being thinner. It quickly grew to about 9" inches long and began leaking clear precum which I used to rub around his tip. Then I bent down and quickly began sucking his penis down into my throat. President Bush groaned like a bear as I sucked the head and slid my tongue under the foreskin to get a good taste of him. I started sucking his cock for a while and then tried to pull his balls out through the flap, but they were too big! I figured with his skinny cock he would have small balls, but not so!

After a while I pulled away and started stroking it, President Bush ran his thick fingers through my hair and urged me to get him lubed up, so I did. Suddenly felt Vice President Cheney reaching around me and unbuckling my belt. He jerked my slacks down and then my jockey shorts.

“Nice ass.” He added as he patted first one ass cheek and then the other.

President Bush tossed Vice President Cheney a tube of something, which he smeared all over his cock. I knew what was coming and wanted it bad as my asshole was twitching with anticipation of being penetrated by Vice President Cheney’s fat dick.

“Your gonna get the fuck of your life.” He said as smeared the jelly on my opening and slipped his finger in my ass.

“Shit he’s tight George, we might have to take our time with him.” The Vice President said from behind me.

“He doesn’t want us to go slow do you son?” President Bush pulled me off of his cock by the hair.

“No Mr. President!” I had time to gasp out before he shoved me back into his furry crotch.

Looking up at him, I deep throated his long cock, relishing the feel of his presidential dick as it slid down my throat until my mouth was pressed against the fly of his pants.

“Damn! That feels great.” W called out. “Dick he’s good.”

“Yea, well let see how good his ass can take my fat pecker.” Cheney called out from behind me as I suddenly felt the head of his thick dick pressing against my asshole.

I steadied myself on all fours, closed my eyes preparing for ‘the fuck of a lifetime’ and I wasn’t disappointed. Vice President Cheney slid his lubed cock up my ass in one quick motion as I let out a yelp of pain. After he had all 8" in me, he started thrusting back and forth, holding onto my hips. I could feel his thick shaft expanding my tunnel and throbbing. I groaned with pleasure, pulling my mouth off of President Bush’s cock as each thrust, send electric waves through my body.

“Oh no you don’t, slut!” President Bush said, grabbing me by the hair and shoving me back into his crotch.

“George, you won’t believe how hot his asshole his. I bet he’s been fucked a thousand times. Hell, my fat pecker slid in him faster than into a whore’s pussy.” Cheney said as he began to pull his cock out slowly and then drive it slowly back up my ass.

With each thrust my cock began to grow some more, until I suddenly shot my load all over the floor beneath me. Dick's cock filled me up like no other cock I’d ever had inside of me before. I’d been fucked plenty of times, sometimes slowly, sometimes rough, but I’d never been fucked like this. The fact that President Bush had me by the hair and was ramming his shaft down my throat just made it better. I’d fantasized about having the two of them fucking me, but never dreamed it could be this good.

“Fuck it George, this kid is tight. Hope I don’t stretch him out too much for you.” He sneered, giving my ass a slap.

“Yeah baby, I love fucking a nice tight little ass like this.”

“Anything would be tight with that gigantic cock of yours Dick.” George smiled, letting me up for air for a few seconds.

“I love both of your cocks…” I sighed as Dick’s thrusts got even quicker and harder.

I could hear him moaning and groaning as I licked up and down President Bush's tool.

"Give it to him Dick. Fill that tight young ass with all that hot cum. C'mon grease it up for me! Fire away." George said as Dick began to really put it to me.

The room was steaming and filled with the sounds of Dick's balls slamming against my ass, my cries of being fucked and George's groans of approval. It seem like he had been fucking me for about forty minutes or something when eventually he exploded inside me, causing me to cum again. I felt his cock throb time after time and I felt his cum seeping out my ass and onto the bed beneath me. He must have shot 10 or 12 huge spurts of cum in my ass before pulling out, make a wet pop sound as it left my popped cherry.

George clapped Dick on the back as they quickly exchanged places. Before I could react, George had pressed his knob against my hole and in no time, had all 9" inches buried up my clenching hole. Between the jelly and Dick's massive load of cum, The President's cock slid easily in and out of my tight ass and I begged him to do it harder. It felt wonder as his long dick reached deeper inside my ass than Cheney's fat cock could get.

Just then, Dick slapped his cock in my face and I tongued it for all I was worth.

After 10 minutes of ass pounding ecstasy I knew I was going to cum again as George slowed his thrusts. I couldn't take it and fired my third load in less than 2 hours onto the floor. It wasn't big, but I had a good pool of sperm going on beneath me as George resumed his assault on my ass and fucked me till I was dizzy. Soon he was mumbling incoherently, signaling that I was about to get a big load up my ass. George bellowed like a bull as his cock swelled inside my tunnel and he dropped his cum deposit deep in my ass. He collapsed on me as Vice President Cheney shot a second big load on my face.

“What goes on here stays here! You say anything about what we did here to anyone and that will be your ass.” VP Cheney said as he glanced at me as though seeing me for the first time.

“I’m not going to say a word. I enjoyed it.”

#George W. Bush #Dick Cheney #fan fiction #politician #american politician #Air Force One: George & Dick

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valhallanrose · 4 years

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Hey, nobody asked for it, but I did the entire NSFW alphabet for Zelda because I could and here it is on your dash.

Under 18 don’t interact I’ll die

Anyway horny under the cut

[A] Aftercare

So here’s the thing about Zelda: she’s got the stamina of someone twice her size. No matter what role her partner takes/she takes, unless she has been completely worn out, she’ll take care of the cleanup/

Her favorite way to relax with her partner afterwards (or between rounds, if they have the energy) is with their head on her chest, so she can wrap her arms around them and run her fingers through their hair. Especially so if their hair is longer - she’ll play with it until she passes out, hand still half woven into the hair at the nape of their neck.

Sometimes, if she’s really into her partner, she’ll weave illusions for them. The ceiling of her room is enchanted, done just so to mirror the stars outside, but she’ll add her own magic to the enchantment so she can pull the stars down to her level. The constellations coalesce, tiny strands of light dancing between her fingers and down her arms, letting her manipulate them into creatures from everywhere between the depths of the sea and the highest mountain’s peak.

[B] Body Part (their favorite of theirs & their partner)

On herself - she likes her hips. Some of it is utility - balancing a basket is easy between her hand and hip and it’s convenient - and it’s the natural place her hands fall when she’s thinking or talking. But they’re also a good place to squeeze, with just enough softness to her to make it comfortable no matter why you’re clutching her hips.

On her partner - Zelda enjoys people’s hands. Not only for the pleasure they can provide, but also for the stories a person’s hands tell. She’ll take in the scars, the curves, the lines, whether your nails are manicured and well cared for or rough with ages of physical labor. No matter what, she’ll bring their hands to her lips, press a kiss to their knuckles and smile as she gives them a squeeze.

Also, if she’s bottoming and her partner (equipped with a strap or nature’s strap) holds her hand as they’re lining up? Oh my god, she fuckin’ dead

[C] Cum (anything to do with it)

She’s kinda neutral on this one? She doesn’t go wild for it but she doesn’t hate it

Please don’t cum on her face, that will have her nope out of the situation so fast (unless you’re afab in which the answer is please do she’ll feel like she did good)

Amab, just warn her and she’ll swallow instead

And if you want to cum on her, ask, because that’s not always something she’s into anyway. That has weird marking connotations for her.

She’s more pleased to know that she’s the one who made you feel that good rather than seeing the cum itself

As for her, she eats a lot of fruit, so hers ends up tasting sweet above all else, so if you’re not a fan tough shit because she won’t stop eating her fruit

[D] Dirty Secret

Really wishes someone would just drag her into a private space, pin her up against the wall, and take her right there. Clothing removed beyond the necessary is optional.

Like...full legs thrown over her partner’s arms, hips slapping together, having to bite down on her hand to keep from alerting anyone that she’s being absolutely railed in the shop’s backroom while loving every second of it.

She’s normally a ‘soft and slow’ person but that’s been one of her fantasies for a long time and she’s never felt comfortable enough with a partner to ask them to do that

Zelda, you’re drooling, get it together this is only the fourth letter

[E] Experience

Not wildly experienced. I’d say, in any timeline, she’s only had maybe two partners that got to a point of sexual encounter. It’s not that she’s opposed to casual flings (she’s had one or two), she just doesn’t always click with people, and she needs that connection to feel attracted enough to engage in a sexual relationship of any kind.

[F] Favorite Position

Lotus, for sure

She likes riding/being on top but she really generally enjoys the connection of being able to see her partner, kiss them as much as she wants, press her forehead against theirs

But also she’s up for smothering someone in kisses while giggling if they squeeze her sides in a weird way that makes her feel ticklish and that’s easiest to do when you can face your partner

[G] Goofy (are they serious or humorous in bed)

Definitely goofy. She’ll laugh it off when bodies make a weird noise, crack jokes, and bonus points if you dish it back.

Sex for her is about having a good time, and not just the pleasure aspect of it.

If you’re serious in bed go away her four-poster is for lighthearted sex only

[H] Hair

Definitely keeps things trimmed neatly, because she can’t stand the feeling of it getting long, nor can she even begin to tolerate the feeling of hair growing back after shaving it all off. She’s done that, she regretted it deeply.

A little lighter than the hair on her head, and let’s be real she probably oils it because she likes being generally soft and also prepared for a hypothetical encounter

[I] Intimacy

Intimacy comes easier to her if you reciprocate, obviously

Spread across the act, from foreplay to aftercare

Lots of gentle touches and soft words of praise

Feels most connected to someone during sex the more intertwined with them she is - hence why she likes the Lotus position. It’s easy to see them, watch their pleasure, press gentle kisses to their lips and face and smooth back their hair

In a relationship, it’s the most intense way she can show her care for her partner, given that she’s already quite physical

Please cuddle her after she just has so much love in her body for her partner and needs to express it

[J] Jack - off (masturbation hc)

Zelda usually has trouble getting off on her own, so this isn’t something she tries often, but her most successful effort involved a rather potent aphrodisiac and a dildo

With those + her fingers for clitoral stimulation? That’s probably the only time she successfully reached orgasm on her own

Which ties into her biggest kink/preference...

[K] Kink

Overstimulation.

Since she can’t often climax on her own, and if her partner is willing, she’ll go until she drops

Especially with the combo of g-spot and clitoral stimulation, she’d die and go to heaven

Prefers to be

Laid out beside her partner so she can kiss them with their hand between her thighs

Straddling their face and grabbing something, be it the headboard or some fixture on the wall

Or laying back on the bed, hands buried in her partner’s hair and her thighs hitched over their shoulder

Do not recommend a sixty-nine if you’re overstimulating her because she will get so into pushing her hips into your face she’ll kinda forget to reciprocate

[L] Location

Prefers to be somewhere private and comfortable, which usually means her home. Otherwise, she is content to have sex involving any surface in her house.

Except for the shop display case, please don’t make her polish that thing more than she has to she’ll be so salty afterwards

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc)

Intelligence (big brain sexy)

Seeing someone blush

A hand on the small of her back or on her knee

Idle fingers tracing patterns on her thighs, innocently or not so

Someone she’s already attracted to smelling absolutely delectable

Kisses on the inside of her wrist will really get her

So will kissing her freckles

[N] NO (turn offs, deal breakers, things they wont do ever etc)

Zelda’s only hard no is public sex, because she’s too noisy, but she’s willing to try almost anything at least once

She’s not into receiving pain (save for like, a smack on the ass/a bite/a hickey/etc) and not really into choking (also receiving) but just about anything else is fair game

[O] Orgasm Denial (how do they do it, do they like it done to them)

100% willing to give

Prefers oral as her tool of choice, but will alternate between mouth and hands to offer kisses as her partner settles down

Never cruel about it, always willing to relent if you use your safe word or ask her to let you cum

Really, really doesn’t like receiving

She doesn’t get to get off on her own and she’s not gonna deny herself guaranteed pleasure if she can help it

Will be a no unless she’s been with you long enough to know you won’t leave her high and dry

[P] Pace

Usually prefers softer and slower sex, mostly because she likes taking her time. However, if you’ve been teasing her all day? She will have you pinned to the door of your place or hers before it really has time to shut.

[Q] Quickie (where, how often, do they like them)

Likes them, but has to be in the mood for them

She doesn’t really like feeling rushed when trying to enjoy herself and make sure her partner is too

However, a promise of a more thorough round later usually is enough to placate her

[R] Risk (experiments, do they like pushing themselves/their s/o)

She’ll try anything once, but don’t spring it on her in the middle of the act. She’d rather sit down with her partner and talk about it, maybe do some research, give her time to understand the best way to go about it and what they need to do it properly. She’s not really spur of the moment.

However, positions? That she’ll try in a heartbeat. If Zelda could be described by one word, it would be curious.

[S] Stamina

Lots of stamina. Faster sex wears her out more, so her preferred slower pace is part of it, but she just generally has a lot of energy. Could go multiple rounds, and her partner’s recovery time just extends her stamina a bit more.

Really shouldn’t have this much stamina but part of it comes from a lot of time doing physical work in the shop/her garden so whoops

Cold showers have been a useful tool when she just can’t settle down

[T] Toys (do they own any, do they use them, how often, where)

She has a few different styles of dildos and vibrators that she’s tried to see if she could find something for her that works, but nothing really does, so they’re all shoved in a box under her bed.

Are aphrodisiacs applicable? Because she absolutely has and will experiment on her own with them, otherwise their involvement is up to her partner

[U] Unfair (how do they tease)

Really dependent on her partner and what she knows gets them going

Generally lots of subtle, under the table touches that could possibly be construed as a mishap

At least until she squeezes your thigh or skims her fingers far too high up for it to possibly be a mistake at all

[V] Volume (how loud, what do they sound like, what sounds they make)

Very pretty sounds. She won’t get vocal unless her partner explicitly tells her it’s okay, and until then she’ll bite her hand or her lip to keep quiet.

Not vulgar when she speaks during it - kinda polite, actually, paired with sighs of delight if you oblige any requests she makes (see below for examples if you desire)

“May I touch you here?”

“What are you doing? I can’t kiss you properly if - oh. Oh. No, please, keep going, I -” (cue some mild incoherent babble)

“Please, please, more”

“Yes, hah, right there - oh!”

[W] Wild Card (random NSFW hc)

She broke a headboard one time while riding someone’s face (grabbing onto it) and she’s never been able to look at one the same since

Sometimes in her post-overstimulated orgasm headspace she’ll thank her partner a couple times in this dreamy little voice and kiss the closest part of them she can reach without moving

If you’re overstimulating her, especially if you’ve been at it for a little bit, she’ll start to speak in her native dialect (Neviv/Nevivonic/whatever you hc Julian and Portia to speak. I believe it’s Russian sue me) \If you happen to speak it, she might just cum then and there

[X] X - ray (what do they have going on under their clothes)

Usually doesn’t end up with matching undergarments but if she does you know she wants to get laid

Lots of lacy underthings and thin bralettes because full bras are The Devil, typically bright colors for fun

If she’s feeling really saucy, she’ll go with a full bralette/panties/garter belt/stockings combo just to really show off for her partner once the outer layers come off

Usually she just ends up laying around her house in nothing but her panties and knee socks that match in no other way but height and texture

She has a near perfect heart shaped birthmark, right where her inner left thigh meets her pelvis. She likes it, but teasing her about it or kissing it will make her both melt and go cherry red.

Fun fact: if you leave a hickey anywhere near it, that’ll get her going like nobody’s business

[Y] Yearning (how often to they think of sex, how long can they go without it etc)

She can go without it for a while, but she’s got a high sex drive, so she doesn’t want to

Sex really only comes to Zelda’s mind when her partner does something that really gets to her (see Motivations)

Willing to Yearn if she’s not sure the sexual feelings are reciprocated

[Z] Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep, do they snuggle, etc)

Very affectionate and very cuddly. Catch her with her forehead pressed to her partner’s, giggling a little as she rubs her nose against theirs, smiling into kisses and burying her face in their hair as she lets her hands wander idly.

However, unless you’ve totally worn her out, don’t expect her to fall asleep right away.

One time she cleaned the whole shop after masturbating at like four AM and she’s never gotten it that clean again

#zelda hollyheart #lemon juice

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into-crazy · 4 years

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Man Under the Makeup Pt. 6

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Female Reader Series

Warnings- Cursing, mentions of violence & murder, panic attacks, lot of sadness, angst, fluff towards the end

You can find the other parts RIGHT HERE and through the “Man Under the Makeup” tag lovelies!💘

Something felt off, maybe it had to do with not getting a call from Arthur the entire day. Which was unusual, given he calls you every moment he can. Although it did cause you to worry, you figured he just might not have a chance yet. Come on, he's the Joker. When there's noise coming from somewhere in the broken city, high possibility he was involved in it.

Later that night, your speculations were answered on the 7 o'clock news. Huddled onto your couch, burrito wrapped in a thick blanket, you watched the screen thoroughly.

"This just in, we're getting reports that the Joker and a group of his masked goons were last seen in the downtown area." The anchorwoman spoke. "We at the station and the Gotham City police department advise that all citizens within the area to remain indoors. Avoid any confrontation, as they are known to be well armed and highly dangerous."

Downtown? You thought. Wonder what he's up to over there. With the news station transitioning to the next subject, you decrease the television's volume. Diverting your attention towards a small tape atop the coffee table before you. This tape. You knew exactly what was on it. Reaching forward, you pick it up. The label read- "Murray's last show." An entire recording of Arthur's appearance on Murray Franklin's show as Joker- the night he shot Murray live on air.

One of your colleagues at the office mentioned to everyone how he recorded the show that night. Capturing everything to the end til it cut off. Bragging he had the only public copy and would lend the video for five bucks to anyone willing to watch that hasn't yet. Arrogantly waving it around the room like a prized trophy. What a dick. He was a complete asshole about the whole situation. Treating it as if it were a joke. So you felt not one ounce of guilt for swiftly swiping it from his desk when nobody was watching.

Your mind was made up. You're going to view the tape once before getting rid of it. Only because you need to see it. Your palms grew hot and sweaty staring hard at the thing. Okay, deep breaths. We're going to do this. Mind racing, you place the tape into the VCR. Already rewound to the part Joker comes on screen, all you have to do is press play.

Back in the warmth of the blanket, you increase the volume. Then hit play.

It was difficult to watch. Witnessing your Arthur spiraling further and further down each passing minute. The excessive amount of uncomfortable fidgeting he continually displayed. His over glossy eyes, noticeable even through the static-y picture. The throaty pain in his tone when he spoke, right on the brink of crying. Bringing you along, tears welling up in your eyes. The last few minutes had you silently on the edge. After admitting to shooting the men, Arthur looked to the floor and muttered, "Nothing can hurt me anymore." He looked completely broken, given up. A warm tear slid down your cheek at his state. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, drag him away from his suffering.

Then, there it was- came the loud sound from the gunshot. Your breath hitched in response. Wide eyed, paralyzed in place, watching Joker's relief filled laugh. With Murray's blood on the left side of his painted face. You hardly recognized that side of him. It was a side you've never seen for yourself. He fired a few more shots into the motionless body. Followed by the cut off, to which the tape ended.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you seen. What Joker- what Arthur- did. It was brutal, graphic, a lot to process. You knew what was going to be shown, yet it still took you abruptly by surprise. Was it wrong? Yeah, it was all so wrong. Could it have been avoided? Perhaps, perhaps not. But hey, that's Gotham for you.

Turning off the television, you continue to sit in silence. Wiping the remainder of tears from your eyes and cheeks. One of the reasons why you didn't want to watch the tape was because of the possible effect it'd leave. Afraid it could change your entire view of Arthur. But, if it hadn't prior to watching- when you'd already known what he done. Then why would it now? The only difference was physically seeing it rather than just hearing about it.

Nothing's changed. Nothing.

Despite what he's done, you still see him the same. Arthur's never done you wrong. He's been nothing but a kind and caring sweetheart towards you. Just as much as you've been- and will continue to be- to him.

Curled on the couch, you read quietly from a book. Glued to the plot, eagerly flipping page to page. Lost halfway into the story, you're startled by the sound of soft like banging on the front door.

Getting up, you check the clock. 9:17 pm. It's late. Cautiously inching towards the door, your heart rate picks up. Who could be at your door this time of the night? It comes again, faster this time. That wasn't Arthur's familiar knock- in fact, it wasn't recognizable at all. Could be anyone out there. A robber invading for some cash or valuables, a detective, heck it could just be one of your neighbors in need.

You grab your blade from the drawer by the door, better to be safe than sorry. Before answering, you peak to see who it is first. Moving your eye to look through the peephole.. Arthur? In his usual get up, appearing distressed and disheveled- which you can spot through the tiny lens. Exhaling, you tuck the knife back into it's place. Though relieved it's him at your doorstep, concern quickly arises.

Unlocking the door, you open to a panicked Joker. "Arth-" your low words instantly cut off by his embrace.

"Y/n!" Almost losing balance from the sudden force. Wrapping his arms around you tightly, pushing you both into your apartment. His face buries into your neck, frantically muttering your name repeatedly.

Wide eyed in his grasp, you hold him. "What- what happened?"

No answer. He has something in his hand, you could feel it behind your back.

"Arthur," you break the embrace to take his face in your hands. The object was his revolver, the .38 snubnose he always carries, his grip tight on it. His makeup is smeared and runny, he's warm with sweat, plus there's a red substance staining his face and parts of his suit. It's blood. Splattered across his face. "What happened?"

Heavily panting, he musters up an audible word, "h-hurt.. I-"

Panic fills your lungs, "Hurt? Are you hurt?" Examining every inch of his body, in search of some kind of wound.

"No," he shakes his head, "no, I did. It was me, I caused it. It's my fault." His body jerks forward, loud laughing cries surging out. Overwhelmed, he's trying to explain himself through the laughter while still processing through his spectrum of rash emotions.

Nothing is making any sense, you need to calm him down. "Come here, sit." He listens as you wave him to the kitchen, sitting him at the table. "Give me the gun," you reach out. He shakily places it in your palm. You pace over to the drawer by the door. Laying it by the ashtray you keep there for him. Looking outside into the hallway, you make sure no one seen or followed him. Being brightly colored, he's definitely not hard to miss. You lock the door before sitting across him. "Breathe baby, take your time," you whisper. He eventually regains control, giving you slight nod. "Now, do you want to tell me what happened?" You ask leaning in.

Finding it rather difficult to look at you, he speaks. "T-the job went smoothly.. I thought we'd be in the clear." His glare changes from worry to rage. "Then some mouthy guy thinks he's some kind of hero. Said these awful things and started swinging on me. So I- pulled out my gun. And I was gonna shoot him, I wanted to shoot him." There's a pause, he swallows hard. "But I missed.. there was a man to the side, shielding his wife. The bullet hit him, I-I killed him." More tears build up in his eyes. Trailing down, mixing with the paint and blood.

"Oh Arthur," you didn't know what to say. It was shocking none the least.

"A regular guy, he did nothing wrong. He was only protecting his wife. He muttered to her 'Our son! Our son! Tell our boy, I love him!' Y/n I-"

You immediately stand from the chair to hold him. "I'm so sorry baby, it was a mistake. Please don't cry."

"I thought that if I shot my original target, t-that I would feel better." He snivels, "but even after I blew his brains out, I still felt terrible about the first man."

His laughing cries are muffled into your chest. Arthur has never once regretted killing a person- EVER. However his particular one struck him deeply. That poor man was at the wrong place, wrong time. He gave absolutely no trouble, just trying to keep his wife safe. And what did he pay for it? His life. A chance to raise his son. Now, the child must live on carrying the pain of his father being taken from him. To grow up without the love and support he was surely given. Something Arthur's never received himself growing up, he'd hate to be the one to take it away from a small, innocent soul.

"I'm just so tired.." he pulls away lightly, glancing towards the residue he left on your shirt. "Oh shit, your shirt. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you shy it off. "You're more than welcome to say the night, Arthur. The city can wait on the Joker. Tonight, you need to stay here with me."

He looks at you adoringly before pertaining back to his state. "You sure? I mean, I'm filthy." He takes a whiff where he stands, smelling how bad he reeks.

Having grown rather used to his little messes, they don't bother you. "You can use my shower," you taking his hand, guiding him through your bedroom into the bathroom. "Take as long as you need. I'll leave you a towel and something to wear."

"Thank you." He whispers, "I would kiss you right now, but I don't want to get you dirty."

Smiling, you place your hand on his cheek. Slowly going in for a sweet kiss. Lingering a bit when you draw back, licking your lips. "I don't mind a little dirty." You tease pulling away to leave the room. "Call if you need anything, I'll be right in the other room."

He nods bashfully before you shut the door. Giving him privacy to wash the remains of today's terrible events down the drain.

End of part 6. I'm soft for sweet and polite Arthur🥺 We're not done, more coming up!

#Man Under the Makeup #joker #joker 2019 #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #arthur fleck x female reader #joker x reader #joker x y/n

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gauntie-o-dimm · 5 years

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Gaetan | Wherever You Want

Prompt: “Be quiet, or they’ll hear you.” Word count: 1900+ Warnings: Smut, swearing

It had all started with occasional glances after Geralt and I had fulfilled the contact on the Beast of Honorton. I had begged the Wolf to spare him, and he had listened. After we brought Millie to her auntie and it all came to rest, Geralt yet again heard my pleas to let Gaetan seek refuge at Kaer Morhen, where said Cat was grateful for. Gaetan was a charming man, really. He would smile at me ever so often, his intense gaze more piercing than the ones of the other Witchers. Briefly, this man was interesting. Very interesting.

I had swung one leg over the other as I leaned one hand on the bench I was sitting on, a few gwent cards tucked in the other. Across of me sat Eskel, his eyes narrowed as he looked from his cards to me. 'I told you I would win.' I bluffed as he put down a Braenn card, a smirk spreading on his face. 'Are you sure, (Y/n)?' I gazed at the strongest cards in my hand. 'Hm...' I tilted my head, smiling as I put down a poor fucking infantry. Eskel snorted. 'Really? Amateur.' He was about to put down another card as Lambert barged in, smashing a crate with bottles of wine on the table, interrupting our game by sending all our cards flying. 'Time to drink!' he spoke, clearly tipsy already. 'We were playing Gwent.' I stated, frowning at the Witcher. 'Lame. Let's get drrrunk!' He took one of the bottles and drank straight from it, wine leaking across his chin as it almost gushed out over his face. I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose, just hoping he would fuck off. But Eskel had lost his temper already, standing up, facing Lambert with rage in his eyes. 'Listen here you prick--' Geralt snorted, 'I am getting really tired of your shit.' 'I am getting tired of yoúr shit!' Lambert cooed, making his friend even more furious. I shook my head, sighing deeply before raising from my seat. I gathered my deck from the floor and tucked it in my pocket, leaving the two behind to fight.

That night, a few hours later, tension was laying thickly in the air between Lambert and Eskel. 'You know,' Vesemir broke the awkward silence, 'We could always have a drink or two together.' My eyes found Gaetan's frowning face as he looked at the older Witcher, 'Isn't Lambert drunk off his ass already?' I had to withold myself from giggling. The Cat gave me an amused grin. 'I can use a few more. It has worn off.' Lambert said in a grumpy voice, rubbing his forehead. 'Let's gather around then.' Geralt said, scooting closer to Yennefer. I took the full mug Vesemir handed me, the wine almost spilling. 'Wine in a tankard, how elegant.' Yennefer sighed, refusing the drink she was being offered. 'At least one of us should stay sober in case something happens.' I felt someone sit down next to me and I looked up, smiling as I saw it was Gaetan.

'Hey.' he said, cocking an eyebrow. 'Hello there.' I brought the mug to my lips and took a sip, slowly swallowing it as Gaetan kept looking at me. 'Hm?' He simply smiled, taking a swig from his own drink. His hand brushed against mine as he shifted in his seat, lingering there for a few moments before he withdrew his caloussed palm. I let out a surprised hum which got him chuckling in response.

'Hello, earth to (Y/n)!'

I blinked a few times, awakening from my state of trance. Eskel was holding up a bottle. 'You want some more or are you wasted already?' I held out my cup for him to pour in some more. This would become a pretty long evening and I would certainly become drunk if I kept going like this.

I kept myself from drinking too much that night, for I wouldn't have liked to wake up naked on the bathroom floor swimming in my own vomit. We laughed about some stupid story Lambert was telling. 'And then, he... he just fell onto the ground... when my sword went into his neck... I mean back!' Said Witcher hiccupped as he finished his story. Eskel burst out in laughter as I just grinned, finishing the remains of wine in my mug. I nearly choked on them as a warm hand caressed my thigh, stopping at the knee before the person quickly took it away. Gaetan next to me had tensed up, his face reddening. 'Forgive me. I didn't mean to... The wine carried me away.' The Cat averted his gaze before I slowly took his hand, putting it back on my leg. 'It's fine. I like it, even.' He frowned. 'Really? I mean, what?' I let out a light laugh. 'Really. You can touch me wherever you want.' I felt my face become pale at that comment. I wasn't intended to sound so vulgar.

Gaetan however noticed every bit. 'Wherever I want? Like... Wherever...' He draped an arm around me, leaning in, nuzzling his face into my neck. I swear I could hear him purr, how ironic for someone from the School of the Cat. I smiled, relaxing under his surprisingly warm touch. 'Yes.' 'That a confession?' I was silent for a moment. 'Perhaps.' The Witcher smiled. 'If I knew, I would've kissed you sooner.' I blinked in confusion. 'But you didn't kiss m--' I was cut off by his lips on mine, soft and warm as they slowly moved. The others didn't seem to notice as they were too drunk to think properly, Vesemir had fallen asleep on the table and Yen had withdrawn herself to her study. After a second he pulled back, his hands finding mine. His Witcher eyes stared at me intensely. 'Let's get out of here.' 'To where?' 'I don't care.' He stood up and grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him to a nearby room. He slammed the door shut, pushing me against it while pinning my arms above my head, his mouth pressed onto my own, drawing air from me as if he needed me to be alive. I never imagined Gaetan to be such a good kisser, it surprised me a bit. Our tongues wrestled as one of Gaetans hands tugged at my hair, dragging through the strands as he tilted my head aside carefully, brushing away a few (h/c) locks before he started to kiss my neck, leaving hickeys directly. His hands now fondled my clothed breasts as I leaned against the door, eyes closed in pure bliss. Excitement had started to grow the very moment he had kissed me and there had to be done something about it. 'Let's be quick before we're missed.' I breathed, facing Gaetan who had a bewildered look on his face. His gaze darkened as he stared at me intensely. My hands unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a clank alongside his pants. The Cat rid me off my trousers as well before pushing me up against the door, lifting my hips before tugging aside my panties.

Gaetan groaned softly as he saw how wet I was already. 'Your cunt looks so fucking delicious.' he muttered, undoing his underwear before his boner sprung free between our bodies. I gasped softly at his size and I realized this was going to hurt. 'Like what you see?' Gaetan purred, cupping my face in his hands softly. 'Hmhm, just a bit nervous.' 'Just bite me if it hurts.' He pressed his tip inside, tears springing to my eyes already. 'Hmmmf...' Gaetan clasped a palm over my mouth to muffle my moans. 'Not all of them are drunk as fuck. Be quiet, or they'll hear you.' He pressed his cock inside some more until he unexpectedly smashed himself inside completely, making me cry out in pain. I was happy with the hand on my face now, for the sound would've been so loud that the Witchers would've taken a look immediately.

I adjusted to his length and he pushed me up against the door, making me chuckle as the wood creaked on the impact. Gaetan lifted my legs so he could thrust in and out more easily and I wrapped my arms around him. 'Just like that.' I cooed as he started to trust, my face a flush of pink. He bucked his hips, the erotic sound of bodies colliding audible if if weren't for the creaking door. He sped up, his grunts uneven as he buried his face in my neck. 'You're so tight and warm.' he breathed, pecking the skin a few times. 'You are so fucking big.' I breathed, clawing at his clothed back. 'Hurry.' I muttered as I saw the light in Yennefers room die down. 'You could've chosen a different place to fuck me.' Gaetan chuckled as his breath hitched, sweat on his brow while his pupils were dilated. 'Wanna move through the halls?' I laughed lightly while the knot in my stomach tightened. 'What would the Wolven School say as we ran through the hall with your penis deep inside me?' Gaetan smirked, slipping his index finger into my mouth. 'I like your wit. No wonder I am in love with you. Now hold on tight, we are going to speed up some more.' I sucked on the digit as he quickened his thrusts, The sound of liquids dripping on the floor echoed. 'That's fucking great, now they will think there is a leak here...' 'Last time I checked, you were the one leaking.' Gaetan responded, making me laugh. He rolled his hips, plunging in and out of me faster and faster. He had withdrawn his finger from my mouth and had started to massage my clit with it. My walls started to clamp around his cock and he felt it, his teeth gritting as he looked at me adoringly. 'I am so close.' I whispered, feeling my clitoris throb in pleasure. 'Come for me. Now.' His hand was on my mouth right in time as I loudly mewled, orgasming intensely. I spasmed a few times, coming down from my high as Gaetan slipped out of me, placing me on the ground. My legs wobbled and I started to giggle uncontrollably.

'The Cat seems like a pussy destroyer! Get it?'

Gaetan laughed, wrapping his fingers around his member. 'I'm so close to cumming as well, (Y/n)... I you just...' 'Of course.' I knelt down in front of him, taking his swollen cock in my mouth. Carefully, he grabbed my hair, parting it and holding as if it were two ponytails. I licked across the base, giving his testicles a squeeze before I took the tip in again, sucking roughly while swirling my tongue around it. 'Fuck...' Gaetan panted, starting to thrust into my mouth. 'Let me fuck your face...' He slammed in and out of me, tears in the corners of my eyes as I nearly gagged each time his shaft hit the back of my throat. 'Swallow.' he muttered, and before I could react his cock twitched, ejaculating sperm into my mouth. He groaned loudly. Too loudly.

The door where I was sitting against opened and in the dooropening appeared Yennefer, her hand on her hip as she frowned. 'What's going on here?' 'Isn't that clear?' I spoke after swallowing the cum. Gaetan scratched his neck awkwardly. Just now I noticed the faces of the others, Vesemir and Geralt shocked as Eskel was pinching the bridge of his nose, Lambert grinning like an idiot. 'I told you so, Eskel. Now pay up, you lost the bet.' Lambert caught the coin purse right in time. 'Besides, (Y/n), you have a bit of... Cream in the corner of your mouth.'

#witcher x reader #the witcher #gaetan #x reader #smut #moans of Temeria

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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Dilated - Cal Lightman x Reader

Synopsis: You babysit for Emily, Cal's daughter, and Cal drives you home afterward. The only thing is, he can tell you want him desperately. (Emily is a bit aged down in this)

You adjust your skirt and sweater, and head up the walkway to the Lightman residence.

The girl who you’d be babysitting for has a rather famous father. Famous in the world of science at least, and you follow a lot of true crime stuff. Cal Lightman is his name, and he’s damn good at what he does. You’ve heard stories of all the crazy things he can figure out just by watching a person talk—he can figure out if they’re telling the truth or not by a simple twitch or shrug.

Needless to say, you’re a little nervous to finally meet the man.

You knock on the door, biting your lip, and a few moments later, you hear footsteps. The door swings open to reveal a cynical looking blonde man—shorter in stature, but the way he stands reveals his astronomical confidence. He narrows his eyes at you.

“Can I help you?”

“Is this the bachelor party? Someone hired a stripper,” you say, and he raises his eyebrows. You smirk, taking a step inside. “That wasn’t a lie. It was a joke.”

He sputters, and glances at you in newfound appreciation. “You... know who I am, I take it.”

“Yessir,” you hold out a hand, and he shakes it. “Pleased to meet you, Dr. Lightman.”

“Cal,” he says slowly, still observing you in interest, “Call me Cal.”

“Alright Cal,” you say, and look upstairs. “Where’s your daughter?”

“She’s um—” As if just remembering he even has a daughter, he turns and shouts up. “Emily! You look fine! You’re not the one going out, I am, you don’t need makeup to look cool in front of the babysitter!”

Thumping footsteps.

“You know dad, I would be embarrassed, but I’m just used to you ruining everything by now,” Emily sighs, rolling her eyes and walking into the kitchen. Cal looks at you, shrugs, and turns back to her.

“I’ll be home around... oh, 11? That fine?”

“I don’t care,” Emily says, and Cal nods curtly.

“Great. 3 AM it is!” He winks at you. “Just kidding. Wouldn’t put you through nine hours with her even for more than minimum wage.”

“DAD!”

“I’m gonna leave, before she ties me to a stake and burns me.” You laugh, and see him to the front door. He slips on his jacket, and looks at his watch. “Yeah, um. So 11. Should be when I’m home, maybe even earlier, if the dinner gets nice and boring.” You laugh again, and rock back and forth on your toes.

“You on your way to pick up your date first?”

He studies you.

Why is she asking me that?

Her lips just twitched up, and her right eyebrow raised for the fraction of a millisecond.

She’s sucking on the inside of her lip.

She wouldn’t be asking what she did if she didn’t want to fuck you.

Jesus H, her pupils just fucking dilated.

“No,” Cal decides, “No, I haven’t got one, unfortunately, just... little old me.” You nod, and he hesitates before grabbing his keys. “You’re not inviting your boyfriend over to have sex on my couch while my daughter’s asleep, are you?”

You blink, not used to how forthright he is. “Uh... of course not. I don't have a boyfriend.”

She’s not lying.

Well. That rules out the dilation. She wants to bloody sleep with you.

Cal nods slightly, and turns tail, shutting the door. You sigh, pressing your back to it, and try to ignore the throbbing arousal you feel from just meeting the charming single dad, walking over to the kitchen.

“Hey, Emily. I’m up for anything—how do you feel like spending the night while your dad’s gone?” Just then, it occurs to you all too fast. “Oh god.”

Emily frowns, looking at you. “What?”

He asked me that to see if I had a boyfriend! That genius asshole!

You smile and blush, and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Nothing. Just remembered I had something important tomorrow, but it’s not a big deal.”

Emily crosses her arms. “I’m around my dad enough to know a lie when I see one.” You shake your head.

“C’mon. Netflix?”

“Horror movies,” she grins, and you shrug. The kid’s almost 12, and Cal seems like the type of dad who’d let his daughter watch gory procedural crime dramas just for the faces.

A little bit through the night, you and Emily had abandoned your movie, You're Next, to chat about her school life-- she had confided in you about something earlier, and it got the ball rolling. You're just getting into the topic of how she feels about dating, when keys jiggle in the front lock. On the left couch where you are, you allow your pajama top to ride up and expose your stomach, letting the blanket slip as well.

"Everybody still alive?" Cal squints the TV. "I wouldn't be, if I had to watch that crap."

"Dad, when's (y/n) coming back?" she asks, and Cal looks at you.

"I guess you're the cool one now."

You two head to the front door as Emily goes up to get into bed. "So."

You smile. "So."

"I guess I'll need you again next... Saturday night?"

"No problem," you nod, getting shivers from the way he said "need you."

"See you then," he opens the door, then hesitates at your intense gaze. "Or, um... can I give you a lift?" he offers, "It's no trouble."

"That'd be great."

You two get in the car, him driving for about five minutes before he looks around.

"This about the place?"

"No, it's about 15 minutes from here, actually."

A lie.

She lives somewhere around this neighborhood, but she wants you to keep driving.

"Alright," Cal nods, and keeps on. "So, what's your house look like out here?"

"Uh... it's, big. And white."

"Yeah? What's the street name?"

"Um..."

Cal starts to laugh, and pulls over by a park, behind a tree. "Cut the crap. It's entertaining, but abysmal. You're really not a very good liar."

You huff, crossing your arms, and in doing so, your breasts get pushed up. Cal's eyes shift down, then back up to yours. You notice this, and start to smile. "Were you analyzing me when you met me?"

"Thats sort of what I do. I'm always analyzing people," Cal replies, "Can't help it." You press on.

"But me. What did you find out?"

Cal cocks his head, turning to face you fully. "I found... your pupils dilating when you looked at me."

"Mhmm?" you ask, slowly crawling over to him, "And... what does that mean?" Cal never breaks eye contact with you as he watches you climb into his lap, and his hands settle comfortably on your hips, slowly starting to work his fingers into a deep massaging motion.

"Dilated pupils are a micro expression of sexual arousal," he says, voice low, "Either that, or you banged your head really hard before coming in, and judging by how snappy you were with your little," he gestures, "Dirty joke at the door, that was not the case."

"Quick thinking," you breathe, ghosting your lips just by his to drag up his cheek.

Cal gives you a dark smile. "It's my job, love." He then enforces his hand on your back, bringing you in for a hot kiss before tugging you back, grinding his hips up into your inner thigh to show you just how hard he's getting. You feel his bulge, and feel your pussy getting wetter, clenching to feel him fill you.

Cal brings a hand down, beginning to rub. He watches your eyes with careful scrutiny, watching your reaction. He eventually lays the seat back, and parts your legs, reaching into your panties and slipping three fingers inside of you. You moan loudly, and he begins a movement of stroke, curve, stroke.

"How's this...?" he murmurs. He watches you.

Her lips are parted, but she's chewing on the inside of her cheek.

Her brow is furrowed.

Her fingers are restless.

What if I...

Cal changes his pace to a faster curve, curve, thrust, and when your eyes roll back and you bite your lip, fisting his shirt, he smirks. "Theeere she is."

"Fuck me," you hiss.

"Plan on it," he nods.

"Cal," you whine, and he watches your face, reading your eyes. He grazes your clit, and as your eyebrows lift and your pupils dilate even more, he focuses his attention on that.

"Got something to say?"

"Will you... um," you blush, and he stares into what seems like your fucking soul.

"You can do better than that," he chides.

"Eat my pussy," you beg.

"On it." You crawl out of his lap, and by some miracle, he gets your legs on either side of his face, where you sit and he starts to lick you.

"Oh my fucking god," you moan, and he pushes his tongue inside you, the wet sloppy noises he's making while eating you out turning you on even more. After a few more minutes of this, you squirm. "Cal, I need your cock."

"Thank god, I'm dying to feel what this glorious cunt is like," his eyes are sultry, salacious, "You taste amazing, love."

You bite your lip, and he holds up a finger, getting the genius idea to put the seat back up for a better position. You then straddle him, and while both of you are sitting up, he unzips himself and finally frees his cock, burying it deep. You let him sink all the way in before starting to move, rocking your chest against his. He appreciates your elevation, and watches your breasts rise and fall with every rock like a ship of the two of your bodies.

"You're close," he observes, watching you, and you nod with a gasp. "It's alright darling, let go." You would protest, but you don't have much choice as your orgasm washes over you, his dick continuing to push in and out and rock around as you both clutch onto each other.

"God, magnificent," his breath hitches, and he suddenly looks alarmed. "Shit shit shit, c--ahh, co-oming, coming, gotta get out of--!" Quick thinking, you drop the seat again as he holds his orgasm, but that just pushes him deeper, making him groan and white knuckle your hips. You quickly lift off, and look down, watching Cal's chest rise and fall as he begins to arch his back. You stroke the V of his abs and wrap your fist around his throbbing cock, jerking him off fast. He gasps. "(y/n)..."

You open your mouth, and catch some of bis cum on your tongue and lips as you stroke it all out of him. His head falls back with a thunk, and he rubs his hands over his face.

"Haven't come that hard since..." he frowns. "That time I jacked off in my office after hours, on the phone with a prostitute. Unfortunately, there are security cameras. Unfortunately, I knew."

You laugh, and slide back to your seat, pulling up your panties again and pulling down your top. Cal sucks on his bottom lip, straightens the seat back up again, and looks over. He brings a hand to your face, strokes your cheek with his thumb, and studies you. "Will you stop doing that?" you smile.

"Doing what?"

"If you wanna know how I feel, just ask me."

He takes his hands back. "Alright. How d'you feel?"

"Pretty fucking wonderful," you giggle, "But I need to do a laundry before my roommate finds my sweater covered in cum."

"That would be an idea," Cal nods, and scratches his head. "Right, uhhh... about next Saturday night. Wanna..."

"Babysit?" you smirk.

"Babysit," he affirms, smirking in amusement. You nod.

"I don't think I could resist you for longer than a week after tonight, Dr. Lightman."

He winks.

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NOTE: Sorry about that long wait, my beta stepped down from the project and NaNoWriMo is in full swing so it kinda made this harder to get around to. Sorry! I'll try to get more chapters out faster.

=Chapter 6

“You really want the whole story?”

The two of them were seated atop the jungle gym in Vytal Park, legs swinging idly. Everything had been quiet for a while before Yang finally spoke up; by that point, Weiss had begun to fear this would be a silent occasion that consisted only of enjoying each other’s closeness.

“I do. But you don’t have to tell me anything. I just…” She shrugged, pulling one knee up higher. “You kept pushing me so hard to do more with you, go further, be a bigger part of your life. And the one time I take a step like that on my own, I get shot down. Almost literally. Do I not get any say in how things go? Am I just… along for the ride?”

Yang sighed. “That’s ain’t really fair, Schnee. But… it’s not completely unfair, either, I guess.” After a long pause spent staring at the sun over the trees, she finally said, “I didn’t come in yesterday because I was in too much pain to move.”

“Oh. Like… from what? Your cycle?” she half-joked. And Yang did laugh at it.

“Nothing like that. Usually don’t hit me very hard. Just… um…” A slight shrug. “Mom found my report card.”

Turning just a little more in her direction, she asked, “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I’m flunking like, two classes. The rest I’m squeaking by, but… part of the deal of staying with her was that I wouldn’t completely fail at school. That I would get my diploma and then try to get a degree in something after that. After seeing those two F’s, she decided I needed a reminder.”

Yang’s hands moved to the shirt underneath her jacket. For a wild second, Weiss was afraid she was about to get flashed, even though that wouldn’t make much sense given the context of their conversation. When she rolled the fabric up, a few dark purple bruises were visible against her pale stomach, along her sides. Each was roughly the size of a human fist.

“Oh no…”

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Yang promised with a wince. “Just a couple of punches to the gut; both me and Mom can take as good as we give. But she wanted me to know that slacking in class wasn’t going to cut it in her h-”

The words cut off entirely as timid lips met the purpling flesh. Weiss felt like she was going to expire from doing so, especially in such a public setting, but she couldn’t let the sight go untended. The stomach flexed under her lips, and she pulled away a little to gaze up at Yang’s surprised face.

“I’m sorry that happened,” she breathed, seeing her shiver from the caress of her air. Apparently, Yang wasn’t the only one who could have this kind of effect on another woman.

“R-really? I’m… it’s not a big…”

“You deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. Not punched by your own mother. That’s… that is unacceptable, Yang!”

This time, she wasn’t as flattered and flustered. She looked away, hand falling to the crown of Weiss’s head as an afterthought. “Her house, her rules. And like I said, it looks way worse than it is; she felt bad about laying into me and called me in sick yesterday so I could heal up. But… that was before you came to visit.”

“Oh no,” she whispered, sitting up at last. “I made it worse, didn’t I?”

“You didn’t help much.”

“Ruby tried to warn me,” she sighed, defeated. “I just didn’t understand what she was trying to say at the time. I made your mom mad, and I wrecked your house, too.”

“Don’t worry about the door; that happens all the time. But you dropping in made for a lot of awkward questions. Now, she’s warning me not to get too attached, blaming you for my grades slipping; I told her we’d only been hanging out for a week and she seemed to let you off the hook after that. Not that it means she wants you coming around ever again.”

Sighing, she gazed down at Yang’s little navel where it lay between firm abdominal muscles. Her fingertip pushed into the tiny well of skin. “I don’t want her to hurt you anymore. I like how you are now.”

“Oooh… don’t do that.”

“What? This?”

“Y-yeahhh…” That was very nearly a groan. “It feels good in a weird way…”

That got Weiss’s hand jerking away. But a moment later, she was smiling very vaguely. “Have to admit, I never thought I would put my finger in anyone’s belly button on purpose.”

“Well, now you have,” she laughed. Still subdued, but smiling again.

“Good. Anyway, if you want me to apologise for coming to check on you, I won’t; I was well within my rights to come by your house and-”

“Enough. You didn’t know my mom and how she operates, but now you do, so… so just don’t again, okay?” Weiss nodded. “Cool. Thank you.”

As they returned to gazing at the slowly-changing leaves on the trees, the Dragon lapsed into silence again, eventually rolling her shirt down to cover her healing skin. It was a minute or two later Yang broke the silence. “This is crazy.”

“What is?”

“You and me. I never really believed… I mean, I hoped, and I wanted, but not believed.”

“H-hey, I still don’t know what to call what we are, anyway,” Weiss laughed, a bundle of nerves again. “Even if I did just kiss your stomach. But that’s something people do, isn’t it? Kiss boo-boos?”

Shrugging, she said, “For a kid, yeah. Or your own kid. Not for your…”

Both sets of eyes met as they examined the expression opposite their own. Weiss knew hers was mild surprise, and Yang’s seemed regretful. She looked away quickly thereafter. This was something that was taking a lot of getting used to for the princess. Yang had feelings, buried deep as they could be sometimes.

“Your close friend?” she guessed. No answer. “Girlfriend?”

“You said it, not me,” Yang whispered cautiously.

Clearing her throat, Weiss pushed ahead as hastily as she could, “Alright. Let’s quit moping, and… worrying about things we can’t change, anyway. Let’s just go.”

“Where?”

“To Junior’s, or the malt shop. Or…”

Yang’s eyebrow went up a fraction of an inch. “Or?”

“Or… the depot.” She bit her lip. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, but she wanted to stay in Yang’s good graces, even if it wasn’t truly her fault she fell out of them in the first place.

“But I’m all bruised up,” she whispered. “When I take you there again, I want to be in top… physical… condition.” As she spoke, a fingertip grazed up Weiss’s stockinged calf, from the ankle just visible above her white penny loafer all the way to the hem of her skirt.

“Gee whiz, what on earth do you think we’re going to do in there?! I just meant… we could talk privately. And maybe - maybe a little more, but not that much!”

Shaking her head, she hopped down from there to alight on the ground, turning around to gaze up at Weiss. “After what my mom did and you almost wetting yourself, you’d still trust me?”

“Of course. You only got mad because your mom did, right?”

That observation, which seemed to obvious to Weiss, took Yang by surprise. “Shit… maybe I did take it out on you because of her.”

“Exactly. So how fair would it be for me to assume if we were alone together, you would try to hurt me again? You’ve never tried to before, and even this time when you were seeing red, you only pushed me against a wall; you never threw a punch or anything like that. So… so I trust you.”

Yang’s normally-smug face looked so very sad in that instant that Weiss wanted to fly down from the top of the jungle gym and land in her arms, holding her close. “I really… really shouldn’t have done that. But I’m so used to duking it out with the Dragons whenever we have a fight about something that I just… act first, think later.”

“Of course,” she sighed as she did leap down. Yang steadied her for a moment. “But you still controlled yourself mostly when you remembered I’m not a Dragon. Not yet, anyway.”

“Not y- ohhhh no. No, no, no way are you joining.”

“Why not? I get along fairly well with all of you!”

But Yang didn’t truly answer. Only slung an arm around her neck and began to lead her back to her bike.

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By now, the ride to Yang’s hideaway was as thrilling as before without the intense confusion. Their bodies were so close, Yang’s driving skills so confident, that she almost forgot she was with someone most of the town considered to be a delinquent. Of course, it was the prospect of what they were about to do that loomed large in her mind, filling her every nerve ending with electricity.

This time, Yang parked in back. Two crumbling walls helped hide the motorcycle from prying eyes. They circled around to the front and through the loose board, then made their way upstairs to Yang’s cozy little room.

“Are you sure there are no rats or anything?” Weiss whispered.

“There aren’t,” she sighed. “I cleaned this place up once upon a time – brought some traps and poison and stuff. No pests, I swear.”

While Yang was tidying the one or two errant leaves that had blown into the room during their time away, Weiss noticed something that did help to distract her from the prospect of what might take place if they let things get out of hand.

“Oh! You kept it here?”

“Yeah,” she laughed as Weiss picked up the solitary fuzzy slipper from next to the many candles. “I mean, I wasn’t really sure what else to do with it, but I didn’t want to bring it home. Too many questions if Raven found it.”

“Who’s Raven?”

“My mom.”

“Oh.” She set the little heel down and turned back to see Yang was sitting on the couch. “Is there a reason you don’t call her ‘Mom’?”

“Didn’t grow up with her until I was older. Summer was ‘Mom’, and Raven was just this lady that came by once in awhile to see if I was still alive.”

“That’s still unacceptable. But I guess… we can’t help the hand we’re dealt sometimes.”

But Yang didn’t seem to want to talk about her parents anymore. She patted the seat next to herself and Weiss obeyed. Her heart kept ticking up in speed, even though she was telling it not to do that. An arm looped around her waist, and she leaned against Yang more readily than she had at any point before then. Was she crazy? No… she was beginning to realise that this wasn’t crazy. It was everything she had dreamed of happening to her one day. Maybe it came from the person she least expected, but rationally, Yang was just a very exciting woman. One with waters that ran deeper than the surface; a true strength that wasn’t like the brutishness she had perceived on the surface.

“You’re still nervous,” Yang chuckled softly, eyes heavily lidded and smile lazy. “Come on, Schnee. What can the matter be?”

“I’ve never… you and I have only even kissed a couple of times, and even that was so… much. It was so much to me!”

“Yeah, I kinda figured. Nobody’s ever mentioned you having a beau before now, or even meeting a boy at the soda fountain. Can I tell you a secret?” Weiss nodded, so she leaned in to breathe into her ear, “That’s half the reason I kept teasing you.”

Swallowing hard, she whispered, “What? Really, it’s because I haven’t had a steady fella?”

“Mmm. Anytime I notice a girl never dating boys? That’s like a yellow light; I can keep going until I see a red light. Find out how far I make it.”

“And what’s…” The hand on her knee made her shiver, so she tried again. “What’s a green light?”

“When you’re a gal who likes gals, there is no green light.” There was a little bitterness in her tone, even though she was still smiling, still petting up and down Weiss’s thigh. It sent tingles into places she had never felt tingles before. “Well… this is a green light; you not breaking my arm for doing this. Or me asking if it’s okay. But before that, I can’t know for sure. Can’t assume anything.”

By now, Weiss was rendered mute. Blood rushed behind her ears as Yang kissed her jawline, then her neck. The hand never went anywhere other than her thigh, but that alone was plenty. Every movement they shared made her heart beat so fast she thought it might break free of her chest and race off into the sunset.

“You’re shivering,” Yang accused in a soft whisper.

“I…” No more words came, no matter how hard she searched. Why did she have to be such a coward when she needed to be brave?

“Here.” Sitting back a little, Yang took off her jacket and draped it over Weiss’s shoulders. The leather instantly warmed her, sharing Yang’s leftover body heat as it seeped into her bones. “Better?”

Weiss smiled, her face a red mess as she clutched the collar around her with both hands. “Thank you. Wow… I never expected this.”

“What?”

“You being so gallant. Like a prince in a fairy tale.”

Grinning toothily, she said, “It’s what a princess deserves. When it’s important, sometimes I can be less of a meathead. Oh!”

Weiss blinked rapidly as she popped up and went back to the table, returning with the slipper. “What are you doing?”

But Yang’s hands were gently raising her calf, then reaching to remove one of her penny loafers. She wanted to ask the question again, but the words stuck in her throat; this was so strange, such a completely unprecedented action. Was Yang going to stop there, or keep undressing her? One hand drifted up to ball under her chin, nervous and excited and beside herself.

“You’re so adorable,” Yang suddenly breathed, having caught that reaction. She lifted her foot and kissed the tip of her big toe through the nylon stocking, which made her breath catch again. Then she brought the slipper forward and glided it into place.

“I only have one,” she laughed shakily, knowing her cheeks were redder than ever.

“Exactly. Just like Cinderella, right?”

Her pale blue eyes went wide. “Cinderella? You aren’t just teasing, you… really think I’m some kind of princess? I’m not. I’m just a spoiled little girl who doesn’t know anything.”

“Not true. But hey, I don’t mind spoiling you. Sometimes, anyway.” She kissed her shin before rising to re-join her on the couch. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

Yang debated for a moment. When she spoke again, Weiss could understand why. “When I did push you against the locker… how did you feel? Like, not just ‘scared’, but everything you thought in that minute. Really let me have it.”

“What do you mean?” But when Yang only petted up and down her back through the jacket, she tried to think through her feelings in that moment. “Um… shocked, betrayed. A little angry, maybe. Still worried about where you had been, and surprised that you were suddenly there. Afraid of what would happen if we didn’t stop arguing soon - and I was right about that one.”

“Yeah,” Yang laughed ruefully.

“That’s… that’s about it, I guess. Is there supposed to be more?”

Her other hand alighted on her knee, this time staying still. Just resting there. “You weren’t… turned on?”

“Turned on what?” Yang’s slight rising of eyebrows clued her in. “Oh! Y-you mean did I- sexually? NO! What is- I’ve never felt that kind of- why would you-”

“It’s alright,” she laughed easily, taking her hand away and moving it up to cup Weiss’s cheek instead. “I guess I’ve been… wondering about that.”

“Huh? Can you lend me a clue, I… really don’t know what we’re talking about.”

“From when I first started hitting on you, Schnee. You were into my advances, but not the way most girls are. Either they weren’t interested at all, or they were too interested. Like…” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “The only reason they wanted to be with me was because I was dangerous. They liked racing around on my bike, or me getting all handsy, because it was a thrill. Or they were already a dangerous girl and it was just normal for them. That was fine, I guess.”

“But I didn’t crave the danger,” Weiss supplied easily. Because she didn’t; it excited her, she had to admit, but didn’t make her want to seek out more. Wasn’t addictive in that way Yang described. A lot of those comments Yang had made when they first started speaking came back to her: ‘You want me to be a brute.’ They made total sense now, even if they turned out to be inaccurate guesses on Yang’s part.

“Yeah. Or you did a little, but it more made you… stop me if I’m wrong about any of this,” she laughed, and Weiss laughed a little, too. “It made you want to know me. Not just get more cheap thrills.”

Nodding her agreement came very easily. She hadn’t even thought about things this directly herself yet, but everything Yang was saying rang true. “That’s how I feel, yes. It still seems insane, but… you’re a very passionate, earnest, powerful woman. I’ve never known anyone like you, and I think you and I are… good friends? Becoming good friends? And that’s without…”

Instead of finishing her thought with words, she raised a hand to alight on the one already cupping her face. Yang smiled a little wider. “Yeah. I know. And I’ve never had this before.”

“What? Of course you have.”

“I haven’t.” Yang’s shoulders rose and fell before she went on, “Any girl I made it with, I could tell they were after the thrill of the moment. Even… the one or two Dragons. We were just having fun. I could have been any other Dragon, as long as she was attractive, and it wouldn’t make much difference to them.”

The smile slid off Weiss’s face. “No… come on, you’ve- I thought you were with so many girls! And none of them were… they weren’t romantically interested, they didn’t see how incredible you are? That’s unbelievable!”

Against all odds, Yang was the one blushing now. It looked so out of place on her features, but Weiss knew that was only because she was so used to seeing confidence there. The Dragon was still a woman, after all.

“Awww, you’re so precious…” Leaning in, she pecked Yang’s cheek softly. “Well, allow me to assure you that they are the ones missing out on you. Idiots.”

“Thanks,” she half-laughed, kissing Weiss’s cheek in return. “You’re a sweetheart.”

“So are you.” When Yang snorted, she added, “I’m serious! You can be fierce and a sweetheart.”

“Says who?”

“Says me. And my word is law.” She kissed her cheek again, and then again right after, and Yang grinned so wide that it lit up the rest of her face. “Look at this blonde angel!”

“Stop it!”

“I will not!” Three more kisses, one of them on her forehead, and Yang was giggling as much as Weiss. Then their lips met…

They both stilled for a moment. It had happened so naturally that Weiss couldn’t even remember the moment they had gone from cheek-kissing to this with clarity. Within a second or two, Yang’s instincts took over and she was pouring herself into the contact in much the same way as before, kneading against Weiss’s welcoming mouth. This time, she had no reservations, did not want to push Yang away. They both needed to feel every ounce of each other’s desire to try this now.

Again, Weiss felt the tingles she had felt from the hand on her thigh, even without it being there anymore. Yang’s arms were around her back, and her own were responding in kind, welcoming more, craving it in the way she had not craved the danger. The intensity was the same as before without Yang needing to compensate for Weiss’s reticence anymore. They were together in that moment.

The couch rose up to meet her back and Yang was above her, pinning her to it, causing her stomach to drop away when she realised that. What would they do now? Did she want to do more? Yang wasn’t exactly advancing, not the way a boy would - seizing every opportunity that presented itself. But she was still very vaguely in command of the situation. Weiss liked it better that way, even if she had this feeling Yang would appreciate it if they tried the reverse sometime. The bashful blushing smile had told her as much.

A few minutes later, when she realised they were both rolling their hips a little, Weiss tried to figure out why. She knew why, from what she’d heard about the birds and the bees around school. But they were both women! Why would they bother to perform such actions?

“Mmhh,” Yang sighed as they parted, violet eyes staring down into her own. “You feel… a little antsy.”

“What?” she breathed, still beside herself. “What do you mean?” Hips slammed down against her own. “Ah! That’s…”

“This.”

“But what can we do about it? We’re both… a-and I’m not ready, anyway…”

Yang thought about that a moment, then shrugged. “Nothing. We can just do what we’re doing. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she admitted, even if it brought a fresh prickling of shame into her chest. But she tried to shove that out of the way; it was inconvenient. “Yang… I’ve never felt like this for anyone in my whole life.”

“Me, either. You’re so beautiful, and sweet, and I just… I thought you would be some ice queen I could defrost if I worked hard enough at it, but you were never an ice queen at all.”

Her shoulders shrugged helplessly. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Doesn’t matter.” She kissed Weiss’s chin, which was somehow just as intimate as kissing her lips. “I’m crazy about you. Head over heels.”

That made the princess giggle. “You stole one of my heels.”

“Slipper-heels. Those don’t count.”

“They don’t? Why not, pray tell?”

“Because they aren’t real shoes, they’re only house-shoes.”

“And that makes sense to you, hmm?” When Yang only giggled, she smiled and nuzzled their noses together. “I did worry you were going to do something weird with it.”

“Weird like what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you were building a Weiss shrine. Maybe you just collect a single shoe from all of your past lovers.”

Now, Yang was laughing aloud, even as they nuzzled and petted over each other’s arms and backs, their hair. “You’re something else, Schnee.”

Another kiss, this one longer than the last. Their hips ground into each other, and Weiss felt some vague urges - she wanted to slip one leg up to press between Yang’s, or let Yang do that to her. But she didn’t understand why, and was too afraid to force her body to make the attempt. So they kissed, and petted, and enjoyed the warmth and closeness and the tingling that came from budding urges. Yang did wince once when Weiss petted too vigorously along one of her bruises, but otherwise seemed to take it all in stride. This woman probably knew more about how to treat another woman than any of the boys in town.

Finally, the room had grown almost entirely dark, and Yang sat back to gaze down at the shadowy form beneath her. “Damn… I was really enjoying that.”

“Oh? I m-mean… are we stopping?”

“For now. I have a meeting with Salem; we’re supposed to parley with the Huntsmen. Big thing. And… I have a feeling you and Pyrrha need to do your homework.”

“You need to do it with us,” she warned her, and Yang rolled her eyes as they sat up. “No, no, don’t act like I’m being a nag; I don’t want you getting beat up again. Come do homework with us.”

“That won’t go very well,” she sighed, rubbing at her face. “Your parents, seeing me walk in your front door?”

“Hmm… there has to be a way around this.” She tapped her chin, then struck her palm with her fist. “Pyrrha!”

“What about her?”

As they stood and got ready to leave, she went on, “Let’s try something. You park near Pyrrha’s house, leave your jacket in her car; it’ll be safe there. Then come over to mine and we’ll study there. Without the Dragons jacket, you’ll just be another friend from school there to study.”

“Well… I guess it would be safe in a locked car…” Clearly, the jacket was even more important than Weiss had expected. “Or I could just leave it with you. Keeping my girl warm.”

“Your girl!” she burst out, pushing her hands into her face. Yang chuckled, though she couldn’t see her doing so. “This is crazy! I’m your girl, aren’t I? This is really happening!”

Draping an arm around her shoulders, Yang carefully led her toward the door. “Crazy or not, here we come. Weiss and Yang, Yang and Weiss.”

“Mmm… I could get used to the sound of that, I think.” Then she started. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“My shoe! I’m not going home with one slipper on!”

Laughing, Yang jogged back up the stairs and grabbed it, then returned to where they had paused halfway down them. On a lower step, she leaned over to make the switch, but Weiss made her pause halfway through.

“What?”

“Again.” She raised her foot to Yang’s face. Rolling her eyes, she kissed Weiss’s toes before sliding the loafer back into place. “Thank you.”

“Why was that necessary?” Yang laughed.

“You did it last time. I thought toe-kissing was part of the process of you changing my shoes.”

Now chortling even louder, Yang swept her into her arms once they got to the bottom of the stairwell, spinning her around in a circle and making Weiss let out a peal of titters that rang off the stone walls. Once they had calmed down and Yang was walking back to their motorcycle, she finally answered.

“You’re something else, Schnee. Really. But I’ll kiss any part of you anytime - Princess-feet and all.”

Somehow, Yang always managed to turn everything around on her like that. It was one of the ways she knew she was falling hard. Real gone.

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #1950s au #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #child abuse tw

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