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#this has probably already been said/ noticed but i found it neat
darubyprincx · 1 year
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Evil Xisuma is fascinated by lizards.
There's some in the Nether, of course, bejewled in crimson and golden and black, but those types usually hide out near the lava pools, and EX isn't fireproof, not by a long shot. They tried to catch one once, but they burnt their hands and got told off gently by X when they came home and the lizard escaped. There's some in the trees, but they're venomous and lightning fast.
The ones in the Overworld are much friendlier, so whenever they can, they walk over there and find a mangrove swamp far out, where the Overworld lizards like to hide. They're skittish, but EX has found that if you're gentle, they'll let you hold them.
Why lizards and not like, frogs or something? They don't know. They just think they're neat.
One evening, EX found themself in a particularly foggy swamp, grumbling as they picked their way through sprawling tree roots and mud that pulled at their boots much like the soul sand did. They were getting lost. They didn't care. This server had respawn enabled, anyways. But as they trod deeper and deeper in, something felt a little... off.
"Where are these lizards?" they grumbled, loudly enough to get the attention of a nearby breeze, which ruffled the leaves. Wait.
You can't be noticed by the wind.
"Hello?" they asked, looking up.
Somewhere to the front and right of them and very much on the ground, a twig snapped. A light came out of the fog, and a figure wearing a very broad hat walked into view.
"I'm telling you, Joel," they sighed, "you can't be in here. Especially not after dark. It's dangerous, the ghosts might- who are you?" They stopped and leaned closer, confusion clear on their face.
"If you're asking for a name, I won't give it," said EX. "They're powerful things."
"Fair enough," shrugged the stranger. "There have been some weird things happening around here lately. I'm the swamp witch. What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for lizards," said EX.
"In full body armor?"
"My lungs are shit. I have to wear this. Also, it's comfortable."
"Oh, so you're the swearing type," said the stranger with a frown. "Okay."
EX sighed. "I've never met you in my life, but you've already managed to sound exactly like my brother."
"Your brother??"
"Yes, my brother. People have them, idiot. I'm not giving my name away but I'll sure as hell give you his- Xisuma. I could pr-"
"Wait, wait, hold on," said the stranger, cutting them off with a wave of their hand. "Xisuma?"
"Weird name, I know."
"No, I mean I've met him. I never knew he had a brother."
"Sibling," corrected EX. "Also, what?"
"My bad," said the witch. They sighed. "Listen, whatever, I don't know how you got here, but you should probably go. There's some dangerous stuff in here, especially at night." They looked around warily as if to prove their point.
EX laughed. "You're tripping if you think that I'm scared of your stupid swamp. It's just a slightly damp forest. What could possibly live in here that I would be scared of?"
On cue, the wind picked up. The stranger looked around frantically. "You need to go." A bunch of blue lights appeared at the edges of the lamplight. "Now."
The wind blew a myriad of leaves into EX's face and they stumbled backwards as the yellow light receded rapidly, tripping over a tree root just as one of the blue lights came into focus. The last thing they thought before their head hit the ground was that it sorta looked like a face.
When they sat up, it was morning. The fog was gone. They looked around to see where it went, but there was none.
"Weird," they said.
Three unread messages from Worm Boy.
Dude, where are you? It's getting late.
EX? I'm going to bed now but please message me if you see this.
Just woke up. If you don't respond by lunchtime, I'm calling Xisuma.
"Hey. Sorry. I fell asleep while lizard hunting," they typed, then sent it with a sigh. What a mess.
A small blue wisp floated up where they had stepped as they walked out of the forest.
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can-of-pringles · 3 months
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When I'm Alone with You - Chapter 14
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None unless you count pet rats
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Copia has a surprise for Silas
Note: We're back people!
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August
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Copia smiled as he watched his new pet rats settle into their new home. It had been a long time since he'd had rats. He’d missed how sweet and affectionate they were. It had been rough when his childhood rats had finally crossed that unholy bridge, but he was grown up now; he knew it was better to focus on spending time with the lovely furry sweethearts than to mourn prematurely.
“Just wait until Silas finds out about you guys. He’s going to love you!” He whispered and watched as they explored their habitat.
As much as he wanted to watch them play all day, he knew he had to work. He sighed and frowned, resting his head in the palm of his hand. Maybe he could just work from his room today? Sister probably wouldn’t care as long as the work got done on time, as it always did. And besides, he still wanted to make sure the rats were settling in properly. How could he do that if he couldn’t monitor them sometimes throughout the day?
“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone.” He smiled as he watched them run around and play in their new home.
Copia left his room to go retrieve his work for the day, walking down the halls and heading towards his office. He was already in a good mood from his new pet rats, but seeing Silas as usual made it double. He was leaning slightly with a broom, taking a pause in sweeping.
“Silas.” He called, lightly waving.
Silas noticed him and smiled, returning the wave. Copia walked over to him, seeing no issue in having a small chat with him before getting his work.
“Hey, you’re not working in your office today?” Silas asked, curious.
He shook his head. “Yeah, working from my room, actually… but I have a reason.” He tried hiding the smile growing on his face.
Silas picked up on it, smiling and raising a brow in interest. “What’s the reason?”
“Well, I didn’t want to leave my new rats all by themselves while they’re settling in,” he played it casually, before grinning.
“Hey, that’s great! Everything’s going well?” Silas asked.
“Yes, they’re happy and healthy so far.”
“I’m very happy for you.” He smiled.
Copia blushed but ignored it. “Thank you.”
“Maybe the next time we’re on break I could meet them?”
“Yes, of course! They’d love to meet you.” Copia nodded.
“Sounds great. See you and them soon,” Silas said before getting back to sweeping.
Copia gave him one last quick look before heading to his office as he had originally planned.
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“Just one more page and you can go on break…” Copia muttered under his breath, tapping his foot impatiently.
He looked up and turned around in his chair when he heard a squeak coming from his rats. He smiled when he saw them climbing around in their cage, playing with their toys.
“It’s almost time for you all to meet Silas,” he spoke before turning back to his work.
“Just power through this…” He thought, furrowing his brows as he focused.
After around ten minutes of solely working, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, relieved that it was finally done. He re-stacked the pages, leaving them in a neat pile on his makeshift desk. Copia stood, lightly stretching his wrists. Now was hopefully going to be the best part of his day.
He left his room to find Silas. The bedrooms were kept slightly separate from the main part of the building, but it wasn’t any distance he hadn’t walked before. His eyes visibly lit up when he saw his friend.
Silas had a small smile on his face when he saw him. “Hey, I just finished, and I was going to try to see if I could find you, but I guess you found me first.”
Copia chuckled shortly, scratching the back of his head. “Yes, I suppose I was eager for you to meet the new rats…”
“Oh, yeah, we can go right now if you want, and then maybe eat lunch afterwards?” Silas asked.
Copia smiled. “Yes, that would be great.”
They walked side-by-side, talking briefly about their day. When they got closer, Silas looked around slightly.
“Something wrong?”
“No, it’s just I don’t clean around the personal rooms as much as the other janitors, different shifts, and all of that. So I was going over all the details again, just a reminder.” Silas explained.
Copia muttered an ‘oh’ and nodded.
“Well, here we are. Ta-da!” He motioned to his room in a slightly exaggerated, comical manner, causing Silas to chuckle a little.
He opened his door slowly, and they walked inside. “Maybe try to just start slow and keep quiet, since they’re not used to visitors yet.”
Silas nodded. He stood for a moment, vaguely observing his room. It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite the opposite, though he figured it wasn’t like his own apartment was that fancy either. He at least noticed a tiny kitchenette, a small couch, and a bathroom nearby. There was probably a bed somewhere slightly out of view. It reminded him more of a hotel room. Although Silas definitely noticed some small personal touches, a couple of cat related posters on the wall. Some candles close by. Even a small potted plant.
“Silas?”
“Oh, um, yeah?” He answered, realizing he wasn't paying as much attention as he'd thought. “What is it?”
“You can meet them now. Could you maybe wash your hands? Just in case.” Copia asked.
He nodded and quickly washed his hands at the small sink in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure if Copia was actually going to want him to hold the rats, but whatever happened, it didn’t hurt to be prepared.
“Okay, here they are.” Copia smiled, leading him to a large multiple-story cage full of toys and things for rats to climb on.
Ironically, it looked like rat heaven in there. Silas watched in a bit of awe as the three rats climbed around and played. They took turns burrowing in their small hidey holes, climbing up ladders, and chewing on wood toys.
“The light silvery one with white patches is called Alessa. The black one over here is Bella, and then the brown one is Clara.” Copia pointed them all out.
Silas scoffed lightheartedly once he put it together. “They’re ABC rats?” He raised a brow, amused.
“Yeah, I thought it was kinda funny.” Copia shrugged. “Aren’t they perfect?” He spoke softly as he looked at them.
Silas smiled and leaned closer when he saw Alessa sniffing at him through the cage. “She’s very cute. They all seem very sweet.”
“Yes, though I’m looking forward to seeing more of their personalities shine through once they completely settle in,” Copia explained. “Do you want to hold one of them?”
“Oh, well, only if it’s okay with them… I don’t want to disturb them too much. Also, won’t the other ones get jealous?” Silas stammered a bit.
“Yeah, they’re very cuddly, and as long as you stay calm, they won’t mind. We can also do one at a time so they all get to meet you; no chance of jealousy. If you’d want to.” Copia carefully opened the cage and began to place them one by one in their playpen outside of their cage. “They need outside time from their cage, anyway.”
“Oh, alright,” Silas said as he watched the rats run around in their play habitats.
“Sit down and I’ll bring you Alessa first.” Copia gestured to his couch.
He listened and sat down, staying still and mentally preparing. He liked Copia’s rats and all the rat-related stuff Copia had shown him, but he still wasn’t that familiar with being around them, especially holding them.
Copia gently picked up Alessa, talking to her sweetly as well as reassuring the other two. Silas tried listening to what Copia was saying quietly but realized it was in Italian. Copia looked up from his rat, practically seeing the nervousness radiating off Silas.
“You know, you don’t have to hold the rats if you don’t want to. I promise I won’t mind,” he said.
Silas looked up at him, opening his mouth to speak before shutting it, and then trying to speak again. “Oh, it’s not that I don’t like them. They’re very cute. It’s just that I’ve never held a rat before… I don’t want to hurt them accidentally.”
“Well… I trust you, and I’m right here to help. They’re not as fragile as you’d think. Seriously, I’ve seen the way they play with each other. It gets brutal.” Copia winced at the end.
Silas laughed, thankfully loosening up slightly. Copia smiled.
“I’ll sit next to you just in case.” He moved towards him and sat beside him, still holding Alessa. “Untense your shoulders, relax, Silas,” Copia spoke soothingly. “Do you want to hold her?”
Silas nodded, following his instructions. Copia carefully placed Alessa in Silas’ arms. He remained as calm as he could, looking at her.
“Hi, Alessa, my name is Silas.” He started petting her head, beginning to naturally relax more. “Wow, she’s really soft.”
“Oh, yeah, it’s one of the best parts of rats.” Copia smiled.
Alessa squeaked and sniffed his hand, licking it.
Silas raised a brow, trying not to cringe at the feeling. “Um, what is she doing?”
“Don’t worry, she’s just trying to groom you. It means she likes you,” he explained.
“Oh, aw, thanks, Alessa.” Silas chuckled.
She chirped and rubbed her head against his hand.
Silas gently petted her, smiling and talking to her sweetly as if she were a puppy. Which, she basically was a tiny puppy. Copia couldn’t help but beam as he watched them and watched as Silas became visibly more comfortable.
After a while, Alessa began to grow bored and started to try to escape Silas’ arms, attempting to climb up them instead. Before she could get far, Copia picked her up, allowing her to perch on his shoulder, since Silas probably wasn’t ready for that quite yet.
“Are you ready to meet the others?” Copia asked.
“Yeah, thanks for introducing me to Alessa, the rats in general.”
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After the meeting with the other rats was finished, and the rats were placed back in their home, Silas and Copia chatted for a moment by the kitchenette, each quickly washing their hands. Silas noticed when Copia replaced his leather gloves, not used to seeing his ungloved hands. Since he wore the gloves all the time, it left his hands looking soft.
“Your gloves are kinda cool… is it a uniform thing? Or…?” Silas casually brought it up.
Copia glanced down at his hands, so used to the feeling of wearing the gloves that he forgot others noticed them. “Oh, well, it’s not exactly a requirement… but I think it completes the look, and if I’m being honest, they help with certain, um, sensory things.”
Silas furrowed his brows and nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, that makes sense. When I was a kid, I’d have to wash my hands every time after eating a meal. Now I just use forks and spoons for pretty much everything.”
“Oh, yes, touching food is the worst.” Copia’s face scrunched up in disgust. “I'm so glad we invented utensils.”
“Speaking of food… do you want to go get lunch now?”
He nodded, looking forward to eating lunch with him.
“I have one more question though… if you have a kitchen in your room, why even bother going to the cafeteria?” Silas asked, tilting his head slightly.
“It’s better to eat with friends than alone sometimes,” Copia answered. “Although I usually eat breakfast and a late supper here,”
The corner of Silas’ mouth tugged up in a lop-sided smile. “That’s a good point.”
Copia returned it, and they headed off to lunch, but not before they both gave quick goodbyes to the rats; hearing them scurry about in their cage.
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thenerdyfanwriter · 2 years
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Heyo! Can you write a s3 Robin x reader where reader is a Russian spy in training but hates it and ends up helping the scoop troop and falling for Robin ( reader almost kills them the first time they meet.) but ends up dying in the end because the Russians found out. Thanks :)
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Word Count: 2299
Pairing: Robin Buckley x reader
Synopsis: Robin finally found the person she wanted forever, but some things aren’t meant to last.
Warnings: Angst
A/N: I changed some of what happened in season 3. Some things changed were Steve already knew Robin was gay, Dustin and Erica didn’t go with Steve and Robin, and Steve, Robin, and Y/n are the one to destroy the gate under Starcourt. Also, I wrote the ending while crying. Hope you enjoy!
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I haven’t been in America for long. My parents brought me here from Russia for some type of training about 6 months ago. I’m not exactly sure where I am. They haven’t told me much.
My parents don’t seem to be around any more. I’m not even sure they are still alive. If they are dead, I don’t think I’ll miss them much. They weren’t in my life very much in the first place.
I’m currently getting ready for my second training session of the day. If I’m honest, this session is my favorite. They told me I’m doing some kind of security training today. As I’m walking to the training room, I notice the door to security cracked.
I peek my head in and notice a lot of security camera footage. One of them is for a place called Scoops Ahoy. I watch the footage from the door and notice a boy and girl. The boy seems a few years older than me but the girl looks around my age. She has short hair that bounces as she walks. I see her name tag. It reads “Robin”.
I have a weird feeling in my chest as I watch her. She is very cute. Before I get caught, I continue going to my training room. When I get there, I notice there's a gun on a table in the middle of the room. 
As I walk towards the table, someone starts talking from the speakers. “Grab the gun. Carefully eliminate all threats without getting injured.” 
I picked up the gun. It already has ammunition in it. I see a map on the wall with 4 red dots clustered together near the elevators.
With the gun, I make my way towards where the red dots were. The elevator is in view but I don't see anyone. I make my way to the elevator.
Sitting next to the elevator security sensor is a stand with a badge on it. I hold the badge up to the sensor and the elevator door opens. I hide behind the wall with the gun drawn while the door opens all the way.
I peek around the corner. I can’t see anything at first glance, so I slowly make my way into the elevator. When I make it about half way inside, I spot someone crouched behind a box. 
I walk around the box so that I’m behind them. “ Slowly stand up and turn around.” I tell them. They raised their hands in the air while getting up. “ Turn around.” I tell them again. As they turn, I recognize them from the security room.
“You are Robin, correct?” She looked much prettier in person. She stared at me looking confused. 
“Yes, I am.” She said. I was about to reply but I heard something behind me. Before I got the chance to turn around, I was hit in the head with something.
Robin Pov
“Steve, did you have to hit her on the head?” I whisper-yelled at Steve. The Russian girl laying passed out in front of me somehow knows who I am.
“She was holding a gun to you. She was probably going to shoot you, too!” Steve yelled back.
“She wasn’t going to shoot me.” I told him. I looked back down at the girl laying on the floor. Her hair was in a neat bun on top of her head. If I’m being honest, she was very attractive for someone who wanted to kill me.
“Just because you find her attractive doesn’t mean she isn’t going to kill us Robin.” Steve leaned over her and grabbed the gun she was holding. He lifted her up next so that she was leaning against a box. When Steve let go of her, she started to wake up.
As her eyes opened, she looked around with confusion written on her face. “ Where am I?” She asked in a thick Russian accent.
“How do you know who I am?” I asked her. She looked up at me and her eyes went wide.
“You are from the security video. You work at an ice cream shop in the mall. You are also very attractive.” Her cheeks turned red when she said the last part. ”I am Y/n. What are you Americans doing down here?” She stood up from her spot on the floor and glanced between Steve and I.
Your Pov
 Apparently Americans can be smart. Steve and Robin ended up here after discovering a secret code. They were looking for some type of gate with a monster apparently. I know what they are talking about. We have a team of scientists trying to open a gate to another dimension.
“I will help you get out of here but I will not take you to the gate.” I told them. They looked at each other like they were silently coming up with a plan.
“Fine, but you have to come with us and tell us what's happening down here.” Robin said, looking back at me.
“Ok, deal.” I go outside the elevator to where I left the key card and grab it. Stepping back into the elevator, I slide it over the security box and the elevator starts going up. 
Once the elevator stops, I open the door again and we leave. “ Where are we going?” I asked them.
“We’re going to my house.” Steve said. 
After arriving at Steve’s house, he went to his room to get us all a change of clothes. “So, um, do you really find me attractive?” Robin asked me as we sat in Steve’s living room.
“Yes, I do. It’s fine if you do not find me attractive as well. I understand.” I said.
She gulped then looked at me and said, “ I do, um, find you attractive as well.”
“Ok.” I said. I got up and started walking towards the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I can make something.” I yelled so that both Steve and Robin could hear me. I heard Steve running down the stairs.
“I’ll just order some pizza. Don’t worry about cooking.” Steve said once he reached me. “ Here’s some clothes. You can change in the bathroom around the corner.” He handed me some clothes then walked to where Robin was.
I took the clothes and went to change. When I was done, I went back to the living room where Robin and Steve were sitting.
“Can you tell us what is going on under the mall?” Steve asked.
I tell them everything I know, which isn’t much. “ I can help you guys get what you want from the Russians if you want.” I offer. 
“We’d appreciate it.” Robin said. “Steve, can you show us the guest room? It’s getting late.” 
“Yeah, sure.” Steve said. He got up and headed towards the stairs. Robin and I followed him. Steve got to the top of the stairs then led us down a hallway. “ This is the guest room. There’s only one bed, but the lounge sofa has a pullout.” He told us and walked away.
“I don’t think Steve likes me very much.” I said to Robin. I walked over to the bed and sat down. Robin came and sat next to me.
“It takes a while for Steve to warm up to people.” She said. “ If it makes you feel any better, I like you already.”
I looked at her and smiled. “That does make me feel better actually.”
“So, do you think maybe when this is all over, would you like to go on a date with me?” Robin asked me.
“Of course I would.” I told her. “Maybe we can go to the cinema, I think it’s called?”
“Yeah that would be perfect.” She said. “I’m getting tired. Do you want to share the bed or should I sleep on the pullout?” 
“We can share. The bed looks big enough.” I told her. We laid down and went to sleep.
The next morning, I could hear Steve downstairs walking around. I got up and looked around. Robin must already be up as well since I didn’t see her.
I walk downstairs and see Steve and Robin sitting in the kitchen. “ Good morning.” I tell them. I look at the clock on the wall and see it's almost 8 am. “ If we’re going to break into the facility, we should leave soon.”
They look at each other and nod. “Ok,” Steve said, “I’m going to go start the car then.” He got up and left. It was now just Robin and I.
“So, um, did you sleep well last night?” Robin asked. She looked so pretty first thing in the morning. My eyes drift over her face and land on her lips. They look very kissable right now.
“I slept very well. Would it be weird if I kissed you right now?” I asked Robin. I took a few steps closer to her. Her eyes grew wide in surprise. “Nevermind. Forget that I asked.” I started stepping away from her.
“No, wait.” She said in a rush. Robin grabbed my cheeks with both hands and smashed her lips to mine. “Sorry,but I’ve been wanting to do that since last night.”
“It’s ok. I liked it.” I said as my smile grew wide.
Robin looked like she was about to say something but was interrupted by the sound of Steve honking his car horn. With a sigh, Robin dropped her hands and said, “I guess we should go then.” She started towards the car before I could say anything.
When we arrived at the mall, we sat in the car for a minute. “I still have the security badge so it should be easy to get inside.” I told them. “We don’t have any guns so it will be hard to get past the security once we get to the basement.”
“I have some guns in the trunk.” Steve said.
“Ok. We should head in then.” I said as I got out of the car. Both followed after me.
Steve walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. We each grabbed a gun and headed to the elevator in the back. “ You guys ready?” I asked with the key card in my hand ready to scan.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Robin said, looking at Steve.
“Let’s go then.” I scanned the card and the doors to the elevator opened. Walking into the elevator, I had my gun drawn in case there was anyone here this early. Once I saw there was no one in there, I signaled to the other two to get in the elevator. I scanned the card again and the elevator started going down.
Once the elevator reached the bottom, I glanced at Steve and Robin and scanned the card again, opening the door. I turned back to look at them, “ Ready?” I asked. They both nodded their heads.
We began walking down the long hallway. I know from living down here that there shouldn’t be anyone around until we get to the main part of the basement. Last night, they told me they needed to destroy the gate the scientists are making.
I stop and turn around to Steve and Robin. “ I have a plan. My room is around the corner. We go in there and change into the training uniforms. After that, we head to the lab where the gate is.”
“Sounds good.” Robin said.
“Let’s do it.” Steve glanced at Robin and I.
We made our way to my room where we all changed into the spare uniforms I have. When we were done, I peeked into the hallway to make sure it was all clear. “There’s no one out here. We should be able to make it to the lab without being seen.”
I walked out of the room with Robin and Steve following me. We made our way to the door that led to the lab without being seen. I opened the door and looked inside. 
“ Most of the scientists are either not here or are in the secure lab.” I told them. I walked into the room, towards the secure lab with Robin and Steve following. “ I can’t promise this is going to go easy once I open the door.” I warned.
I unlocked the door with the key card and pushed it open. There weren’t many people there, only about 10 or so. I glanced at Steve and Robin to signal them to be ready when I start shooting.
I walked into the room and started shooting. With the attention on me, Robin and Steve ran to where the gate was. I kept shooting until they came back. Robin grabbed me as she ran by and I ran with them. 
We almost made it to the elevator before security caught up with us. I slowed down and started shooting at them. When we finally reached the elevators, I unlocked the door. Steve and Robin both ran inside, hiding against the walls.
Security was halfway down the hallway now and closing in on us quickly.
“Robin, “ I yelled, grabbing her attention. “ Go to the cinema for me.” I told her.
I reached inside the elevator and scanned the card. When the door started closing, I threw the key card at Steve. 
“Don’t do this Y/n.” He said as he caught the card.
“Goodbye Steve and Robin.” I said as the door finally closed.
I turned around and started shooting at the security that was now standing a few feet away.
Robin Pov
I heard her start shooting after the door closed. As the elevator started moving, I heard her yell in pain before there was a loud thump.
I finally found someone and they were taken away from me too early.
A/N Part 2: Sorry it kinda strayed from the ask.
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littleboxcat · 1 year
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Peter Reads Egon's most personal & intimate journal entry yet.
This is a continuation of a fic I posted earlier on my tumblr page. I have not yet uploaded it onto AO3
Peter Fanned the pages scanning them for something savorer, or unsavory rather. His attention was snagged when Janine’s name appeared again. Hello, peter thought as he began to read.
Date: July 2nd
Janine and I are partaking in a viewing of Médée at The Met.
The Diva’s voice was how I would imagine the sirens sounded as they pulled their unwitting victims to their death in the Odyssey. Sadly, I find myself hooked. Janine’s hand was placed on my thigh. Did she notice my aroused state? I must conclude as the intermission is soon to be over.
“And then you took her home and made sweet love to her. C’mon Egon, land the plane will ya! Geez.” Peter was startled by his own voice. He had said that loud. He looked around dumbfounded and then continued.
Date: July 2nd
Time: 2:45am
It was in my aroused state that I have found myself in Janine’s humble abode having just experienced for the second time in my life a rite of passage.
Peters’ eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He read on.
Observations:
-Janine favors osculation.
-Tea on the tongue leads to interesting intermingling of flavors in the mouth whilst kissing.
-She is observant. (She did indeed notice my engorgement during the performance.)
- Janine experiences a full-face/(body?) flush when sexually piqued.
-Her skin is also warm to the touch.
-She has beautiful Clavicles.
-It is difficult for me to not notice the gentle slope to her full bosom and erect mammillia beneath her blouse.
- manual massage to them is favorable. Tongue and mouth are ideal.
- Aggressive when aroused.
Again, Peter stopped. He closed the book around his finger making sure to save the page. He peered down at his own crotch. Was he getting hard from reading about Egon’s sexcapades? Nah. He bounced his left knee and thought about Ghosts, dumb technical words he had heard Ray and Egon say, and slimer sliming him for the umpteenth time until he had maintained a neutral state. Peter re-read.
-Aggressive when aroused. 
I bet she was Spengs. It took you long enough to do her. I mean all that pining and no penetration, I mean com’on. Peter thought to himself as he continued to violate Egon’s privacy.
I have taken into account the magnitude of reactions to stimuli Janine experienced and have pinpointed approx. 5 actions to experiment with upon our next coital encounter.
For instance,
Frottage of my pants covered vascular engorgement against her vulva while clothed, yielded an unmeasurable amount of low viscosity vaginal fluid to be released. This liquid covered both the gusset of her undergarments and my fly area.
However, this may be a combination of both of our fluids as this act was quite pleasurable to myself as well. I did notice my own Cowper’s fluid leaking from the meatus during the act.
Ehk, Meatus?! What are you doing, having sex or makin’a hamburger? He chuckled breathlessly. Peter had made it a rule that if he needed a dictionary to read something, the book was probably going to be a snooze fest. He absolutely hated textbooks, one day someone would place all of the world’s books into a neat cassette tape that he could play in his Sony Walkman. They were already doing it with kids books in Teddy Ruxpin. Why not all books.
In Uni, anytime he needed to study, he would end up sleeping. He owed Egon for helping him get through grad school. Had it not been for his dear friend he would probably have dropped out. This was the first time Peter wanted to have a dictionary nearby. He decidedly called what Egon had written, scientific smut. Egon, ever the inventor.
I hypothesize that usage of a phalangeal digit may produce a similar reaction.
-perhaps usage of the tongue?
-Possible experimentation with foods. How does Janine’s diet effect the bouquet and palatableness of her vaginal transudate?
*It might be time to revisit Masters and Johnsons “Human sexual Response.” I should take a visit to the research library.
Despite the textbook nature of Egon’s journal, Peter still sported a simi-chub. This time he didn’t try to think it away. If it was gonna happen, let it happen. Besides, he was home alone.
Oral stimulation of Janine’s’ erect mammillia yielded audible approval.
(Her breathy squeaks did something to me. I did not last to penetration.)
-She moaned when I moved my hands against her undressed body.
-I would like to try using ice on the skin, possibly on her nipples. Will it increase Janine’s arousal state?
-I believe manual stimulation leading to full release approx. 2x prior to coitus will allowed me to extend the period of time with which my next orgasm will happen.  
-I will experiment with the thrust to ejaculate ratio (TER) as well as time between arousal states
-I postulate that the longer the period to time between my own release the more time is allotted for Janine’s Physiological and psychological arousal response.  
*She did state that she experienced full sexual release during our frottage episode.
-I penetrated Janine in the missionary position. I experienced a very clear heightened arousal state; quickened heart rate, flushed skin, slight throbbing in the genital region. Janine, however, requested to be on top. This produced deeper penetration. This also seemed to allow her to create the pacing. I observed a similar physiological response in her.
At this point, Peter had already unsheathed his hard-on from its jean prison and was lightly stroking along with the journal entry. Was he really going to do this while reading his friend’s very intimate, deeply personal thoughts. Yes. Yes he was and no one had to know. Just he and Egon’s journal and the office. Slimer was nowhere at the moment. Besides, it had been a minute since his last tryst and as nerdy as the entry was, it was doing it for him. He continued stroking and reading.
-Her moans were more low and elongated.
- I did not last long, neither did she. This was my first time experiencing a form of Kabzah.
-Female orgasm is not dissimilar to the male. An inverse of rhythmic contractions from the inner vascular walls similar to my own corpus spasm without the outward release of seminal fluid.
*Is squirting possible?
- I would also like to test which position during active Penile/Vaginal interaction (PVI) yields the longest coital connection and which produces the highest pleasure response in Janine.
*Note to self, study more on tantra. I might need to brush up on my Sanskrit. I have my work cut out for me.
Writing this has caused me to become aroused yet again. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to try one of my hypotheses now.
Peter was already on his last few strokes. He was not paying attention to the journal anymore; or the door to the lab for that matter.  His eyes closed tight as he pumped himself faster. A dark figure stood in the door frame. Peter climaxed with an audible grunt spurting into his own hand; Panting as he opened his eyes to see Egon standing there in the doorway. Huffing. straight faced. Eyes wide. Eyebrow low. For a hot moment the silence stretched on for eons. The silence lasted until the eventual heat death of the universe, at least in Peter’s mind, which had ceased to function.
“OH MY GOD! I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!”
Peter shouted as he grabbed a pillow from the couch absentmindedly holding it in front of himself with his cummy hand.
“I now understand the adage feeling your blood boil.”
Egon stated matter of factually, in a calm and cold way.
“Spengs I can explain.”
“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you to debase yourself.”
“I…I’m just gonna go. I—I’ll clean the pillow.”
Peter Lowered his head and cowered making himself look small. He quickly pushed himself back into his pants and backed out of the lab leaving the journal on the couch and the mop laying on the ground. Egon was still silent as if processing. Egon turned slowly toward Peter, still cold and calculated he spoke.
“Peter, I’m not angry with you. I am pissed with myself. I should have known better than expecting anything better of you.”
“Hey! Wait a Minute.--”
Peter stopped; Egon’s words hurt but he deserved it. Still, It felt like Egon was a parent who was deeply disappointed in a son. He didn’t view his friend as a father but he knew this particular kind of shame.
“I really am sorry. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I did it anyway. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me big guy?”
Egon sighed. His face softened. He lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer.
“I need some time to think about it Peter.”
He stated as he shut the door in peters face.
Authors note: It would take Egon some time to get over this but that’s a story for a different day.
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carmypen · 2 years
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I’m a little more than halfway through OOO now, and I wanted to do a little write up of some of my thoughts that I haven’t already put in other posts, so here it is!
I am completely and utterly amazed at how good this show actually is. When I rewatch an old show, especially a show that I have a lot of nostalgia for, I usually try to keep my expectations low (and that goes double for a show where I’m not the target audience). However, OOO, somehow manages to almost be better than I remember it. A big part of that is I’m watching it now knowing how the show ends, and I can clearly see how much foreshadowing there was. Stuff like Eiji and the purple Medals or Date knowing who Eiji is are brought up pretty early and continue to get hinted at throughout the show. One really big example is Ankh mentioning in EPISODE 2, that he can taste things now. It seems like a completely innocent, throwaway line, but when you know what’s revealed later about the Greeed it just hits you right in the heart ;__;
I was a bit surprised at how much I had forgotten about the show, but that made rediscovering those things kind of fun. One major thing is Eiji having that I’m-pretending-to-be-stupid-but-I’m-actually-two-steps-ahead-of-everyone aspect of his personality. It’s a trait that makes him into a really entertaining main character.
Speaking of characters, the big stand out for me this time around is Gotou. I didn’t notice him as much the first time because he’s a lot less flamboyant compared to the rest of the cast, but now I really love his character. It’s cool how he starts off bitter and entitled, but then when he has the opportunity to get what he wants (being Birth) he turns it down because he has to stick to his morals. Then he goes through a dark, hopeless period before working his way up to finally becoming Birth. It’s just such a great little character arc, I can’t wait to see it all.
Also (and I probably forgot this because OOO was my first Kamen Rider show and I didn’t know any different) it is very amusing to see some of the characters fight Greeed/Yummies with real life weapons. Like, Gotou whipping out a rocket launcher or Satonaka dual wielding handguns when she shows up to bring the final core medal for TaJaDor’s debut.
We cannot talk about OOO without talking about the one and only notorious birdman himself. I remember when I first watched OOO I felt like Ankh was the kind of character I would have created when I was in middle school. Having rewatched a good chunk of the show now, I can say that I agree with past-me 100 percent. Ankh is, like, the perfect blorbo. If you opened the dictionary and looked up “blorbo” there would be a picture of Ankh, and he would be looking very pretty in it. He’s like if a group of top blorbo scientist gathered together and decided to build the perfect blorbo with the most blorbo-y of blorbo traits. All with the main goal to blorbo-ify the entire world.
With that being said, Ankh is also absolutely terrible. And I love it. I remember him being pretty selfish, and I was preparing for the fact that I probably had a nicer, fanon-ified version of him in my head, but, woooow I was not quite ready. Still, it makes the show just that more enjoyable. He stirs up a lot of drama and it’s great.
For a quick aside, it’s also been neat to go down the Internet rabbit hole and see how many other roles Miura Ryosuke has had in the last few years. It looks like he found his niche in musical theater, and has been involved in a lot of anime-to-stage adaptations (did you know there’s a Fist of the North Star musical? I sure didn’t!). The Black Butler fandom seems to have embraced him, and I hope the JJK fandom enjoys him as their stage Gojo.
Finally, I don’t have too much to say about him, but I absolutely love Date. I couldn’t wait to get to his episodes, and all of his focus episodes (the Kendo girl eps, the LOVE-LOVE-LOVE combo eps) have been my favorites so far. He’s so much fun.
Overall, I’m so glad that I decided to rewatch the show. I was kind of hesitant because it’s hard for me to watch TV shows these days ( and I’m still rewatching Zexal), but it’s been so wonderful to re-experience OOO again, especially after what a gut punch the 10th anniversary movie was. I can’t wait to watch the rest!
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thejabberwokk · 2 years
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Zevwarden week, day 6 Death
I had no plans to actually write the adventures of the Two Inquisitors, but after the arguments and reconciliation prompt.. this wouldn't leave my head. I have a LOT more already written... lol
6. Death
Leliana gnawed on her thumb nail as she looked down at the missive. The seal of the Warden-Inquisitor was yet unbroken, but she had the sinking suspicion she should read it, despite the promises she had made to her dear friend.
‘Please, read anything I send, just, please not the ones to Zev. I want at least one person I can talk to without the Inquisition knowing.’
Her jaw had been set in a stern line, but her eyes were pleading. Of all people, they both knew how a Seneschal worked, how organizations such as the Inquisition needed to know all that was sent and received for their security. She had asked for only that, and had allowed both the templars and the mages to test her blood once the red lyrium was found. Had allowed their own mages and artificer to experiment and aid in the knowledge of the Anchor, the Fade and The Blight. She had let them take of her in return for her aid in helping them save the world, again…
“And I am going to have to betray her trust.” Leliana hastily broke the seal, reading the contents as quickly as she could. Letting the parchment drop on the table, she hung her head in her hands and let out a soft sob.
Zev, my Sunshine, 
I beg you, please come to me. The Anchor is accelerating the Blight, and my trip through the fade is not helping matters. I’ve been hiding it as best I can, but I fear I am not going to be of use in the coming battles... [Tear stains blur a few words] you must help them get into the temple. My Dreamer thinks there is something there that can help, but I am not quite [more tear smudged script].
I want to see you before I am a sore sight, the Ambassador thinks I am just stressed, but I fear she might notice the shadows. 
I know our dear Nightingale has probably read this one, but I’m growing too tired to write much more. I worry this might be the last letter I’ll ever send you.
Just please, Zevran, I need you.
Forever your moon, Isabeaux
Leliana made a decision then, and though her friend may never speak to her again if she ever were to find out. She wrote her own letter, to replace her Warden’s.
~*~
Zevran awoke in a cold sweat. A dream filled with red lyrium and angry spirits haunted him still, and the heat from the desert did little to warm the cold that seeped into his soul.  It had been the third time this month the dream had occurred. The third time he failed to save his Warden from the grips of whatever dream bound creatures he was seeing. The nightmares had grown steadily worse, wolf howls echoing through them, giant spiders and blue wraiths thwarting his path.
He missed her, and his mind was apparently rebelling against his better judgment. Or rather, his very foolish judgment. 
He rolled out of his cot with a grown,  reaching for his pack as he did so. Rummaging for a bit, he pulled out a stack of letters he hadn’t been able to bring himself to open. The tear stains on their edges plunging his heart into despair each time he caught sight of them.
 Grabbing a knife from his boot, he sliced the seal on the most recent one bearing her seal. He noticed the script was far too neat to be hers, and with a furrowed brow began to read;
My friend,
Pardon my language, but this needs to be said;
You are being a complete piece of cowardly nug-shit. 
The last few missives were spelled to let one of my mage agents know they had been read, so we KNOW you have read about the state of your beloved wife, our Rogue Inquisitor, Isabeaux. I know our companions have been rather optimistic about the situation, if not altogether vague, but they all think they are the only ones you are listening to, as it were. 
We are doing everything we can for her here, but she needs you. She needs the one that holds her heart. As much as we each pride ourselves on being considered her friend, it is not enough for the sickness of her soul that is settling in.
You are being selfish and acting as though she has already passed.
Get your feather brain to Skyhold post haste. 
Always a friend,
Leliana
P.S. 
If you're reading this, then her Dreamer finally got through to you >:P
He crumbled the parchment into a tight ball and threw it unto the smoldering embers of his camp stove. 
Rubbing and hand across his face, then through his hair he groan. They were right, Leilani was right. He was being a coward. 
They had discussed the inevitable, at length, over the years, but he had never thought he would not be beside her from the onset. Having their paths diverge before there was even a hint…
He fisted the hair at the base of his neck and tugged in exasperation. 
He thought he would be dying with her, in some final battle. Not in a dessert filled with the weird creatures that shared her myths name. 
Heaving a heavy breath, he pulled out parchment and the fancy pen she had gifted him long ago and wrote;
Oh most glorious Nightingale,
I am indeed a coward. I'm leaving now. 
Tell the Dreamer to track if need be, but no more nightmares, please. I don't want to watch her fall to an archdemon not tied to the blight... I can sense his low opinion of me. 
Ask someone who is comfortable to hold her close in the sunset. She likes that.
-Your cowardly and wayward Crow
P.s. I thought you liked the smell of your weird broods excrement, 'Smells of berries~  ٩(˘◊˘)۶
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i messed up, i found out
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Summary: She wants to keep him safe. He doesn’t want her to do it that way.
Word count: 760
Warnings: dubiously consensual human experimentation? human experimentation makes it sound a lot worse than it actually is but it’s still kinda bad
Note: For @badthingshappenbingo​, Minor Character Death. See, to make it minor I had to make it mostly rambling about other stuff. Which includes murder but not any actual murder. Also tagging @madame-butterfly-knife​ because I recently learned she has a Tumblr.
Finally, an opportunity to just write my own OCs…
Title from “Umbilical”, MILGRAM.
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He’d slipped into his room before anyone could notice he was missing after the trial. He didn’t need any more questions.
“Karuta-san?”
Maybe it’s too late for that. He doesn’t answer.
The paper Niko left behind after her execution was typed in the neat font that their captors had used. Like she needs more proof. She’s already screaming. There’s no better way.
HIDE KARUTA: BRAIN SURGERY
He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to think about it, even, and that one’s ridiculously easy. It’s been easy to not think, for so long.
“Karuta-san, hello?”
She’s got about a 73.2% chance of giving up if he says something. Something good.
“I’m gonna be okay!”
“Vaughan-san’s coming, and I want to explain this without him listening in, can you please just…” There’s a doorknob rattle.
Hide’s never really tested how hard these dorms are to get into. He thinks that vaguely one of the terrorists might have broken in, in their last game. Or maybe out. That’d make for a good kidnapping…
“This isn’t about Koyuki-san’s thing!” Another doorknob rattle. “Karuta-san, open the door, please!”
He opens it, and Yukiko Kuromoto tumbles in with a look of utter relief on her face.
There are bruises on her wrists, larger than the finger-shaped ones he doesn’t remember getting and never worries about.
“Yukiko…?”
She pulls her sleeves over her wrists. How did she even know he was thinking about it?
“I got my meds back from Hayashi-san’s room a long time ago, I really did. But don’t worry about me, Karuta-san.”
Her expression is strange. It pulls and pushes in a different way than before the motive.
“You should call me Hide.”
Right now, it seems like the most important thing.
“Hide.” It’s a whisper, like it’s the name of something so much more important. “You’re better than me, I know that now. So, I think, I’ll be willing to do anything for you. If there’s someone you need to get rid of…just say the word, and I’ll do it.”
He blinks up at her, making sure to take in everything in the moment. He’ll forget it. He always does.
“Do I need to spell it out?” She says it in barely a whisper. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Mikisaki-san was wrong. You’re the best person here.”
“…why?” He’s not smart, he knows it, so why is she saying it?
“You’re brilliant. You’re the darling of Syotoyo, and nothing of what she said changes that. You’re still you. It’s just…I’d really want to know what happened. But…that’s a stupid question.”
“Don’t worry about it. After all, I’m happy now, and that’s all that matters.” He’s not quite sure who he’s saying it for. It doesn’t really matter, anyway. It’s right.
“But…you could be happier.”
“Not this way. This isn’t—"
“Do you know how valuable something like this is? I don’t think you do. You’ve got no chance of being executed, after all.”
“But I don’t want anyone dead.” He stares at her, trying to create something that would push her away, that would stop this. He likes her. He just doesn’t want her to talk about any of this.
“You probably will. Eventually. Then you won’t have to be. But, please…let me be worth something. For you, if nothing else.” She looks down, and Hide can’t help but think there’s something she’s not telling him.
“…hey, Yukiko? Whose list did you get?” He doesn’t really expect an answer.
One end of her mouth flies up, and she points a finger at herself.
“Why, the crimes of Yukiko Kuromoto herself, of course.”
She starts laughing. Not happy, but dull, like she’s lost everything she’s known. Maybe she has.
“What did you do?” It’s not scared. He can’t really be scared. He can’t really be anything.
“I did it for the wrong people, and they betrayed me. So dirty…” She laughs again, and this time there are tears in her eyes. “But you’re not, right, Hide? You’re gonna listen to this? You’re gonna do what’s best for you?”
“Can I just think about this? Please? You should know I’m not—”
“If you have to. Just don’t let anybody talk you out of this.”
She reaches into her pocket and takes out a black ribbon, then wraps it once, twice around his wrist, ending with a knot.
“Don’t forget, okay?”
He pulls his sleeve over it and wills her to go. She said Isiah was coming, didn’t she? Maybe he’ll know better.
Anyone else would know better. Even her.
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yukidragon · 2 years
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Sunny Day Jack - Sunshine In Hell Chapter 3
The third chapter of Sunshine in Hell, my Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack fic has just been released! I’ve decided just to make teaser posts with links to the full chapters as they go up from here on out. I hope you enjoy the newest chapter and please leave me comments if you like it. Thanks~! 💖
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There hadn’t been a lot of time for Alice to dwell on Jack and whatever was going on between them. When she spotted the time, a different sort of panic seized her, sending her to her feet in an instant. “Shit!” she shouted. “I’m late for work!”
Jack jerked back to avoid Alice as she rushed past him and disappeared into the other room before he heard a door slam shut. He felt a pang of regret at her retreat, and trailed after her as he clasped his hands together to retain just a little of her warmth that was already fading from his grasp. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much else he could do but wait, hesitant and uncertain.
When Alice emerged from her bedroom a few minutes later, she was dressed in a new, much more colorful outfit. Above smart brown slacks and shoes she wore a blue and white pinstripe button up shirt with puffy sleeves, topped off with a red bowtie dotted by yellow polka dots. She checked herself in a mirror hanging in the hallway as she hastily shoved a red visor on her head and finger-combed her wild mane of curls into something close to a neat style despite now being slightly hindered by a pair of yellow gloves that were similar to the ones Jack wore.
The change in look was unexpected, but Jack found it pleasantly nostalgic. Alice would fit right in at CloudyTown with an outfit like that. He considered saying as such or asking if she needed help when his sunshine turned around only to jump in fright at the sight of him.
“Shit, dude!” Alice yelped.
“What?” Jack asked as he jerked back in surprise.
“Where did you come from?” Alice asked as she placed a hand over her racing heart.
Jack blinked, confused. “What do you mean? I was standing here the whole time.”
“I didn’t see you in the mirr… or…,” Alice trailed off as she turned back to the mirror, only to find no sign of Jack in it, though she could see herself and the rest of her apartment as she expected. She turned back to her new friend to see him staring back at her, perplexed. She noticed the posters behind Jack, and when she looked back in the mirror she saw the same posters reflected backwards in it, but without the giant clown standing in front of them.
Jack felt his insides twist as he came to the same realization that Alice did - he didn’t have a reflection in the mirror.
“O… o-okay,” Alice said shakily as she turned away from the mirror before doing her best to brush the new revelation aside and soothe her nerves. “Let’s… let’s deal with that later.” There would be time to figure out the implications when she wasn’t at risk of getting written up for being late. “You can, um, stay here… I guess? I’ll be back in around ten hours, after my shift ends.”
The idea of being separated from Alice for so long was enough to make Jack forget all about his lack of a reflection. “No, wait I…” He paused to collect himself and take better care with what he wanted to say. “Do you mind if I come along? We’re friends now, right? So, I’d like to know where my new best friend works. If that’s okay with you.” He gave her his best smile. “You look great in that outfit, by the way.”
Alice felt heat flood her cheeks at the praise, thinking that only a clown like Jack would find such a garish circus-themed uniform flattering. Still, the compliment felt far better than it had any right to. It distracted her enough that it delayed her in answering his question. “S-sure.”
It was probably for the best, Alice reflected. Leaving her imaginary friend at home to not distract her at work was one thing, but leaving a supernatural entity she barely understood alone in her apartment unsupervised was probably not the wisest choice. Though she was mostly convinced that Jack was the former - despite the unfortunate implications that said about her mental state - she couldn’t dismiss the slim possibility that he could be the latter.
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hellscape-halogens · 4 months
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dream i had
I had a dream I was in an Italian restaurant in the middle of the desert and it was empty. No employees, no customers, nobody except me so I just sat down at a table bc everything else was otherwise kept very neat and taken care of.
I found some magazines on the table next to me and decided to flip through them. GQ, Vanity Fair, Vogue, Rolling Stone, Billboard (there were more, but those were some of the ones I remember). They all had Lil Peep on the covers in various outfits, makeup looks, poses, etc. Most of them were dated for 2018 through this year. I found another one that was much bigger and made of harder paper/card stock and had a blank cover, except it said "WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN..." on the front in big, bold black letters.
I decided to start flipping through that one too and the first page was a picture of Lil Peep. Someone came and sat in front of me at my table and I looked up and I don't think I have to say who it was as many times as I've mentioned him by name already.
"What're you reading?" he asked.
"A magazine." I answered.
"Can I read it with you?" "Sure."
He sidled into the booth with me beside me and looked. The energy about him changed. We looked through the magazine together.
November 2017: Lil Peep leaves Arizona and voluntarily checks into a rehabilitation center after barely escaping a deadly overdose; his best friend and mother accompany him to offer their support.
January 2018: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy formally announce their departure from Gothboiclique, subsequently going on hiatus from both of their musical careers.
March 2018: Gothboiclique officially dissolves on account of allegations against management of forced intoxication by ex-members and their families. Lil Peep and Lil Tracy declined to comment.
August 2018: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy make a visit back to New Mexico, officially resuming their careers with a surprise concert.
September 2018: Lil Peep releases a new album, returning back to his original sound with Lil Tracy now officially his co-producer.
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Me and Gus were quiet. I continued skimming through the timeline, flipping another page.
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January 2020: Lil Peep was nominated for and received a Grammy, following a remaster and re-release of his Hellboy album in June of the previous year.
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April 2020: Lil Peep is spotted in Las Vegas wearing a new wedding band. Marriage rumors remain unconfirmed today, as he refuses to comment. Speculation begins circulating that it was merely an "April Fools Day" prank.
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I looked at him and he was laughing. Of course 4/20. We read on further.
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August 2022: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy release another album together.
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November 2022: Lil Peep celebrates his 26th birthday in Belgium with close friends and family. Lil Tracy is most notably in attendance.
December 2022: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy announce another year-long hiatus. Rumors begin flying that Peep has checked himself into rehab for the second time since 2017, citing his openness regarding his previous substance abuse issues. He remains semi-active on social media, which immediately squashes the rumors.
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November 2023: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy burst back into the scene with a brand new album, containing 21 original tracks. Both stars cite their 5 years of sobriety as being their inspiration.
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We ended up talking for a while, and both of us noticed that the other magazines were disappearing, and then the one in my hands just became blank.
He looks at me and asks if that's what his life really would have been. I just shrug and tell him that I didn't know and this was probably just a dream.
We ended up smoking a couple of cigarettes in silence together, and I watched him fade into nothing with the rest of the restaurant. Shortly before I woke up, he gave me a "goodbye" nod.
I woke up feeling very hollow and weird.
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Consolation Prize - Ch1 Start 3/4
An puffed out her chest in pride, brushing off dust from her ragged shirt, just to leave enough time for the comment to sink in. A murmur spread among the group. This must have been a joke, right? Just like the exploding brain chips? This was the same voice who’d mentioned it earlier, of course. Yet, An continued, more than enthusiastic about sharing the details of her work.
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“Thaaaat’s right! Murder! You’ve all been welcomed here with the purpose of KILLIN’ FOR THE SAKE OF SCIENCE! Oh, non non, but we won’t force you to murder. We’re just gonna encourage you to a little bit. But… isn’t the idea enticing? Haven’t you ever wanted to know what it’s like to have blood on your hands? … Oh! Guess that doesn’t apply to those of you who’ve killed before, anyway, probably. Not namin’ any naaaames, but…!”
M-murderers already among you already? You glanced around at your fellow subjects, trying to take a guess at who it could possibly be. You aren’t given much time to read expressions before Calluna spoke up once more in far more eloquent terms. This time though, however you might have wished her too, she doesn’t disagree with what An has said in the slightest.
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“Rather than anything like a ‘battle royal’ however, we’ve devised a set of rules for you all to follow in this endeavor, so please be sure to read them thoroughly. A murder is to be followed by a murder investigation and then a trial to deduce which of you the killer is by a jury of your peers, with the resulting vote will conclude with the execution of either the correctly identified killer, or a random innocent party if the killer is to get away with their crime undetected. 
And of course, we don’t expect you all to put your lives on the line without proper motivation to do so, so after a three day to allow you to test the VR system and recuperate as needed, a ‘motive’ will be provided to you all to encourage one of you to murder another, which will last as long as it takes for one of you to do so. Perhaps if you do well enough in your primary VR experimentation, less of you will end up dying in the end, hm~?”
An snickered in response to the more formal rules she’d seemed to leave out. If a ‘trial’ was involved, perhaps that would act as a deterrent rather than it would if there was no consequence at all? She finished off her plate of food during the explanation, then pulled herself up to sit on top of one of the empty tables, cross-legged as her legs dangled off.
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“Well then… Moving right on, we’ve got some goodies as a reward for your patience during all of this. The explanation and the 12 hours. Can’t give the stick without the carrot, can we? The elevator doors are now usable, but you can only go to the E floor right now, got it? There’s some of me and Callie’s favorite stuff there, and I heard some of you asking for places like them so maybe you’ll be happy. Bigger space! More room to wiggle.”
To emphasize this, An wiggled in place, clutching their tablet with both hands. Following this, however, they pressed a button on the screen. Your tablet vibrated, and… pulling it out, you noticed a loading screen for an update pop up, automatically downloading… something.
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“Next up, we got some new apps for you! Two are related to the wonderful PS8 stuff, and the others are chat thingies. Right. And the rules are updated too. Anyway, the PS8 apps are like… hm. There’s these neat texts you can find in the world, and whenever you find one you can read it in the game. But ALSO when one is found, it gets unlocked and sent to everyone’s tablets so they can read it wherever, too. The other PS8 thing is an app that shows you your personal skills you can use in your sessions, they’re pretty cool. I helped make them.”
The download completed, and four new apps pulled up on the screen you could tap as you needed. The icons for them were either simplistic or just text for what it was (in the case of “skills” in particular).
“The other three new apps are pretty basic bitches. One of them’s a big group chat like corporate departments or discord servers or whatever have, one can translate written word with a photo, and the last is a function that lets you send me or Callie texts or facetimes, whatever’s easier for you to do. Text or call both of us at once if you’re feeling saucy. That’s not an invitation to flirt though, kay? You know who you are.”
Not that it would stop some people from trying anyhow, more than likely.
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(mag 39-infestation, and mag 86-tucked in) 
i just noticed the parallel between these two scenes,, (they match up better than i remembered honestly),,, Jon was really doomed from the start of it all, huh?
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request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx
Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader
Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?
A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xx💜
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“Dada,”
She could see Bucky’s frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.
Bucky’s been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.
“Not now, angel,” Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.
“Wanna show you somethin’,” she whispered, biting back a smile.
“Later, angel. I’m busy right now.”
He regretted telling her to come in. He should’ve known she’d be nothing but a distraction.
“Dada, jus’ take one look,” she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Bucky’s desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at. Now that made Bucky mad.
“I said I was busy!” Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.
“Dada,” tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.
“Why don’t you ever listen!” Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, “How many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didn’t I?!” He let go of her arm with more force than he’d intended, making her stumble a little.
She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished she’d never left her playroom.
“Get out and don’t step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?” Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.
Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.
Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.
Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldn’t see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.
Why did he have to yell? He could’ve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldn’t he just go with it? He’s sworn he’d never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?
Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasn’t how a man should treat his girl.
He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angel’s damaged drawing and make it up to her.
Only it wasn’t a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.
She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.
A sad smile spread across Bucky’s lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that
- Dada will smile
- Dada will not be angry no more
- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)
- Dada will play with me after work
Dada: ……………..
The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the ‘terms’.
There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.
She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasn’t trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.
Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.
Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.
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“Angel,” Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.
She wasn’t in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.
She’s made at least 6 of these ‘contracts’, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.
She’d obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.
Bucky’s hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.
“Angel, where are you, baby?” Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.
She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Bucky’s heart.
“Angel.”
She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.
“Baby, don’t cry,” Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.
Bucky’s heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.
She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Bucky’s throat as she opened her eyes again, “angel?”
“Please don’ hurt me. Won’ come to the office. Won’ leave the room.” She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.
This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.
“Angel, I would never hurt you. You know that.” Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.
He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.
She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.
It was too late and it didn’t matter what he said because he’d already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.
Bucky’s mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didn’t know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?
“Oh, baby,” he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.
Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.
A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.
“I signed your contract, angel.” Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.
Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.
“I’m so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. I’m sorry,” Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.
She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.
She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.
He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.
“I-I’ll see you at lunch then.” Bucky sniffed again.
“And angel?” he called from the door, getting her attention.
“Thank you for caring for daddy. I love you.” Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didn’t say it back.
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When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.
He wasn’t even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didn’t have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.
“Angel?” Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.
He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasn’t there either.
Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.
She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?
Tears distorted Bucky’s vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.
The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought he’d imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.
She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice she was roaming around with bare feet when he’d specifically asked her not to before.
That was the last of Bucky’s concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didn’t leave him even if he deserved it.
“Where were you, angel?” the tenderness of Bucky’s tone let her know he wasn’t mad at her for walking around shoeless.
“Couldn’ fin’ PinePine,” she replied softly, referring to the white feline, “’s lunch time.” Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Bucky’s.
He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.
She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.
“Where did you find, PinePine?” He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.
“Downstairs,” she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.
“Let’s go then. The table’s set.” Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.
She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Bucky’s pointer.
He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didn’t want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.
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When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an “I’ll get back to work then.” behind her.
He didn’t actually get back to work. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.
How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?
A lamp lit above the mafia boss’ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.
Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.
His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:
- Angel will forgive Daddy
- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more
- Angel will sit on Daddy’s lap (even if she doesn’t wanna be quiet)
- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to
Angel: …………….
Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angel’s forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.
Bucky needed to know she wasn’t actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He wouldn’t be able to ever tolerate himself if she didn’t forgive him.
Bucky’s tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didn’t really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didn’t draw. He didn’t deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.
A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.
“Come in.”
He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.
Bucky looked up from his desk when he didn’t hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.
It was his girl who’d come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.
Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.
He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. He’s never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.
She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didn’t, she rounded the desk and stopped by Bucky’s chair.
Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.
Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Bucky’s thigh. Her gaze was glued to Bucky’s face, gauging his reaction. When Bucky’s frown didn’t show up she let her palm touch Bucky’s leg.
Bucky didn’t understand what she was doing but he wouldn’t dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what he’d done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.
With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Bucky’s chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Bucky’s strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.
Bucky’s heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.
“Angel?” his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.
She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didn’t want her where she was.
Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.
“Dada signed,” she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldn’t contain himself anymore.
“Oh, angel,” Bucky’s tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.
He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.
“I’m sorry, my angel. Forgive me,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
“Dada,” her smaller hands cupped Bucky’s cheeks as sadness covered her features.
She’s never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his father’s funeral did he sob like that.
She didn’t know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.
She was Bucky’s everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.
Her short thumbs wiped under Bucky’s eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.
The smell of her hair calmed Bucky’s heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, “I will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.”
Bucky’s hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, “I know,” she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
She stroked Bucky’s cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.
Oh she was a real angel. No one’s ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.
“I made you a contract too,” Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Bucky’s lap, planting her knees on the chair between Bucky’s open legs and stood on them to take a look.
She took her time reading the words and then she was off Bucky’s lap and bolting out of the room.
The man was about to lose it again, thinking she’d remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.
She climbed back on the chair between Bucky’s thighs, her glitter pen in hand.
Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.
She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.
“Angel signed,” she beamed, plopping herself against Bucky’s chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.
“I love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.” Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.
“I love you too, dada.” She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.
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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)
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pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou
warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima
part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!
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WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO
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MEZO SHOJI 
(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)
he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask
at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric
“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”
could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?
but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?
shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction
but your reaction was... completely unexpected
"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??" 
did he just hear you correctly?
did you just-- call him beautiful?
and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.
his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks
pls keep him 🥺
TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE
the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days. 
and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks
and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life
because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful? 
he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!
A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?
he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself 
why did you think he was beautiful? how?
but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope
and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too
and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.
HANTA SERO
this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition
but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.
he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki
when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,
until he did.
when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely
before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing
lol sero chokes on his water
“...did you really mean that?” 
“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”
“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”
for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful
and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕
WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI
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IZUKU MIDORIYA
he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them
most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite
his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through
but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺
when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow
this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you
it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest
you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his
izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again
“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”
he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”
SHOTO TODOROKI
you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together
it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew
your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training
“shoto, can i ask you a question?”
he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳
“sure.”
you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”
he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion
you wanted to touch his scar?
shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him
“...i suppose so,”
you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar
a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone
shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar
to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours 
you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed
you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair
“i’m so lucky to have you.”
WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU 
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EIJIRO KIRISHIMA
eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day
he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart
for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk
it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much
and that... that made him upset
but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him
and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight
“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”
great, now he was crying.
at least no one else was around to see him this weak-
“kirishima?”
oh shit.
he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly 
“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.
eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands. 
you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”
kirishima looked up. “really?”
“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”
kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so. 
DENKI KAMINARI
“good job, bakugo!” 
“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”
“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”
“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”
but i...
i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-
i’m so weak.
denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes
he had done so much, and what did he get in return?
all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see
did anyone even want to see him?
“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”
“good job, kaminari!”
he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air
“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”
denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.
your quirk is so cool!
“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”
HITOSHI SHINSOU
hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy
“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.” 
he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”
but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...
“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”
hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face
“get yourself together..”
“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”
your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”
normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone
your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.
you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area. 
“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”
shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?
“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”
he doesn’t tell you this, but-
ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it. 
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sukirichi · 3 years
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a thing or two (m.)
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tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.
cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep
note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo​ my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.
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Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you. 
Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.
You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.
But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.
You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.
The night is young and so are you. 
This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.
Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.
“Sir Geto?”
“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”
“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”
“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.
“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.
Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.
It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.
“So…you liking the festival so far?”
“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this. 
He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.
But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.
“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.
“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”
“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”
Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.
“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”
“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”
Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”
You don’t know who leaned it first.
Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.
He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.
Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.
Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.
“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.
If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.
You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.
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Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.
There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.
“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”
“Only one way to find out, then.”
“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”
“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”
“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”
Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”
“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”
Geto isn’t kidding.
You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.
“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”
“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”
“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.
Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.
“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”
“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”
“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”
“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”
“Hmm.”
Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.
His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”
“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.
“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.
“I-I…”
“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”
“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.
Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face.  “Well… Maybe not tonight.”
“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”
“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”
You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.
It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.
Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.
Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.
Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.
“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”
“That was…”
“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”
“That sounds great.”
Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.
“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”
Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.
His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.
“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”
Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”
“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”
“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”
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The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.
Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”
Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.
“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”
Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”
“G-Geto.”
“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”
Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.
“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”
“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.
Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.
You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.
Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.
You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.
Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.
You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.
It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.
Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.
He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.
It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”
“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”
Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.
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starbuckie · 3 years
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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
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pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader
words: 8.1k words
warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff
summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.
a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3
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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.
It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.
So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.
But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.
Y/N. 
So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.
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Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 
Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.
And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.
However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.
Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?
-
Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-
Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.
Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 
Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.
Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 
Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.
Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 
If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 
That only made his dick harder.
On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.
And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.
-
“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”
Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”
A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Pete.” 
“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”
Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.
The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.
Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 
Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.
The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 
Click.
Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.
But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”
The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.
“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 
Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.
“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”
A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”
Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 
“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”
Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 
“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”
Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.
“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”
She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”
All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.
Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 
“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.
Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”
Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 
Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”
His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”
Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 
“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”
The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.
“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.
Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.
The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.
“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”
Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 
“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.
Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 
The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.
Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 
“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”
He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 
“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”
The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.
Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.
“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”
“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 
“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 
“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”
Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”
That knocked her into shape real fast.
“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.
“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 
But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”
He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”
Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”
Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.
“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”
It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 
Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”
She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 
As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”
“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”
Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 
Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  
“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”
But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.
Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.
She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 
Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 
His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 
“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 
“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”
It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 
She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 
Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”
Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”
A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”
Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 
On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.
“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 
“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”
Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 
He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 
Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.
His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.
But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 
“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”
Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 
“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.
“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”
As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”
“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”
He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.
She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 
“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”
“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 
“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 
Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.
Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 
Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.
Click.
It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.
Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.
“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”
The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 
But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”
“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”
Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.
Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 
The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 
The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:
Thanks for sharing with us, baby.
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The Mysterious Case of Jaskier's Immortality
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*
“So nice to see you again, Yennefer,” Jaskier says, putting on one of his many fake smiles.
“Jaskier,” she replies with a smile that almost looks genuine but Jaskier is pretty sure that it’s not. Which she confirms a few seconds later by saying: “Shouldn’t you be dead already?”
“I see you’re as kind as always, my dear. But don’t you worry, Geralt is doing a very good job when it comes to protecting me.”
“Hm,” Geralt sighs resignedly, clearly regretting his decision to spend the night in an inn instead of the middle of a forest.
To be fair, it was Jaskier who suggested it, claiming that he refused to be eaten by angry drowners, no matter how many times Geralt tried to explain to him that the probability of finding a drowner in the middle of a very dry forest is extremely low.
If Jaskier knew they were going to run into Yennefer in the inn, he would have risked the drowners.
“I don’t doubt that,” Yennefer smirks. “But seriously, how old are you, bard?”
“No idea. I stopped counting after fifty, I think.”
“You know, you don’t look fifty,” she says.
“Oh, well, my mother had an elf lover before I was born, so there’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’m not gonna age anytime soon. Sorry,” Jaskier smiles again, sweetly – and this time, it’s genuine.
“As if,” Geralt grunts.
“I’m sorry, dear?” Jaskier blinks.
“Come on, Jaskier, it doesn’t work like that. You’re a viscount, that means your father must have been a viscount, too.”
“You don’t know much about nobility, do you, Geralt?” Yennefer snorts.
“Hm,” Geralt grunts. “Still, he’s not a half-elf.”
“Let me guess, you’re a Witcher, therefore you could smell it if I was? I hate to break it to you, dear heart, but you’re going to have your nose checked.”
“You’re not a half-elf, Jaskier,” Geralt repeats. “You’re not immortal, you just… look young.”
“Yeah, right, you got me,” Jaskier shrugs. “I just look good because I moisturize. Happier now?”
“Much,” Geralt nods. “See? You can be honest if you want.”
“Yup,” Jaskier nods. “Honesty personified. Now please excuse me, I need to go and moisturize some more. Internally. With ale.”
*
“I’m actually a mermaid, you know?” Jaskier grins the next time he’s asked, this time by a very confused and very old Valdo Marx.
“A siren, Jaskier. Not a mermaid,” Geralt sighs, praying to Melitele to give him strength. “And you’d know that, of course, if you actually were a siren.”
“Just so you know, the term siren is actually quite offensive to my people.”
“You mean idiots?” Geralt chuckles. “You’re not a siren, Jask.”
“Can you prove that I’m not?”
“Well, last week you tripped and fell into this creek that was like… knee-deep, and you nearly drowned.”
“I was in shock!” Jaskier proclaims dramatically. “But I have a proof that I am, or at least could be a siren.”
“What proof?”
“Well, my lovely voice, of course!”
“Not as lovely as you think it is,” Valdo Marx snorts.
“Come on, Jaskier,” Geralt sighs, ignoring the old troubadour. “You have much better voice that any siren I’ve ever heard.”
“Geralt of Rivia!” Jaskier gasps, clutching his chest. “Was that a compliment?!”
“Fuck,” Geralt mutters. “I didn’t mean…”
“Really though, Jaskier,” Valdo says. “How?”
“That’s a secret I’ll take to the grave, I’m afraid,” Jaskier grins. “Once I manage to reach it.”
“Keep on with the bullshit, Jaskier,” Geralt growls, “and you can reach it tonight.”
“Fifty years traveling with him, and he still thinks he can scare me. Cute, isn’t he?” Jaskier laughs. “Oh, Geralt you could never.”
“Try me.”
*
“All right, I’ll tell you my secret,” Jaskier winks at Ciri, who lifts an eyebrow. “I’ve got this neat… magic ring.”
“Hmmm,” Ciri observes. “Looks like a normal signet ring to me.”
“Well… Yeah, well, it looks like it, all right, but actually–”
“Jaskier, I was born a princess. This is clearly a Pankratz family signet ring.”
“Damn,” Jaskier groans. “Like father like daughter, eh?”
“Sorry,” Ciri shrugs.
*
“I got myself cursed.”
Triss Merigold lifts an eyebrow.
“Somebody cursed you to live forever, is that so?” she asks and her voice is almost dripping with disbelief.
“More like cursed me,” Geralt murmurs.
“Oh, shut up, Witcher, you know you couldn’t live without me,” Jaskier smiles brightly, and Geralt has to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling back.
“Hm,” he says instead.
“Eloquent as ever,” Jaskier nods.
“Would you like me to...” Triss clears her throat. “You know, try to lift the curse?”
“No!” Geralt yells before he can stop himself.
“See?” Jaskier beams. “You could never live without me!”
*
“A bruxa,” Jaskier repeats to a young man who claims to be his son, but looks older than his supposed father.
“You’re not a bruxa, Jaskier!” Geralt whines.
“Excuse me, and how would you know?”
“Because I’m a fucking Witcher?!”
“Well, you’re clearly a fucking horrible Witcher if you haven’t noticed until now!”
“I think I’d notice if you tried to sneak out of the camp at nights to feed,” Geralt comments, crossing his hands. “You can’t even sneak out to take a piss, Jask.”
���Maybe I do that on purpose!”
“Besides, bruxae are mostly women.”
“Mostly being the important word here.”
“Fuck’s sake, Jaskier. You won’t even eat a piece of meat if it’s not so well-done that it’s almost cremated.”
“Do you know how disgusting the blood is, Geralt?!” Jaskier groans, and then immediately blinks when he realizes what he just said. “I meant…”
“Case closed,” Geralt nods, satisfied.
“Oh, dear,” Jaskier mutters. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”
“Uhm, my lords, if I may,” the young man says.
“Hate to break it to you, kid, but if you’re aging like a normal human, you’re probably not my son,” Jaskier shrugs. “Sorry. I get it why your mum might be confused, though. It was quite a night, with at least four–”
“And that’s enough,” Geralt says, grabbing Jaskier by the collar and pulling him away from the man. “You know, lifting the curse seems like a good idea now.”
“There isn’t really a curse, Geralt,” Jaskier laughs.
Geralt sighs, his lips curling into a tiny smile that Jaskier cannot see.
“Thank fuck.”
*
“You see, we were in a crazy mage’s tower and I saw this bottle and I thought it was slivovitz, so I drank it, but it seems that it actually was some sort of an immortality potion,” Jaskier explains to a lady at the ball, whose grandmother he’d apparently fucked once, when said grandmother was still a young, unmarried woman.
Geralt only blinks, because it’s the first truly plausible explanation for Jaskier’s mysterious immortality.
“Oh, that must be so horrible to watch everyone you love die!” the woman nods enthusiastically. “Perhaps you’d like to tell me about it in private?”
“Of course, my dear…” Jaskier smiles. “Just… wait a second. How old is your mother?”
“Forty-seven, why?”
Jaskier’s lips are moving silently for a few seconds while he counts, and then thy turn into a wide grin.
“No reason, dear,” he says, offering her his arms. “Shall we?”
When Jaskier and the lady flee the ball, Geralt pulls out his flask of White Gull and pours its contents into his empty tankard.
So, a potion…
*
“There is no such thing as an immortality potion, Geralt,” Yennefer shakes her head.
“How can you be so sure?” Geralt asks. “Maybe this mage really did find a way to at least make the human life longer!”
“And why would he do that?” Yennefer scoffs. She has been doing that a lot since she finally ended their relationship for good about twenty years ago. (He later found out that she had left him for none other than Triss Merigold, but Yennefer still doesn’t know that he knows, and he’s having way too much fun with it to break the fact to her. So right now, he is pretending he doesn’t notice that Triss is eavesdropping on their conversation behind the door leading to Yennefer’s bedroom, and that he absolutely believed Yen when she claimed that the loud thud a few minutes ago was caused by a cat.) “We are immortal, Geralt, unless killed. There is no reason for any of us to make a potion that would make a human live forever.”
“Well, perhaps this mage fell in love with a human and wanted them to stay with him!”
Yennefer pauses, inspecting Geralt from head to toe and back again, and then she sighs.
“Oh, Geralt. Really?”
“Really what?” Geralt blinks, genuinely confused.
“Oh,” Yennefer murmurs. “Oh, no. Really?”
“Really what, Yen?”
“You mean you don’t… Oh, dear gods. Really?”
“Yen, I swear that I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Geralt grunts, frowning.
Yennefer rolls her eyes and tries counting to ten to calm herself down. She doesn’t even get to three before Geralt’s eyes go wide.
“Oh,” he whispers. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, indeed, Geralt,” she nods solemnly. “Fuck, indeed.”
*
“I found a djinn, he granted me a wish,” Jaskier says when Geralt asks him, about five minutes after his meeting with Yennefer. (He agreed to use a portal to get to the bard as soon as possible. A fucking portal!) The bard is sitting in a tavern and eating his dinner, utterly undisturbed by the sudden appearance of an angrier-than-usual Witcher.
“You never mentioned a djinn,” Geralt growls. “And after your last encounter with one, I sincerely doubt you’d engage with another.”
“You clearly don’t know me at all–”
“Besides, Valdo Marx, as far as I know, had an apoplexy while fucking a young student on his desk, and I don’t think you’d ever let him die like that if you had a choice.”
“You see, that was kind of a my mistake, since I didn’t specify the time and the circumstances of his apoplexy in my wish, so…”
“What was your third wish?”
“Pardon me?”
“Your immortality, Valdo Marx dropping dead, that’s two. What was the third one? And don’t even try to mention the Countess de Stael, since you’d have to dig her up first.”
“That was disgusting, even for you, you know that, Geralt?”
“How are you immortal, Jaskier?!”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
Jaskier puts a piece of bread in his mouth and grins.
“Maybe some other time, Witcher.”
*
“I am a fae,” Jaskier replies a day later.
“You’re not a fucking fae, bard.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you fucking lie, Jaskier. All the time.”
“Fuck. Didn’t think of that.”
*
“You see, there was this artifact–”
Geralt closes his eyes, turning Roach around.
“Let’s consult Yennefer about this.”
“Oh, mother of…” Jaskier whines. “All right, no artifact, there was no artifact! Geralt, I’m telling you, there was no…”
*
“You’re not a succubus.”
“But it would be a perfect explanation, wouldn’t it?”
“You’re not succubus, because if you were, you’d know that a male one is called an incubus.”
“Oh, you and your stupid Witcher terms again.”
“You’re not an incubus, Jaskier, because if you were, I could never let you near Eskel.”
“All right… Explain, please?”
Geralt grunts.
“I’d really rather not.”
*
“A dragon,” Jaskier grins victoriously.
“No,” Geralt says, shaking his head.
“No,” Jaskier agrees with a sigh.
“You know you could just tell me the truth and be done with it, right?”
“Hm… No.”
*
“All right, enough is enough,” Jaskier growls that night in their rented room, tossing his doublet aside. “You’ve asked me three times today, Geralt. Why the sudden interest in my immortality?”
“As you said, enough is enough. You’ve been traveling with me for what, a hundred years?”
“A hundred and four.”
“Yes, and you still look the same as the day I met you in Posada!” Geralt growls. “And it drives me mad!”
“It wasn’t driving you insane for at least fifty years, so why the sudden change of heart?”
“Fuck off, bard. You don’t have to tell me. I don’t care.”
“But you do, Geralt,” Jaskier says, taking a step towards the Witcher. “Why?”
He’s standing in Geralt’s personal space, his chemise half undone, and he’s watching Geralt with those sincere blue eyes, and Geralt can’t fucking think…
“Because I love you, you idiot!” he snaps. “Because I fucking love you and I need to know if I can love you, or you’re gonna just drop dead one day without a warning!”
“Oh,” Jaskier whispers, his lips forming into a huge, happy smile. “Oh, fucking finally.”
“Fucking… what?” Geralt blinks, his arms suddenly full of an enthusiastic bard.
“I love you too, you silly Witcher,” Jaskier laughs. “I’ve loved you for a hundred years! Well, a hundred and four, but who’s counting?”
“You…” Geralt mutters.
“Silly, silly Witcher,” Jaskier repeats, pressing his lips against Geralt’s in a kiss that could be described as chaste, or at least the chastest Jaskier has ever been capable of. “We’re going to Lettenhove in the morning.”
“We are?”
“Oh, yes,” Jaskier whispers. “See, I’ve told you the truth about the source of my immortality once. But I think you need to see it to believe me.”
“Wait, you have? When?” Geralt asks. “Was it the artifact? Just tell me, I promise I won’t make you consult it with–”
“Shut up now,” Jaskier says, kissing Geralt again with way less chastity than before. “And in the meantime, believe me this – you can keep loving me, and I’m not planning on dropping dead anytime soon. Also, I’ve spent the last hundred years imagining fucking you senseless, so if you’re not opposed to the idea, perhaps we could, well…”
The kiss that this idea gets him is as far from chaste as one could possibly get.
And Jaskier definitely isn’t about to complain.
*
“You sure this is a good idea?” Geralt asks as they march towards the Lettenhove castle’s gates. He tugs at his doublet’s collar, way too tight for his liking. He’d much rather walk in there wearing his usual attire, but Jaskier insisted that Geralt must look presentable if he wants to meet his family.
It turns out that it only takes a single I love you to turn the bard into a manipulative bastard. Who would have guessed?
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Jaskier replies, grinning cheerfully. “And stop frowning, you’re gonna scare the servants, love.”
“How long it’s been since your last visit here, Jaskier?” Geralt says, his frown deepening. “Who rules Lettenhove now, hm? Aren’t you only going to be a distant relative, a great-great-uncle risen from the grave?”
“I sure hope not,” Jaskier chuckles, stopping in front of the guards by the gate. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Viscount Julian, here to see the Viscountess Madeleine.”
“How can you still be a viscount?” Geralt blinks when one of the guards promptly disappears inside.
“We kind of decided to, you know, share the title,” Jaskier shrugs. “Seemed fair. Besides, father, well, the former viscount, insisted that I inherit the title, but he never mentioned anything about Mads not inheriting it, so…”
“How could your father have known who the viscount is going to be in almost a hundred years?”
“He really didn’t,” Jaskier chuckles. “See, it will all start to make sense once you meet her.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for.”
*
The guard returns a few minutes later, telling them that the Viscountess will meet them in the garden.
Geralt, knowing a thing or two about nobility, think it’s a little weird, but isn’t about to protest. He only thinks he could have left the fancy clothes at the tavern.
“Oh, shut up, you,” Jaskier chuckles when Geralt voices this thought. “You look gorgeous.”
“I know. You’ve mentioned it a few times. But I didn’t have to look like that, because we’re going to meet the ruler of this land in a fucking garden, and–”
“Julian!”
A woman in a long white dress throws herself at Jaskier, who happily catches her. Geralt’s first instinct is to reach for his sword, only to realize that he (luckily) left it in the tavern – because Jaskier insisted, of course.
“Madeleine,” Jaskier chuckles. “You haven’t aged a day.”
“Oh, yes. Shocking, isn’t it?” she laughs, pulling away from him, and for the first time, Geralt truly looks at her.
The woman is shorter than Jaskier, slim, and her dress is much, much simpler than Geralt would have expected considering the fact that is supposed to be a viscountess. She has dark, long hair and her face is so beautiful that it almost – but only almost – takes the focus off her pointed ears.
“Lady Madeleine,” Jaskier grins, “may I introduce Geralt of Rivia, my Witcher. Geralt, this is Lady Madeleine, the current ruler of Lettenhove and my younger sister.”
“You’re…” Geralt blinks.
“A half-elf, yes,” she nods. “Julian! You haven’t told him?”
“Hardly my fault. I really tried,” Jaskier shrugs. “But he just wouldn’t believe me.”
“So you brought him here to prove it to him, rather than to visit your beloved sister? You are a horrible, horrible sibling, Julian!”
“Your… sister,” Geralt mutters, all his thoughts speeding through his head, colliding and falling down, one over another.
“Yes, we definitely share a mother,” Jaskier confirms. “Most likely a father, too, and trust me, it wasn’t the old viscount. Madeleine got the elvish looks, I only got the non-aging bit. Well, apparently.”
“But…” Geralt blinks. “Your father. The title.”
“Yen was right, dear heart, you really don’t know shit about nobility,” Jaskier snorts. “But I admit that even though our dear departed noble father knew that Mads wasn’t his daughter, obviously, it never occurred to him that I might not be his true son.”
“But you don’t age!”
“In his defense, that only became clear after his unfortunate passing.”
“And you aren’t going to start to age anytime soon,” Geralt mutters. “You really aren’t.”
“Told you so, didn’t I?” Jaskier winks, letting go of his sister and wrapping his arms around his lover instead.
“I… I…” Geralt stammers. “Fuck.”
“Maybe later, love,” Jaskier smiles. “Madeleine, my dear, wouldn’t you say that my return calls for a feast?”
“Absolutely. In fact, I have started the preparations the second my spies informed me that you have crossed the border.”
“Oh, so we have spies now?”
“It’s really only a net of nosy old ladies, but it works wonders,” Madeleine laughs. “I must admit, though, that I was only planning a feast to celebrate you coming home, but now I see we have a much better reason to party. Tell me, brother, did you finally get your stupid Witcher?”
Jaskier smiles brightly, turning his head to Geralt.
“Yes. I finally got my stupid Witcher.”
“Party,” the Witcher in question growls. “Is that why you made me dress like a pompous prick?”
“No, that was because while I find your usual self extremely attractive, you still look much better when your hair is properly combed and you’re not covered in monster blood.”
“Hm,” Geralt hums, but wraps his arm around the bard to hold him close.
“Oh, yes, about monsters,” Madeleine says with the most innocent expression Geralt has seen since Ciri broke Vesemir’s favorite vase at Kaer Morhen. “You see, we have a tiny problem with a cockatrice…”
“Right,” Geralt nods. “I’ll go grab my armor from the tavern.”
“That won’t be necessary. I have already arranged for your things to be brought to the castle. And your horse,” she adds before Geralt can even open his mouth. “You can leave for your quest as soon as the servants get here.”
“So much for you not being covered in monster blood,” Jaskier sighs.
“Hm,” Geralt grins. “Lady Madeleine, I suppose you happen to have a bathtub somewhere in the castle?”
“Of course. In fact, there is a private bathroom right next to Julian’s bedroom.”
“Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier purrs. “You know me so well.”
“Yes, and I expect to get to know you even better. In another hundred years or so.”
Jaskier laughs, pulls Geralt closer to him and kisses him.
“Another thousand years, I’d say.”
*
“What… the… fuck?!” Geralt croaks, staring at the smouldering remains of the cockatrice that would have surely killed him if Jaskier… If Jaskier…
The bard looks at his hands, then at the cockatrice, and then back at his hands again.
“Geralt? I have a feeling that I’m not really… A half-elf.”
“No shit.”
“I think I might be… Uhm…”
“Oh, shit,” Geralt whispers.
“I suppose, uhm, you know…” Jaskier stammers, wiping his palms on his trousers like he could wipe away the feeling of literal flames shooting out of them mere moments ago.
“Yeah. We’re gonna have to consult this with Yen.”
“Splendid,” Jaskier sighs. “Can it at least wait after the feast?”
“After more than a hundred years of you not even knowing, I think one feast will be fine.”
“Thank the gods. Madeleine would kill me if I tried to leave now,” Jaskier chuckles. “Let’s go, then. We need to get the fried monster remains out of your hair.”
“You’re… I was fucking right! You’re not a half-elf!”
“Yeah, you’re a great Witcher,” Jaskier nods, grabbing Geralt’s arm and dragging him away from the monster. “Didn’t notice I was secretly a fucking mage, but otherwise a great Witcher.”
“Explains a lot, though.”
“Does it now?”
“Yeah. I always had a thing for mages, you know.”
“Oh, Geralt. You’re such a fucking idiot,” Jaskier chuckles.
“Made you laugh,” Geralt shrugs, smiling.
Jaskier shakes his head.
“I’m so, so gonna drown you in that bathtub.”
“My love,” Geralt grins, “you’re more than welcome to try.”
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