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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

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winchest09 · 2 years

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Lights Out - Chapter Nine

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: 5923

Summary: Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slow burn, sex talk, sex language, pervy old men, more sex talk, swears, Dean being completely obsessed.

A/N: The slow burn be burning. I'm sorry! But I promise, without spoilers, that we're getting there. Maybe there's some hints in this that you'll pick up on? ;) EEE. I hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for reading, for your support, and your love! I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. __________________________

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Dean was still standing in the middle of the crowd, frozen in place as he watched a vision of beauty walk across the hardwood floor. He was mesmerized, his eyes pinned to the body of this woman who was apparently hypnotising him with every step she took. He couldn't see her features, couldn’t make out her face thanks to the masquerade mask she was wearing. All he saw was the silky red dress, and her Y/H/C hair. Who was she? He must know her if she was here, as how else had she gained entry? Was she someone’s plus one?

He was transfixed; his mind urging him to take steps towards her, yet his body remained frozen in place. It was almost as if he was nervous, like the very presence of her intimidated him. He had never been timorous in his life, had spoken to many attractive women in his time on this earth, so what was it about her that stole his confidence? It was like the world around him had been tuned out, the bodies of the rest of his guests had turned into colorless blurs while his focus remained on her. God, he felt like he had just stared straight into the sun.

“Dean?” The word was muffled, his gaze still upon the unknown soul that was now sitting at his bar, part of her thigh and the rest of her calf on view for all to see. “Dean!”

A sharp snapping female tone drew his attention away, and he turned his face to glance upon the person who had interrupted him. He was met with no other than his faux girlfriend, Bela. Her hands were wrapped around two flutes of champagne, a small scowl resting on the brow he could see as she gazed pointedly up at him.

“W-what?” he stammered, letting a breath leave him in frustration.

“Where is your head?” she remarked, shaking hers as she held out her fingers, gesturing for him to take the alcohol from her grasp. “I’ve bought you a drink.”

“Oh,” he sighed, two of his thick digits coming to rub at his temple as he took it from her. “Thanks.” Sipping, he grimaced; champagne was not his kind of drink. Sure, he would have it if there was nothing else available but at his home, with an open bar, he was disappointed she hadn’t got him a whiskey. “Listen, I’m just going to look for a friend. They’ve let me know they’ve arrived.”

Sipping on the sparkling dom perignon, Bela stepped forward to loop her arm through his, “I’ll come with you.”

“No, you’re good.” His reply came across all too quickly, and he knew he had to make a speedy recovery. He had to charm his way into getting her to do as he wanted, so he played the game. Dean turned on his honeyed tone, allowing a smirk to pull the corner of his lips as his palm gently rested on the top of her arm. “Go and do some socialising, gather some more contacts; find out some useful information for me like a good girl.”

“Alright,” the brunette agreed, falling for his trap as she stepped closer towards him, her fingers playing with the lapels of his jacket. “I won’t be long.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” He smiled, although inside he was recoiling, secretly wanting her to be a while. He watched how she pursed her lips, before slowly rolling onto her tiptoes so her mouth was parallel to his ear.

“You know I always manage to get what I want, and quickly,” Bela whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. In any normal circumstance, he would be turned on, would imagine himself taking her to a bed or nearby closet and fucking her senseless just to get off. But now…his mind was distracted by the scarlet enchantress that shared the very same room.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Dean didn’t even have time to think anymore on the matter, as the brunette was already brushing her lips against his own. He allowed himself to push into the kiss, one large hand resting on her hip as he played his part. If this embrace meant that she would do as he said, leaving him alone for a little while, then he would give an oscar worthy performance.

He felt the pang of pride when he heard how Bela mewled against him, her grip tightening on his suit, a small whimper erupting from her throat. If this was any other circumstance, that would have definitely done something to him but now, he was numb to the seductive charm of the woman who was currently pressing her breasts against his chest, whose tongue was teasing it’s entry to his mouth. Still, confident enough that he had provided her with the satisfaction she was after, he pulled back and smirked when he heard her hum in contentment.

With a nod of his head, he instructed her to do what he had asked, to leave him to go and mingle with the crowd so he could get to where he actually wanted to be. With a coy smile, and the roll of her lips, Bela did just that and once she was a suitable distance away, he let out a low thankful breath. This event was only just getting started and he was already feeling like he’d had enough, wanting to change into his sweats and kick back with a beer instead of this fancy fizz he was still holding.

Curling his nose, he found one of the servers that were walking through the crowd and quickly placed the flute of champagne upon it. It was yet another reason why he didn’t want to be involved with Bela, other than using her for a quick fumble between the sheets. She had no idea who he was, wasn’t considerate of his tastes; if she was, then he would be holding a nice aged whiskey in his hand instead. Still, he could swallow down those feelings for the night, knowing that once tomorrow arrived Dean could go back to blanking her texts and ignoring her calls until the need arose. Yes, he was required to keep her close because of whatever merger his dad was doing with hers, but when she was always so desperate to get into his pants, that wouldn’t be too hard.

Making his way through the crowd, he scanned every woman who was standing still, his eyes quickly gazing over their features as he tried to find who he was looking for. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long and due to the mask he was wearing, his path wasn’t interrupted by his guests wanting to strike up a conversation. There, just to the side of the main entrance, was a blonde waiting patiently wrapped in a black sequined dress that rested off one shoulder.

“Jo?” He asked tentatively, unsure as to whether the woman he was walking up to, was his friend from the Blue Moon Bar.

“Dean?” she returned, her tone just as unsure as her brown eyes looked him up and down. He knew that voice though, and automatically he broke out into a beaming smile.

“Hey,” he greeted, his arms open wide as he pulled her into a brief hug. Stepping back, he gestured toward her. “Wow, look at you.”

“Scrub up well right?” she chuckled, doing a little twirl before mirroring Dean’s previous action. “You don’t look too bad yourself, although all I see you in is suits.”

“Yeah well,” he cleared his throat, his fingers coming to tidy up the lapels of his jacket and straighten his bow tie, “if it ain’t broke and all that.”

“So, tell me. Did I just see you kissing someone?” Jo questioned, her gaze full of curiosity as she looked up at him, waiting for his response. Her lips were pulled into a knowing smile as he once again began to feel a little uncomfortable. He knew the reaction this was going to get.

“Just…Bela,” he admitted, now scratching at the back of his head while the blonde's grin dropped as her mouth opened.

“Just Bela?” she returned, a cynical tone wrapping around her words. If there was anything he knew about Joanna Harvelle, it was that she would sniff out something fishy from a mile away. It was a gift she had shown ever since he had first met her at the bar.

“She’s uh, you know…” Dean cleared his throat, his explanation getting lost under the stare of his friend.

What was he to say? That the brunette was not someone he would ever choose to be the woman on his arm? That she was too material, too selfish, too…Bela? No, he was trapped. He couldn’t admit that she was not really his girlfriend, at least not in his eyes anyway, because if that information got out then he could potentially damage the business deal for his dad. But he hated it. Being a pawn on his father’s chess board was something he severely disliked, but then again, it should be something that he was used to by now. His life was dictated by unwritten rules, and by this secret society that he had found himself in.

“Right…” Jo sounded unconvinced, and the one raised eyebrow confirmed that theory. But she left the subject there, not pushing any further to which he was glad. “Well apart from that, how’s it all going?”

“I’ve met nearly everyone in the room in greeting,” Dean shared, turning himself around to face the crowd as he stood next to her, “and I’m already craving a burger and beer.”

“You mean to tell me that the champagne you have on, and the food you’ll be serving later, is not up to standard?” the blonde joked, one hand on her chest in fake shock as she angled her face towards him.

“Oh it's way past the standard,” he clarified, using his hand to assist him in explaining before he caught her gaze and dipped his head closer to her, “that’s the problem.”

Both of them burst out into laughter, and for the first time at his own event, he felt comfortable and relaxed knowing that the woman in front of him would never judge. He was glad that he had invited her, that he ignored the unimpressed tone of his father when he told him he was inviting her. ‘She’s not part of the society, son,’ John had said, ‘We don’t have outsiders at our masquerades.’

To Dean though, it made no sense to not invite her. The Harvelle’s run the bar where nearly everyone went to discuss business and relax. They were the heart of the valley, and it would do good to keep them on side. Plus, he liked Jo. He had gotten along with her ever since he first asked her for a shot of his favorite whiskey. It was then that he remembered that he didn’t want his blonde friend to feel out of place when she came here.

“Hey, where’s your plus one?” Dean asked curiously, glancing around for anyone who might be waiting till their conversation had finished, “I thought you were bringing a guest?”

“I was,” Jo confirmed, causing him to frown slightly at the past tense. “Sorry, I have but she…um…doesn’t want to be introduced.”

“Should I be offended?” he chuckled, his hands now sliding into the pockets of his pants, curious about who her plus one was. He had noted a few new faces tonight at his event, but no-one had caught his attention like the scarlet mystery had.

“No,” Joanna confirmed while smiling and patting his arm. “She’s just…complicated and if I’m honest, I think she’s liking the idea of staying anonymous for her own pleasurable gain.”

That caught his attention. Someone had come to just make use of the ‘lights out’ part of the masquerade, and not the networking. “Oh, really?”

The blonde nodded, “One night of letting loose without the looming shadow of regret that would normally follow after. No strings, no nonsense.”

“I can understand that,” Dean responded, a small saddened breath leaving him upon the words.

He wasn’t exactly a novice in that area, having spent many mornings with a pounding headache and a curious interest as to what had happened the night before, only to find a nameless woman lying next to him. He would feel the guilt of not remembering who they were, and the scowl some of them wore upon realisation only worsened the dark pit of regret that rested in the depths of his stomach. Maybe that was why these events were always a success? It meant that there was a possibility to be who you really were without anyone realising and attaching any judgement.

Dean’s green eyes moved back towards the bar across the other side of the room, automatically scanning the area for the subject of his interest. The enchantress in the red dress. It didn’t take him long to find her; she was a singular rose surrounded by a crowd of thorns, her elegance clear for all to see. He rolled his tongue over his bottom lip when he saw how she was nursing what looked to be a glass of whiskey, or something that wasn’t champagne. But soon a frown appeared on his brow as his back straightened, noticing that she wasn’t alone.

By her side seemed to be an elder gentleman who leaned into her as his hand disappeared into his jacket. Dean swallowed hard as he continued to watch the interaction unfold, feeling a surprising surge of jealousy which conflicted with the need to protect her. He knew what type of people were at this event, and was aware of the poison that dripped from their tongues to get whatever they desired. It was then that he had a thought, a realisation of soughts as he turned to Joanna. What if the woman in the red dress was the guest she had brought along with her?

“So, your plus one–” Dean started, clearing his throat but the blonde just smiled, giving him a pointed look.

“--wants to stay a secret,” she interrupted, purposefully shooting down any further questions.

“Right, yeah,” he responded as he cleared his throat.

Joanna had a loyalty to those she cared about, and it was admirable. Due to that, he wouldn’t push her any further on the matter. Instead, he would just take matters into his own hands. It was a long shot that she would know the new subject of his attraction, he knew that. There were going to be many new faces at his party this evening; partners of guests, friends, family - the woman in the red dress could be anyone. He would just have to work it out on his own, a challenge that he knew would bring him nothing but pleasure.

“Anyway, I best continue doing that thing called mingling. Drinks are free at the bar, but flash them this–” he explained, opening his suit jacket to reveal a gold colored credit card, imprinted with his initials and the symbol of the party, “--you’ll get the good stuff.”

“Dean Winchester’s private stash,” Jo mused, slowly taking the offering from him with two fingers, a grin pulling at her lips. “I’m so honored.”

A low chuckle left him before he placed his palm upon her shoulder, “Catch up with you later?”

“If you’re lucky,” she jested as she already began to walk away, sliding the card in with her right breast.

He had to be honest, he was really glad that she had made it, thankful to know that if he needed a break or just a normal conversation, she wouldn’t be out of reach. Her friendship was something that had surprised him; it wasn’t until she had started working at the Blue Moon Bar that he had grown close to her. There had been many nights when he wanted to be alone, or when he had been the last one standing, that he had helped her to tidy up after closing all while enjoying the conversations they shared. She was different, much like Benny and Cas, and that was what caused him to gravitate towards her. Joanna never asked about his personal life, never tried to squeeze out the juicy gossip or attempt to get money from him. She took the time to listen, didn’t judge, then never questioned him if he wanted to sit and be quiet.

Inhaling another deep breath, Dean began to walk back into the crowd once more, knowing he would need to socialise and make merry with each of his guests. And yet, the woman in the red dress was still in the forefront of his mind. He wanted to go over to her, to rescue her from the man that was trying to slither his way into her business and as he glanced back in her direction, he felt as though someone had punched him in the stomach.

There she sat, now alone as she faced the sea of people with her tumbler in hand, her legs crossed, one bare of material. Her red and black mask was still concealing her identity as she sipped her drink, and Dean couldn’t help but allow his gaze to lower just a touch to the perfect cleavage that she was teasing. He felt his body burn with desire, his fingertips ablaze with the need to touch her skin, his mind working overtime at the thought of that dress hiked up around her waist as he got drunk on her body. Slowly roaming his gaze back to her face, he watched as she surveyed her surroundings before her sight connected with his.

Jesus, fuck.

Dean’s shoulders squared, he puffed his chest and he felt the way his dick twitched inside his pants. His mouth grew dry, and the only thing he wanted to drink to wet his palate was her. Under the intensity of her stare, it was like he was unable to breathe. Her gaze was fierce, heated and burned a hole in his soul. It took him every single ounce of control he had to keep himself grounded, to prevent a full blown erection in the middle of the main hall. Yet, as their eyes stayed locked, he watched how she squirmed slightly in her seat. Was she feeling the same as him?

Before he could blink, another person moved in front of him which effectively broke their contact, and Dean swallowed hard. What the hell had just happened? Who the hell was she? He was determined to find out, and plucked up the courage to weave through the bodies that had blocked his vision. But his plans were thwarted when he saw Bela strided towards him with her arm linked through another man's, and it was then he realised it was the same person who had been sitting next to the scarlett mystery.

“Dean!” the brunette shouted when she was only metres away, and it caused Dean to begrudgingly glance her way. “Look who I found!” she exclaimed, gesturing towards her company as they got closer towards him. “It’s Zachariah!”

Of fucking course it was him, he thought. If anyone would go after someone that looked like her, it would be the valley’s parasite.

And of course it would be his faux girlfriend that announced his presence to all those that heard her voice. There would be some damage control he would have to do later, ensuring his guests that the well known lawyer wanted his name announced, because well, it wouldn’t exactly be a lie. The more people knew about him, the happier the weasel was.

“Evening Sir,” he greeted, holding his hand out for him to shake, forcing a smile to his lips. “Welcome to the event.”

“Nice to see you, Winchester.” Zachariah returned the gesture, his grip a little tighter than the green-eyed host would have liked. “How’s your dad?”

“He’s doing well,” Dean replied, fighting the urge to grit his teeth as he carried on playing his part. “He is around this evening if you wish to speak to him.”

“We have something to discuss so I’m sure we’ll catch up at some point,” the older man stated, a smirk pulling at his mouth as he continued. “He’s been avoiding my calls.”

“I’m sure not on purpose,” Dean stated, his hands now hanging loosely at his sides as he tried to restrain himself from doing something that could jeopardise his family’s standing in this town.

“We were just talking about how to get my daddy to give me my allowance without me having to work that ghastly job,” Bela spoke up, moving to stand by his side now instead of Zachariah’s, her fingers gripping tightly to his forearm and for once he was actually grateful for her interruption.

“What would you prefer to do?” Dean questioned, frowning slightly as he looked down at the woman who was pouting her lips, one shoulder raising slightly.

“Run the whole place,” she stated simply, as if it would be the easiest thing in the world. “Be in the office like Jody.”

“Do you know how to run a restaurant?” He didn’t want to sound incredulous, and really hoped he managed to mask his surprised tone because if he was honest, Sergeants would close within a month if she got her hands on it.

“How hard can it be?” she scoffed, looking back at Zachariah before back at Dean. “I’d arrange all the events and make sure your table is always reserved. And at least we would have a private room in case you ever stopped by and, you know, needed me.”

“I have promised Miss Bela to look into it but,” the lawyer sang, his smarmy smile pulling his cheeks as he ogled the brunette. “Rules are rules.”

“I’ll work out your payment,” she returned, reaching out to play with Zachariah’s tie with her fingers. “I don’t want to call in a favor to the society for this, not when Daddy is a part of it too.”

“We’ll come to some arrangement, right?” Zachariah pressed, his hungry eyes roaming around his faux girlfriends figure and it made Dean feel quite nauseous. Bela just nodded and to that, he noticed how the older man’s lips broadened into a grin. “I look forward to it,” he practically drooled, before taking a step back and looking over his shoulder towards the bar, and at the woman in red. “If you will excuse me, I was just introducing myself to a potential new–”

“--who is that?” Dean interrupted him, cutting off his sentence in a desperate bid to find out who she was.

“I have no idea.” Zachariah shrugged, before sending a wink his way. “But new business is new business. I’ll find out.”

The green-eyed host had to use every amount of self control he had to resist the urge to follow him and stop whatever sordid plan he had in his mind, to protect his unsuspecting victim from falling into the sleazy web he wove.

Sure, Zachariah was a good lawyer and had a way of getting around the law as if it was something designed for a three year old. He was useful to have on your side should shit go sideways, but he was not to be trusted when it come to women, offering his services in reward for sexual acts. Unfortunately, so many fell for it, thinking it was the easiest way to get off whatever charge, or lawsuit they had against them. But the lawyer kept them on the end of a string; like a fish on a line, never truly throwing them back into the water.

As the older man merged back into the crowd, Dean turned to the woman on his arm, “Bela, you need to tread carefully when it comes to him.”

“It’s me, Dean,” she returned, smiling up at him as she slid her palm up his chest. “I know what I’m doing.”

To that, he was doubtful. She always thought she was so clever but she was shortsighted when it came to her plans. Knowing her, she probably believed she could get the lawyer to do her bidding without actually having to open her legs but that was never going to happen. Zachariah only spoke two languages. Sex and money.

Looking back to the bar, his heart pounded in his chest as he worried about the woman he had connected with earlier, yet his brow furrowed further when he saw she was in conversation with another man, but he could tell who that was anywhere; Benny. His suit, his hair and the beard that rested on his face was the giveaway. Within moments, he saw how his friend nodded in his direction, indicating that he had spotted Dean and had begun to walk over. This was his chance to get information, and to find out just who that woman is. Yet in order to do that, he needed to get rid of Bela. Time to bring out that oscar worthy performance again.

Turning to the brunette next to him, he curled his lips into a smile and used his fingers to brush some stray hair from the side of her face, effectively cupping her cheek in his palm. She instinctively rested herself upon it, her eyes wide at the soft gesture. “Could you go get a whiskey for me, Bela?”

“What did your last slave die of?” she chuckled, but it was gentle and he knew he had her melting. Good time to ramp it up.

Dean held her gaze as he used one of his thick digits to trace her jawline before it found the bottom cushion of her lip, effectively pulling it down with his thumb. “And here I thought you were the obedient kind.”

To that, she swallowed. He saw how her throat bobbed and he smirked, knowing his plan had worked. She moved her head to kiss his palm before she whispered, “I won't be long.”

As Bela sauntered away, Dean was relieved. He was free to look over again at the enigma that had put a spell on him since he had first seen her through his array of guests. She was sitting alone now, looking back at the crowd and he hoped that she would catch his gaze once more, yet before she could, his good friend Benny was by his side.

“Evening Chief,” the cajun greeted, offering a little curtsy in jest.

“Benny,” Dean replied, nodding his head as he grinned. “Where’s this dress you promised me?”

“Oh that’s the little something I’m keeping for your sex dungeon,” his friend shot back and Dean couldn’t help but let out a small snort at that, his fingers coming up to scratch at his stubble.

“You’re hilarious.” The sarcastic remark was not missed by Benny who was chuckling as the host of the evening looked back over towards the bar, and nodded his head in that direction. “Who was that you were talkin’ to over there?”

“Who?” Benny questioned, a small smirk resting on his features as his blue eyes shone with mischief.

“The woman in red,” Dean clarified, his voice a little lower as if he was revealing a secret. In a way, he guessed he was, as he didn’t want everyone to know that he had been staring at her when he was technically with Bela. If word got back to his father, he would never hear the end of it.

“I have no idea,” Benny told him, shrugging his shoulders as he slid his hands into his pants pockets. “She’s a bit of a mystery. Don’t recognise her voice, or anything about her really.”

“So in all that time you were talking, you found out nothing?” Dean asked incredulously, wondering how the hell that could be the case. There had to be something, a singular clue or indication as to who she was.

“Just that she doesn’t own a car,” Benny informed him as he frowned, the smirk still in play. “What’s with the twenty questions? Someone you know?”

“No,” the host quickly answered, trying his best to refrain from looking back over at her. “Just curious is all, I’ve not seen her before either.”

“Hm,” Benny hummed, unconvinced. “Bullshit. You’ve got that look in your eye.”

“What look?”

Shit, was he being that obvious? He was starting to feel frustrated at how completely obsessive he was getting over someone he had never met before. He almost felt like a school boy who hadn’t experienced sex for the first time, who was not in control of his own body and it’s reactions. It was ridiculous. Maybe he just needed to get laid, maybe if he took Bela into one of those ‘Lights Out’ chambers, he could let out whatever steam was bubbling under the surface of his skin.

“Go over and say hi if you’re so interested,” his cajun friend teased, slapping Dean on the bicep in jest. “I don’t think she’ll bite…hard.”

“This champagne is to die for,” a voice sounded from behind them, and both men turned to see a brunette joining them with a flute of sparkling alcohol, and the whiskey Dean had requested. She handed it to him gently, before her eyes looked the new company up and down. “Oh, and who is this?”

“I believe you know me,” Benny sighed, his tone unimpressed as she scratched at his beard.

“Benny?” Bela sounded shocked, almost choking on the dom perignon. “Well, I’m surprised you scrub up so well. Did Dean lend you the suit?”

“Bela,” the host warned, pulling her into his side and digging his fingers into her as a warning.

“Shouldn’t you be serving the drinks and not consuming them?” the brunette sneered and Benny just rolled his eyes.

This was another reason why he didn’t want Bela as his girlfriend. She was never accepting of anyone that she deemed lower than her. She never opened her eyes to see the beauty of the rest of the world, just the wonder that money brought with it.

“He’s my guest, and he will enjoy the evening however he sees fit,” Dean growled, his nose pressed into the side of her head as he ensured his statement got through to her. He wasn’t expecting her to suddenly turn to face him, angling her chin so she could get a clear gaze into his eyes.

“You’re lucky I like it when you take control,” she breathed, her hand coming up hook around his neck and at that moment, with his pent up frustration of her actions and not knowing the woman that had gotten into his mind without an invitation, he made a quick decision.

“Then in that case,” he husked, his mouth next to her ear. “Why don’t you head downstairs and sort out a room for later?”

“Already?” she gasped, but her hold on him tightened and he knew his statement had affected her.

“What can I say,” he chuckled, his eyes darkening as his fingers slid to the top of her ass, “I’m in the mood.”

“Gets you all tingly doesn’t it?” Benny spoke up, interrupting the moment, “when he bosses you around at th–”

“--shut up,” Dean cut him off. It was all meant playfully, not an ounce of malice in his words as he glanced over at his friend.

“I guess I’ll go get something arranged,” Bela sang, a small hum of pleasure leaving her as she licked her own lips.

She hurriedly turned on her heels, not even bothering to say goodbye before she left and Dean hoped that this would be the answer to his frustration. Sure, he might not want her as a girlfriend, but she was a good lay and if it helped him release whatever this was, then fucking her would be a goddamn bonus.

“Seriously?” Benny asked, catching the host’s attention from the brunette that was walking away. “You’re going to go and get your dick wet an hour into your own event?”

“Maybe?” Dean replied, slowly rubbing a hand across his mouth as he sighed, “I just need to breathe a little without Bela whispering in my ear.”

“And getting her to book a room downstairs for you both is the way to do that?” Benny pointed out, his cheeks fighting the smile that was appearing.

“Just…I need to clear my head so maybe that’s the way to go about it. And she’s always so willing,” Dean admitted, taking a very large gulp of the whiskey that was in his hand, appreciating the burn as it slid down his throat. He needed another one of these, or maybe ten.

“I think you mean desperate,” Benny returned, and it nearly caused Dean to choke. His friend clapped him on his back to assist in the coughing. “So, little Ms Red Dress has gotten deep inside your head already huh?”

God, he was not helping.

Shrugging him off, Dean stammered, “What? N-no.”

“Sure.” The southern accent was strong with sarcasm as his friend continued to mock, “How are you Benny? Enjoying your evening Benny?”

“Okay, I’m distracted, sue me,” Dean shot back, rubbing at his forehead. “If Bela knew I was asking about another woman–”

“--I get it,” Benny interrupted, not needing a further explanation and to be fair, he got that. The brunette was not exactly nice when it came to anyone playing with her things. Not that Dean was her thing but that’s not what she thought.

“I just…who is she? Why is she here? Where did she come from?” The green-eyed Winchester rambled, his questions coming thick and fast while Benny could only snigger. He knew that look his friend was wearing, and it infuriated him to no end.

“Only one way to find out,” the cajun replied, gesturing back towards the bar.

He was right. He had to talk to her, even if it was just for his own sanity. “Purely for business.”

“Of course,” Benny agreed, and Dean let out a small relieved breath. “And the fact her body is covered in that silky dream, showing every damn delectable curve has nothing to do with it.”

With that, Dean could only swallow the rest of his drink in one go, hissing at the burn he felt before he glanced back at the blue eyes that were looking at him amusedly. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“You’re only foolin’ yourself,” Benny chuckled, before slapping him upon the back of the shoulder as Dean started to walk in that direction. “Good luck, brother.”

He could do this, right? She was just a woman, he could speak to women, so why was the thought of opening his mouth to talk to his scarlett mystery so daunting? His mind was reeling as his eyes scanned the masked crowd, his heart hammering inside his chest as he got ever closer to where she was sitting. In his head, he was going over how to introduce himself, what questions might be the best ones to ask without being so forward as to request her name. But, as the path to the bar became clear, his heart fell to the pit of his stomach when he realised that she was nowhere to be seen. The enchantress in the red dress had disappeared like a phantom, and he had no idea where she could have gone.

He had lost her.

Fuck.

——————————————– Chapter Ten ——————————————– A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this one! Thanks so much for reading! <3 Tag list is open! If you want to be step into the darkness with me, then let me know HERE :)

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tainted-wine · 3 years

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Nowhere, absolutely nowhere in your ask did you insinuate that you wanted this but I couldn’t resist getting thirsty because...you know. Thinking about it, I may have been subconsciously inspired by @bibbidi-bobbidi-birb and her amazing Seven Deadly Birds series. If you want some real magical Hawks action, go read her beautiful fic Gula!

What do you call a hummingbird version of Hawks? Hums?

This rambling-turned-ficlet contains Microphilia, Noncon/Dubcon, Forced oral(receiving), and Yandere vibes. Just pervy fairy!Hawks in a fantasy AU.

Anyway Hawks is a tiny bastard that has completely ruined fairies for you. Everyone in this village, a village built in the middle of an enchanted forest, welcomes the small magical beings whenever they’re spotted flying about. You knew that fairies had a reputation for being tricksters, but Keigo...

You didn’t know it was possible for someone the size of your hand to be such a menace. You should have never acknowledged him. You shouldn’t have commented on his rose wings as he hovered over your flowers, the shimmering feathers appearing to change color at every angle. You shouldn’t have given him that small dish of sweet syrup as you thanked him and his kind for using their magic to keep the humans safe from the more wicked inhabitants of the forest.

His obsession with you began on that very same day you met. At first it was endearing, the way he fluttered around you, embarrassing you with backhanded compliments that only a fairy can make sound flattering.

“You’re pretty good-looking yourself, for a smelly human at least.”

Everyday he would ask for another sugary treat to slurp up, the sweetness of his voice hiding the fact that he never takes no for an answer. He’d passive aggressively question you, because what’s more important than showing a little gratitude to a creature that’s just trying to protect you?

When he isn’t forcing you to feed him, he’s following you around like a pesky bug, expecting you to make conversation. Ignore him and he’ll buzz loudly in your ear or tug on your hair. Whatever task you’re handling can’t be more important than a generous fairy asking for a little company. His questions become a bit too invasive for your liking.

“Have any of the men here caught your eye?”

“No? And why not? Are they missing something?”

“So are you still a maiden?”

“You are? Then you must taste sweeter than anything you’ve given me so far! Why not offer yourself?”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but it frightened you. The old tales never mentioned fairies consuming human flesh or drinking blood.

He only became more aggressive and less respectful of your privacy as time went on. One night you noticed too late that he found a way into your home and was calmly watching you bathe, laughing when you screamed and jumped out of the small tub without thinking and revealing your nude body to him.

“Can I drink from you?”

You say no.

One morning you wake up to find him curled up and sleeping soundly on your chest. You react by smacking him and sending him flying into a wall. As much as you’ve grown to detest him, you still panic over the fact that you just harmed a fairy.

He smirks when he sees your fear, despite how dazed he was.

“I’ll forgive you if I can drink from you.”

You say no.

Keigo frowns and, instead of pressuring you like you expected, flies away on his damaged wings. When he doesn’t return that day or the day after, you think that he has finally left you alone.

You had your first terrible nightmare the next time you slept. They got more intense every night, dreams of shadowy beasts violently tearing you limb from limb. For awhile you try different herbs and remedies in hopes of getting a peaceful sleep, but they all fail. You begin to fear sleep, dragging your feet through the streets with dark and heavy eyelids.

Then the hallucinations haunt you. Your neighbors are starting to keep their distance, whispering to each other about the times when you suddenly collapse and scream, raising your hands in front of you as if a monster is lunging at you. “She’s gone mad.”

One night, as you sit on your bed and try to blink away the horrid creatures, Keigo returns.

You’re already on your hands and knees the second you see him and realize he isn’t a part of your own cruel delusions. You beg him to save you from whatever this is, whatever evil has suddenly taken hold of your mind. He takes a long look at your sad state before answering to your pleas.

“I can save you, if you let me drink from you.”

It only scares you for a second before you accept, ready to give him anything he wants. It can’t be worse than the horrors you’ve been experiencing these past days.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t the order to remove all of the clothing below your waist. When you hesitate, he motions to turn around and exit out of your window, which quickly makes you panic again as you shakily fumble with your garments.

It was the first time you exposed yourself to someone. Keigo may not be a human male, but judging by the many times he’s casually ogled you, he’s probably just as wolfish as one.

You’re told to lie back on the bed and spread your legs. The embarrassment is almost strong enough to overpower your drowsiness and week-long headache. The fairy flies and lands between your thighs, standing right in front of your virgin womanhood.

Small hands touch your lips all over. “What a beautiful flower. I’ve been dreaming about how sweet your nectar tastes since you first spoke to me.” He presses the hooded bud at the top and chuckles when your hips jolt.

Oh gods, is this what he means by drinking? No...

You’re afraid to close your eyes, afraid of whatever terrifying demons await you in the darkness, but you simply don’t have the strength to watch him violate you like this.

You don’t see, but you sure do feel the slender and very long invasion inside of you, a foreign and shameful feeling, but admittedly not unpleasant. It darts in and out of you rapidly, your nerves struggling to keep up with the speed of sensations. He’s feeding from you just like he would from a flower or a cup of sugar water.

The avian tongue is small yet brings you so much pleasure that it chases away your fears. You fight to keep your quivering thighs from closing and crushing the feasting fairy, your pussy contracting as more juices flow to soak him.

He’ll occasionally come up for air and comment on how delicious you are, how juicy your petals are once you fully bloom, and how you’ve officially spoiled him and will no longer be satisfied by any of your sugary gifts.

His nimble muscle works fast at collecting your moisture, pressing against your walls just enough to make you whimper as a strange pressure grew inside of your belly. You eventually gain the courage to look down, though all you can really see is a pair of wings that will sometimes happily flutter.

Keigo is still gorging himself when the tension in your gut suddenly snaps with a burst of pleasure strong enough to temporarily smother the darkness. It has you screaming into the night, and if the village wasn’t already convinced that you were insane, someone probably would have ventured out to check on you. He climbs up your stomach and rests on your chest when he finishes, completely drenched and proud of it.

He promises that the shadows will slowly go away, and you want to embrace his small form. You haven’t forgotten how despicable he’s been, but you owe him your life, or at the very least your sanity. You still shy away when he informs you that he needs to feed from you at least once a day to ensure your mind remains free. As incredible as it felt, it will always be difficult to just open your legs and allow his tongue inside your most intimate spot.

As for Keigo, he can’t believe how well this plan went. Now he can go tell his fellow fairies that you have finally made amends for your unreasonable behavior.

When you had the audacity to smack him into a wall, he fled into the depths of the forest and alerted the others of his injuries. Enraged by the harm you brought upon one of their own, they lifted their protective magic over you, leaving you vulnerable to the evils of the woods. It truly was sad watching the unseen forces torment you, but you needed to be taught a lesson for denying him so many times and daring to strike him.

Your protection will return once he gives them the news, but you'll never know that. Instead, you’ll believe that he is keeping you safe all on his own, with the work of his mouth and ravenous appetite. It sounds ridiculous to his own ears, but it’s not like you silly humans understood fairy magic well enough to know better.

He can’t help it. You’re the sweetest flower in these woods, and he’s going to keep you all to himself.

#asks #hawks #smut #yandere #tw noncon #tw dubcon #keigo takami #hawks x reader #well this is something i never thought i'd write #or even have interest in #but life is unpredictable #so here's micro!hawks #i'm sorry anon #all you did was mention him being super tiny #and my brain exploded

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backtobackbakubabe · 3 years

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Speak Easy Part 4

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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Dabi’s frustration only grew when he saw your excited expression. All the sudden all he could think of was the was the way that Bakubrat had kissed the top of your head the last time he had seen you.

Dabi readjusted you so you were on his back and put his hands firmly on your thighs. He’ll admit he’s being ridiculous, but he wanted to keep you out of reach from the explosive idiot.

You were practically buzzing with excitement. You had missed your friends. Even though you had seen them a few weeks ago, it wasn’t nearly good enough, you felt like you didn’t have enough time to actually thank them for saving you. You had known all of them from high school except you had known Katsuki and Izuku much longer. You all had known each other since you were kids. Katsuki was always the one pulling your pigtails while Izuku was always the one to let you paint his fingernails.

That mentality pretty much stayed the same as you all got older. Katsuki would still relentlessly tease you but he was always much meaner to any of the guys who hit on you. There was a rumor that went around that your quirk made you super good in bed and it had every guy chasing after you for the wrong reasons. He never hesitated to hit first and ask questions later when men cat called you in his presence.

Katsuki had always had a very special place in your heart. He had always been your protector as well as your biggest supporter. There were so many times he and Izuku had talked you out of quitting school. Every so often an article would circulate about how villainous your quirk was and how you deserved to be locked up. The pressure would eventually get to you and you would end up in one of their rooms pacing and holding back tears. They helped you learn to love your quirk, but Katsuki was the one who secretly worked with you on weekends to help you get stronger. He thought if he showed you that you were more than just your quirk you would finally stop listening to all the fucking gossip blogs.

You kept bouncing with excitement the entire time Dabi walked towards the front door. He paused a few steps away and gave your thigh a sharp slap. “Hey, quit that. If you keep bouncing like that, I’m going to drop you. Behave.”

You wondered what crawled up his ass. He was just praising you a few minutes ago and now he’s grumpy. There’s no way he could be that mad about Katsuki coming to visit. He knew this was going to happen. He was holding you when Katsuki promised as much. You understood that he didn’t really get along with most people, and Katsuki was honestly kind of hard to get along with in the first place. But that still didn’t give him the right to be so pissed about him being here.

Dabi opened the door but remained in the doorway, effectively blocking Katsuki from entering. “Can we help you?”

Katsuki had a duffle bag on his shoulder as well as a box at his feet. “You could start by letting me in asshole.” He looked at you and his scowl softened just slightly, “Hey dork. Think you could convince your chauffeur to get out of the way?”

You giggled and gave Dabi’s neck a pinch. Dabi responded by giving your thigh a pinch, “Eye for an eye brat. You want me to let him in? I think I deserve an entrance fee?” He pointed towards his cheek as if he was asking for a kiss.

Katsuki’s eyes traveled from where Dabi’s hand was firmly squeezing your thigh to where he was pointing at his cheek. They were furious. He was about to just shove his was through when you wrapped your arms tight around Dabi’s neck and leaned backwards. Effectively throwing his body weight off and giving Katsuki more than enough room to enter the house.

He quickly let himself in and made his way over to the couch where he dumped the box he was holding. “Alright so here’s your first care package.”

“Don’t see why it needed to hand delivered…” Dabi dropped you on the couch next to the box so you could rummage through it.

Katsuki quickly took the empty spot next to you, totally ignoring Dabi. “I brought you a couple new manga that I know you’ll like, and I think Deku added a bunch of pictures and shit from your old apartment.” He reached over you into the box and pulled out a shirt and you grinned ear to ear. It was an old All Might shirt that you had stolen from Katsuki years ago because you liked how soft it was.

He smiled and put his arm around you, “I thought you might like that. I hope you don’t mind I’ve been wearing it in your absence. So, it might smell like me.”

Dabi walked by grabbing Katsuki’s arm and casually flung it off your shoulder. Then without a word started going through the box. “Did you remember the bathing suit?”

You could hear Katsuki’s palm’s crackle with irritation, “Yes… I did. But don’t get your pervy hopes up. I got the most conservative one I could find.” There he goes being overprotective for no reason… well that wasn’t exactly fair he did have a reason. He had just found you in the most horrendous condition possible and immediately had to hand you off to a former villain who kidnapped him in his youth… so yeah. You decided you were going to cut him some slack.

“Well considering it’s for her fucking rehabilitation…she could be naked for all I care. As long as she’s comfortable and gets those damn legs moving.” Dabi could feel his temper starting to get the better of him. Considering Bakugo was known for having the worlds shortest fuse, he needed to keep his cool. He could not be the one to snap first.

“Oi! Don’t act like carrying her around is such a burden!” Bakugo stood up now squaring off with Dabi.

Dabi’s eyes flared but his voice remained even, “I never said it was a burden… In fact, I love carrying her around. However, I don’t plan on making it a habit because I want her to get better.” His voice dipped and got angrier, “And don’t you talk about her as if she’s not sitting in the same room as us! She can speak for herself…”

He looked at you and you gave him a pointed look. ~Calm down please.~

He took a deep breath and signed back, ~Trying~

Katsuki looked between the two of you with narrowed eyes, “When did you guys learn sign language?”

Dabi walked into the kitchen and started making dinner. If Bakugo wanted to make a house call, he needed to let him have his fun. He’d be leaving soon enough, he just needed to let the two of you be until then. “We started learning a couple weeks ago.” He pulled out two bowls because that’s how passive aggressive he is. If that asshat didn’t get the hint by the time dinner was ready, then he’d just have to sit there and watch you eat.

Dabi had to stop for a moment and contemplate this. Why was he this mad? Why did he actually care this much? You were obviously going to be close with the loudmouth. You’d known him for a long time. He needed to remember that just because you lived with him now doesn’t mean that you even want to be here. For all he knows you’re just tolerating him because you have to. It’s not like the two of you have lots of late-night conversations.

He looked over when he realized it had been pretty quiet and saw that the two of you were speaking in sign. His hands on yours helping you with a new word. “Okay so obviously you know sign too.”

Katsuki had a shit eating grin. “The doctors told my mom when I was young, I’d eventually go deaf due to my quirk. I’m basically fluent.” He continued to sit and teach you new words and damn if you weren’t happier than he had seen in the past two weeks.

Dabi rolled his eyes as he went back to making dinner. “Go ahead and teach her whatever you want. Be fucking useful for once.” Dabi continued to make dinner, shoulders tensing every time he heard you giggle.

Katsuki had his phone out and was showing you everything you had missed. “Okay so surprise, surprise, Deku and IcyHot are like a thing now.” He showed a couple cute pictures from Izuku’s private Instagram. The last one was of them kissing under an umbrella. “Kiri and Mina had a kid. Little rascal is probably about six months old now. He’s cute but his teeth hurt like hell.” He picked up his hand that had a tiny crescent shaped scar, which had you absolutely grinning.

He ruffled your hair, “Oi, you won’t be smiling when the brat bites you next.” He continued to scroll, “OH! I almost forgot the best part.” He turned his phone to you and showed you a picture of someone’s mug shot. “Fucking grape juice got arrested.”

Your eyes widened. You waited for him to go one when you realized he was waiting on you. He was giving you an opportunity to contribute to the conversation. ~Why?~

“Trying to buy a prostitute… Literally no one was surprised.” He looked back to the kitchen to make sure Dabi wasn’t listening. When he was satisfied, he pulled you closer into his side and threw his arm around you. “Hey, you would let me know if he was mistreating you right?” His fingers carded through your hair and his eyes roamed all your visible skin for signs of abuse.

You nodded your head and pulled your shirt further down, suddenly aware that you weren’t wearing pants. You had just gotten so used to it you had forgotten. He noticed you fidgeting, “He hasn’t touched you, has he? Because I swear to God I’ll rip out every single staple in his body then make him eat them.”

You leaned further into his to side to hide your blush. He most certainly had touched you. And you still hadn’t worked out how you felt about it. He hadn’t made any attempt to do it again beyond the casual touches when he carried you or when he helped you in the pool. He had made it a habit of sleeping in your room, but he always stayed on his side of the bed.

Katsuki must have taken your lack of response as a confirmation. “I’m going to kill him.”

You sat up straight and started shaking your head, ~No. No. Wrong~

“Wrong? So, he hasn’t touched you then?”

You gulped. Either way you answered was bad. You either told him the truth and he rage killed Dabi, or you lied to your best friend… Either way you were fucked.

As you struggled for an answer Dabi walked in and handed you your bowl of curry and rice. “Don’t worry I’ll answer that one for you, and stop at me at any point you think I got it wrong.” He took his seat in a recliner and took a bite of his meal. “So, we had a moment where something could have happened, but we stopped before it got too far and decided we were just being emotional and moved on.”

Katsuki’s hand started to heat up and crackled but you pulled on his arm to get his attention, ~Right~

He still looked angry, and maybe even a little hurt, which had you all confused again. He looked like he wanted to throw one of his famous temper tantrums. You knew how much it was killing him to not pounce on Dabi, “Keep your disgusting hands to yourself from now on. She’s been through enough. She doesn’t need you taking advantage of her!”

“You don’t speak for her!”

You clapped your hands to get their attention, ~Enough~ You gave each of them a glare and it was silent after that.

You took a bite of your dinner to avoid Katsuki’s eyes and was met with the most delicious meal Dabi had made to date. You cleared your throat to get Dabi’s attention. You pointed to Katsuki then your bowl of food and signed ~where~?

“I didn’t think a busy hero like him would have time to stick around for dinner.” He continued to pick at his food, “Speaking of which. It’s getting late. Hate to keep you from your super important work of dress up and make believe.”

Katsuki gestured to the duffle bag he carried in. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere tonight.” He was looking at you now. A look of concern ghosted across his face. “Consider it a wellness check.” He leaned forward and gave the side of your head a soft peck, “I just want to be sure you’re okay. I promised you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and I intend to keep that promise.”

You felt yourself sinking into his familiar warmth. If there was anyone who felt like home, it was Katsuki. Sure, he was in the middle of a ridiculous pissing contest with Dabi at the moment, but you really couldn’t blame him. He’d always been a stubborn, territorial, asshole. But he was also kind he cared about you and for that you could forgive him.

“Whatever, just don’t get in the way of our routine.” Dabi stood up with his now empty bowl. “You know that law, eat every last bite. I’ll get your bath started while you finish.” He looked at Katsuki, “You can have my room… I’ll sleep on the couch.”

He didn’t even wait for a response as he left the two of you alone.

Katsuki visibly relaxed into the couch once Dabi had left the room. “What did he mean by law?”

You smiled as you pulled out your journal and opened it up for him. You pointed to law number seven. At first, he was pissed that Dabi would give you a new set of rules to live by, like you were some kid. But then he realized there wasn’t a single “law” on here that didn’t have your best interest in mind.

His eyes scanned over the rest. Chuckling at some silly laws like ‘Wake up whenever the hell you want’, and ‘No fucking shrugging.’ He had to admit that he also hated it when you would do that. It wasn’t that you were indecisive. It was that you knew what you wanted but you never wanted to speak up for yourself. Always willing to bend over backwards to make others happy. Never wanting to give anyone any more reason to dislike you.

His heart hurt at the laws that said things like, ‘No drugs’, ‘No locked doors’, and ‘Never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault.’

The law that had his blood boiling however was the last one, law number thirteen. ‘I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.’ He furiously flipped through the pages that came after, trying to get the idea of you ever giving Dabi consent to touch you out of his mind.

You had finished your food by now and stretched your muscles out. All in all, this had been a great day. You walked on your own in the pool AND Katsuki had come to visit. You were so tired you just knew you would fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Hopefully you wouldn’t have any nightmares.

You put your hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and used it to push yourself to your feet. You wobbled for a few seconds but otherwise kept your footing.

“Hey look at you! I thought you’d be too tired after what we did in the pool today, good job.” You looked up to see Dabi leaning in the hallway. “Your bath is ready. One for me, two for blondie.”

Katsuki scrunched his nose up, “Wha-“

You held up two fingers and Dabi nodded. “Alright looks like you get bath time duty today.” Dabi smirked when Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Don’t freak out. She’s gotten to the point where she can get in on her own and some days she can even get out too. You just need to hang out by the door in case she needs help.

You wound your arms around Katsuki’s neck, and he picked you up. His heart pounded as he followed Dabi to what he assumed was your room. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Hey wouldn’t be the first time we bathed together.”

You giggled and hit his shoulder. You knew he meant when you were kids. But you couldn’t stop the blush that took over you at the thought of him just hopping in the tub with you now.

Dabi tensed up as he stopped at the door to your room. “Alright… y/n you know the drill if you need me just yell.” He winked at you after his stupid joke and you flipped him off.

He walked back to the kitchen and opened his laptop. He started to go over tomorrow’s sign language lesson early. He’d never tell you this, but he does this every day. You were so much better at picking it up then him, he needed to do extra work just to keep up.

You signed ~Thank you~ as Katsuki placed you down next to the full tub.

“Okay… so I guess you just let me know if you need me by…?”

You shrugged as you knocked on the side of the tub. Part of you really didn’t want him to leave, even if it was only for a few minutes. You reached out and grabbed his wrist.

He gave you a curious look, but softened when you signed back, ~Stay~

“Does he usually stay?”

You shook your head, Dabi always insisted he had things to do and it was important you do some things on your own.

Katsuki took a seat on the floor with his back against the tub. Even with permission he was determined to protect your modesty. You slipped your clothes off and quickly lifted your legs into the tub. It was almost too easy now and you smiled at your progress.

You sighed as the water warmed your skin. Your hand reached for Katsuki’s and gave it a squeeze. You could see the tension in his shoulders as he squeezed your hand back before intertwining your fingers.

“Y/n… I -I know I’ve already said I’m sorry. But I still have this mountain of guilt sitting on my chest. You were… are… one of the most important people in my life. And I was so wrapped up in my own life I didn’t see the signs. I didn’t notice that something was wrong.” You could hear his voice crack as he tried to hold his emotions down. “I knew you went on secret missions that you couldn’t always talk about. I watched as you came back looking defeated and… and broken. I thought there was something going on, but I just kept reminding myself you worked with heroes… that I was just being paranoid.”

You felt tears build in your eyes and you were glad he wasn’t looking at you. You rubbed circles on his hand with your thumb encouraging him to keep going. He obviously had a lot he had been bottling up. “You know Deku and I went to your agency one day after you had been gone for a few months and all they told us was your mission was confidential, and we weren’t related to you so they couldn’t even tell us if you were okay.” He sniffled, “I went there every day after work and got the same bull shit answer. It drove me crazy.”

He took a deep breath to settle himself, “So we started asking about you. Started looking for you in all the underground trading routes.” A long silence followed as he got lost in the memories of looking for you. “It almost took us a year, but we finally found someone who had seen you. Some small-time villain whose quirk was invisibility. He had snuck into your agency to try and break his boss out. But when he found him you were also in the room…”

He didn’t keep going, and for that you were grateful because you didn’t want to hear it. You knew what came next and you didn’t exactly want to relive it.

“I’m so sorry. I failed you. I was supposed to protect you. I promised you I’d be by your side forever, and I-I-“

You pulled his hand towards you and gave it a kiss before putting his palm on your cheek. He hesitantly turned and looked at you with tears in his eyes. You activated your quirk and washed over him with feelings of love and understanding. You watched his eyes close as he shuttered. You may not be able to speak, but you could still communicate to him through feeling that you were okay.

You reached over and brushed a stray tear away and pulled him close to plant a kiss on his forehead.

When your bath was over, he waited for you to wrap yourself in a towel before picking you up and depositing you gently on your bed. You pulled the All Might shirt he had brought with him over your head, and crawled under the covers.

He had only wanted to lay there until you fell asleep, but he ended up falling asleep soon after you.

Dabi walked in hoping to tell you goodnight but found the two of you asleep facing each other. You under the covers, Bakugo on top of the covers. Your hands stretched out towards each other as if looking for each other even in sleep.

Dabi’s hands were glowing with livid flames as he left in a hurry.

He went straight to the abandoned cabinet that held all of the now off-limits drugs. He could take just one… you would never know.

He growled as he shoved the bottle back into the cabinet and slammed the door. Reaching instead for a bottle of whiskey. He went to the couch and poured himself a drink.

And that’s how you and Bakugo found him the next day. Passed out on the couch empty whisky bottle on the floor next to him.

Dabi chugged his coffee as his head pounded. He was no stranger to hangovers, but ever since you came to live with him, he hadn’t felt the need to drink that much. At one point in his life it had been the only way he could get any decent sleep.

He watched from his seat at the kitchen island as you and Bakugo made breakfast. The smell of bacon hit him and his stomach growled. Shit.

You could see his sour expression and when Bakugo wasn’t looking you stood from the chair you were sitting in. Dabi kept his eyes on you like a hawk. Watching for any signs you might fall. You stumbled but he remained still. He knew you were okay. The Island was right there if you needed to hold on to it. You were only a few steps away from him now. Arms stretched out and a smile on your face.

You knew this would cheer him up, and get him out of whatever shitty mood he was in. Only one more step and you’d be there. To this Dabi stood up and took a step away from you with a playful look in his eye as if to say come and get me.

Bakugo continued to talk, not even noticing you weren’t sitting behind him anymore. It wasn’t until the loud thud of you hitting the tile floor that he looked up. He immediately rushed to you while Dabi laughed.

“Why the fuck are you laughing? She could be hurt!”

Dabi just continued to laugh, “I’m laughing because it’s fucking funny. She’s fine.” He titled his head to the side. “You’re a tough cookie aren’t yeah y/n?”

You giggled and nodded. Dabi took you from Bakugo’s embrace “See she’s fine. I think you need to remember she used to be a pro hero. I think she can handle tripping over her own feet.” He stood up and sat you down in front of the laptop.

“Okay time to learn some sign language, looks like today’s all about food. Oh good, you love food.” He ruffled your hair before picking a piece of bacon off of your plate and biting into it.

The little back and forth continued the entire day. The biggest argument came later when it was time for the pool. You groaned and decided you weren’t in the mood. ~No pool~

Dabi rolled his eyes at you, “Yes pool. You even have a bathing suit this time. So, get your ass in gear.”

You crossed your arms over your chest in defiance. “Listen here brat. It’s the law. We work on getting your strength back every single day. No negotiations.”

Bakugo didn’t like the tone Dabi was talking to you in. “Oi, she’s not some puppet for you to boss around. She said she doesn’t want to so that’s it. Back off!”

Dabi’s eyes flared with anger, “You don’t have a fucking say in this. This is between me and her.” He looked at you again, “If you had asked nicely, I might have let this go. Just because we have a guest doesn’t mean you can disregard the laws and neglect the routine. Now be a good girl and let’s go put your bathing suit on.”

Bakugo stepped between you and Dabi, “Be a good girl? What the fuck is your problem. You don’t own her.”

Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose trying to remind himself why he can’t just fight the obnoxious asshole in font of him. “I don’t own her, but I also refuse to sit here and watch her wither away. We have laws to make her better, and I refuse to deviate. It’s clear I take her recovery more seriously than you do.”

Bakugo shoved Dabi back, “The fuck you do! This isn’t some rehab she checked into. You have no right to boss her around! What makes you think you know what’s best for her?”

Dabi was practically screaming now, “Because I’ve fucking been in her shoes, you ignorant ticking time bomb!” His chest was heaving now, “Did you ever wonder why I had to fake my own death just to get away from my own father… who was a fucking HERO! I’ve been poked and prodded and pushed past my limits. Except I didn’t have someone there to help me and I ended up in the League. Depressed, blood thirty, and hell bent on getting revenge on the so-called heroes that were so okay with a little boy practically killing himself every day just to produce the next number one.”

To this Bakugo didn’t have an answer. He’s heard Todoroki’s horror stories. He could only imagine what Endeavor had put Dabi through.

Dabi looked at you know eyes still furious, “I’ll make you a deal y/n. You put on quite the show this morning taking a few steps on your own. No matter how mad I am, I’ll never tell you that wasn’t a good job. But now you want to skip the very thing that allowed you to take those steps.” He walked out of the kitchen and took a seat in his recliner. “Make it over to me right now, with no help and we can skip the pool.”

With a determined scowl you pushed yourself out of your seat. Bakugo went to grab you “Y/n you don’t have to do-“

“Yes! She does, now let her do it. She needs this. Y/n you can do this. Now prove it to me and prove it to yourself.”

You took your first step, determination written all over you face. Step followed step and you had already walked further than you had this morning, but you were only about halfway there.

Dabi’s eyes were patient and his voice was calm. “Come on y/n. You can do this. You aren’t broken. There is nothing wrong with you. Just keep walking.”

You could feel the tension in the room stiffen. Bakugo watched you with his hands out as if to catch you, always your protector, always your safety net. But you didn’t need that right now.

Your knees started to wobble and buckle, and involuntary whine left your lip as you went down to one knee.

“Come on you can’t give up now. You’re doing such a good job. Now push yourself back up. I’m right here. Come on. Push harder!”

You felt a tear streak down your cheek as you tried to push yourself up but only ended up on the ground.

Bakugo was at your side in an instant but you pushed him away.

“That’s right y/n you can do this. I believe in you. I don’t care if you have to crawl. You’re so close.” You pulled yourself up enough to crawl across the rough carpet. You got up to your knees then slowly you stood.

Dabi saw the fire in your eyes and it sent a shiver down his spine. You were going to do this even if it killed you. It made him think about what you would look like in battle. If you looked even half as gritty as you do now he had no doubt you had strong men cowering at your feet. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he gave that back to you. That power, that strength, that untamable will, he knew was somewhere inside you laying dormant.

He got out of his recliner and lowered himself to the ground, “Come on your so close now. Keep going Y/N!”

With one last push you practically jumped into his arms and collapsed. Tears streamed down your cheeks, but for the first time since coming here they were happy tears. You did it. You walked all on your own.

He cooed into your hair as he rocked you back and forth, “You did such a good job. You did it. I knew you could. You can rest now. I’ll get you some ice cream. How does that sound. We’ll celebrate.”

You nodded as you clutched Dabi’s shirt.

Bakugo disappeared for a few minutes and when he came back he had his bag over his shoulder. He kneeled down next to you and pressed his forehead to yours. “I think it’s time I got back to work. I still need to take down the bastards that did this to you.” He smoothed his fingers through your hair and looked to Dabi, “I think you’re in good hands.”

He made his way to the door, “I’ll be back soon.”

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hangmanshole · 3 years

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here comes santa claus

A/N: there’s no point in sugar coating this….. it’s pure unadulterated sheer horniness for ryan bergara in his santa costume.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: 18+ !!!! smut to come in part 2, enough swear words to rival a 10 year old who just learned the word fuck, horny xmas pickup lines that wouldn’t be out of place in a cheesy xmas porno

with christmas fast approaching and your ebenezer scrooge vibe stinking up the loft you shared with your best friends, they finally lost all patience and took it upon themselves to drag your grumpy ass out of the comfort of the loft and into the car for some good old-fashioned retail therapy at the mall.

“but—“

“shut up, you’re going shopping and you’re gonna love it. maybe you could even buy a vibrator and go to town on yourself so you stop being such a cunt.”

“tell me how you really feel,” you grumbled, lowering into your seat so you were at the optimal position for window gazing.

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“bergara, you’re late… again” steven tsk’ed in annoyance, he wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with ryan’s shit, and also, he fucking reeked of stale beer. he was pretty sure the stain on his costume was also beer, or beer adjacent (enter whisky).

“better late than never, now let’s make some fucking wishes come true, huh?” he rubbed his hands together mischievously and walked out to his spot on santa’s throne. yeah. steven definitely wasn’t getting paid enough for this shit.

“HO HO HO BOYS AND GIRLS ITS ME, SANTA!” steven sighed, shook his head and plastered a smile on his face before running out to his position as head elf.

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“fellas i’ve changed my mind, i’m ready to get in the holiday spirit” you said in an attempt to declare a truce, maybe it wasn’t too late to back out of this.

“not only are you a grinch, but you’re also a goddamn, dirty liar. you need this” your best friend retorted, not at all impressed. you think you need new friends, this one’s defective and can call all your bullshit.

you sighed in defeat and allowed them to drag you through the entrance of the mall for what would be a torturous five hours of christmas shopping.

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“santa’s going to take a quick break, and then he’ll be right back! everybody say bye santa!” steven said to all the children and their accompanying parents while ryan stumbled out of his throne and back into the dressing room (tent).

steven pulled back the door to the tent and found ryan chugging straight from a whisky bottle that was nearing empty.

“nice one santa, maybe try not to fall on your ass this time. i can only say santa’s a bit clumsy because he can’t see over his beard so many times.”

“yes dear, i’ll be a good boy from now on” ryan replied in a drunken stupor.

“jesus christ, is that bottle from today?” steven asked, ignoring ryan’s smartass comment.

“you bet your sweet ass it is.”

steven sat in weighted silence as ryan chugged down the rest of the whisky bottle. the uniform he had to wear was unbearably itchy, not to mention thick (which makes him sweaty), and worst of all, he had to babysit ryan through the rest of the holidays. he was disgruntled to say the least - what was usually his favourite time of year was soured because his best friend was broken-hearted over a friends with benefits situation gone wrong, thus drinking himself into a fucking hot mess while he was meant to be lying about the miracle of christmas to gullible, doe-eyed children while their parents paid for their kid to sit on the lap of a stranger. happy fucking holidays.

he glanced at the clock, and then back at ryan who was staring into space, completely disconnected from reality.

“breaks over, santa. knock ‘em dead” he said in what he hopes was an encouraging tone. he was met with a slurred grunt, which he’d have to accept as an answer. he watched as ryan gathered himself up and stumbled his way out of the tent. steven prayed to whatever god was looking down on him to have mercy on him, and also on ryan’s liver which was surely taking hella damage.

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“dude can we go home now? i’m literally out of money” you pleaded to your roommates. your feet were sore from standing for so long, your mouth was dry from the giant soft pretzel you’d snacked on earlier and to be honest, you were fucking exhausted from being around people for so long. your social battery could only last for so long and you were riding the last of that sweet sweet juice on 2%.

“in a minute” was all the answer you got. after 20 not minutes, according to your best friend anyway, passed you exited the store in a huff, leaving all your shopping bags unattended in the cart. you exhaled a long breath and thought about all the reasons you loved your friends and how you’d miss them if they suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth.

just as you allowed yourself to get swept away in your thoughts, a bellowed HO HO HO caught your attention. not fucking santa. god, you’d forgotten that malls hire any random dude off the street once a year to play santa and let all the good little boys and girls of this shit piss town sit on his lap and tell them what they want for christmas.

i’ll tell you what i want for christmas, santa. some fucking dick, you thought to yourself. you make the decision to glance over in the direction of this years holiday shmuck, entertaining the idea of getting a good laugh out of the pervy old man sitting on old saint nicks throne. you’re surprised however, to find a young looking guy, fucking fit, manspreading on santa’s seat.

were all the old men of the world too busy to play santa this year? who is this guy?

your questions unfortunately received no answers as your roommates finally decided to make an appearance outside the store.

“we’re done— uh…. are you checking out santa?”

“no the fuck i’m not” you replied, just a tad too fast.

“dude ew oh my godddd, since when do you like old men?”

“he’s literally not old, look.” you point over towards the christmas display so that your friends too could appreciate the view that is new hot santa.

“i think we should take a family photo with santa” your best friend mused, a shit eating grin plastered across their stupid face.

“no, i refuse. no” you reply, but your words fall on deaf ears. the three bastards you call roommates are already dragging you over to the queue of children waiting to see santa.

“you can’t make me!” you shout, catching the attention of several disproving mothers. they let go of you once you’re situated in the queue, and your best friend says that they’ll wait in line with you until it’s your turn.

“i hate this, i hate it here, i hate you…do you hate me? is that why i’m here?” you ask.

“you don’t get to be a jackass just because some asshole jock broke your heart. and you don’t get to be an even bigger asshole on christmas just because your parents got divorced when you were a kid. this is our first holiday as a loft family and you’re ruining it.”

you don’t reply after that, what could you even say? what would you even say?

“next please!” the head elf called out to you.

“don’t forget to smile!” your best friend said to you, then patted you on the back and left the queue.

“i don’t mean to rush you but santa is on a tight schedule, please come up if you’re ready for your picture” the head elf said to you, looking you directly in the eyes.

you nodded, embarrassed, and made your way up the stairs as fast as you could. your senses were hit with the scent of whisky and stale beer. talk about christmas spirit. santa was still seated while manspreading, and you realise now it’s because he’s fucking tanked.

“well hey there pretty girl” santa greets you, a wicked grin on his face.

“hi santa” you reply, not moving toward him.

“why don’t you come over here and sit on santa’s lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up” he chuckles. your face flushes pink. you clear your throat uncomfortably and fill in the final gaps till you were sat on santa’s lap.

“now that’s a good girl. why don’t you tell me what you want for christmas, baby?” santa says, his tone a chilling purr in your ear. he takes the chance and pushes a loose strand of hair behind the same ear he’d just whispered into.

“santa—“ you start.

“yeah?”

“i just want a man to take care of me and my… needs” you muse, a slight smile gracing your face.

“and what needs would those be, little girl?” you watched as santa’s eyes darkened while they bore into yours. god he was so fucking hot.

“let’s just say… it’d be a christmas miracle if any man could make me cum this holiday season” you pouted. you felt santa harden in the slightest underneath you, a low growl leaves his mouth, concealed by the ridiculous santa beard.

“how about you let santa take care of you, huh, sweet girl? i wanna give you this present myself.” you moaned quietly into his ear.

“say cheese!” the head elf said, pulling the both of you out of the trance of your conversation. you both smiled at the click and then turned back to each other.

santa slipped you a piece of paper and you pocketed it immediately. “my shift ends in an hour, meet me at the address on that note?”

“only if you wear the costume” you smirk at him.

“god i’m gonna fuck you so good.”

#ryan bergara #ryan bergara smut #ryan bergara x reader #ryan bergara fic #ryan bergara fanfiction

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rpd-rookie · 4 years

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Made in Heaven - Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Author’s note: This was request by @deshibasarathings. Sorry it took so long. I really wanted to write something original and that looked different from all the other Chris fanfics I read on this subject. Hope you’ll like it

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language, Alcohol

It was summer 1998 and as America was still lovingly dancing on “Truly Madly Deeply” on Friday nights, watching Titanic for the umpteenth time at the nearby movie theatre, wearing tight crop tops, colourful scrunchies and Dr Martens, and occasionally gossiping on the Lewinsky scandal at lunch break, Raccoon City was living its last frivolous moments, and the saddest part was that no one had a clue.

“A fresh beer and a girl. That’s all I’m asking for.” Joseph Frost jumped over the door of the old convertible green mustang with enthusiasm, his usual excited smile stretching his young tanned face. “That’s it, you’re sure?” His dear friend, Forest Speyer, asked with an ounce of sarcasm that he didn’t get. “Fine. A bunch of fresh beers and a girl.” He winked, clicking his fingers cheekily towards Forest who sighed out of exasperation. “Always so optimistic, I see. When will you finally get that there is no woman for you when you go out with Redfield and me?” He scoffed and Joseph’s smile faded away in an instant to turn into a rather sad pout. “Tell him, Chris.” “Actually guys, I’m alright with just having beers tonight.” Chris confessed as he put the keys of his car in his pocket. “As if it’s gonna change anything. All the chicks will be crawling at your feet anyway, begging you to notice them and forgetting the existence of our delusional friend over there.” Forest waved towards Joseph who glared at him, slightly vexed. A chance the man was not resentful. “Then I’ll introduce them to Jo.” Chris tapped his friend’s shoulder and Joseph regained his smile. “That’s what I call friendship. Thank you, buddy.” “You know that abstinence won’t make Y/N give herself to you, right?” Speyer mocked; hoping that teasing Chris a bit would make him follow him on the path of seduction, however degrading he had planned it to be. “Jealousy, however …” He raised his eyebrows and Chris shook his head. “One-night stands are your thing, Forest. Not mine.” “Weird cause I can remember a couple times when I saw you discreetly leave the bar with a girl on your arm. But that was certainly before Y/N’s sweet round ass joined the team.” He mimed a squeezing motion with both his hands, his tongue raunchily caressing his lips as he sneered, a gesture that made Chris punch him in the arm in retaliation.

He knew what Forest wanted. His friend’s little game was pretty clear even for someone as blunt as Chris. But he was not in the mood to play tonight. And to be honest, he hadn’t been for the last six months or so, ever since you had entered his life with your wit and charming smile and had brought him back to his old high schooler self, meaning goofy and rather unconfident (minus the acne and the greasy hair obviously). “You don’t get it, do you?” “No, I don’t. Do you get it, Jo?” Joseph Frost shook his head in a rather silly way, a bit like a contorted puppet. “See. No one gets it.” Chris sighed. “Come on, man! You’re not a fucking priest! So stop drooling over that chick and stop waiting for her. She clearly doesn’t give a damn about you contrary to other millions of women as gorgeous as her who’ll gladly throw themselves at you in a heartbeat. And I’m pretty sure some of them are in this bar, right now.”

The worst thing about Forest Speyer – apart from his disgusting machismo and his arrogance - was that he was often right, his insight being most of the time spot-on. And as the three friends entered the bar, Chris couldn’t help but notice his colleague was once again astoundingly correct since the second he stepped a foot in Jack’s Bar, adjusting his brown leather jacket around his muscular body, a pair of Ray-ban Aviator à la Top Gun hanging from the collar of his military-green V-neck, more than one head turned to goggle at him and only him. But it wasn’t Chris’ nature to brag or to strut and so he simply approached a clean table with his friends, ignoring the stares, and waved hello at Cindy Lennox behind the counter. She immediately welcomed them with her usual warmth. “Same as usual, boys?” “Always.” They answered in unison and the waitress chuckled before disappearing to pour them their drinks. “What about Cindy?” Joseph whispered with a naughty smirk as he bent over the table to make sure his friend would hear him over the sound of the music. “Damn, you’re horny, Jo!” Chris declared, slightly shocked that his friend would consider getting laid with the woman that had been serving them beers every Saturday night for the last two years. “Of course, I’m horny. I haven’t fucked in weeks guys.” “Meaning months.” Forest corrected. “Besides, I think Cindy’s got a man.” Joseph cursed, disappointed. “All that is Irons’ fault. Do you know how many extra hours I did because of that bastard?” “No” Chris and Forest said at the same time with an amused smile. “Well me neither. But a lot, I’m sure.”

“Aren’t you tired of bitching about Irons, Joseph?” Joseph’s olive face suddenly became very pale as he jumped on his chair. “Y/N! You scared the shit out of me. Thought it was Irons for a sec.” You frowned, not sure how to react to the comparison. “Really? I didn’t know I had a pervy man’s voice.” “That’s not what I meant.” He mumbled and you chuckled finding certain amusement in his discomfort. “Oh Joseph, always so talented with women, I see.” The men around the table chuckled apart from Joseph who was as red as a tomato now. “Anyway, I was at Jill’s. She told me I could find you guys here.” “You wanted to see us?” Speyer grinned and winked as he elbowed Chris’ ribs who immediately glared at him. “Jeez, discreet. Thanks.” He murmured and looked at you. Your brows were furrowed because of how strange the situation seemed to you. You had never seen Chris and Forest acting that way. “Are you guys drunk already?” “If only.” Joseph sighed as he took a mouthful of his beer. “Don’t mind them, Y/N. That’s just the way they behave outside of work. Lame I know.” You nodded despite being totally unconvinced. Now you understood why Jill was never willing to join their little merry band on Saturday nights. What better way to avoid toxic masculinity than staying home watching a good old movie, dressed in pj’s?

“And there it goes away again. Y/N enters the room and bye-bye friendship.” You wondered if you should say something about this, genuinely curious to know what Speyer meant, but the second you opened your mouth to ask for an explanation you chose to revise your decision. “I wanted to say goodbye.” The three pair of eyes widened at you in shock. “Goodbye?” Chris repeated, his incomprehension easily readable in his chocolate brown eyes. “My resignation letter was accepted. Got the news today.” “Wait. What? What resignation letter?” The questions came as thick and fast as sub-machine gun bullets. You agreed that the news was more than unexpected but the way Chris sounded was more than surprising. It was a if he was distressed. And he was in a way. What do you mean you were leaving? You couldn’t leave. And especially not drop the news at the last minute. “Yeah. I didn’t tell you guys about it because I wasn’t sure Irons would actually accept it but I’m quitting the S.T.A.R.S. and the RPD.”

There was a heavy silence that even the shitty music in the background couldn’t make less awkward. But that silence was necessary. The boys needed to digest the news. “May we ask why?” Despite not being a close friend, Joseph looked rather confused and even a bit sad. Clearly no one had seen the bomb coming. And who would have? After all, you were such a workaholic; always telling people how much you loved your job. This resignation, that didn’t sound like you. “Long story. But let’s say I don’t think my place is with you anymore guys.” A lie but you thought it was better to avoid the truth, knowing that your three colleagues would certainly hit the roof – especially Chris - if they happened to learn the real reason behind your resignation. “So, I’m gonna take off now. Enjoy your night and don’t make Jill blow a fuse while I’m gone. And hands off Rebecca!” You pointed a menacing finger at Speyer who immediately laughed. “Can’t promise you that.”

You waved them goodbye with a faint smile and walked away towards the exit of the bar, saddened that this was possibly the last time you would ever see the Three Musketeers (as you liked to call them). They watched you leave in silence, still not believing the unexpected news. “Can’t believe I’m actually gonna say this but … the office’s gonna look so empty without Y/N” Forest declared. “Tell me about it.” Chris’ voice was suddenly weary and miserable. To him, you were the sunshine of the office, the star of the S.T.A.R.S, always illuminating people with your good mood and your joie de vivre. Hell, you were probably the only one who could laugh to his dad jokes without pretending. “Then what are you waiting for then?” Speyer said to Chris. “Go after her.” “I can’t.” Chris sighed. “And what for?” He took a long mouthful of beer that almost emptied the glass. Perhaps getting drunk would help him digest the fact that you were leaving. “ So you’re just gonna let her leave without telling her how you feel? I thought you were more courageous than that.” Chris’ stein hit the table with a loud clink. “And what would it change?” Chris almost shouted. “She’s leaving. She’s made her decision. Telling her how I feel won’t change it.”

And yet he chose to give it a try.

He rushed to his car to drive after you. He rapidly found you, walking up towards the main avenue near the police station certainly to catch a train to go back to your place near St Michael’s Clock Tower. “Y/N” He shouted and you frowned, astonished to see him here. “Chris? What are you doing?” “ Let me drive you home.” Normally, you would have refused, being the kind of woman that liked to do things by herself. But there was something in the way Chris was looking at you that actually convinced you to get in his car.

The ride back to your place was rather quiet, the only voice echoing in the Mustang being Freddy Mercury’s singing on the radio. “I always knew you were a Queen fan.” You said to lighten the mood. “Is it written on my forehead?” “Just on your jacket, Made in Heaven.” You winked and smiled when Chris finally chuckled. “How’s gonna call me that when you’re gone?” Your grin faded away as you wondered almost the same thing. Who will you call ‘Made in Heaven’ after you’re gone? That was a nickname reserved for Chris, one you had found when you were having trouble memorising everyone’s names at the office and that had stayed because of how smiley Chris was each time you were calling him that. “I can ask Forest to call you that if you want. I’m sure he’d love to.” Chris had a faint smile. “Certainly. But it won’t be the same.” You could tell he was really affected by your departure and was struggling to say something. But even if you wanted to know what was going on in his head right now, curiosity eating you up, you decided to give him time. Surely was he just trying to gather the courage he needed to talk.

When you both arrived at your place, Chris was still silent and thoughtless. “Do you want to come in?” You thought that a drink might do him some good and help him. He accepted the offer and followed you towards your apartment.

The main room was messy and cluttered with a dozen of boxes already. Most of them were full of old books, VHS and CDs. “I see you’ve started packing.” “Yes, sorry about the mess. I just want to leave as soon as possible. Beer?” Chris nodded and you disappeared in the kitchen, leaving him alone in your living room. “This doesn’t sound like you.” Chris finally said and you froze, your hand holding the fridge open. You briefly closed your eyes and sighed soundlessly. Of course, he had noticed. “What do you mean?” “Quitting. Leaving. This isn’t you.” You took a deep breath and joined him back in the living room where he was standing straight as a ramrod, a confused frown wrinkling his forehead. “The S.T.A.R.S is your life. You said it yourself. So enough with the ‘my place is not with you’ bullcrap.” He almost sounded angry but you knew all to well that you were not the target of his anger. “It’s complicated.” You confessed as you handed him the bottle of beer. “Y/N, I know I’m not the smartest man but I think I can understand the real reason why you want to resign if you just tell me. Aren’t we friends?” “Of course.” You harrumphed; astonished that he might doubt that. “Then tell me. Spit it out. What happened? Why are you leaving?”

You looked through the window, scanning at the small buildings surrounding your apartment before finally deciding to draw the thick curtain to hide yourself from whoever might be watching right now. Chris observed you wondering why you were doing this and tried to say something when he saw you heading towards your phone. You gestured him to stay quiet as you unplugged the device. “Alright. You’re starting to scare me. Can you tell me what’s going on?” “Let’s say I’m in deep shit.” You waved Chris to sit on your couch next to you and he obeyed, staring at you with confusion and worry. “Weeks ago I started secretly investigating on Irons after the secretary he had employed last April weirdly disappeared.” “You did what?” Chris harrumphed. “Are you crazy? Do you know how dangerous this is?” You nodded. “He found out.” “Shit, Y/N” Chris cursed. He was furious. “I had no choice, Chris. Something weird's going on. I can feel it. And I’m sure something happened to his secretary as well.” “She quitted! Daniels from the reception said he received a letter.” Chris replied. “Then why is her stuff still at the RPD and why hasn’t her rent been paid since last month?” The man frowned, trying to find a coherent answer. But he found none. “I found her diary when I sneaked in her office. She wrote that Irons used to get off in his office watching a portrait of a hanged naked woman. And did you know that he was accused of rape back when he was in college? This son of a bitch …” “Alright. Stop, Y/N!” Chris cut you off and took a deep breath to evacuate the panic that was rushing in his veins. “How much in trouble are you?” You shrugged. “Enough to be the object of intense surveillance.”

Chris hid his face in his big hands. He was scared for you, genuinely terrified even. “What can I do to help?” He asked. “Tell me. I’ll do anything.” “Chris.” You sighed. “Y/N” He grabbed your hand. “I care about you. More than you imagine. I can’t let anything happen to you.” You had a faint smile. How could a man be so adorable, compassionate and caring? “You’re an amazing man, Made in Heaven. You do know that?” Chris returned your smile. “But I can handle this on my own. Believe me. Just promise me to keep this a secret and act as if you didn’t know anything. “You can’t ask me to do that, Y/N. You can’t…”

You cut him short by pressing your lips against his, which made Chris almost gasp in astonishment. But the surprise didn’t last and he soon responded to your kiss with an adorable tenderness. “Promise me, Chris.” You whispered still so close to his pink lips as you kept looking at him in the eye, waiting for his answer. “I promise.” And he kissed you again. It was soft and sweet and tasted a bit like beer but you didn’t mind. In fact, you even allow yourself to touch his chest and bring your body closer to his. The hardness of his muscles against your palms made you shiver and Chris felt it. He smiled and he caught your lips again as he pressed his big hand on your lower back. You cupped his cheek to deepen the kiss and then everything suddenly became more passionate and burning.

Chris’s lips ventured towards your neck to leave a series of hot humid kisses and possibly hickeys that would certainly last a few days. But you would bother about that later. For now, you just wanted to melt under his touch. So, you instinctively tilted your head backwards to give him full access to your soft neck, moaning because of how delicious his mouth felt there. Your little noise of pleasure instantly awakened something inside Chris, something he felt deep in his guts, deep in his pants. His kisses became hungrier and more needy. He wanted to hear you again.

He laid you down on your back and lay on top of you, his lips still devouring your neck and his now adventurous hands wandered towards your chest. His body felt slightly heavy but you loved this unusual exquisite proximity. “Chris.” You sighed as he suddenly groped your breasts through your shirt. When he tried to unbutton it you put yours hands on his to stop him. “What?” He asked “You don’t want this?” “Sure I want this. More than anything. But I don’t want you to … I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll still leave tomorrow. You do realise that right?” He stared at you and you could read the sadness slowly growing back in his chocolate brown eyes. “It’s goodbye then” You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s goodbye.” “Then let’s make the most of it.”

To your surprise, Chris’ face met your cleavage rather quickly and he began kissing it as he blindly yet clumsily unbuttoned your shirt. You watched him do for a small moment and when you noticed how aroused he was, you decided to free him from his clothes as well. You took his letter jacket off and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off. And goodness, how dreamy he was. Those muscles. Those arms. Those shoulders. Those pectorals. Those abs … aaaah. It frustrated you as much as it aroused you. How could someone be that perfect? You bit your lower lip and dared caress him and as your hand slid against his warm skin, right between his abs down to the button of his jeans, following the dark hairy line below in navel. “Like what you’re seeing?” He snickered and you smiled, loving his sudden confidence. “Do you?” He grinned and let out a small laugh. “Of course. You’re beautiful” He complimented as he freed your boobs from your bra without taking it off only to take one of your nipples in his mouth. “Holy … ah.” You moaned uproariously as you let your head fall against the armrest of the couch.

You felt Chris smirk against your tender flesh. The bastard knew what he was doing and he was fucking proud of it. You could play that game too. You grabbed him by the belt, pulling him closer to your body for your pelvis to meet his. However, what you didn’t expect was for his prominent bulge to feel so hard and huge against you even through the fabric. Chris was certainly quite a big boy. Slowly, you unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them all along with his briefs. His cock sprang free, confirming your previous hypothesis about it. It was indeed big, bigger than anything you ever had, and hard and long and… You slightly squeezed your thighs and rubbed them. You were wet. You could feel it. And you wanted desperately some friction. You quickly glanced at your womanhood and let your fingers crawl under your skirt and soaked panties. Your clit was engorged and your lips were swollen. And Chris was watching you silently, wondering how the wet pink flesh felt. “Wait. Let me” He lifted up your ass and pulled down your panties to carelessly throw onto the floor. Your legs spread, he looked down between them, staring at your glistening fold with a dark hunger in his eyes. He caressed you softly, very softly and you moaned between your closed lips as you instinctively embraced his delicate touch by moving your hips closer to his hand. You wanted more. And he would give you more.

His fingers parted your lips to meet your clit with his thumb and he brushed your warm entrance to finally insert a finger inside you. You whispered his name with pleasure and it jolted Chris as if he had received a punch in his lower stomach, but a delicious exhilarating punch. He started pumping his finger in your pussy, forcing a cry of pleasure out of your mouth, and soon he added another digit to go and tickle your g-spot that he found with incredible accuracy. When you started convulsing and felt your orgasm building in you, you pushed Chris’ fingers away to pull his body against yours.

Laid on you, Chris instinctively began to rubbing him against your, his cock grinding between your legs, so close to your entrance. You grabbed his back and dug your nails in it. The friction was sending you slowly back towards heaven. “Oh my god, Chris.” His pace accelerated until it began relentless and soon, he started panting rather heavily. “Fuck.” He cursed as he quickly lined up his cock in front of your hole to enter your pussy, unable to resist the urge of filling you up anymore. He didn’t sink in you as easily as expected and so he grabbed the armrest of the couch to use it as leverage and push himself deep in you. That thrust made you draw a sharp breath and a whimper of both pain and pleasure escaped your sealed mouth. That girth, holy shit! “Damn, you’re so tight.” He started moving in you. He was slow but intense but little did you know that he was just warming up. “Fuck, Chris!”

You screamed when his cock started rubbing against a zone inside of you you never thought existed. You clang to the sofa afraid to fall under the strength of his deep hard thrust. You were loud and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d ever been that loud. Your previous boyfriend would have asked you to be quiet and think about the neighbour but Chris, Chris seemed to like your screams. It was all over his smiling face.

He suddenly grabbed both your legs and placed your feet on his shoulders. A position that allowed his long shaft to go even deeper in you, which you never thought was possible. And judging by how red and twisted his young features looked right now, he was definitely enjoying the position. Actually, he loved it so much he quickened the pace and started growling. You marvelled at his sweaty strong body and at his face tensed by intense pleasure “Gosh, Y/N. You’re driving me crazy.” You smiled.

You could watch him fuck you like that for ages. It was a real boost for your self-confidence. And God knows what you were capable when you felt confident. You spread your thighs and wrapped your legs around Chris to hoist yourself against his chest, his cock miraculously still inside of you. Guess having such a size had many perks. You wanted to ride him and he immediately got your intention. Hands squeezing your rear, he leant against the backrest of the couch and chuckled as you comfortably placed yourself on top of him and started undulating on his lap, his cock amazingly buried in you. “Gosh you have no idea how beautiful you are.” You blushed and he tucked a strand of your hair behind you ear. Your eyes met and you stared at each other quietly before you eventually felt the need to grind against him. The depth of his thick dick inside of you was sending shivers in your entire body. That was incredible. You kept a pace that pleased you both. “You’re so good.” He confessed as he took a deep breath. “Are you gonna come for me, Made in Heaven?” You teased. “That’s very likely.” He chortled, amused by the nickname. Your hands leant on his muscular thighs, right behind your back, and you began bouncing on his cock with an incredible agility and eagerness that left Chris amazed. And you could tell by the way he was panting that he wouldn’t last long. Not a surprise. This love-making was certainly the most exquisite you had ever had. His throbbing cock hitting you deep inside was amazing, just as the melody of sweaty skins meeting each other accompanied by the wet sound of your cunt and the creaking of the couch under both your weights.

Chris placed his hands on your bouncing breasts to grope them. “If you keep going like that I’m gonna cum in you.” He declared between two groans. “Please do”. He made you lean forward and brought your breasts to his mouth to lick them and suck the nipples. “I want you to” You gripped his hair without even realising it. It was a reflex, a way to have him … feel him closer to you, to tell him not to stop. “I want your cum in me, Chris.”

That was too sexy and naughty for Chris who let out a frustrated animalistic growl as he squeezed you butt, digging his nails in the tender flesh. He began pounding you from underneath, hard, fast and deep like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your butt. You cried out. The sensation was divine and took all your words away. Now only plaintive onomatopoeias seemed to be able escape your agape mouth. Well, onomatopoeias and some very casual “Fuck, Chris” that would make your lover chuckle or smirk proudly.

And that’s how you felt it coming. That so well-deserved orgasm, ready to burst like a firework. It made you cry out and nestle your head in Chris’s neck, your body convulsing like never before. But Chris wanted to see you. He wanted to see your face as you were cumming for him. He wanted to carve that moment to play it over and over after you were gone. And so he pulled up your hair to make you look at him. But you couldn’t. Your eyes were tightly closed and refused to open. And then, it all came out. And you screamed his name, on and on, loud, so loud you were sure the neighbours would probably shout at you tomorrow but you did not care. You let your juices flow along his cock and your wall clench around him. “Damn. Fuuucck.” He growled and his moves became very sloppy yet more brutal and deeper. “Don’t you squeeze around me like that” But you couldn’t help it. That climax felt too good. Chris felt too good.

It sent him over the edge. He came hard in you, hot and sticky semen spurting in your vagina, painting your walls like nothing else. And you loved it, enjoying it the warm sensation with an amazed amused little laugh that made Chris chuckle despite his tiredness. “What’s so funny?” He asked. “Nothing. Just telling myself that this... was made in heaven” You winked and he laughed. You were gonna miss him.

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One Drink Away

Summary- Jubal says to OA there is no such thing as a recovered alcoholic – all it takes is one bad day. Well here is one bad day that leads Jubal to a bar but somehow Jubal gets roped into a Speed Dating event instead. One of the women may even catch his eye. Some angst Jubal with him almost breaking his sobriety.

It looked so harmless in the glass, the clear liquid gently fizzing away in his hand, tantalisingly harmless. The tonic water bubbles rise, pushing the ice from side to side gently in the tumbler and coating the slice of lime with tiny balls as it bobs on the surface. Jubal’s hand closes around the glass, not raising it from the bar but just cradling it in his hand, watching the bubbles. It could be sparkling water. It could be lemonade. He wished it was either; that he had that kind of self-control. He knew what he should do – put the glass down and walk out of the bar. The little voice in the back of his head was screaming at him to just let go of the glass; he had already lost his wife, his kids. It pleaded with him to not risk his career too – he had barely hung on to that last time around. Without the sobriety, he didn’t get to be a Fed, it reasoned. Did he want to be though, came the small hiss from his shoulder – it brought forth the images. Images he had tried so hard to remove from his mind, but had decorated his computer screen and the JOC all day – battered and bruised women, their lifeless and hollow eyes gapping out of the screens. The families sorrow and anger as they sat defeated in their conference room; their sobbing and wails still echoed through the recesses of his mind even now – hours later. His hand tightened on the glass and the cold edge of the glass touched his lips. Tiny specks of the liquid dotted the top of his nose and upper lip as the tonic fizzed, the ice clinking against the glasses rim. One sip and all of the cries and lifeless broken bodies would go away – it would blissfully silent. His resolve breaks and just as the cool liquid collides with his dry lips and threatens to spill into his mouth, a hand settles on his arm.

Startling, he jumps, vodka tonic sloshing sideways over the side of the glass and over his hand and chin, dripping on to the bar below. Grabbing the damp napkin his drink had been on, he presses this to his face, wiping away the droplets from his beard and lips as he turns.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry for startling you!”

The young man looks mortified as he hovers behind Jubal slightly to his left. His eyes dart to the man’s hand still attached to Jubal’s arm and the hand is quickly removed. Before Jubal can turn away or say anything the young man continues to speak rapidly, words tripping over each other in his haste,

“I thought maybe you were here for our group…”

He gestures an arm behind him at a small group gathered by the double doors leading to the restaurant seating of the bar. As two scantily-clad women moved from bending over a table just to the left of the doors and moved arm in arm giggling through the doors. Jubal’s eyes focused on the sign by the table that they had been obscuring and reading it, his eyebrows raised.

“…I thought I would come and check but its so loud in here and I thought I would just tap your arm and then you moved and… and I’ve spilt your drink everywhere. Oh god! I’m so sorry, I’m such a clutz! Here… let me…”

Another napkin was shoved at Jubal’s hand, knocking his glass again, causing the ice cubes to rattle against the side in protest at the jolting.

“It’s okay.”

Jubal tries to placate the man, pushing the glass across the bar towards the barman and pressing the napkins to the pool of vodka left in a ring on the bar in front of him. A small flicker of relief fills him as he realises in all of the commotion, not a drop of vodka had passed his lips – just run down his chin and hand.

“It’s just… well two of the men haven’t shown up and it’s going to throw all of the numbers out. We barely have enough men signing up as it is and we’ve had no walk-ins tonight either. I was kinda hoping you were one of the two missing ones and I’m still talking… Todd get a grip”

The last part of the sentence was quieter as the man berated himself.

“Wouldn’t I be too old – isn’t there an age limit to these things?”

The words came out of Jubal’s mouth before he had a chance to stop them. Sudden hope flickered in to the man’s eyes as he recognised a person on the verge of joining.

“Not at all – there is no age limit. You would be amazed how many of the women like an older man – more experienced you know! It would be completely free – of course there is usually a charge but seeing as how we are two short and I’ve chucked your drink everywhere…”

Between Todd’s quick rambling and his insistent hand on Jubal’s arm, Jubal found himself swept across the room and filling in his details on the form pushed in front of him. Excuses pushed to the tip of his tongue, yet Todd was barely stopping for breath as he continued to talk,

“It’s super easy, all of the women are seated at a table the whole time. You sit across from them and you have 8 minutes with each woman. On the bell you move clockwise around the room – that’s to your right each time. The women don’t move at all. When you’ve been all the way around, the whole thing ends. You will have a sort of tick sheet – tick which women you would like to talk with again and give it into us at the end. If you and her sheets match, then we will pass you her phone number and you can contact each other – that simple. Most of them will hang around at the end, get a drink at the bar etc. Obviously, any rude or pervy behaviour and you are out.”

A sheet of paper and a pencil is pushed into Jubal’s hand as he is guided to a table and pushed into the chair. He turns but Todd is gone again, moving across the room to help another woman discreetly remove a table and two chairs from the circle. Turning away from Todd’s disappearing back, he faces the woman sitting across from him. The first thing that he notices is that she’s young however this is quickly replaced by the small bemused smile that she is trying to hide behind her hair, which is swinging loose around her face and down her back.

Jubal jumps slightly as a bell sounds from one end of the room and the woman’s smile grows into a giggle as his pencil almost rolls off the table with his jolt. It is stopped by a slim hand that darts across the table to grab it before it tumbles to the floor. Voices around them start, the volume growing and growing as seconds pass; odd nervous laughter dotting through.

“Do you want to…?”

Jubal’s eyes dart from the pencil clasped firmly in his fingers to the woman opposite as her soft New York accent filtered through the surrounding cacophony of noise. Of course, she was expecting him to speak, his mouth opened and his voice engaged and he started to talk well before he thought of what to say,

“I… uh.. well I’m divorced, got two kids – a boy and a girl. I’m a federal agent and …um a recovering alcoholic. Been sober almost 4 years and almost broke that about 20 minutes ago if uh… Todd hadn’t literally bumped into me and somehow got me to agree to this and… and that’s… that’s more than you needed to know.”

Jubal’s usually confident voice had been reduced to stutters and stumbling over the words spewing from his mouth suddenly. He trailed off as his brain caught up with him and ducked his head away from the women to look at the label of the bottled water on the table in front of him instead.

“That was honest – don’t get a lot of that with these things usually. Mostly posers or men with only one thing on their mind. Well, in the spirit of being honest, I’m single. My last boyfriend cheated on me with most of lower Manhattan – well the ones in skirts anyway and I have a very big weakness for shoes – I buy far too many of them!”

As she talked, Jubal moved his attention from the bottle in front of him up to her face. As she realises she has his attention and made eye contact with him, she smiled. It lights up her face, making her green eyes sparkle and dimples appear in her cheeks. Jubal felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth in return as she continues to speak,

“For the record – I’m pretty sure Todd has bamboozled all of us into one of these things at one time or another. I know most of the girls – there is no need to be nervous, none of us bite. Well… Tanya at table 4 might but she does have a thing for guys with beards so maybe keep the table between you and her.”

For the last part she leaned towards him across the table, nodding towards a woman two tables down from them with her head. Bleach blonde, her black dress was so low cut her cleavage was almost falling out of the top and her red nails looks so long they could be claws. Turning his attention away from Tanya, he darted his gaze back to the woman in front of him. She winks conspiratorially before sitting back in her chair again, settling backwards to tip her head to the side to gaze at him,

“How long have you been divorced? This the first time dating after?”

Jubal clears his throat, twirling the pencil around his fingers once before answering,

“Uh… 4 years now. And yeah I suppose this is the first time – work usually gets in the way which is a complete excuse now I’m saying it out loud…”

“Its always tough getting back out there. Tough to realise everything is over and you need to move on – gotta be harder when you have two kids.”

Jubal huffs a small laugh as he moves to rub his thumb along his top lip, nodding in agreement.

“Enough about me – what about you. How long have you and your ex been broken up?”

She tilts her head, green eyes flitting over his face and he has the distinct impression that he is being read. The look reminds him of Maggie and Dana when they are trying to figure a perp out. Just as the feeling starts, she flicks a smile and inclines her head – letting him change the subject away from him.

“Two years. Moved in with my sister for a bit while we sold our apartment – would not recommend moving in with siblings again after living on your own – absolute nightmare. Uh… not real excuse for not dating again after only that trusting someone is hard – ya know.”

Jubal had just enough time to murmur an agreement when the bell clanged, jerking them out of their little bubble and back into the room. Around them chairs scrapped as the men got ready to move round. Blinking at the sudden stopping, Jubal moves to pick up his piece of paper and pencil as the man to this left starts to move towards their table, his shadow falling over them. Fumbling, Jubal gets a few steps away before her voice stops him, making him turn back,

“Hey – I never got your name.”

Turning he gazes at her for a second, before realising that she was right. They hadn’t exchanged names.

“Huh sorry, Jubal”

Her smile again lights up her features as he moves back towards her reaching out his hand in an automatic movement. He was so used to immediately shaking people’s hands at the Bureau as they exchanged names, that he had started to do the exact same thing. Before, he could over analyse however, a soft warm hand had slid into his.

“Alice”

Her voice answered his as their joined hands squeezed for a second palm to palm before a small cough from the man currently seated at Alice’s table caused them to break apart. Alice raised her eyebrows with a small eyeroll as if to say, ‘see – poser or player’ before turning to sit back down again.

Jubal turned to sit at the next table – facing a young black woman who appeared to be young enough to be his daughter at least. Sighing inwardly, he pushed a smile on to his face as Scarlett introduced herself. This time, he reined himself in with the commentary however, Scarlett didn’t seem to need much help with the conversation, filling most of the 8 minutes with words such as ‘Tik-Tok’, ‘Instagram’ and claimed herself to be an ‘Influencer’ whatever one of those was. Scarlett had seemed to think this was impressive, Jubal wasn’t sure what one was or how this could “change her life”. Jubal just hoped the confusion hadn’t shown on his face too much throughout the conversation. The bell could not come fast enough.

The next few tables did not get any better – Elsie decided to tell him all about Ginseng Tea and its wonders of helping with erectile dysfunction. Jubal wasn’t sure why Elsie decided to tell him all about this and was starting to get a small complex about his age until Jenna at the next table told him Elsie was telling all of the men this and spent her 8 minutes apologising for Elsie – apparently, they were roommates and good friends. Maria divulged the best way to rear a Labradoodle. This would have been helpful or at least interesting if Jubal knew anything about dogs – he had had a fish growing up for all of a week before it died and was flushed down the toilet. Maria then tried to sell him a Labradoodle and was very insistent even after a very glad Jubal told her his building would not allow pets – yes even very well-behaved ones.

Then came the dreaded woman – Tanya. Jubal was not one to judge, especially on appearances. But he was beyond definitely sure that that level of plastic could not be healthy in Tanya’s face… or her chest either. Tanya’s hand gripped down on his arm, her talons… sorry nails dug into his skin for the entire time as she pushed her chest into his face and answered all of his polite questions with thinly veiled innuendos and cackling at her own puns. Jubal had never willed a work call to interrupt his night so much since he had joined the Bureau. Thankfully the 8 minutes ended quickly and he was round to the last women – Sheena. Sheena managed to hold a conversation with Jubal for the whole 8 minutes without making him feel old or making him want to run away and hide.

With that people finished filling in their sheets of paper and stood, handing them to Todd and his female minion as some filtered out of the door and the rest moved to order a drink at the bar. He remained seated as Sheena moved away to the bar, staring at his seat of paper. He could safely say no to 6 of the women immediately – yet his pencil hovered over Alice’s name. Looking up, he scanned the crowd and found her, standing hip to the bar as she laughed along with something Sheena was miming out beside her. Her brown hair fell down her back, her jeans were tight to her curves but her shirt was looser, draped over her body – hiding her figure. Shaking his head, he turned away muttering to himself ‘silly old fool’ his pencil moved and marked Alice’s section too. What would a beautiful woman like that want with him? Passing his paper to Todd with a nod, he walked out of the bar and into the cool night air, pulling his coat on he turned and headed towards the subway.

Sitting in the subway car however, he pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. No messages, no calls. Shoving the phone back into its holster on his hip, he thought back to the yes tick he had put on Alice’s line of his paper. Divorced, alcoholic, bumbling fool - she was probably just being nice and putting him at ease, he thought shaking his head. Idiot he berated himself. Yet, as he walked up the steps and out on to the street again, he thought back to her smile, her sparkling eyes, the way her hand had felt in his.

As he exited his bathroom, his bedroom was bathed in the white light from his phone. Frowning, he moved across the room to where his phone sat on his night stand. Pushing the home button to get the phone to light up again, he saw a message from an unknown number on his screen,

Its Alice. Glad we matched – maybe talk again some time?

Sinking down on to his bed, he stared at the words on his screen and tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach that the words had created. Maybe not so bumbling after all.

#fbi #jubal valentine #Jubal Valentine/OC #Speed Dating #Jubal Angst #Almost Falling off the wagon #Mentions of alcohol

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The Torbjorn vs. Mina Liao rant.

Mina Liao was introduced to Overwatch to lampshade out Torbjorn’s intended role in the greater lore. Here’s the deal:

(Obligatory disclaimer, since I know how this fandom can get sometimes: I don’t hate women. I don’t hate people of color. Me hating Mina Liao and defending Torbjorn is not because I hate women of color and worship white men. There, we good?)

In Torbjorn’s comic Destroyer, Torbjorn is making it his business to take down an Omnic titan that’s currently in the process of razing a city to the ground. While he sneaks onboard the titan, he gives us a very compelling monologue about why he’s here.

“I helped design the beast. I weighed in on a ton of research and development during my days in the Ironclad guild. The initial vision behind the titan was to create a mech that could build high rises, not destroy them.”

This comic, the comic that establishes Torbjorn into the lore of Overwatch, leans very heavily into the idea that Torbjorn feels personal guilt over his role in designing the Omnics. It sets up this guilt as Torbjorn’s character arc, his personal mission. The writing makes it clear that this was his motivation to join Overwatch from day one. The man learned about this Omnic attack a day ago, for heaven’s sake, and he had already traveled to the scene to take it down. That’s dedication!

And now, in 2020, we’re introduced to Mina Liao.

Who is Mina Liao? Why, she worked directly for Omnica! None of this middle-man Ironclad nonsense! She helped develop the Omnics. She felt guilty that her work on the Omnics was used for evil. She joined Overwatch because of this guilt.

Boy, doesn’t that all sound awful familiar?

Even worse, we’re told this in a cinematic that isn’t even supposed to be about her. Liao is supposed to be just a footnote in Echo’s story. But instead, almost the entire animated origin short is dedicated to giving us Liao’s story. Why?

Look, it’s no secret that Torbjorn is not a fan favorite character. He’s gruff, doesn’t like Omnics, and the worst sin of all: he’s short. Because of his height, he isn’t taken seriously by the fanbase. He’s a meme character, the butt of all the jokes. He’s considered ‘pervy’.

What’s even worse is that Blizzard is leaning into the joke. Every voiceline that they’ve given him last year has been some variation of “too hot for you?” or “try my meatballs!”. And I get it- characters get joke voice lines from time to time, but with Torbjorn, they’re a constant.

I think what Blizzard has learned is that no one takes Torbjorn seriously. As a result, they don’t treat him seriously. But because they need that essential figure in the lore- the regretful builder of Omnics -they made a new character who they thought would be taken seriously, copy-pasted the backstory, and let it run.

The only reason they got away with this was by killing her off in the origin short.

But that’s not the end to Torbjorn’s erasure from future intended storylines. No, it gets worse. Much worse. Why is it so much worse? Because it robs the story from not only Torbjorn, but Bastion as well.

Enter the comic Binary. It’s the first time we’ve seen Bastion since their animated short. They’ve wound up in Sweden. Torbjorn sets out to deactivate them permanently. But along the way, he remarks about how odd Bastion seems,

“Never heard of a rust bucket running. They’re programmed to fight against any odds until they get shut down. Something’s not right.”

Torbjorn then directly confronts Bastion and is confused when Bastion doesn’t try to defend themself. However, interrupting the perfect moment is a bunch of other humans. Torbjorn shouts at them,

“I’m asking you as someone who’s spent many long years fighting these things. This Bastion is different. And if it can change. . .”

Again and again, the narrative hammers the point home about how the Last Bastion is different. They are not like other Omnics. Why? Because their programming changed. When Torbjorn realizes this, the idea alone is enough to cause him to betray the local law enforcement to protect Bastion.

The law enforcement agents try to protest against his actions, saying, “Don’t you have enough blood on your hands?”

And Torbjorn replies, “Enough for a lifetime.”

In this line, Torbjorn is implying that he thinks Bastion could be the solution to Omnic troubles. By not dismissing the question, he’s addressing what he’s done. So what other reason would he help Bastion go free if he didn’t think that they could help solve his ‘lifetime’ of guilt?

This sets up Torbjorn and Bastion to be the keystone to the entire Overwatch narrative. One of the biggest mysteries in the Overwatch universe is what caused the Omnic Crisis and what still causes Omnics in Russia and Korea to be violent. Through Bastion, an old Crisis Omnic who learned how to change, Torbjorn could have figured out!

But then, but then. . . Echo comes along.

She’s a specially built Omnic built by Mina Liao, our newer and cooler Regretful Builder Of Omnics. Echo is not like other Omnics- she’s special! All of these other Omnics are just pretending to have a learning AI. She’s the only one who actually has it. She’s a super uber top secret project that’s the key to reversing the legacy (yes, the legacy, it’s clearly mentioned in her origin short) of all other Omnics. She’s so important, the McCree and Ashe short got hijacked to introduce her into the narrative!

Okay, enough snide comments. But Echo’s introduction in the Reunion animated short places a lot of narrative weight on her. The fact that it was her introduction, instead of her origin story, tells us that Blizzard intends for her to be a serious player. 3D animation ain’t cheap, fellas, and they wouldn’t have wasted the eight minute animated build-up on some minor character.

It isn’t just the narrative similarities either. Even her character feels like a copy. She’s portrayed as naive and curious about the world, just like Bastion is. She is thought of as a ‘dangerous’ Omnic by the more anti-Omnic characters, just like Bastion is. The only difference is that she has a direct relationship with McCree, a known fan favorite, as her way in to the rest of the grander narrative. That’s the equivalent of rolling out the red carpet for her arrival. Oh, and she can talk. That’s another difference. Because mute characters are just too much effort to portray in visual media, apparently.

We had Bastion built up as a unique Omnic, only for that to be swept aside by our showstopper Echo. We had Torbjorn set up as the face of the inventors of the Omnics in the lore, only for that to be swept aside by Dr. Liao. Is this really just a coincidence? Two sets of characters that fill the exact same narrative role?

I don’t think so. And I’m going to die mad about it.

#overwatch #torbjorn lindholm #it's not only torbjorn but bastion as well and that's not okay

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cynthiaandsamus · 3 years

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Custom Toonami Block Week 77 Rundown!

Code Geass: So since Shirley’s dead, Lelouch has a similar thought to Cornelia and blames the power of Geass itself instead of her actual murderer. So instead of using the Geass Order like he planned he decides to say fuck it and burn it all to the ground, completing his Darth Vader transformation by not only killing the men, but the women AND THE CHILDREN AND THE SCIENTISTS (Science is the fourth gender, look it up, it’s in Dr. Stone). But yeah half of this episode is just murdering scientist who granted were making child supersoldiers but also don’t have any weapons, like they have zero security no wonder Cornelia was able to walk right up to V.V. And the Black Knights are pissed about killing civilians but I feel like once the horde of children starts making them shoot each other they should get the picture. Rolo murders all his friends, C.C. murders all her former supports, Dietard puts a ninja hit out on Ohgi and Viletta also wants to kill Ohgi, poor Ohgi the dude has like nothing going for him and just ended up in this fucked up chess game and he’s just some dude that fell in love when he saw Viletta naked (didn’t we all) but anyway V.V. pilots Jeremiah’s Pumpkin Battleship and before Lelouch can make Rolo kamikaze himself for killing Shirley, Cornelia wipes him out anyway in probably her most badass moment in the series, using the Pumpkin Battleship’s Byakugan Blindspot to bring it down. V.V. is dead like five times over but Charles comes out to drag Lelouch into the Spear of Longinus so he can do Human Instrumentality or whatever.

Inuyasha: Naraku’s kidnapped Rin so Sesshomaru will kill Inuyasha for him and Sesshomaru hates two things more than anything: being implied he likes humans, and being told what to do, so he tells Naraku to fuck off and goes to fuck him up. This being one of Naraku’s plans of course Sesshomaru doesn’t actually have a choice in this and the battle is a farce so he can spread bits of himself all over and absorb Sesshomaru like Super Buu did to Mystic Gohan. However Inuyasha’s new powerup lets him throw a wrench in that by breaking his barrier and Kagura has to pretend to fight him even though she just wants the doggy brothers to fuck Naraku up. Also Kohaku and Rin have a cute little interaction while he’s holding her captive and Kohaku sees Sango again which triggers his selective amnesia shit. Like you get the feeling Kagura probably would’ve been a better guard for Rin but Naraku only has so many named demons and Kanna isn’t allowed to do anything so might as well throw Kohaku in there to get bonus mental damage to Sango which only works out if you know they’re going to split up like that. But again, this is one of Naraku’s plans so it’s like 50% torture, 50% just trolling people to fuck with their heads.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Younger Toguro faked his death and ambushes Yusuke’s date with Keiko because the plot just doesn’t want this relationship to happen. Toguro pulls up on a motorcycle which is just kind of weird to see and he takes Yusuke somewhere, idk if they walked or if Yusuke got on the back of the motorcycle but Toguro either tossing his motorcycle away to go walk to a car park with Yusuke or Yusuke holding onto Toguro’s waist while they ride are equally hilarious images. Anyway Toguro demolishes the parking garage while still breaking all the rocks that are about to crush Yusuke just to literally flex on him how much stronger he was than when they fought. It’s weird because Toguro seems to kinda be mad about having to fake a loss but also respect Yusuke as a fighter which is strange since Kuwabara was the one that put in the effort for that fake win. That doesn’t matter though cause it’s DARK TOURNAMENT TIME BABY! One of the most iconic anime arcs ever is about to begin and it’s kinda funny they yadda yadda over a two month training arc like there’s like three minutes of Kuwabara training with Hiei and Kurama (where Kurama is the bad cop ironically enough) and Yusuke training with Genkai again before it’s like “Okay let’s just get to the tournament” like I don’t think I’ve ever seen an anime where they announce the tournament and then go sign up for it in the same episode, usually they milk that shit to really sell the preparation but they go with “Here’s a few scene and Yusuke’s a lot stronger now, take our word for it” which is a funny way to start one of the most epic tournament arcs ever.

Fate Zero: This is an episode I’ve heard a lot about, Iskandar, Saber and Gilgamesh fuck around drinking, the whole thing kinda reads like a fanfiction or a Ghost in the Shell episode since 75% of it is just talking. Gilgamesh is basically like “Yo, see that shit? All that shit is my shit, even if I don’t know what it is, it’s mine, so fuck off.” Iskandar’s like “What could the man who once conquered the whole world want? To conquer the whole world TWICE!” and Saber’s like “Hey my whole country got destroyed cause I was thrown into a role I was grossly underqualified for so, maybe not that?” and this pisses Iskandar off because her regret and martyrdom isolates and enfeebles her, he sees the downfall of nations as inevitable and leadership as something to form a community that emulates their leader, not to isolate the ruler as some lone pillar. Also Kirei’s Assassins jump them and Iskandar uses Unlimited Dude Works to stomp them all. Basically it’s the whole Ling/Bradley discussion from FMA but with more nuance, rulers have to benefit their people but they can’t be so dragged down by it that it destroys everyone involved once that pillar collapses. So Iskandar’s like “Yeah you have a really toxic way of looking at things Saber, I’m out. Stop beating yourself up about what’s already happened.” And Gilgamesh is like “No, let her keep beating herself up, this fun, I’m having fun.” So Saber has the admiration of the villain and the disdain of the hero which is an odd situation to be in.

Konosuba: So this one is an OVA or something I think so we don’t get closure on the whole “Kazuma is going to jail for horny and non-horny crimes alike” subplot but we do get a cute little story about Kazuma slowly getting murdered while basically doing the Higurashi Punishment Games on everyone. Ironically he’s not pervy enough for Darkness or Aqua because he’s just a voyeur for Darkness and Aqua he apparently has no sexual attraction to whatsoever. It’s kind of interesting because a few times one or two of them heavily imply they’d just straight up take his virginity if it’d help and he doesn’t go for it, I don’t know if that’s better or worse than what he actually does but once again the ‘principled scumbag’ archetype comes into play and it’s always fun to see what Kazuma will or won’t do, it tends to be just enough that we’re willing to see him punished but not enough to make us hate him, it’s a surprisingly good balance. Anyway, Darkness is boobs, Kazuma may be a lolicon for Megumin, Yunyun and Wiz are also boobs, Aqua is boner repellant and Kazuma dies anyway because the real wish was the friends we made along the way but real friends are the ones that murder you when you’re a scumbag… or something. On to Season 2 next week!

Sailor Moon Crystal: I’m kind of loving the Evil Tuxedo Mask aesthetic, like the bishie face with the red eyes and the suit is really cool-looking. Anyway Tuxedo Mask is evil now and seduces Usagi all over again with the power of evil and video games. There’s probably a message here about girls falling for toxic boys but that’s the subtext over a lot of Sailor Moon that there’s lots of bullshit out to get teen girls and they shouldn’t waste their energy on it. Usagi’s kind of having an existential crisis over evil Tuxedo Mask and Luna’s feeling bad about calling him evil before and now that he actually is evil she doesn’t know what to do. Anyway he finds Zordon’s Tower by hypnotizing Makoto and we do the full transformation scene and speech for four of the scouts so you really know they were stretching the plot with this one. Usagi gets over herself but it’s too late, Evil Mask has the crystal and summons Queen Beryl by… flapping his cape, guess calling her was that easy, man you’d think they coulda just stomped these guys a long time ago but oh well.

Durarara!!: We leave off where Shizuo just crushed someone with a car door, good times. Celty takes the knife they had, believing it to be Saika but is so superstitious about it she doesn’t even see it’s a crappy Pampered Chef knife that’s like two years old max. Then Haruna, the reporter’s daughter reveals not only did she have a weird relationship with the teacher hitting on Anri but she’s also controlling all the Saika zombies around the city because to swords cutting people is loving them like how sharks bite things to see what they are. She sics her army on Anri and Shizuo separately and goes after her teacher who was just coming to sexually harass Anri again so… yay? Anyway Shizuo says fuck you to being in a polyamorous relationship with hundreds of sword zombies and Anri reveals that Haruna’s Saika isn’t the real Saika because HER Saika is the real Saika, we got katana school girls here folks, it really is an anime after all.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Code Geass #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Fate Zero #Konosuba #Sailor Moon Crystal #Durarara!!

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casualneonglitterpainterposts · 3 years

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"First Encounter"

So this is the story/ how I imagine Jules met/ encounter Michael and how she kinda ended up falling for him...

Heads up there is a little bit of violence in this- It’s not OTT though..

It was early evening, Jules had finished her last coaching session for the day- so she went down to her fave place- the batting cages for a while to smash up some balls for a bit. As she left the pitching ovals with her duffle bag and bat in hand, from within the shadows- “The Shape'' had been there the whole time. He’d been secretly watching Julie for many days, weeks and months- she seemed to intrigue him, causing feelings he’d never had before to rise inside him and now he just wanted her all to himself …

Of course he followed her discreetly and from a distance to the batting cage to watch her some more- watching such a sweet and loving woman like her show her wild side and smash the crap out of baseballs was very therapeutic (seeing this side of her was a bit of a turn on too).Soon after arriving and getting in the cage, Jules let herself get lost in the moment and started smashing out those baseball without a care in the world. Time certainly flew by, Jules had been there for two hours, she’d been having a great time smashing some balls- her hard hitting had a small crowd of kids standing there watching in amazement from the other side of the cage. She smiled and decided to teach em’ to hit like her too. Though from behind the dark shadows between an empty batting cage, he watched her- she was so beautiful, so sweet and certainly knew how to swing a bat alright- his heart pounding harder against his chest as he watched some more …

Hours later, it was just her and the owner, (Michael too of course, in the shadows- he probably wandered off and killed a few people though). The owner was beginning to close up- after hitting her last ball, she turned off the machine, put down her bat and cleaned the cage up. Now she was done Jules grabbed her towel, patting the small droplets of sweat from her forehead- then picked up her duffle bag and bat, walking out the cage and towards the front door..

On her way out Mr. Hardstone called out smiling and waving..

“Goodbye Julie, you have a good night now deary”.

Julie (looking over her shoulder and waving back): “Oh, Goodbye Mr.Hardstone, you have a lovely night too”.

And with that she made her way down the road, by foot of course back to her grandparent’s house. On her way home of course, she without her knowledge was followed by “The Shape”.

As she was making her way back home, at least halfway down the street from her grandparents place- Julie was attacked by a bunch of creeps.. Michael of course (from within the shadows of the street lights) wouldn’t let harm come to this woman…

“Hmmm, what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you wandering the streets late out at night?” (Creep leader says with a disgusting pervy smirk on his face)

Rolling her eyes in frustration and with her bat out in front of her- Jules swung it wildly towards them to protect herself..

“Get lost .. you sick pervs, keep your filthy mitts to yourself” (Jules yells as she continued to swing her bat about).

Though she swung her bat hard out in front to protect herself, the creeps were getting closer and closer to her..

As she swung her bat once more, one of the strong looking creeps grabbed a hold of it and threw it aside on the street, Poor Jules was a little frightened right now, but she wasn’t ready to let them get away with what they were trying to do to her. She then swung her fists at them, using her taekwondo and self defense skills to protect herself..

“G..GET BACK!!!.. O..OR ELSE. I MEAN IT!!!” Jules shouted at them with a tremble of fear in her voice

“Or else what?” (the creep leader snickers at her as they cornered her)....

“O..OR.. OR…” (Still swinging her fists at them)

“GOTCHA!!!!!”

“ARGH!!!!!!!!” ….. “LET GO OF ME.. RIGHT NOW!!!!” Jules cried out yelling, kicking and screaming.

The Creep leader came up close with that pervy smirk still on his face, Jules still kicking and screaming..

“Hmm.. Now why would we wanna do that little lady?”

Jules swung her leg and kicked him hard in the arm.

“Oof, you certainly know how to kick don’t you sweetheart. Come now, let’s teach this feisty little firecracker a lesson boys” (the creep leader says rubbing his arm where she kicked him)...

“No, No.. Keep you filthy hands away.. Don’t touch me” (she screamed with a tremble in her tone).

As he watched from the shadows, a deep rage was growing inside…

Jules was still kicking and screaming- as she turned her head to the side, one of the creeps went from behind to inappropriately touch her…

“NO.. NO.. DON’T TOUCH ME!!!.. LEAVE ME ALONE, LET ME GO” (Jules cried once more freaking out and panicking a little).

“Now, sweetie, there’s no need to be like that. I just wanna have some fun”( he says in a disgusting fake sweet tone)...

Just as he was about to let his hand caress the sides of her beautiful body, from behind- lurking in the shadows, a tall figure with a chef’s knife pierced right through his neck. Instantly he fell to the ground bleeding to death- everything went silent, the men froze in fear and their faces went pale white when they turned around to see that it was none other than Michael Myers…

Julie couldn’t believe her eyes- it was really him. As she was still in the grasp of that filthy creep that grabbed a hold of her, she watched Michael tear apart these disgusting men with his bare hands. Watching him use such sheer strength certainly made her blush a little, oh boy he was certainly strong. As the guy holding onto her freaked out- watching this brute kill every single one of his mates, he dropped Jules aggressively to the ground. Jules quickly got up and as hard as she could- sucker punched him right in the face as hard as she could.

Her elbows and knees were scratched up and scraped a bit, they were quite sore and poor Jules was left a little shaken up too. But she hobbled over to the tree nearby best she could to lean up against it before she fell. As she stood there leaning against the tree, she continued to watch this hunky strong brute tear these creeps to shreds.

As Michael broke the neck of yet another creep, the Creep leader was watching- enraged as he was, he quickly pulled out Mikey’s knife from his friend and charged towards him, piercing the blade of his knife right through his thick muscular arm. Julie wasn’t going to stand around anymore- though a little wobbly on her legs, she managed to grab her baseball bat. Just as he turned around, Jules did her killer swing and smashed him real hard across the face and head- knocking him to the ground unconscious. All the creeps were on the ground, surrounded by nothing but road and blood- though after pulling the knife from his arm, Michael plunged it right through the unconscious bastard's spine- standing there staring and doing his good old head tilt.

Jules, though still very wobbly in the legs and ever so sore managed to retrieve her duffle bag and towel- with them and her baseball bat in her arms she turned around, though as she turned around Michael was right behind her. Jules blushed as she stared up at him- her heart racing wild and her legs shaking a little more. He was so tall (Jules was only “5’2” tall) and his heavy breathing from behind his mask was a little freaky too.. But she could see right through him and sense that he wouldn’t harm her. Jules was more concerned about him since he was stabbed in the arm- she could see he was bleeding.

He looked back down at her through his mask, then at the dead creeps, then back at her again. Without any hesitation Michael lifted her up into his arms effortlessly Jules and her belongings too- walking her down to her grandparents house (of course he knows where she lives- he’d been watching her for weeks- following her everywhere). Jules was a little nervous at first- could you judge her?- but being in his strong arms (even if he was a killer) made her feel comforted and safe. It wasn’t long before he arrived there and made it up her grandparents front porch- unseen of course, luckily they were outta town for the next two days- so the place was dark and empty. After unlocking the front door of her grandparents house, The Shape pushed it open with his foot and walked in with her still in his arms. Shutting the door behind him, he went over and placed Jules on the couch, sitting beside her. She switched on the lamp nearby, Jules looked over at him, staring at his bleeding arm concerningly. Then courageously she scooted over a little closer to him- Then Jules grabbed his arm, firmly pressing her towel up against it to stop the bleeding…

He was surprised and huffed out loud a little..

Julie looked up into the slit eye holes of his mask sincerely...

“You’re hurt badly, please stay there, hold this. I’ll go get my first aid kit” she said in a soft sincere tone.

Looking into her sincere eyes made his face fluster and his heart pound hard against his chest- oh thank goodness the mask was covering his beet red face right now. He just grunted a little and sat there holding the towel to his bleeding arm. Though she was a little scratched up and quite sore, Jules hobbled into the kitchen, opened the cupboard under the sink, grabbed the first aid kit and hobbled back over to the couch. She grit her teeth together from the pain as she sat down, nevertheless she ignored it and opened up the first aid kit- she then got him to move the towel and uncover his arm.

“Alright then, um.. Can you take your arm out of your sleeve so I can clean it up? Please?” Jules asked nicely.

Michael just grunted (still flustered under his mask)- though after being a little stubborn at first, he unzipped his coveralls a little and took his arm out of his sleeve. Jules just sat there with a damp cloth, her face glowing all cute and rosy. Once his arm was uncovered, she gently wiped the wound with the clean damp cloth, then pat the surface of it dry. She then grabbed the antiseptic ointment- as she was grabbing it, Michael turned his eyes towards her for a moment, but the minute she turned back towards him- he looked the other way still blushing and flustered underneath the mask, yet still heavily breathing too. Placing a small amount of the ointment on her finger, she looked up at him ..

“This might sting a little, sorry about that” (she says ever so sweetly).

So she gently applied the ointment , dressed his wound and wrapped the dressing with a bandage. Then out of habit (since she’s used to doing first aid for children- especially since she’s a baseball coach and occasionally encounters injuries) she gently laid a small soft kiss on his bandaged wound. With his face burning red under his mask, Michael quickly covered up his arm with his sleeve again and awkwardly grunted of course. Jules moved back a little, blushing and apologising.

“I...I’m so sorry if I upset you, it was something I just do out of habit since I’m used to doing that for the kids I coach when they get hurt and patched up” she says blushing a little deeper.

He sat there, still heavily breathing- burning red under the mask. Though he felt a bit bad for the way he reacted, Michael knew her intentions were good. He looked over at her- she was blushing and averting her eyes. To reassure her that it was alright, he brushed his thick fingers over her hand and grunted a little softer than before. Jules looked up, eyes wide open and her face all cutesy and red. A small gentle smile crossed her face, she then gently touched his hand back. As she moved her leg, she scrunched up her face a little from the pain, she grabbed the first aid kit and got a clean wet cloth..

Though just as she went to clean her wounds, out of the blue- surprisingly, Michael got a hold of her wrist- not tightly though- taking the cloth from her hands he began to clean up her wounds. Julie’s face went bright red, but she just sat there and let him do so. Though he might have been a little rough cleaning (he did his best to be gentle for her) but she knew he meant well. Then he patched them up with a few thick bandaids and sat there after doing so. She sat up slowly, still blushing bright red Julie mumbled…

“O..oh.. um..Th..Thank You for that”...

“Hmm” he grunted back softly as he watched her get up and put the first aid kit away.

By now it was getting pretty late, Jules was pretty much tired now- she made sure the front door was locked , then turned off the lamp beside the couch. Though as she headed towards the staircase, once again she was swept off her feet into Mikey’s arms- her face glowing all rosy as he carried her up the stairs to her room. Placing her down on her bed he stood there looking down at her ….

“Oh um, thank you. You didn’t have to do that” Jules said with a cute awkward smile on her face.

She then got up, going into her en suite, she closed the door over and changed into her pyjamas- getting herself ready for bed. Once she’d gotten herself ready Jules poked her head out the door a little- Mikey was still standing there- though she was surprised he wasn’t running off before that nutter Loomis and the cops turned up down the street looking for him. It was cute though how he was concerned about her. She gently pushed the door open and hopped into bed- resting her head down on the pillow and staring up at the ceiling. Of course though, Michael sat himself down at the end of her bed (on the end of her bed mattress)- watching over her as he heavily breathed through the mask. She laid there with a small sincere look on her face, she let her fingers brush over his hand again as she fell asleep. She soon fell into a deep slumber, he just sat there staring as Jules cuddled into her quilt, peacefully resting. As he let his fingers brush over her arm, Michael stood up glancing over at her slumbered body as he left her room- quietly closing the door behind him. He made his way out into her grandparents backyard and out of that street before Loomis and the cops came along.

As he got back to his hide away, without alarming anyone- “The shape” slumped himself into his chair, taking off his mask- sitting there with his face resting in the palm of his worn hand for a moment, then after he unzipped his coveralls, he just sat there in silence looking at his bandaged arm… As his gaze remained focused on his arm, all he could see was Jules cutely placing a sweet kiss upon his arm. His face flustered a little pink, his heart felt a warm sensation he’d never felt before.. Love. How could a cold blooded killer fall for such a sweet being like her? Though it didn’t really matter, she was the one being he wanted to protect rather than kill. Michael soon found himself drifting into a light sleep- only to wake up a few hours later to go out killing again.

Dawn soon rose, Jules awoke to find that Michael had left. She still couldn’t believe that he’d saved her like that or how he just let her patch him up. Jules knew that he wasn’t a monster- looking deep into his eyes- she could see the pain in them. She knew he just needed someone to show him true affection. As she got herself out of bed, showered and dressed, the only thing Jules could think about was when she’d encounter or when Michael would show up again...

#julie osteen #jules #halloween 1978 #my original character #my oc #first encounter #michael myers x oc #michael myers

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would you be up for writing Poe Dameron based off of the song Girls by The 1975? like an age gap (nothing gross, just maybe a 19 or 20 year old reader) and Poe trying to navigate dating someone significantly younger (i imagine he’s somewhere close to Oscar Isaac’s real age, probably in his 30s?)

i think i might do another part to this, with them properly dating. this is just them getting together, i guess?

Request: Poe Dameron based off of the song Girls by The 1975? like an age gap and Poe trying to navigate dating someone significantly younger

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: Swearing, age gap (19/35)

“They’re just girls, Finn.”

“They’re, what, 19? They’re adults, Poe.” Finn’s voice is condescending as he speaks to his friend, Poe scowling at him in response.

“I’m worried about Rey finding out, you know what she’s like…” He says, voice worried as he bites his lip.

“Poe, Poe, Poe. Where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?” Finn smacks his friend's shoulder lightly, beckoning over to the two girls, “Besides, everyone knows Y/N is head over heels for you. Go for it, man. You deserve to let off some steam.”

Poe bites his lip as he contemplates.

Sure, he’s not that old. 35 isn’t that old, right? Poe had never had trouble with his confidence, he was gorgeous and he knew it. He could get anyone he wanted, with a mere smile. Then there’s you. He noticed the looks you gave him, the way you would stop talking and flush whenever he walked into the same room as you. He noticed the way you bit your lip every time he wore his orange jumpsuit. But you were so young.

He hadn’t been too bothered about it, not until Rey voiced her opinion. One night when the three friends were playing cards in Poe’s room, the topic turned to you - since you and your friend Dyla had only recently joined the resistance. Of course he mentioned how pretty you were, everyone knew it. Finn hummed in agreement but Rey’s face dropped into a frown.

“Really?” Her tone was incredulous, as if the man had just told her to fuck off or something.

“Uh… what?” Poe looks to Finn, who is equally as confused as himself.

“You’re old enough to be her dad, that’s so pervy.”

“She’s, like, twenty.” Poe counters, his face heating at the accusation of being ‘pervy’.

“Nineteen, actually.”

“Whatever, Rey. I wouldn’t actually sleep with her.”

“Good. You better hadn’t.”

So, he didn’t. No matter how much he wanted to stride across the Cantina and fling you against the wall everytime you so much as glanced over to him. No matter how many times he had to excuse himself to the bathroom after seeing you bite your lip.

Until tonight.

You’d put in more effort than usual tonight. It was the first night off for everyone in a long time, so spirits were high and drinks were flowing. Dyla had snuck a bottle of some sort of spirit into your room, and the two of you took shot after shot whilst getting ready. You take one final shot, reveling in the way your head spins slightly, and look yourself up and down in the mirror.

Tonight would be different. Ever since you joined the resistance, the only man on your mind was Poe Dameron. The first moment you saw him was indescribable. You had been introducing yourself to General Organa when he entered the room, barking orders to some scrawny men in front of computers. You had lost your train of thought as your eyes followed him around the room, shivering slightly at the authority his presence commanded. General Organa was amused, very used to the effect Poe had on women.

You’re not a very confident person. Actually, your shyness is crippling. So the only way you knew how to flirt with Poe was with long, lingering glances and slight lip bites when you thought he wasn’t looking. You have kept up this delusion for a while, the delusion that Poe might one day look at you and decide to sweep you off your feet. But you knew better now.

You’d received a slap in the face from reality when you snuck into the cantina late last night, since you’d forgotten to eat dinner. There, at the far end of the room, was Poe. He had one of the other pilots, Grilda, you think her name is, pushed up against the wall. Their lips were clashing in a fervour and your legs felt wobbly as you watched the scene. It was then you realised you were wasting your time pining over a man who would never give you the time of day.

So here you stand, your favourite red dress on, ready to go and flirt with someone who is not Poe Dameron. You stand beside Dyla as she fixes you both a drink, scanning the room slightly to see who had joined the celebration. You force your eyes to pass quickly over Poe, who is standing across the room from you with Finn. Though, you could’ve sworn he was looking at you….

3 drinks later, you finally excuse yourself to the toilet, leaving Dyla with a few other friends to keep her company. You groan in delight as you pee, it always feels so much better when you’re drunk. Before you leave you quickly ruffle your curled hair in the mirror and reapply your red lipstick. You smile at yourself, trying to give an internal pep talk.

You can do this. Go outside. Take a shot. Find a random pilot. Kiss the hell out of him.

You exit the bathroom with a deep breath, stopping suddenly in your tracks when you find Poe leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom. Surely this is a coincidence, right? He can’t actually be waiting for you. He looks up when you open the door and his eyes widen slightly, pushing himself off the wall towards you.

“Y/N, hey.” His voice is as confident as ever and it takes all of your willpower to not start kissing him right there.

“Poe… um, hi.” Your voice is soft, almost shaking as you bite your lip with nerves. Poe groans slightly and your eyes widen as he takes a step towards you, his tall frame towering over you.

“Listen, I’ve seen the looks you give me.” He gets straight to the point, walking you backwards slightly so you’re now leant against the wall, with him trapping you against him.

“Oh, Gosh.” Your brow furrows, he’s here to tell you to stop being a desperate loser, right?

“The way you bite your lip when you think I’m not looking.” He continues, bringing a large hand to cup your face. His thumb brushes your lower lip slightly and you release it from it’s hold, breath quickening.

“I-I’m sorry.” It becomes clear quickly that Poe isn’t listening to you as he leans in closer, confidence growing as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. You squeak slightly, not sure where this is coming from all of a sudden. You’re certainly not complaining, though. You react quickly, not wanting to waste the moment as you suck his thumb lightly, reveling in the way he groans.

“I’m 35.” He speaks suddenly, pulling back and cupping your face with both of his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Um, okay?” You reply, confusion clouding your features. What does that have to do with what is going on right now?

“I mean, uh,” He takes a step back, seeming timid all of a sudden as he scratches the back of his neck, “I just want you to know. In case I’m, y’know, too old for you.” He avoids your eyes this time and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you. He frowns at your response and you quickly backtrack.

“You? Old? Tell me another joke.” You grab his face this time, your movements encouraged by the alcohol in your system. “I know how old you are, does it really look like I care about that?”

“Guess not.” Confident Poe is back now, a smirk gracing his features as he steps forward once more. You barely have any time to react before his lips are on yours, hot and wet.

He winds his hand into your hair tightly and tugs, causing you to gasp lightly. He takes this opportunity to push his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth as you reciprocate desperately. You’re panting by the time he pulls away, giggling at the red lipstick that stains his mouth.

“Let's do this again sometime.” He grins, kissing you once more before wiping the lipstick off his mouth with the back of his hand. He walks off, a spring in his step as he returns to Finn who grins at him knowingly, Dyla sitting on his lap.

You take a moment to catch your breath and let your brain catch up with your body. Did that really just happen or are you dreaming?

If you thought that was a dream, the next month had been an out of body experience. As you lie in your bed next to Poe, watching him snore with his head resting on your bare chest, you think back to the previous month when you had barely spoken to him.

After your encounter, he could barely keep his hands off you. You would get pulled into dark hallways and empty utility rooms, Poe would have you muffling a scream behind your hand in mere minutes.

That’s how it always was though, in secret.

“I can’t be what you need, you’re just a girl, this is just physical.” He told you time and time again.

But time and time again, he would show up at your door when he couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t realised he was plagued by night terrors until he woke you up with one, screaming in terror with his eyes screwed shut. That was when he told you that he could only sleep soundly with you. Unbeknownst to him, you waited for him to fall asleep every night before he did, wanting to make sure he was in a peaceful slumber before you succumbed to unconsciousness. You always woke up wrapped in his arms, so he must wake up at least once during the night.

“Mmmh.” Poe hums sleepily as he blinks his eyes open slowly, looking up at you from where he lies. He gives you a dopey smile, still delirious from sleep. You return it, carding your fingers through his hair as his eyes start to droop again, “Don’t wanna get up. Wanna stay here forever.” You squeal as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, biting you playfully.

“C’mon, mister. You’ve got a meeting with General Organa at 6.” You try to remind him, but he simply ignores you, choosing instead to disappear under the covers with a wicked grin, “Poe? What are yo- Oh!” Your train of thought stops as you feel his mouth on your heat, waking you up completely as he holds down your shaking legs.

“She can wait.” He grumbles.

“I told you she’d be mad, Poe.” You give him a pointed look as he collapses into your bed after returning from his meeting with the general.

“Shut up.” He glares at you from your bed as you fix your hair in the small mirror, “I don’t know where she gets off calling me immature. Me? Immature? Please.” He crosses his arms and pouts.

“You’re pouting like a little baby, Poe.”

“You’re supposed to tell me that I’m the most mature person you’ve ever met and that Leia should never speak to me like that.”

You repeat his words back to him in a monotonous voice, grinning as his glare darkens and he falls back onto the bed.

“C’mere.” He looks back up at you and beckons you over. You comply with a wry smile and giggle as he pulls you down with him, twisting around so he’s on top of you. He kisses you deeply, biting your bottom lip hard as you try to tell him to need to leave soon, “No.” He mumbles, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Well, 10 minutes late won’t hurt, right?

You shriek in surprise as the door to your room slams open suddenly, the two of you looking over with wide eyes. It seems as though Poe’s little droid, BB8, opened the door for Rey and Finn who stand behind it. Finn seems to be holding in laughter whilst Rey sports a thunderous expression at the sight of us. Oh dear, she’s not his girlfriend, right?

I sit up quickly, pushing Poe off me and fixing my hair. Poe mutters angrily to himself as Rey invites herself into my room, stomping over to us.

“You perv!” She points at Poe, and my eyes widen as I look between the two.

“Wh… what?” You stumble over your words as you try to figure out what is going on.

“Nothing, baby, Rey was just leaving.”

“Y/N.” Rey ignores Poe completely, turning to face you, “He’s old enough to be your dad! What are you doing?”

“Rey.” Poe is shouting now, his loud voice piercing through the tense atmosphere of the room. “You made me second guess approaching Y/N for months. You know what? It was never about my age. I’m only 35 for kriff’s sake, you act like I’m fucking Palpatine. What is this really about? And you’d better tell me the truth because I’m this close to losing my shit.”

You vaguely register Finn’s ‘Oh snap’ as you gaze wide eyed at the angry man in front of you. His jaw clenches and his fists are balled up, muscles bulging in anger. Oh dear, you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on before.

No one expects what happens next. Rey bursts into tears.

“It’s not fair.” She wails, “I liked you first.” My eyes widen as she turns to me. I thought she was speaking to Poe, “I could tell you liked Poe instead. I wanted to keep him away from you.”

The room falls silent after Rey’s confession, no one knowing what to say. A wave of guilt comes crashing into you, but it’s hardly your fault. You speak to Rey occasionally when you see her around base, but you never had any indication that she was interested in you.

“Fucking hell.” Poe wipes a hand down his face in exasperation. “What did I say, Finn? Fucking girls, man.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine #rey x reader #rey imagine

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