#would allow it. said it once with a laugh then once more completely seriously so i know its true. freaked me out a lot. its a tiny thing bu

[luvjunie]

— headcanons. what life is like for miles!42

a/n: i honestly didn’t mean for these to get so angsty oopsies!! i kept adding on so they’re also very lengthy wc: 1,751

contains: mentions of grief

Everyone thinks he’s rude and impossible to approach—but that’s a common misconception. In reality, he’s actually quite shy and simply prefers to keep to himself. His quiet nature often causes him to come off ill-mannered, which is completely unintentional on his end and partially the fault of those who assume what he’s like instead of actually getting to know him.

He used to be open to making friends and spending time with peers, but after everyone found out his dad died— which was impossible to prevent considering the man who used to drive him to school now had a giant mural made in his honor— he began receiving a ridiculous amount of pitied stares in the halls, began hearing hushed whispers about how hard things must be for him at home now. And even though they were, he hated that he was being treated differently by those he once kept close to him, like a charity case. As if he were fragile and would break— like he often did when he was alone.

His old friends were supposed to be his distraction, something to take his mind off how he now had to grow up faster than he’d liked. Something to remind him that his trauma hadn’t aged him as much as he feared; that he truly was still a kid at heart. But instead, they served as a constant reminder of the worst thing he’d ever had to live through— skated around him like he’d blow up the second they said the wrong thing; responded with heartfelt condolences instead of laughing with him whenever he’d tell a funny story about his dad. So eventually, he drifted away from them and began keeping to himself all together.

Don’t put him in a box because of his prowler side hustle, this boy is smart as hell!! Especially with one parent now being gone and his mom struggling to pay the bills? He takes his academics very seriously, he has no choice. He has to get it out the mud somehow and he doesn’t have the privilege of skipping classes as much as 1610-miles does. He’s working two years above his grade level in AP Calculus and AP physics, and has been accused of cheating on his tests a couple times due to how fast he completes them, as well as the fact that he has never once asked a question from the seat he chose in the back of the room.

It’s not something anyone would expect, but he enjoys baking a lot and he’s damn good at it too. When he was younger, he’d spent one summer with his Mamá Lena (Rio’s mother), who had him in the kitchen helping her cook and bake almost everyday and it just stuck. It’s a secret talent of his that never really comes up in conversation, and that you wouldn’t know about unless you’ve seen him doing it. His banana bread muffins using a recipe he took months to perfect taste like the gods themselves made them, and he’ll slip one into his mom’s work lunch whenever he makes them because he knows they’re her favorite.

He’s a lover boy at heart, if you were to look into his playlist, the songs you’d find in there probably wouldn’t be what you’d expect. Listens to bobby bland, which was heavily influenced by his uncle, old school rap, and he really likes love songs from the 90s because they make him feel calm, and allow him to imagine what his life would be like if he could have something like what they’re singing about. He’s terrified he’ll never be able to experience that due to his inability to open up to others. And often, he doesn’t even try to express the emotions that are tough to swallow, a firm believer in the saying that ‘once you’re down, it’s hard to get back up.’

Keeps his room pretty clean. It’s probably the one and only thing he has control over in his life, a constant for him. His room is his safe-haven so he treats it as such. It’s basically the same as 1610’s, just with a more matured look, a lot less color and less expression. He unfortunately lost that spark for a lot of his interests, so you won’t see more than a small punching bag, some boxing gloves hanging from the doorknob and few stragglers in the form of posters he didn’t feel like taking down.

He doesn’t like to argue, at all. He hates fighting with anyone he loves and he’s very quick to forgive them or squash the disagreement all together now that his dad is no longer here. When Jeff died, they were still on rocky terms from their previous dispute and even while years have passed, Miles still has yet to forgive himself for that. So now, he usually lets bygones be bygones, and never lets a conversation end on a bad note.

Continued growing his hair out once he realized it was a way for him to bond and spend more time with his mom. Within the little availability they do have, between her working doubles at the hospital, him being pulled in every direction now that he’s the ‘man of the house’—uncle Aaron’s words— and having to do things he’s not proud of to assist her while still going to school during the day, they make the time. Miles only gets it braided by her, and he enjoys the talks they have when he’s sat on the floor between her legs with his back to her. And when she’s done, regardless of how ridiculously embarrassing it is, and how he’s now over a head taller than her, he always lets her pinch his cheeks and call him her ‘handsome little man’. He hasn’t looked at a pair of hair shears since.

On that note, he is very, very defensive when it comes to his mother. Miles is not the kind to go around beating people up just for kicks; mostly because he’s not that kind of person, but also because even if he wanted to— he can’t.

In preparation for stepping into the prowler role Uncle Aaron put Miles into boxing/m.m.a classes when he turned fourteen, and he took to the skill very quickly. So well, in fact, that his hands can now technically be considered deadly weapons in the eye of the law due to his extensive training— which means he could get slapped with a ridiculous assault charge that would have him doing some time in a juvenile correction facility over a simple fist fight. (if he’s not masked as the prowler obviously).

But, some kid in his history class thought it’d be funny to make a slick comment about how Mrs. Morales was ‘single’ and ‘up for grabs’ now that his dad had passed, and the situation ended with Miles suspended for a week after he’d basically thrown his desk over to get to the kid, his knuckles bruised, and a tirade of complaints from the boy’s mother about his now-rearranged nose. However, after hearing the disgusting comment he had made about Miles’ mom, she was kind enough to not press charges and forced her son to apologize to the both of them.

That woman is his saving grace, literally. She stepped up in ways he didn’t even know were possible after his dad died, barely taking time for herself to grieve because she wanted to make sure her little boy didn’t fall apart. He doesn’t let anyone disrespect her and that’s always made known by him. He’s a mama’s boy.

They kind of have a titfortat thing going on, him and his mom. Like how she always stops in to ask him how his day was, if school is going well or if he needs anything, even if the time isn’t ideal and she’s talking to a sleepy Miles at 1am in the morning who can barely keep his eyes open. Or how his uniform is always freshly ironed and laid out for him in the morning, regardless of how exhausted she is and how badly she wants to crawl into bed after her shift. Or how when he’s sick, she’ll drive all the way across town to one of the only fresh markets that sells yuca root and white yautia so she can make him sancocho (a traditional puerto rican dish). It’s the one thing she knows always makes him feel better.

And Miles does nice things for her, too. Like draping a blanket over her sleeping form when she dozes off on the couch in front of the TV. Or making sure her phone is plugged in, so her alarm goes off in the morning, because sometimes she knocks out before she can bring herself to do it. He even goes as far as to secretly slip some extra cash he’s made from a recent job into the ‘RENT’ jar she keeps on her dresser— dropping a hundred in every now and then when she’s not there to see him do it. She’s never once asked him for help, but the one time he took it upon himself to offer it, he was shot down in seconds, and was made to promise her that he wouldn’t worry about it ever again. Her exact words being “You’re too young to worry about something like this mijo, okay? You take all the money you make from your after school job, every single penny, and you save it. Mama’s got this.”

But sometimes, she doesn’t. And Miles knows that she wants to be strong for him. For them. But it takes two, he knows that as well, so he helps out anyway.

And with prayers that they’re not short— Rio counts everything in the rent jar towards the end of the month, and a string of celebratory whoops and hollers will always sound from her room when she realizes they surprisingly have some extra cash that’ll allow her to take some days off and relax for once, and maybe even do something fun together. He’ll listen from his room with a knowing smile, more than happy to let his contributions remain undisclosed to affirm her efforts of providing for them the best she can. With her energy so depleted from how demanding her job is, she’s never suspected it was him discreetly assisting, and chalked it up to her forgetting how much she’d mindlessly dropped in there after each paycheck.

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡ #i kinda went crazy i won’t even lie #my favorite headcanon is the baking one!! #earth 42 miles morales fanfiction #prowler miles fanfic #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles angst #miles morales headcanons #miles morales fanfiction #42 miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse fanfiction #across the spiderverse headcanons

[morbific-or-felicific]

-PÂRO Featuring Wriothesley

Meaning: The feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo

Word Count: 1.7k~

Description: After accidentally breaking a few laws while at lunch with your boyfriend, he has to ‘punish’ you for your crimes

Edited by: @pretty-princess-peach @tortellini-bandit

You paced around Wriothesley’s office, trying to stay calm. Today hadn’t gone even remotely as you had intended. You were supposed to be having a completely normal lunch with your boyfriend. Unfortunately, however, you had somehow managed to end up in the fortress of meropide… well, in Wriothesley’s office, anyway.

You really hadn’t meant to do anything wrong, but despite that, you had still broken several laws while on your date. Although, it really wasn’t your fault that your fork had caused one of the carrots in your salad to shoot onto the ground, resulting in you getting a littering charge, and how could they blame you for bumping into the table and causing your boyfriend's drink to spill in your lap, which was apparently contact with alcohol while underage (Seriously? You were 20!).

And were they really allowed to call it “evading arrest” when you refused to go with Wriothesley to the fortress?

Despite your refusal, Wriothesley had taken you (read: carried you over his shoulder) to his office in the fortress, and he left you there while he talked to the chief justice about your punishment. Now you were stuck waiting for your boyfriend to return and tell you if you would have to go to jail or not.

Finally, you heard the metal doors creak open after heavy steps came up the staircase. Your boyfriend walked behind his desk and sat down, rubbing his eyes.

“So?”

“‘So?’”

“Do I have to go to jail…?”

“Oh, that.” He smiled gently. “No, but… you do need some kind of punishment. Neuvilette said that community service might be a good idea, but he didn’t give a definitive punishment.”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong!”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“You still broke laws, but it is up to me to determine your punishment, since this wasn’t an official trial.”

You stood there for a moment, waiting for him to say more.

“So, what will you decide…?”

He leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrows at you.

“What do you think you deserve?”

You thought for a second. Should you just say something like community service or just a small fine? Or would he think that’s not enough? You contemplated what you should say, but before you got a chance to say anything, Wriothesley spoke.

“I think you deserve to be handcuffed and punished for being a bad girl. What do you think, princess?”

You blushed. Was he really going to punish you like that…? For this? There’s no way this was a legal recourse. You weren’t going to complain if that’s how things worked out, but you were still confused.

“Is that legal?”

He let out a light laugh.

“Do you really care?”

You smiled at him.

“I guess not.”

Wriothesley smiled back at you, but there was something in his eyes that made you nervous. He had punished you before, and you knew that you were right to be concerned, but it still disquieted you.

“Strip.”

You did as he asked. You slipped out of your dress and took off your underwear.

“Come here. Now.”

Wriothesley slid his chair back as you walked over to stand in front of your boyfriend. He looked you up and down, drawing his eyes over your beautiful body. He stood up and grabbed his handcuffs from his belt before sliding them onto your wrists.

“Get on your knees.”

Wriothesley sat back down in his chair with his legs open so you could settle between them. He took off his belt and undid his pants before pulling out his cock.

“Suck.”

You felt the urge to disobey him bubble up inside of you. You smiled up at him and simply stated, “No.”

He returned your smile once again.

“‘No?’”

His voice holds a menacing lilt.

“No.”

He sighed.

“Five, four, three.” You felt a sense of unease in your stomach, and you began to question your resolve. It was hard to be firm in your brattiness when he used that voice. “Two, one, zero.”

He didn’t say another word as he roughly grabbed your hair in one hand and forcibly opened your mouth with the other. He pushed his cock into your mouth and brought you down until you reached the base. You spluttered and gagged as you tried to get used to his cock in your throat, your jaw already hurting from how thick the Duke was.

He pulled you up and down his cock, letting out deep groans as he did so. You wiggled around, trying to slip out of your handcuffs, but you were completely at Wriothesley’s mercy.

After a minute or two of your boyfriend fucking your throat, you had a bright idea. You could use your teeth! Seconds after you slid your teeth against his cock, he was pulling you off and leaning down to look you in the eye, still gripping your hair tightly.

The look in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. You had made a big mistake.

“Do that again and see what happens, princess.”

You felt your resistance dissipate after those words. You were already being punished, and you didn’t want to make it worse.

“I’m sorry, your grace.”

Wriothesley smiled softly at your submission. You relaxed your body and opened your mouth. He pushed his cock back down your throat, keeping a firm grip on your hair, far preferring to set the pace himself rather than have you do it. This was a punishment, after all. You did your best to breathe through your nose and relax your throat as your boyfriend used your mouth like a toy.

Your throat felt so perfect around Wriothesley’s cock. He was finally about to cum, but before he did, he pulled out of your mouth so he could cum on your face, rather than down your throat. Bad girls don’t get his cum.

You instinctively closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue before his cum landed on your face. You licked up what landed near your mouth, but with your hands stuck behind your back, you were forced to leave the rest.

Wriothesley took a moment to breathe before standing up and dragging you up with him. He turned you so that you were facing away from him, and he pushed you down on his desk. He stood back, admiring your bent body before grabbing his belt where he left it on his desk. He folded his belt and stood back slightly before bringing it down hard on your ass.

You fought the urge to stay silent and began to count the strikes, just like his grace had taught you. One, two, three, four, five.

“Six!”

You braced yourself for another hit, but it never came. You felt his hand gently run over the marks he had made, and you couldn’t help but wince at the discomfort. Wriothesley removed his hand from your ass and ran a finger up your slit.

“You’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes! Please.”

A choked scream escaped your lips when another hit came from your boyfriend’s belt.

“Please, what?”

“Please, your grace!”

“Better.”

You felt the tip of Wriothesley’s cock at your entrance and almost protested at the lack of prep, but before you could, he was pushing inside of you. Tears were forming in your eyes from how much his cock was stretching you out. Fuck, he’s thick.

He bottomed out inside of you, pausing to let you somewhat adjust to his size. How sweet of him.

When he could no longer restrain himself, he started fucking you hard and deep. You felt like you had ascended to heaven after enduring hell. He filled you up so perfectly, turning your mind blank and holding your hips in a bruising grip as he worked towards his end.

“You’re fucking perfect, taking me so good.”

He couldn’t help but let out a deep moan at the feeling of you tightening around him.

“Feels so good! Thank you, your grace!”

A breathy laugh escaped his lips, and he began fucking you faster, needing you more. You were so perfect for him, taking your punishment without protest, and then taking his cock. Was it really necessary to tell you that you hadn’t actually broken any laws, and that he had used your ignorance of Fontaine’s complicated legal system to orchestrate a night of fun for the two of you? He did have to have a meeting with Neuvilette, so it wasn’t a complete lie, but still.

You were losing yourself slowly to the overwhelming pleasure and could barely form words at this point. You tried to tell Wriothesley that you wanted to be closer to him but all that came out was gibberish. The only thing that he was able to make out was “closer”, and fuck, he wanted to be closer to you too.

He wrapped a hand around the front of your throat and pulled you up until you could feel the fabric and the cold clasps of his vest against your bare back. His lips found your neck, and he kissed up towards your lips until, eventually, you were kissing. His lips moved against yours passionately as he continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna cum! Please, need to so bad!”

Wriothesley smiled at how good you were being, even asking permission to cum.

“Go ahead, princess.”

You let yourself be consumed by the pleasure and tip over the edge. You saw stars as Wriothesley fucked you through your orgasm. As you came down from your high, Wriothesley continued his harsh rhythm, and you could do nothing but whine from the overstimulation. He always lasted longer than you, and you were almost always overstimulated by the time he was finished.

Finally, you felt his rhythm begin to falter, and finally, you felt him fill you up with his cum. The two of you stayed connected, placing gentle kisses on each other's lips as you wound down from the experience.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

You just wanted to lay down in bed and sleep after such an intense experience. If it weren’t for Wriothesley’s arms around you, you were certain that you would be laying flat on his desk.

“Let’s go home.”

The Duke undid your handcuffs and placed them back on his belt before doing up his own pants and helping you get dressed. Then, he scooped you up and began to carry you home.

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[jordyn14]

Do or Drink 2 | Joe Burrow

Summary: Despite what Joe wants, the game continues but is stopped when a dare sounds like too much for Joe and it’s impossible to not give him what he wants.

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person reader

Words: 3237

Notes: this fic contains smut so 18+ please. Thank you so much for liking my other fics, I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

“Wait, stop it.” I quickly said just as Joe was about to thrust into me. Joe looked up at me, thinking something was wrong as I began to shimmy my way out from under Joe. “Are you seriously going to leave me like this because you want to continue the game?” Joe asked me, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he referred to his boner. I could tell he was annoyed that I wouldn’t let him relieve himself just yet. What can I say? I was enjoying this game and I didn’t want it to end just yet. “If I recall correctly, it’s your turn.” I said and grabbed my panties from the ground and put them back on. I patted Joes thigh, trying to take my eyes off of the tent in his pants and go back to the game, although with every passing second, I could feel the throb in my pants get more intense, and I somewhat regretted not letting Joe fuck me.

Joe glared at me for a few seconds before reaching over and grabbing another card and then started to read it. As soon as Joe read it, he began to chuckle to himself and then look over to me, contemplating whether he should do it or not. “Don’t drink, do it.” I laughed and tried to look at the card. “Then I have to sit on your lap until it’s my turn again.” He said. I began to laugh more and then snatched the card from his hands and read it, thinking it was a joke, but it wasn’t. “Are you kidding me? You weigh like 500 pounds. You’re gunna crush me.” I laughed, but put my feet down on the ground instead of on the couch to prepare myself for his big ass to sit on me.

“Excuse me? What’s with the fat shaming? I’m only 220 or some shit.” Joe laughed a little before rubbing his hands together in a playful manner while he scooted on closer to me. “Oh boy.” I said to myself as he shimmied his way onto my lap. Joe sat sideways with his feet on the couch so he could put some weight on the couch instead of it all on me. “Holy shit.” I strained when my legs began to ache already as he pushed me down into the couch. We both began to laugh as Joe handed me another card so we could hurry this up and he could get off of my lap. I flipped the card around in my hand and began to read it. “Oooh, yes. Now this I can do.” I said with a little giggle and set the card back down. I reached up and grabbed the top of my bra and began to pull it down until my breasts were completely uncovered. I looked up at Joe as he swallowed hard.

As he looked down at my breasts, his cheeks and ears turned the shade of a tomato and he started breathing heavier. “Did you know that I have a love hate relationship with this game.” Joe asked me as I put my bra back on. “And why is that?” I joked, knowing exactly the reason. Joe loved that during this game, he got to see my breasts or tease me or do things that no other game would allow him to do. The part he hated was that he’s been sitting here with a boner basically since the start of the game, which isn’t very ideal for him. “You know why.” Joe chuckled as he got off my lap and sat down next to me where he originally was since it was his turn again. He leaned forwards and picked up another card and read it out loud with a big laugh. “Imitate your partners moaning or drink twice…oh fuck yeah.” Joe continued to laugh before setting the card down and clearing his throat, preparing himself. Joe began to let out loud and open mouthed moans in a girly way, imitating how I moan. “Oh Joey. Fuck.” He continued to moan.

The whole time, I couldn’t stop laughing as he continued to moan out things that I usually do. “You’re so big!” Joe moaned before I slapped his arm. “The other one I have said, but that one…I have never said that once.” Joe and I both laughed, making him stop moaning finally. “Yeah, but we both know you’re thinking it.” He said and raised his eyebrows up and down really quickly with that panty dropping smile on his face and a wink. I shook my head as I began to blush and grabbed another card with a laugh. Joe placed his hand on my thigh and began to squeeze at my bare skin. I was still only in my panties and bra from having to take off pieces of clothing and it was getting extremely cold. “You’re not going to like this one.” I said with a little laugh and shook my head even more. I knew it would turn him on even more and would drive him crazy. “What is it?” Joe asked curiously. “Both of the options suck.” I said. Joe looked at me a little confused before I said, “either lick your partner’s waist or finish both of your drinks.” I said. I knew that if I finished both of our drinks which were still pretty full, I would surely get drunk, but I knew the other option wasn’t the best for Joe. Joe groaned a little bit out of frustration and rubbed the back of his neck. I then looked down at the huge tent in his pants.

With a small smile, I stood up and walked in front of Joe. Joe just trailed his eyes up my body until we made eye contact. I could see every detail as I stood in front of Joe while he sat manspread on the couch. His bright blue eyes, his long curls that draped over his forehead, his jaw line that was begging me to place kisses along it, his bare neck which I wanted to leave magenta marks on, those plump and red lips and hands that I wanted on me again. I didn't know if it was the mixture of me being horny while being intoxicated that made my head a little fuzzy or the fact that my perfect husband was sitting down right in front of me looking absolutely beautiful, but all I could focus on was him.

My core clenched around nothing and a breath hitched in my throat. “Fuck this game.” I said quickly and pulled the hair tie off of my wrist and gathered up all of my hair, securing it loosely in a ponytail. "You’re fine with ending the game, right?" I asked him with a giggle and started to walk closer to him, despite already knowing the answer. I saw how excited he was getting. Joes eyes filled with lust and he quickly started to pull down his shorts. "I wanted to end the game before but of course you wanted to keep going." Joe said quickly and frantically pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock, free from his pants, tried to spring up, but was weighed down from the size of it as I bent down in front of him on my knees.

With a loud gulp at the size of him, I made eye contact with him and brought my mouth closer to the tip. Opening my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that coated it before flicking my tongue over the sweet spot on the side of it, tasting the salty remnants. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and in a matter of seconds, tangled his left hand in my hair that was in my ponytail. "C'mon, Don't tease." Joe strained, having waited long enough for this. While maintaining eye contact, I took him in my mouth and started to suck and slurp while grabbing the base of his cock with my right hand since I couldn't take him all. "Oh fuck." Joe hissed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while I made sure not to neglect a single vein as I sucked him into oblivion. I went down until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then started to bob my head up and down.

My hand at the base of his cock worked together with my mouth to ensure that I didn’t miss a single inch of him. As I looked up at Joe, he breathed heavily and gripped my hair tightly, forcing my head down on his cock. While I bobbed my head up and down, Joe emphasized my movements by pushing my head down so his cock hit the back of my throat each time, almost making me gag. Tears and mascara ran down my face until I needed to pull away from Joe to get in a breath. With my other hand, I gripped Joes thigh and pulled my mouth off of him while still pumping him with my other hand. Joe, knowing I needed a break to breathe and now able to look down at me, made eye contact with me as a stream of saliva and precum dripped down my chin and onto Joe’s thigh.

"Come here." Joe said and started to lift me up off of the ground in front of him. My knees cracked in the process from being on the hard ground and then I straddled Joes lap. Joe placed his arms on the back of the couch, wanting me to do everything since I denied him sex for a while. Nerves flooded my body and I questioned if I could even do this. Every single time I've rode Joe, Halfway through my legs burn and it feels like I can't go anymore. It gets to the point where Joe has to take over, but today I kind of deserve it I guess. "Use the couch baby. Just use the couch." Joe talked me up. Joe breathed heavily as the desire for him to be inside of me increased. "You can do it." Joe hummed softly.

I took a deep breath, and, with a nod, moved my panties to the side. As I touched my panties, I felt the pool that formed and was currently getting bigger, and my thighs were damp with my own arousal. I lined myself up with Joe before slowly lowering myself onto his cock. The tip of Joes cock pushed through my soaking folds and I sunk down a little deeper. A loud gasp escaped my lips as I took a second to get adjusted to his size. My walls clenched down around him, making us both say, "fuck", at the same time. I let out loud moans as I sunk down deeper and deeper on Joe, his cock stretching me out and filling me up in the most perfect ways. "That's it, baby, you can take more." Joe groaned, muttering sweet words of encouragement which only made me more confident. With Joes words and a loud moan that escaped my lips, I sunk all the way down on Joes cock.

I began to move up and down on Joes cock and move my hips forwards and backwards, creating a rhythm that almost sent me over the edge as soon as I started. From under me, Joe wasn't ashamed of hiding his noises of pleasure and groans as I road him. Hearing Joe only made me want to pleasure him more, so I road him faster and harder, the tip of his dick hitting my g-spot repeatedly every time I sunk all the way down on his cock, making me let out loud open mouthed moans. A feeling of total pleasure and euphoria washed over me and flooded my head and I leaned my head back and sealed my eyes shut. I moved forwards more and hit a spot I missed the entire time and let out a loud, "oh fuck Joey.”

With his left hand, Joe brought it up and grabbed my chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing my head down. I opened my eyes and made eye contact with Joe before my legs started to burn. I slowed down the movement of my hips and let out a moan when Joe brought his hand back down to where we were connected and rubbed his thumb gently over my clit. "Use the couch, baby." Joe said through gritted teeth as I rode him and my walls fluttered around his dick. I listened to him and put my hands on the back of the couch and gripped it hard.

While maintaining eye contact with Joe, I used the couch as leverage and started to bounce up and down on him faster, his cock once again hitting my cervix with even more force, my veins coursing with pure ecstasy. "Fuck-There you go." Joe groaned and clenched his jaw down hard as I rode him. Within a few seconds, I felt a knot in my stomach and then my high washed over me. I crumbled on Joes lap as my legs and then whole body began to shake. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Oh my gosh." I breathed out as my body came down from my high. I breathed heavily as my orgasms washing over me. With a little moan, I lifted myself off of Joe's cock. “You did so good." Joe talked me up as he lifted me off of his lap and on the couch so I was laying flat on my back. Joe climbed up in between my legs and kissed my lips before he trailed his kisses along my jawline and then settled on a spot on my neck, surely leaving magenta marks. While he did this, he took off my panties and threw them to the side again.

I let out eager moans as he sucked and kissed the soft skin on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged a little bit as my core throbbed. “I need you.” I begged as I breathed heavily, needing Joe inside of me again. “Be patient." Joe said, teasing me. Joe began to slowly kiss and suck on the other side of my neck, leaving hickeys on that side too. One of joes hands started to squeeze and play with my right breast. Moaning slightly, I put my hands on joes back and dug my fingernails into it, wanting him to stop messing around. “Please.” I sighed eagerly as he continued to kiss my neck. Right after I said this, Joe spread my legs apart with one hand and then detached his lips from my neck with a small popping sound.

Joe looked into my eyes, but all I could focus on was what was in between his legs. I once again gulped the size and started to wiggle underneath of him, needing him. “Go on, baby.” Joe said. I reached down slowly and grabbed his cock in my hand. Joe groaned at the contact as I gave it a few small pumps with my hand. I looked at the tip that was red and dotted with not only his pre-cum but my arousal as well and started to slide the tip along my soaking wet folds. Soon after I did this, he pushed into me. I tensed up at the immediate feeling as he stretched me out and filled me up. “Fuck, baby.” Joe moaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing around him. I gasped roughly at the feeling of him inside of me but took a few deep breaths which calmed me down and let me acclimate to his size. “Are you okay?” Joe asked me. I quickly nodded in response, preparing for the pleasure I was about to feel. As soon as I nodded, he began to thrust deeply into me, letting me adjust to his length before he started to go in faster and harder.

My nails dug into joes back as he repeatedly thrust into me, and I knew I was leaving red welts and even blood. “Oh Joey. Fuck." I said, moaning his name loudly. Every time Joe would pull out a little, it was met with a fast and hard thrust back into me. As he fucked me, I arched my back and ran my fingers either through his hair or his muscular back, the feeling of pleasure taking over. His hips slammed against mine so hard that he had to hold my hip with one hand so I didn’t move as much. A clapping sound filled the room shortly after. My mascara and tears streamed down my face as we made eye contact. No matter what, Joe wanted to look into my eyes. He wanted to look at my fucked out face and see just how good he made me feel. It didn’t matter if it was in a mirror or not, he loved looking at me. When I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed onto the arm of the couch for more stability as his hips snapped quickly against mine and picked up the pace, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

I felt the knot come back, but I didn’t focus on it and I didn’t want Joe to push me to my orgasm just yet. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other and I wanted to feel this forever. I continuously let out moans and when the pleasure started to get replaced with some pain, I bit my lip hard and soon tasted blood. As we made eye contact, Joe read my facial expression and then dropped one of his hands down to where we were connected and started to rub slow and gentle circles into my clit. “Don’t stop!” I moaned out loudly as the pain was once again replaced with pleasure. I’m in sensation overload and it feels amazing: Joe’s slow circles on my clit and the way he is fucking me into the couch with every thrust is driving me absolutely crazy. When the knot became too hard to ignore, I arched my back and felt myself clench around him as I came apart for Joe, my orgasm washing over me once again. “Joey.” I moaned his name loudly, scratching his back hard as his hips continued to thrust into me quickly. As we made eye contact, I shook my head slightly, letting Joe know that I wasn’t able to go any more rounds, so Within a few seconds, Joe’s thrusts got sloppy before he groaned and I felt a twitch inside of me.

I let out one final moan as Joe pulled out of me and collapsed by my side as my body rippled and shook next to him, my orgasm washing over me. The both of us breathed heavily, sweat coating the both of our foreheads and Joe’s liquid ran down my thigh. “You’re amazing.” I said, out of breath. Joe looked over at me and wrapped me in his arms. “No you are.” He said, also out of breath, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

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[jigeuminunbich]

new look | lee jeno

synopsis in which you become acquainted with your boyfriend’s new haircut

genre nonidol!au, fem!reader, established relationship, and fluff

warnings reader is a bit bratty, pet names (baby, pretty), and a man having the audacity to cut his hair instead of growing it out :((

word count less than 1k

a/n wrote this as a love letter to the legendary jullet (jeno mullet) BUT also an appreciation of his short cut because i think he’s rocking it right now. though nothing, and i mean not one thing, can touch the hot sauce jullet (r.i.p bby)

Trust, Jeno knew the weight of this situation. Your attachment to his hair was no secret between the two of you. You loved it. Threading your fingers in the hairs around the nape of his neck, continuously running your hands through his raven locks, attentively fixing the lengthy strands that fell into place in front of his sight. Sure, in your lonesome together, your hands were always on Jeno but your number one comfort place was having a hand constantly glued to his hair.

“___, baby, please open the door,” Jeno pleaded, gently laughing against the wood of your bedroom door. Of course there was a way he could finesse the knob himself but he found your unnecessary, yet completely anticipated temper tantrum— cute.

“No!”

“Baby,” Jeno bit back laughter, pressing his freshly exposed forehead to the door.

“How could you do this to me?!” Though muffled, he heard your dramatic query. His shielded laughter pushed its way past his lips, leaving you to hear his harmonious snickering as you stood on the opposite side of the threshold.

“What was that, pretty?” Jeno’s smile stretched, expecting his question would pressure you to let him in. The stretch of his lips could only double when he heard the lock click— stepping a few paces back for your reappearance just before your exasperated face was peeking through the minor crack you purposefully left in the door.

“I said,” you began. “How could you do this to me?” You whined, the sight of your boyfriend promptly making you upset all over again.

Jeno chuckled at your state, taking you the least bit seriously. “You’re being dramatic,” he countered.

Before you could hide from him again, Jeno wedged his hand between the door and the sill. Obviously, you were no match against his strength so you gave up control over the door without a fight.

“Thank you, finally.” Jeno smiled triumphantly, his tone dripping in sarcasm as he stepped into your shared bedroom where you had been hiding yourself for the past half hour upon witnessing his new haircut.

You presented yourself as less than ecstatic to see him, to say the least. By the time Jeno had entered, you were already shrouding yourself with your comforter to avoid him once more.

A sigh left Jeno while he wondered to himself how long you two were going to play this game. “Pretty, you can’t still be upset…” slowly, Jeno crept over to the edge of the bed to sit next to your hidden form.

He heard you huff from underneath the blankets before you quickly flipped it off your head. “Well I am.” And your head was covered again.

“You don’t like it?” Jeno probed you, of course he knew what your answer was but playing with you was just so much fun.

Like a game of catch-a-mole, your head peaked from beneath the covers like before to deliver him a quick qip but this time your boyfriend was time enough, catching the comforter with his hand to keep your pouty face in view.

“Jeno,” you cried.

“___,” Jeno mocked your whiny tone, maneuvering up the bed to hover over you. Though you feigned discontent with your boyfriend, you’d be stupid to ignore the kiss he pressed to your lips. You allowed your lips to mesh, it was swift, but effective in turning your once rigid form into something like jelly.

He pulled back, his handsome face still peering down over your own.

“Jeno,” you parroted yourself, this time your voice was softer as you reached a hand up to gently brush against his newly chopped fringe.

“Yes, pretty?”

You sighed at the usage of your nickname, it was twisted that he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage. Wordlessly, your opposite hand came to grip at the front of Jeno’s shirt, effectively pulling him down on top of you. He followed through, giggling as he situated his weight comfortably overtop of you.

This new position allowed you to adjust yourself along the crook of Jeno’s neck. “I don’t hate it,” you reluctantly whispered into his skin.

Shocked, Jeno changed the angle to where your faces were nearly touching. “No?” He whisper-shouted.

“No.” You giggled at the sight of his wide, stunned eyes, your hand still roaming the expanse of his cut.

Jeno smiled at this, bringing his lips back to your own and inevitably closing the gap between you. This time you gave more of yourself to him, arching your front into his. Sighing when you felt his hand place itself along your side.

He cut the kiss short once again, your faces still close as ever.

“I happen to like it. It suits you,” you admitted shamefully, it was disappointing to yourself that you had caused all this uproar to finalize that the change, though drastic and sudden, wasn’t all that bad.

It framed his face and highlighted his sculpted features. Lord knows he was still as handsome as ever, and this new cut gave you more opportunity to marvel at him. Though your fingers had less to work with, you were still able to play in it nonetheless.

“Thank you, baby.” Freshly flustered with your change in tune, Jeno pressed a peck to your nose, garnering a giggle from you.

“No problem.”

With your situation finally reaching a resolution, Jeno situated himself to lay on his side, holding onto you while his head was placed on your chest. Giving you the perfect opportunity to let your fingers linger in his hair like you’ve become accustomed to.

“More than my mullet?” Jeno mused.

“Don’t push it.”

© jigueminunbich 2024

#nct dream x reader #jeno x reader #lee jeno x reader #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct dream x y/n

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part XVII

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV, Part XVI

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“If I asked for advice, would you give me some?”

“Only because I have a feeling you wouldn’t leave me alone until I did,” was what Shoko replied to the man in front of her. “As long as it's not love advice, I guess.”

Satoru’s smile seemed to falter, and when he forced a laugh out, Ieiri’s eyebrow quirked. “It’s just advice to… “

How could he frame it without giving himself away? It was not that Satoru wanted to keep his feelings a secret, and he knew Shoko would probably roll her eyes but would not judge him. Still, he did not want to put her in an awkward situation with you if ultimately, nothing came out of this.

“Advice to understand someone,” Satoru said, thinking that should suffice. What he needed at the end was to understand how you were feeling now, was it not?

Shoko blinked slowly and gave Gojo a long, thoughtful look.

“Advice to understand someone,” she repeated. “What would you need that for?”

What is he up to now?

Gojo had never given her the impression of being particularly good at understanding people, that much was true. Of course, he could find his way around them, rather smartly if she dared add, and she knew he could charm people in to take advantage of their strengths, but that did not mean he always understood their feelings, not that he had ever shown much interest in doing it in the first place.

He had always stricken her as the kind of person that cared about people but could not always care for them.

Satoru leaned back in his chair. “If someone told you you are selfish, wouldn’t you like to know why?”

I would, she thought, but it is not like you to mind what people say.

“If it were someone whose opinion matters…” he added, crossing his arms.

He’s not saying any names, but there aren’t many people that could make him care.

“And you don’t want them to think of you like that,” she completed.

He smiled in her direction, but Shoko had the feeling he was avoiding her gaze.

So that’s it.

“So, someone called you selfish, and you want to understand why they did it?” Shoko asked him, sounding as disinterested as ever, but he knew her; the wheels in her head were turning. “I guess it depends on the circumstances.” She leaned back in his chair imitating Satoru’s posture. “If they had a reason for it, something you said or did...”

Gojo seemed to ponder her words for a moment. Was that not the quid of the question?

Satoru himself knew he had done countless things that could be considered selfish. From taking your share of dessert when you were kids to sometimes taking your bed whenever he stayed at your place, to even influencing your decision to stay in Tokyo when you could have left to teach at the school in Kyoto; but not even once had you called him out on it, not seriously at least.

“It might have been something I did,” he admitted.

Ieiri was about to asked what it had been when he spoke again.

“I think… I took something from them.”

Stole… Yeah, I stole that kiss from them.

Is that why you were upset after, because he got carried away and kissed you?

Your hurt and distasteful expression flashed before his eyes.

No, there was more to it.

“You took something? Without permission, I assume.” Ieiri was looking at him.

She knew Gojo had a habit of following that saying: 'Better ask for forgiveness than permission'.

The thing was that even if he did not ask for permission, he rarely asked for forgiveness.

“Can’t you just return it?” she questioned, referring to the ‘something’ Satoru said he had taken.

“No.”

Gojo allowed himself to smile a little as he remembered how you had kissed him back. As bitter as the aftermath had been, for a fleeting moment when your lips moved with his, he thought all pieces were falling into place.

Shoko looked at him suspiciously and sighed. “I guess if you can’t return it, apologize and pay up.”

He hummed.

If only it were that easy.

“And just maybe give it some more thought,” Ieiri continued. “If someone calls you selfish, I think it’s more about your feelings than theirs…. Or to how they think you feel.” She gestured vaguely with her hand. “I guess one or the other.”

“My feelings?” Gojo felt confused by his friend’s words. He knew Shoko was not great at explaining stuff, but what did his feelings have to do with anything? You had not even wanted to hear them.

Ieiri was already standing up and had to looked down at him when she asked him “What you did, did you really do it out of selfishness?”

Satoru knew he could be a selfish man sometimes if the situation called for it, but that night he had just been… impatient. He did not want to spend one more second without knowing how you felt now, without you knowing how he felt.

Was that what you were thinking when you confessed? Had been your heart burning like his?

“No, not really,” he answered honestly.

“Then tell them that,” she said. “People don’t know how you truly feel about whatever you do until you tell them.”

He stood up. “That’s not a bad piece of advice.”

Shoko shrugged. “Whatever helps.” She turned around on her heels but stopped to look back at Gojo. “I guess it is also a piece of love advice.”

He looked at her, but she could not tell his eyes reflected surprise.

“Whatever you have to say, you don’t want to wait until it’s too late.” The closed lip smile she gave him, made Satoru think she was talking from experience, but her demeanor changed in a second. “It’s just a thought. What do I know anyway?” and she left.

Satoru smiled for himself.

Thanks, Shoko.

***

“Under what motive?” the oldest of the three men in the dimly light room asked the other two. “Seems to be a personal revenge. If they want to kill them, let them settle it themselves. Why meddle?”

“They probably do not want to become a target to the Gojo clan,” the man on his left replied.

He had referred to them as the Gojo clan, but they all knew they were thinking of one man in particular.

“Is the [your family name] that strongly connected to the Gojo clan? Is there some kind of contract between families?”

“None there are records of, but there are rumors they are...”

“That would explain it,” the third man, who had been silent all along, finally intervened. “Their attitude about the incident with Geto Suguru; their reluctance to reason with Gojo Satoru when he proclaimed himself the tutor of that kid of the Zenin, and now this; it is obvious where their loyalty lies.”

“A most uncooperative attitude, indeed, but is it necessary to do anything about it?” the first man asked.

“Weeds must be pulled out on time. We learned that the hard way” the second man finished.

***

'I’m alive. Can we meet when you have time?'

That had been Satoru’s message to you.

You had told him you were getting back to work today, and you could meet there. If you had told him he could come to your place yesterday, he would have known at first sight that you had gotten hurt in your last mission.

He does not need to know I got beaten up like that.

And now you were resting your back against a tree despite the cold weather around you. That was yours and Satoru’s usual reunion spot most mornings before work. It was not official, but you always stood there for a few minutes before walking the rest of the pathway and clocking in. At first, it had just been a good spot to finish your morning coffee, but at some point, it became the spot where you waited for Satoru.

Right, it was also not far from here.

You looked around for the spot where you had confessed. Unsurprisingly, you did not feel like having any morning coffee for a few days after that.

Maybe it’s not as bad as I remember it. Maybe I could ask Satoru if it was.

You closed your eyes and sighed.

No, I can’t do that. I’m not even sure of how I’m going to face him today.

When Satoru saw you, a smiled formed on his lips, but it quickly faltered when he realized he was not sure of how to approach you.

You two had gone back to texting each other just the day before, after a long period of complete silence, and furthermore, after that fight, or miscommunication, or “biggest screw-up so far”, as Satoru had been referring to the incident of that day in his head. What should be the first thing he tells you now?

He did not regret kissing you, but after giving it more thought, he had reached the conclusion that Ieiri was right, he should have made his feelings clearer.

He needed to be direct now, but what if you did not take it kindly if he just spitted that he was in love with you on your face? Jeez, he should have at least brought flowers or candy. Would that not have been more romantic?

“Satoru?”

Or coffee, he should have at least brought you something to drink.

“Satoru?”

You had opened your eyes and were looking at him.

I love you.

He wanted to just say it, but what came out instead was “Coffee.”

“Coffee?” you asked.

Idiot, Satoru told himself.

“No! I mean, I should have brought you coffee.” Why was he so nervous?

“Okay? We can have some in the teachers’ room,” you told him. You straighten up and looked ahead; you were technically in the school grounds, but you still had to walk some more before making it to the main building. “Shall we?”

Satoru gave you a silent nod and you both started walking.

You had asked him how his mission had been, and he said it went all right, but he had forgotten your souvenir at home. Then he asked how you had been, and you told him you were fine. Then you were out of subjects to discuss, and the silence felt uncomfortable. Had this path always been this long?

Suddenly, Satoru touched your arm and both of you halted.

When you turned your head to him, it seemed he had his eyes on the spot where his hand was touching you, right above your elbow.

You could feel the wam of his hand even through your clothes.

“About the other night…”

So he was going to address the elephant in the room.

You bit your tongue. Whatever he had to say, you had to hear it.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to…” he was still not meeting your gaze, but his hand was sliding down to yours. “I did not mean to upset you.”

“I’m sorry too, for kicking you out and...”

“I like you.” His hand squeezed yours as he pronounced those words.

“As in…”

What did he mean? You knew he liked you as a person and as his friend, but if he was saying what you were thinking…

His free hand removed a loose stand of hair off your face. “As in I like you.”

If anyone looked at you two, there would be no more mistaking it; all rumors would automatically be considered true: the strongest sorcerer had a thing for his childhood friend.

“You don’t need to say anything now,” he continued when he saw a hint of hesitation on your face. “Just say you will think about it, okay?”

When had he started liking you? If he rejected you months ago, was it not kind of recent?

When he kissed you, was it because he liked you or because he believed you were leaving him alone?

You liked him as much as ever, and more than once you had wished his answer had been different months ago when your feelings came out of the bag, but those awkward days after, and the turbulence that followed had taught you that you did not want him out of your life. What would happen if things did not work out? None of you could probably revert to how they had been before. Was it worth risking your friendship after all?

You nodded to Satoru's question, and he gently pulled you to resume your walk.

You eyed your hand enclosed in his. “Shouldn’t we…?”

He kept looking ahead with a light smile. “Just a little longer, can we?”

Satoru rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb and finally let go of it when you reached your destination and parted ways to go to your respective students.

He felt satisfied believing he had made his feelings clear this time, while you could only think of how cold your hand had felt without his, and how if you broke each other’s hearts, he might never want to hold your hand again.

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Note: I'm alive!

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XVIII

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Paying Attention (Six of Crows One-Shot)

Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader / requests are OPEN

Summary: You're a little clueless, but the Crows are trying their best to get you to see the light.

SAB/SOC: @the-sweet-psycho (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“You-” Jesper said, sitting down at the card table, crossing one leg over the other and running a gambling chip down his knuckles in an impressive display of his dexterity. “Are clueless.” 

You practically choked on your margarita, eyeing him up and down and yanking the chip from his fingers before he had a chance to pull it from your reach. He cocked a brow at you in quiet respect and you clicked your tongue. 

“Really? How so?” You deposited the chip onto your stack and shot Jesper an award-winning smile. He grunted, not at all impressed.

 

“The boss man,” he said, picking up his cards to check his hand, “and his very obvious feelings for you, of course.” 

You checked your own hand, playing with the stack of chips. You risked a glance at the upstairs balcony area and who do you see? Kaz, of course. He’s leaning down at the tables below with that calculating glower that sends you mad with desire.

Jesper follows your gaze and has to stop himself from snorting. Kaz’s eyes flick over the tables and finally settle on you. The unexpected eye contact sends a shiver down your spine and a flush up your cheeks. Kaz arches one brow at you, expression otherwise not changing. You know him well enough by now to know that that eyebrow raise means ‘are you okay?’ 

You flash him a microscopic nod, which he returns before standing upright again and wandering off in the direction of his office. You know what that means- Inej is here somewhere keeping an eye on things. That leaves him to retire to his office and peer over ledgers and jobs for another several hours. 

“Hello,” a velvet voice says over your shoulder as the body that came with it slid into a chair beside you with such grace it couldn’t have been anyone else other than-

“Inej,” you greeted warmly, placing your cards down for the round. “Kaz have you keeping an eye on things at the Club tonight?” 

She’s barely moving, but you know she’s on high alert, watching and waiting for any sign of trouble. She hummed her confirmation. 

“Yes, he’s concerned the Dime Lions are getting a little too bold with their territory. Kaz wants to make sure they don’t cause any trouble for the Pigeons.” 

“Pigeons,” you reply, watching as Jesper finally makes his move. “Not language I hear you speak in very often.” 

Inej lets out a sigh, allowing herself to break vigilance for just long enough to rub her forehead. 

“No, but you stay in the Barrel long enough, you get used to the local speech patterns.” 

That made sense to you, yes. It was easy enough to slip into the language of the Barrel. Particularly when you spent time in the Crow club and the dodgier parts of town. 

“Inej,” Jesper piped up, that signature look on his face that told you he was about to stir shit up. “You know Kaz better than most- tell me, do you think he has a crush on our dear friend here?” 

You spluttered, slapping Jes on the shoulder playfully in disbelief. You were about to defend your fearless leader once again when you turned to look at Inej. She was usually so good at keeping things to herself, but one look at her expression and you knew she thought the same as Jesper. 

“Oh, no- not you too,” you protested. “You don’t seriously-” 

“Oh, yes,” she said, eyeing a patron by the bar who was starting to look like getting in a fight might not be such a bad idea after all. “Completely smitten.” 

You scoffed once again, rolling your eyes at the absurdity of it all.

 

“We’re not joking,” Jesper said, placing his hat on his knee. 

Your laugh died off and you frowned thoughtfully. It would be nice if he did have a little crush on you, given how he made you feel, but you weren’t at all convinced. 

“Well then,” you said. “Guess I better start paying more attention and see for myself.” 

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[monsterinmyboxers]

jake being a little shit and reader taming him in the forest 🫶🏾

⠀⠀ humbling a brat.

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. changed the format again a bit bc my lil meow meow is so hh also im adding titles bc

content. pre-established relationship, jake being a brat and a masochist, under-negotiated kinks, choking, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, praise, and a singular ‘sir’.

“didn’t know someone could be more hardheaded than me.” a laugh came from jake sully, who was smirking, showing off his fangs.

your ears would press flat against your head, eyebrows twitching out of frustration. you had transferred into your avatar recently after the war had ended, being one of the few humans that decided to stay on pandora, and are just now learning the na'vi language. even though you were doing better than expected, jake would tease you nonstop every time you slipped up. he seemed to completely ignore the fact you were doing much better than he had at first.

it annoyed you, even more than his typical bickering did. everyone could tell, neytiri sensing your increasing anger no matter how hard you tried to hide it. she thought he had taken it too far, considering how tense you became. but, you knew what he was trying to do, what game he was trying to play. you’ve dealt with him long enough to see through him.

he follows after you as neytiri provides guidance, teaching you whilst zoning out jakes taunts, something you couldn’t do. but, that was only because they were directed towards you. and with every comment, he’d brush past you, tail gliding against you whenever it could, taking every chance to touch you without a second thought.

he wanted something, that something being you. your attention. your eyes traveling his body. maybe, he was jealous of how you weren’t giving him an form of regard. your reactions were what he yearned for, and not receiving any in the last few hours was clearly something he could not allow.

so, as a result, he’d talk shit just to spite you. enrage you. make you give in to him. and surprisingly, he was successful. you were pissed off. it gave him such a thrill to see how worked up you were, glaring at him, eyes clouded with what he could only imagine was lust.

he never attempted to stop and think about if he should shut his mouth. not once. per usual, he didn’t think about the consequences to his actions.

you’d do something about that soon.

after your lesson with neytiri was over, without any hesitation, you brought jake out into the forest, where neither of you could be heard by other na'vi. hopefully.

“you really need to learn when to shut the hell up.” the sudden outburst made jakes ears twitch downward, yet he still kept that assured demeanor on display. “aw, did i hurt someone’s feelings?” it’s like he was incapable of taking anything, or anyone seriously.

“jake, i’m going to,” you were quickly interrupted, “to what? fight me? i doubt you could even land a punch. you’re still getting used to your body — i’m already settled into mine. you don’t know what you’re doing, i do.” he said more, he always does, but you just blocked him out. you focused on his face.

how his lips move, how wide his puppy eyes were, how even in this body you could still easily tell that he was your boyfriend. your annoying, overconfident, bratty, beautiful boyfriend.

you let him talk for a moment more, before running a hand up his slim waist. that made him pause, stumble over his words, ears fluttering with interest. you didn’t spare another glance towards his face, paying more attention to how his lower half swayed — as if on instinct.

“weren’t, weren’t you just mad at me?” his tone was less cocky now, yet his confidence didn’t falter. “still am.” you spoke, then suddenly shoved him against the nearest tree. he loses his footing, but fortunately doesn’t fall, grunting once his back hit the trunk.

your name was said, but you didn’t listen, rather pressing your palm against his adams apple and wrapping your fingers around his throat.

you didn’t squeeze, never dared to put more pressure onto his neck, but the mere presence of your hand there had him struggling to breathe. “what, are you doing?” his heart skips a beat as your fingers dance along where his jaw and neck connect. you had such an affect on him, and you haven’t done very much.

“you’re, a dick. you know that? so much so that i, want to push you against the dirt,” you leaned in closer, lips nearly touching his ears. “and fuck you raw.” his tail twitched, almost wagging at your words. he wanted just that, you both knew by then. and, you were going to give it to him — but in your own way.

he’d turn his head a bit, an attempt to look at you head on. it was difficult to do with the current position he was in, so you’d back up only slightly.

“what’s stopping you?” that’d set you off, amusement pulling at your lips before you pressed them against his. the kiss was nowhere near innocent, tongues clashing within seconds. that battle was won by you, his mouth submitting to yours, letting you do as you please. you like this side of him. so bratty until you confront him, a show off until you touch him, give him the treatment he wanted — he deserved.

you pulled away when you couldn’t breathe, both of you panting softly before you move your palm, one gripping his hair and the other on his hip. you rearranged this position, only pleased once his back was facing you, his cheek and hands pushed against the tree. rather rough, he thought you were, the situation uncomfortable for him. though, you didn’t really care at the moment, and honestly, he didn’t either.

he wanted to be used, that’s why he started this shit in the first place. you were so focused on something that wasn’t him, and he couldn’t tolerate it, not for long.

as he was lost in thought, you had slid his loincloth down those thighs, ones that you adored, exposing him for only you to see. it’s not like the thin piece of clothing hid much, anyway. you couldn’t see his dick, but you were sure it was hard, straining, yearning for release. that much was obvious when he whined, quietly demanding that you get on with it; as if he had any control over you or what you determine to do with him.

you almost laughed, jake trying his best to be dominant and at the same time deliberately showing off his ass, back arching and tail lifting. in his head, he still held some kind of authority, while his body presented itself to you.

you would shift his stance, spreading his legs further, then taking your middle and ring finger and placing them onto his bottom lip. at first, he didn’t exactly get the message, until he curiously opened his mouth and you shoved your fingers inside. he let out a low gag, then allowed his tongue to lick between and along your digits.

he hollowed out his cheeks, beginning to suck as if it were your cock between his lips, choking whenever your finger tips hit the back of his throat. once you thought they were wet enough, you pull them out, watching as only a thread of spit connected you and him.

he seemed disappointed as you did this. he’s learned, because of you, that he enjoys oral more than he originally thought. but, that’s a story for another time.

your dry hand massaged his hip, the other rubbing just around where he wanted your fingers most. annoyance got to jake quick, giving you a snarky tone. “hurry up.”

this sudden change in attitude was unexpected, and your eyebrows furrowed. you thought he had given up this front already, and just let you take care of him. apparently, you were wrong.

“fuckin’, come on—” he could barely get the phrase out before he felt a stinging pain on his ass. he yelped, bordering on a damn whimper. you’ve never done that before, and shit, he wish that you had.

you felt a moment of regret, not sure how he would react to that as it was a heat of the moment thing — but your thoughts were shut down quickly.

“that- that all you got?” you let out a silent sigh of relief, jaw clenching a bit before bringing your hand down again. the smack was audible, his body jolting on impact. the moan he let out was choked on, his hands now gripping the bark of the tree he was stabilizing himself on.

he readied himself for another painful sensation, but instead felt something prod at and enter his hole. as no warning was given, jakes chest forced out a keen, tensing for a second before welcoming the intrusion.

you didn’t wait to add your other finger, making the man inhale sharply. no matter how tight he was, you found a way to move in and out, not giving him a break — a moment to take air into his lungs. his mouth was wide open, not caring for any noise that escaped him, or the drool that fell onto his chin and lower.

you played with him throughout, separating your fingers and stretching him out, easily finding and thrusting onto the source of his sensitivity. you unraveled him so fast, too fast, heat building in his stomach. he had no restraint, hand going down to his dick. which you, evidently, didn’t like, spanking him once more.

“don’t you fuckin’ dare.” he whimpered so loud at your tone, deciding to touch you instead. grabbing your biceps, forearms, anything in his reach. “‘m gonna cuh-come, g-gonna come,” barely understanding the stuttered words, you hum, one that rumbled, coming from deep within your chest — effecting him greatly, seeing as he came right then and there.

this was new. you wouldn’t go this far with fingering, making him come and all. you only bothered to finger him for preparation, as requested by him. he didn’t like wasting time on things other than your dick.

jake is rather vanilla when it comes to sex, sticking with the stuff he was familiar with, especially since you were his first ever boyfriend and he was almost intimidated by the other possibilities.

though, you have been talking about how you wanted to go further, try new things, push his boundaries — with his consent. he had to think about it, but in the end, he agreed. so, you took this chance, prolonging your time together, testing both yours and his patience.

you stroked your nails along his prostate, having him experience this orgasm for as long as possible. you stopped when he became lightheaded, body slowly going limp. and as his vision was clearing, you began to pull out.

he thought you’d finally fuck him then, a toothy grin complementing his face once he was conscious enough to do so.

though, he couldn’t get too excited, since you only shoved your fingers back into him. you instantly curl them, earning a wobbled moan, and gasps of protest, “no, no, cock, need your dih-dick, n-need it,” he tried to convince you, but you paid him no mind.

“i don’t think you deserve it.” at that, he sobs. degradation was something you found interesting. you’ve never seen jake, someone so stubborn and prideful, in such a state of distress over something so dirty. you should do this more often.

it was hard to argue with you constantly abusing his insides, but he somehow managed. even though he’s lost his ego, he hasn’t lost his determination. “i’m- i’m sorry, so sorry, plea-please. was doing, for attention, didn’ mean eh-it! promise, promise, pinky prom- fuh-uck!” tears were shed, jake coughing as he inhaled his own spit. god, he was a mess.

your motions were relentless, mind wondering how many orgasms you could get out of him with just your fingers. two? three? four? you wanted to find out. yet, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, noticing how hard you’ve become over time. so, you made up your mind, wrist moving back and forth to support your fingers.

“one more, come again and you’ll get my dick.” he barely heard you, trying to regain his composure again and again and failing each time. his lack of response worried you, slowing down and allowing that demanding facade to fade away, leaning in close. “did you hear me, jake?”

it took him a few seconds, but the sudden pause in stimulation got him to concentrate. “ye-yes, sir. can do it,” the title made your tail lash side to side, lips pressing gentle kisses against his jaw. “that’s it, good boy, so obedient for me.” his body twitches, an already existing blush spreading to his ears. the check-in ended shortly, hand getting back to work on jakes approaching orgasm.

with the mix of overstimulation and you whispering praises, he didn’t last very long. “gonna, come, ah-gain, again,” no sentence was left uninterrupted, jake now relying on you to keep him up, trembling arms extending back and wrapping around your neck, nails reaching and scratching at your upper back. he needed something to grip onto, to remind himself that this was real.

yellow eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated as he came again, painting the tree in front of him. you, once again, drew out this feeling of euphoria. this time, you pulled out completely, letting him calm down from his high. he breathed in deeply, something he couldn’t seem to do for the last hour, then exhaled like he was shivering.

embarrassment eventually washed over him, jake hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck. “dick.” it was stifled, but you knew what he said nonetheless. “you askin’ for it or are you callin’ me one?” that earned you a smack on the arm, since that was the only part of your body he could get to.

you hum, then shrugged him off, jake landing on the wood in front of him. he clung onto the tree, using anything as leverage so he wouldn’t collapse. finally, you’d take your loincloth off, letting out a sigh of relief once you were freed of your confinements.

as expected, you were hard, pre-cum gathering on your tip. you curse under your breath, inching forward and resting your dick on jakes ass. the weight made him gasp softly, a whine following, him now using one hand to grab hold of his ass and spread himself open. you could hear how he gulped, and the unsteady sigh after. he was flushed, nothing hiding how heat spread out from his face to his shoulders. he was hot all over, really.

his eagerness made an appearance, tail whipping around like a dogs would. though, it would stop, but just to wrap around your thigh. you snort, soon grabbing at his braid, tugging at it. he lets out a string of pleas; he’s already waited so long.

you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive hum given, just to draw things out. you would come to a conclusion, mumbling a soft “alright,” before rubbing your head along his rim. he attempts to move, to try and get you into him, but he was only met with a now familiar pain on his ass. he quivers under your touch, cussing you out in his head, not having the balls to be an asshole out loud anymore.

only a few more seconds pass as you decide to give in, spitting down onto your base and rubbing it along your shaft, up to the tip. you’d then press forward, putting more and more stress onto his hole until you sunk inside.

it was a slow process, you making it that way just to tease him, watching as he took you in inch by inch, piece by piece. he heaves, feeling every vein on your cock graze his walls. and while it was torture to never know when his ass was going to touch your hips, he still had a cock-drunk smile on his face. sharp teeth bit his lower lip, biceps flexing as he gripped a nearby vine.

eventually, you bottom out, jake clamping down on you as a response. he tried his very best to relax so you had easy access, but couldn’t help it once you were fully inside him, filling him. he never wanted you to leave.

“if you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna need to ease up on the clenching.” he felt unnaturally shy, your words making his ears fold back and redden. despite that, he loosened up, expecting you to start thrusting then.

but, nothing happened.

you didn’t move, only chuckling softly as he tried to look back at you. “are you going to move?” you beat him to it, jakes eyebrows raising. he knew what you were implying.

a soft cry came from him, hips shifting before he moved away from you, half of your dick dragging out of him. he’d sink back down, moaning out loud — and repeating this action.

it was difficult to go at the faster and rougher pace that he oh so craved, as his legs couldn’t even carry his own muscle by themselves at the moment. once he gave up on being independent, his hips go even slower so he could try and talk successfully, “need, h-help. can’t, can’t do it.” he felt almost ashamed to admit it.

but, that feeling quickly subsided as you combed your fingers through his locks, the soft touch contrasting greatly with how roughly you pounded into him.

he sounded so — vulnerable. it strengthened that urge to ravage him, making it impossible to ignore. your hips switch directions, looking for that specific bundle of nerves once more. it didn’t take long to find it, jake releasing a sob once you did, your thrusts ceaseless as you practically bruise his prostate.

his body presses forward with the force you use, chest scratching the skin of the tree, but he couldn’t focus on that now. the only thing he could think about was how deep you were; the sound of himself, you, and your pelvis hitting his ass filled his ears.

you came in close, breath skimming the side of his neck while you panted, with occasional growls that you weren’t even aware of given as well. they came without your permission, as if you didn’t have power over your own vocal cords. they only turned jake on even more.

maybe a little too much, even.

cum shot out of his dick, creating another mess over his previous ones. though this time, the liquid was thinner, almost losing color. overstimulation caught on fast, jake crying out, “so much, t-too much, can’t, too muh-ch!” you shush him, your rhythm slowing in pity. “i’m right there, jake. you’ve been so good, so good. be a slut for a few more seconds, will you?” your voice held empathy, thrusts becoming shallow.

he gave a mere nod. you continue your movement, relishing in how his warmth sheathed your cock. you words were proven true, it only taking seconds for you to empty inside him, thick cum stuffing him to the brim. a final, rather weak moan was elicited from him, eyes closing as you drain yourself.

after finishing, you both pant heavily, “jake,” you spoke, nose poking at his nape. though, he didn’t respond. “..jake.” no response. “jake?” you worried that he may have passed out, but to your relief, he hummed right before you began to panic.

“you okay?” your hands rub his hips and sides, gliding down his curves, soothing him. “mhm.” he couldn’t say much else, it looked like. yet, you still decided to ask, “did you enjoy it?”

he took a moment, gulping heavily before chuckling. it was a silent one, the sole reason you knew he laughed was by how his shoulders shook. “..hell yeah.”

#fics by jj #jake sully #jake sully x male reader #avatar #avatar: the way of water #dom male reader #top male reader

[cinnamonpinkwink]

Too Little Too Late.

Ellie X Fem Reader

One shot

Angst/possible part two?

Synopsis: reader was always in love with Ellie, but Ellie only had eyes for your older sister. Life moves on and once you think you’ve moved on, someone has to come back and ruin it.

AN: I watched little women, and I thought that the yearning in that one scene with Amy and Laurie was so good, wanted to write it for a modern take … but make it lesbian!

Enjoy! ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Cinn

Growing up it was like you were never taken seriously, well, you were the youngest child. You have a older sister, Fallen, who is the beauty of the family, now don’t get me wrong! You weren’t ugly, far from it, but everyone in subtle ways would always compare the two of you.

Fallen wasn’t an evil older sister, she took you along everywhere, never once complained when your mother would never allow her out without taking you. You loved your sister, but you couldn’t help but have a small distaste for her.

And the reason for that, was due to one single person, Ellie Williams.

Ellie and Fallen were best friends, ever since the age of eight they were attached to the hip. You were only a year younger, and would play around with them, but Ellie never took you seriously, you were always “Fallen’s little sister” and nothing more.

As the years went by, you had gotten the obvious hint that Ellie was in love with Fallen, she would blush when she was around, kick her feet when Fallen would be too busy talking about who knows what. And yet, Fallen had no clue, she was oblivious to her feelings, as Ellie was oblivious to yours.

You were in love with Ellie,

Ellie was in love with Fallen,

And Fallen was Fallen.

Life was continuing as normal, you three had grown up a bit and were now in senior and junior year, everything was moving as usual, that was until Ellie decided to confess her feelings.

It was a normal sunshine day until it began to rain, you were up in your room doing your math homework, cursing yourself because you had messed up on the equation once again, but something from the window leading to the backyard caught your eye.

It was Ellie and Fallen, they seemed to be talking, but it looked more..upsetting.

You watched as Ellie was trying to say something to a very distraught Fallen, who was shaking her head, completely upset over something. You opened the window, hoping to hear what they were discussing about but the rain was getting heavier and heavier that it was imposible to even catch a single word that would come out of their mouths.

The only thing you could hear was Fallen repeatedly saying sorry, while Ellie cried, in which broke your heart. With a quick swift, you left your room, rushing downstairs to figure out what was happening.

You saw Ellie come into the house, completely soaking wet, “what happened?” You softly muttered, but Ellie ignored you, rushing out of the house and closing the door with a bit of hesitance. Walking close to the slide in door, you watched your sister sit down on the outside couch, holding her head in her hands.

“Fallen, are you okay?” You spoke gently, trying to not upset your sister more, she looked up with tears in her eyes, she laughed softly and shrugged. “Ellie and I aren’t friends anymore.” She said sadly, you rushed to her side and gave her a hug, not caring that she was completely drench from the rain.

At the moment, all you could think about was your sister, but as the night had came you were thinking of Ellie. The sight of her crying made your heart ache, and the way she completely shrugged you off when you asked if she was okay, that stung too.

Once Fallen had composed herself a few weeks later, she had explained that she still loved Ellie, just not in the way she wanted. Ellie had came out two years before, you knew Ellie had a thing for Fallen, so it wasn’t shocking to you, however Fallen was completely blindsided, said she ‘didn’t know’.

“I’m sure this will blow over, and you’ll be back to being friends again.” You patted your sisters back, trying to comfort her, but she shook her head, “she said she’d rather us be strangers then friends. So no, it won’t blow over.” Fallen sighed, but she quickly put a smile on her face and patted your head, “I’ll be okay.” You nodded, and you knew she was, but would Ellie be?

And just as Fallen said, they became strangers, and once they became strangers, Ellie and you were strangers.

You’d pass her in the hall, trying to avoid her eyes, it was all working well, until you had stumbled upon her washing her hands in the sink.

You looked away as fast as you could, hurriedly going into a stall to finish your business, and when you had come out to wash your hands, there she was leaned on the counter, as if she was waiting for you.

It was silent as you pushed some soap onto your hands, until she spoke, “I just wanted to say, im sorry if I made thinks awkward between you and I.” You nodded your head, trying not to look at her, so your eyes stayed on your hands that were too busy spreading out the soap.

“Yeah..” was all you could respond, “I just hope you understand, I mean- one day you’ll fall in love and.. it’ll hurt when they don’t feel the same way.” She explained, you had finally washed off the soap and began to dry it off with paper towels.

“Trust me, I know how it feels.” You finally built up the courage and looked into her beautiful green eyes, “bye Ellie.” Was all you can mutter as you left her alone in the bathroom.

Once the school year was over, Fallen had gotten into her dream school, which was a four hour plane ride away. The last time you had seen Ellie was her graduation day, who was taking pictures with her then girlfriend Cat, it made your blood boil, but you sucked it up to enjoy the day for your sister.

Senior year was a hassle, and you had gotten into your dream college, and before you knew it you were off to fend for yourself and everything was beginning to finally make sense. The crush you had for Ellie was completely gone, and a new one was formed, on a guy this time.

The crush formed once you became friends with a guy named Harry, he was sweet, patient, and didn’t view you as an extension from your sister, he knew you for you.

“So, what you gonna do for winter break?” He inhaled his cigarette, letting the smoke fall out of his lips into the winter air, “visit home, probably hang out with some of my old friends.” You watched him, everything about him was perfect, minus the fact he smoked.

“Same, can’t wait to eat my moms home cooking, the food here taste like ass.” He joked as you laughed, it had gone a bit silent, you noticed him staring at you, “so- anyone you got back at home?” He asked, you shook your head, “no~ what about you?”

He thought for a moment, but shook his head, “nah..don’t got time for that, just wanna focus on myself.” You nodded your head, although you were disappointed, you couldn’t do a thing about his feelings.

“Yeah, same.” You lied, hoping he didn’t catch the hint of sadness in your voice.

Winter break had finally came and you were finally back at home, Fallen was coming in a few days, so that meant you had the whole house to yourself every morning. Nothing was out of usual, besides the new truck your father had gotten, said he had hired someone to help him fix it up, even mentioned that they’d be stopping by one of these days.

Little did you know it was today, and the someone was..

“Hey.” Ellie said breathily, your eyes wide in shock, you hadn’t seen her for a couple of years, and the way she changed was.. very noticeable.

“Oh- hi.” You stuttered and moved over so she could come in, “the car and tools are in the garage, but the big door is broken, we have to fix it.” You explained as you showed her the door to the side entrance to the garage, in which she chuckled.

“What?” You asked softly, she just shrugged, “I’ve been here many times, I know where it is.” She chuckled, in which you grew red. “Sorry..” she hummed, “was I that forgettable?” She joked, opening the door, showing off the muscles she had gained.

“No.” You muttered, she just gave a nod and went inside the garage, you had began to pace around the living room, wondering how she was, and so with a giant sigh you decided to go check her the car out, and see how it was going.

“Hey, everything good?” You brought her a cup of hot coco, she gladly took it from your hand and muttered a thanks, “And yeah, the car looks great, just have to..” she trailed off, looking at your face.

“Are you, wearing makeup?” She whispered, as she inspected your face even closer, “uh- yeah.” She hummed in response, “so, how you been?” She asked, taking another sip from her cup. “I’ve been great, schools perfect, what about you?” You asked with genuine curiosity.

Ellie chuckled, “I’ve been great, been working at Joel’s shop, says it’s all mine when he passes.” She rolled her eyes, “that’s great! I’m glad you are doing fine. Hows Cat?” Oh you knew how Cat was, you stalked Ellie a bit after you had left, and found out they had broken up.. of course Ellie didn’t know you knew, you just wanted to hear her say it.

“Oh- yeah nah, Cat and I are done.” She said with a shrug, “anyone new?” You were suddenly persistent, she chuckled setting the mug down near a table, “what’s this twenty questions?” She joked, causing you to nod, she bit her lip, not sure if she should say it, but gave in with a shrug.

“There’s actually one person I’ve been thinking about.” You smiled, but inside you were screaming in agony, which pissed you off, since you thought you had gotten over her. “What about you?” She said with a bit of a hush tone.

“Oh.. there’s this guy.” You said, you couldn’t tell but her demeanor tensed a bit, “a guy?” You nodded, not noticing the snarky tone she had spat out, “yeah- his name is Harry, he’s cool.” She nodded a bit, sucking her teeth, you watched as she put down her tools, and grabbed a rag and walked over to where you stood.

“He your boyfriend?” She finally looked into your eyes, in which you looked at the floor, it was like a reflex, “no..” you tailed off, picking at the chipped paint from your nails. “Why not?” She asked, getting closer and closer, making your heart beat so fast.

“I don’t know..” you lied, in which she scoffed, “I think we both know why.” Your eyes looked up at her, she was so close, looking down at you with those eyes of hers. “What are you doing?” You whispered, causing her to hold onto your arms, “what I should of done a long time ago.” She began to lean in closer, her lips almost touching yours, that was until you pushed her off.

“No.” You said, holding onto your now heated face, turning your back to her.

“Yes.” She said in a whisper like tone, trying to turn you back to face her, but you frantically hit her hands away.

“Stop it.” You said as tears began to build up, “why?” She asked, “why? You are asking me why?” You scoffed, feeling the pent up secret you had for years finally spilling out, “I have loved you for years- and all you could ever think about was Fallen-“

“But-“

“And I was nothing to you, I was just Fallen’s little sister.” You cut her off, your heart felt like it was being twisted, “and now- that I’m ov-“ you felt tears starting to fall, “now that I like someone else you wanna come and ruin it.” Ellie looked sad, her breathing was heavy and looked like she was about to cry.

“I’m not gonna be the one you settle with just because you can’t have my sister.” Ellie didn’t say anything, she just shook her head as she looked at the ground, “I’m not gonna.” You stated, the front door opened and the sing- song voice of your fathers echoed, “hello?” He sang, causing you to break from the spot you stood.

Ellie muttered your name, hoping it would get you to turn back around, to run into her arms, to change your mind, anything.

But you just walked out, rushing up to your room.

Part two

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #fanfic #the last of us #lgbt pride #lgbtq

[miss-celestia13]

Mastermind

Jake x MC Silly Fluffy One Shot

Words: 4.3k

Inspired by old memes! I've added one to the end.

Jake has planned their trip to IKEA down to the last second. He forgot to account for MC and her ability to turn a simple shopping trip into a day-long adventure. He's a mastermind, but he might have met his match.

Thank you so much to the lovely @julesisreading for all her help and insights with IKEA and the things that could happen to Jake there 🤭 I have only been once or twice myself and needed some help with it. Anything that is wrong, call it artistic liberty and I have no budget to stick to when writing, so I can do what I want🤣❤️

Jake

He was armed to the teeth. Nothing could surprise him or knock him off track. The map was crystal in his mind, and he was confident every challenge, problem, and panic attack had been accounted for and neutralized before they could infringe upon his ability to complete this mission. It was one he took seriously and would accept nothing but success. They’d eaten a decent breakfast, and he packed bottles of water and snacks in case she got hungry. All avenues had been considered. He knew every entrance and exit and mapped out multiple escape routes for every turn and pitfall they might fall into. He was ready. He was prepared. Or so he thought. He’d forgotten to account for the human elements, and a sinking sensation in his stomach already warned him all might not be well.

Jake eyed the mammoth building with a gimlet eye and smothered his groan as they approached the entrance. They were about to face the most arduous struggle many couples grapple with… a trip to IKEA. The challenge? Walk in, get what they need, and walk back out without breaking up. He was confident he could hold his own and not give in to the pressures being faced with so many options could place on a person. A strange notion swept over him as the automatic doors parted to allow them inside. Should he be laying a trail of breadcrumbs to ensure they found their way out? He was almost intimidated by the size of the place and doubted his own ability to remember everything he’d planned. The woman beside him insisted on pushing the cart so he could grab things she pointed at, and there was a distinct frenetic energy around her small form that made her bounce as she walked.

The list he created the night before was on his phone, and he knew exactly where everything was to the last inch. Reassured by the website that all was in stock, he warned her on the way there that they would not be distracted by anything shiny and they would avoid the food hall. He couldn’t remember if she actually agreed to his terms or if she made him forget them by using her feminine ways to distract him. If she had, he knew he enjoyed every moment of it and wouldn’t hold it against her. She laughed at his intense research, but he was determined to make it out alive and mostly intact. He felt more like he was gearing up for a fight than furniture shopping, and her delighted squeal as they approached the pile of reusable blue and yellow bags only solidified that feeling. She was grabbing one after another and smiling as she turned to him.

“Do you think four will suffice?”

He opened his mouth to affirm, but she shook her head and muttered, “No, better get a few more just in case. I think… yep! Seven will do!”

“We don’t need that much...” He said as she bounced back to his side and tossed the bags in the cart.

“We might see something we didn’t know we needed, Jake!” She laughed, eyes alight with mischief as they ambled into the market hall.

A subtle but noticeable scent hung in the air: sawdust, maybe something with cinnamon, and a bunch of other things he didn’t have a name for hit him as they walked in, and it was pleasant, but he did not trust it. He knew it was only there to lure one in, get them lost, and keep them trapped inside this horror store forever. His credit card burned a hole in his pocket as she approached a row of finger-smeared computers and began pointlessly searching for all they needed. He stifled a chuckle as the first two she tried would not work, and she growled at the screen, huffed, and glared at him when his worked on the first try. His touch screen was faulty, though, and when it failed to show him where he could find the coffee table she so desperately wanted, he sighed through his nose and prayed this wasn’t a sign of things to come.

“Come on, Hackerman, we’ll just have to do it the old-fashioned way!” She chirped, guiding the cart away and over to a display of kitchen utensils.

“I have everything we need marked down. We just have to go there, and...we don’t need a lemon juicer.” He arched a brow as she demonstrated how to use it and winked at him.

“You never know! It’s only -”

“Yeah, it’s only $2.49. That’s how they get you.” He said, and she scoffed but put it down after remembering she didn’t like lemons.

There were too many shiny, cheap, and silly things to grab her attention. Like a magpie, anything that glittered under the fluorescent lights caught her eye. She flitted from shelf to shelf like some demented fairy while he watched on and felt his hope of getting out before dark dwindle and drain away to nothing. They successfully found both the nightstands and dresser, but as he failed to find the shelves she specified, his frown deepened, and he pulled out his phone to double-check the website. It said they had it, but he stood before the empty space where his shelves should be and wanted to beat his head off a wall. Rechecking the site, he didn’t notice her approaching and jumped a foot in the air as her bright voice cut through the angry murmurs in his head.

“We can just choose another set. It’s fine. The ones down there look alright.”

“If it isn’t in stock, the website shouldn’t say it is! It should be here, where it’s stupid tag is. Or what’s the point in it?” He grumbled, glaring at the empty space one last time before following her as she skipped to another set that fit their budget.

She grinned as she pointed at it and posed like a hostess on an old game show.

“See, it’ll do. Crisis averted. I bet if you checked the website it would be out of stock! Help me get it in the cart!” She demanded with a cheeky grin. He couldn’t help but return it as he did as she asked.

The other shoppers reminded him of those old zombie movies. Glazed eyes and faces frozen in thinly veiled discontent as they blindly tossed mass-produced artwork and lampshades into their carts. Somehow, the millionth print of a black squiggle was something many felt completed the décor of their homes. He didn’t understand it and was glad when his overexcited partner completely bypassed that section to drag him to another display, making him want to dig in his heels to avoid it. His eyes could barely keep track she moved so fast, just a blur of hair and freckles jumping from aisle to aisle. Bedding, shower curtains, and decorative pillows somehow made it into their cart, and he could sense his finely tuned plans falling apart like wet paper under his hands. This was his Great War. He’d brought a knife to a gunfight and lost the battle before they’d arrived.

He kept his mouth shut until she let out a thrilled noise and made a beeline for the mirrors.

“The stuff we need is over there. It says there's only one in stock. We need to hurry.” He tried as she waved a hand at him and examined the many mirrors.

He could see himself glowering as she paced along the aisle, a finger tapping her chin. And practically heard the cogs turning in her head as she pondered how to convince him they needed another mirror to give the illusion of space.

“I think another won’t go amiss, that one!” She clapped her hands and gestured toward one that would require another cart.

“We can order it online once we know we have space for it.” He smiled, and hoped it looked genuine.

“Have you seen the delivery charge?! It’s more than the mirror. I’ll grab another cart while you get the things on your list. I know you can find me anyway.” She teased, making him bark a shocked laugh, but he couldn’t deny it.

“Fine, but we’ll meet back here in an hour, deal?” He held out his pinky as she sidled closer and looked up at him through a fan of dark lashes.

She hooked her pinky around his and shook, “Deal. Now, off you go! Let me have my fun.” She sang and left him blinking after her. Gods, he loved her.

He knew it was futile, but he clung to his plan and moved away to track down what they needed. The store wifi kept dipping out as he walked deeper into the maze of shelves and displays, getting turned around and making the same journey twice to find his way out. It didn’t feel like a win whenever he found something they needed. It felt like a payment that cost him blood and tears. His nerves were frayed, and his skin felt too tight as he tried and failed to double-check their stock. Again, it said everything was available, but as he came across yet another empty shelf, he wanted to throw his phone away in frustration. He had half a mind to update the stock counts online himself after this shit show, and he just might make that his new mission if he couldn’t get what they needed.

“There are three in stock. Where? Why... where the hell are they?” He was whispering as he crouched to check underneath, and seeing nothing, he straightened and looked around for an employee.

It took a few more minutes before he tracked down a worker bearing the store’s famous coloring and swallowed his anxiety to question him.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, your website says these are in stock, but there are none. Do you have any?”

The man sighed heavily, glanced at Jake’s phone, and shook his head, “I don’t think so. If none are on the shelves, you’ll have to try online or at another store.”

Jake bit down on his disgruntled groan and asked the question he knew all retail workers despised, but he had to be sure. He couldn’t give up yet.

“Could you maybe check in the back? I hate to ask, but my girlfriend-”

The man’s face morphed into an expression of supreme understanding, “Ahh, sure, man. I’ll do it. Wait here.”

Jake clung to his fading hopes as the minutes ticked away and other shoppers moved around his still form. It couldn’t have been longer than five minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Jake before the employee strode for him empty-handed.

“Sorry, man. We haven’t got any in. We’ll get more soon and can email you once it’s here?” He offered, but Jake shook his head.

“No, we’ll pick something else. Thank you, though.”

That sinking sensation spiraled lower in his gut as he eyed the available units and chose the one most similar to what she wanted. Soon, the hour was up, and he returned to the agreed meeting spot. She wasn’t there. Of course, she wasn’t. His phone signal was better there, and the wifi worked, so he pulled up his tracker and waited for it to find her. She was on the opposite side of the gigantic building and was moving farther away as he cursed and hurried to chase her down. Half-dazed shoppers jumped out of his way as he vaulted down aisles, and the cart almost went sideways as he took every corner at a run. The rattling of the boxes and items against their metal chariot drowned out the beat of his heart as he rounded another corner and saw her. Her arms were full of assorted office supplies and décor, which she dumped in her overflowing cart that also contained a multitude of items they didn’t have on his list.

She spied him and grinned, waving him over, and he approached with an almost nervous air as she explained her thoughts.

“You have an office to fill, and I think these will work perfectly. I also saw some little work lamps, but I thought you’d like to choose that. Ooh! We should have lunch! Meatballs! I’m starving, and we haven’t eaten since this morning.”

He didn’t know where to start with that, and he knew no matter what he said, it wouldn’t sink in while she was surrounded by the sights and smells of everything she wanted.

“I have some snacks with me; we can eat those and just get everything done so we can leave.”

“But... meatballs, Jake! And cake, I can’t pronounce the cake’s name, but you have to try it! Do you want a tiny lamp? Or an even tinier fake cactus? They’re quite cute.”

“We can make meatballs at home...”

Her hands were on her hips as she pinned him with an unimpressed stare, “It’s. Not. The. Same.”

Sighing, his lips twitched with the urge to laugh at her adorable face, but he tamped it down as he replied, “We’re already behind schedule, and you wanted to get some of this built before everyone comes over tomorrow.”

She didn't respond but nodded as she turned and walked over to her cart. He was not distracted by the many pens, notepads, and stationery holders. No, he wasn’t. And he certainly didn’t toss a few packs in with his half of their shopping when she wasn’t looking. He wasn’t as sly as he thought, and her arched brow when she saw him covering the pens with a pillow told him she missed nothing when it came to him. As the checkout came into view, his chest loosened, and victory hovered at the edges of his mind as they were quickly rung up and charged a small fortune. He felt safe to internally celebrate making it out alive as they headed for the exit. But she uttered some words that delayed it instantly.

“I need the bathroom! I’ll meet you at the car.”

“I can wait for you here?” He offered.

“No, it’s fine. I know where you parked.”

Seeing no way to argue, and he was blocking the exit, he nodded and took control of her cart along with his. It was risky business navigating the busy parking lot, and he was sweating by the time he reached his. He opened the large trunk and methodically began to pack everything inside, using the backseats for everything that didn’t fit in the trunk. Silently, Jake swore he would never again darken the Swedish megastore’s doorstep. It would be a cold day in hell before he subjected himself to that place again. He was returning the empty carts to the store when his phone buzzed. He waited until his hands were free to check it and didn’t know whether to bemoan her tenacity or delight in it.

MC: I’ve got your meatballs and kladdkaka! Come get them before I finish mine and eat yours.

His traitorous stomach rumbled as he read, and the smile flirting with the corners of his mouth soon overtook his face. He couldn’t complain; they finished shopping and had nowhere else to be. She was only playing by his rules and twisting them to get him out of his rigidness. And he was hungry... pocketing his phone with an exasperated curse, Jake once more entered the hell of IKEA and set off to find the insistent woman who held his heart of glass in her steady hands. The food hall teemed with frazzled shoppers, overexcited kids, and elderly folks who eyed the mayhem with narrowed eyes. He scanned the bustling tables for a familiar head of hair and spotted her off in the back corner, dancing as she ate. As he rounded the table, he saw his own plate waiting for him and plopped into the hard chair across from her as she forked up the last piece of her cake and stuffed it in her mouth. He found it oddly endearing that she always ate her dessert first in places like this.

“You found me! That’s your reward.” She chuckled and pointed at the food on his side after she cleared her mouth with a sip of cold water.

“Mmhmm.” Was all he said as he tucked into his fast-cooling meal and caught her staring at his slice of cake.

He didn’t get the hype, but the meatballs were edible, and the mashed potatoes were silky smooth with no hidden horrible lumps, so he was happy to munch away. She did the same and kept dancing with every mouthful she took, though her eyes would stick to his dessert every now and again. They chatted between bites, and he wondered if she realized just how deep a hold she had on him, how far he’d go to see her smile like she was then. He didn’t think so and thought it was part of her charm. She could make a trip to the DMV an adventure, and he admired her warm, romantic view of the world despite his learned knowledge that it was often cold, hurtful, and dark. Her ability to make him feel the same way was a form of magic he’d never heard anyone discuss, but he thought it should be treasured more than the big things. The mundane made up the majority of their daily lives. It was a special kind of magic and person that could make even the dull seem extraordinary.

The freckles on her nose scrunched up as she caught him watching her, and he ducked his head to hide his grin as a blush sparked in her cheeks. He was content to observe her squirm and pretend she didn’t want to ask him for his slice. Pulling it towards him after he finished the bland meatballs, he used his fork to cut off a small piece. She was barely breathing and leaning closer, eyes locked on his hands. He popped it in his mouth, ignoring the rush of saliva as the flavor exploded on his tongue to push the rest of it over to her. Her eyes lit up, a coy smile on her pretty mouth as she tried to be considerate despite the feral nature of her love of all things sweet. 

“Are you sure? We can split it?” She said even as she shoveled it into her mouth, and he couldn’t help but laugh at her when she looked confused at her now empty plate. 

“I think it’s too late for that,” he joked before going on, “Do you want more? We can get more.” 

She considered it, and he was getting ready to do it when she shook her head and said, “No, if we buy more, I’ll eat it all before we get home and feel sick all night. We should go before I forget that!”

He knew it was true and let her lead the way to the car, her swinging gaze catching on every table until they were on the way downstairs and approaching the double doors to freedom. They were soon back in the car, stomachs full and warmed through as he pulled out of his spot and followed the traffic to the main road. The journey home was short, filled with her singing along to whatever radio station she found and asking him questions he thought she might already know the answers to but just wanted to hear his voice. Still rusty from years of disuse, his answers sometimes meandered off the correct path, but she hung on his every word like he was revealing the secrets of the universe. And it never stopped. No matter where they were, if he spoke, she focused intently on him until he was done. It was oddly heartwarming and touching. He hoped he made her feel the same way whenever she was telling one of her stories that had a thousand offshoots and side quests. Their home soon came into view, and the last vestiges of stress fluttered away as he parked on their driveway. 

The truth was, they didn’t need anything they bought today. But her only condition for him moving in was that they make it feel like his place, too, and it must look like he lived there. She wanted him to put his mark on their home so he knew he could always find safety there. He’d been happy to move in and use her things, used to having nothing, and everything he did have could fit inside a backpack. Material goods didn’t really matter to him, but it wasn’t the furniture she cared about. She wanted him to feel like he counted, and he needed to have a hand in how their home came together. His mind buzzed as they swiftly unloaded the car and carried everything inside. It didn’t take too long before they were seated on the couch with mugs of hot coffee as they studied the many boxes they’d have to assemble.

As soon as he’d downed the last of his drink, she slapped her hands to her thighs and declared, “I’ll build the coffee table if you can handle your desk! Then we’ll just build them one by one.”

Jake agreed, and they got down on the carpet to begin. She tore at the packaging, practically gnawing on it like a squirrel to get the tape off as he found a packing knife and unsealed it neatly. Her brute force approach worked well for building the furniture. He was still setting all his pieces out in order of use before he picked up the first piece of wood he had to join with another while she was battering in the last leg of the table. Music played quietly as they worked, and she lit some scented candles when night drew in, turning on the lights once it was too dark to see. His frustration mounted as the last piece refused to slide in, making a queer rattling noise when he tried to force it. She was halfway through a nightstand when she noticed and came over to see if she could help. 

“You know, when it doesn’t fit right, I just… make it fit.” 

Jake snorted, “I’ve tried that. It doesn’t want to catch the slider.” 

“Want me to hit it?” She asked with a wicked grin. 

“No, I think that’ll make it worse.”

“Okay, let me know! I have some rage I’d like to get out.” She said as she crawled back to her side. 

He couldn’t help the silly chuckle that slipped free of his clenched teeth as the drawer finally gave into his pressuring shove, and his frustration bled away as it smoothly rolled open again at his urging. 

“What rage do you have?” He wondered aloud as she slammed her fist down on the top of the nightstand to test its strength. She was more akin to a hissing kitten when mad. It was difficult to imagine her acting truly angry.

“Stupid things. Marge next door telling me not to feed the birds. Janet at work, who keeps forgetting what days I work, and the man in Starbucks who always misspells my name!” 

He was grateful her grievances were so frivolous and hoped they always remained so. She should never know how it felt to be completely alone and lost in the world. Whatever life handed him, even the good parts were often accompanied by soul-destroying despair. Even now, he was the happiest he’d ever been, free of his self-made chains and financially secure. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and often was paranoid that it hadn’t. He’d do everything in his power to ensure she never knew such darkness. If she ever lost that glint in her eye and the rose-colored glasses that made her world seem so gentle and lovely, he would never forgive himself. All he wanted was peace and happiness for her and for him. He knew life came with dips and often destruction, but he would feel complete if he could make this house their private little oasis from the world. The place they could retreat to and rebuild from the rubble whenever life’s hammer fist crushed them.

Long into the night, they playfully bickered and talked as they put together their new joint life and saved the rest for another day when their eyes turned gritty, and their yawns lasted longer than their conversation. Her soft hands were the sweetest medication as she ruffled his hair and suggested they got ready for bed. Side by side in the bathroom, they brushed their teeth and washed their faces, changing out of their clothes and putting on something lighter to sleep in. He knew his way around the house blind, and they didn’t turn on any lights as they entered their bedroom and crawled into bed. He curled around her body, his arm wrapping around her waist as she snuggled closer and hummed contentedly. Her soft breathing deepened, and he assumed she’d fallen asleep until her fatigue-roughened voice broke the silence.

“IKEA wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

He huffed a laugh, kissing the crown of her head before answering, “It wasn’t too terrible. But will you promise me something?” 

There was a smile in her voice as she said, “Sure, anything for you.” 

“Next time, we order online, and I’ll make you an entire chocolate cake you can eat by yourself.” 

There was a pause, a giggle, and finally, “Okay. Deal. I promise. I’ll even let you have a small sliver of cake.” 

“Deal.” He said and closed his eyes on the long day, certain in knowing he had many more good days ahead of him.

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Thank you for reading! And if you reblog or comment, thank you for that too. It was a daft idea I had that wouldn’t leave me alone to write other things🤭 I hope you enjoyed it!

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[saintsenara]

a duo i'd love to hear your thoughts on: bellatrix & harry (or even bellatrix/harry)

thank you very much for the ask, pal! an extremely interesting duo to think about.

and, obviously, the thing we have to immediately acknowledge is that harry thinks bellatrix is hot. he's always going on about her heaving breasts and shiny hair [and shiny hair is something he does seem to have a thing for throughout canon - hence why he spends one of his owl exams staring at parvati's], and she's definitely his "hear me out" candidate...

[i think if he's forced by ron to play fuck, marry, kill about the black sisters... he's fucking bella. he's depressed for weeks when he realises.]

more seriously, though, the thing which really stands out in harry and bellatrix's canonical relationship is that he sees her primarily as a catalyst - and, above all, primarily as a catalyst for loss - but in a way which feels strangely impersonal given the profundity of this loss to him.

she kills sirius - but harry can't summon up the rage to use the cruciatus curse against her [even though he can against amycus carrow, whom he has never met and whose crime is the considerably more minor spitting at mcgonagall]. she almost kills ginny - and harry "changes course at once" to try and protect her - but the person who get there first and who finishes bellatrix off is molly.

and while i don't think this is strange because i think molly wouldn't have the skills to duel bellatrix, i do think it's fairly strange narratively. bellatrix's death mirrors sirius' to such an extent - right down to the fact that she dies laughing - that it would have been an interesting conceit to have harry avenging his godfather by standing in as sirius' surrogate for a repeat of the duel before the veil, which then allows sirius to be avenged when the outcome is reversed...

[although what i do like about the molly-bellatrix duel in canon is that voldemort ends up in the position his narrative mirror, harry, is in during the sirius-bellatrix duel - watching the one person he thought would never abandon him die.]

and so harry sees bellatrix as an agent of chaos - and he utterly loathes her - but he also sees the chaos she causes as, fundamentally, voldemort's fault. he views her as a puppet, a tool, a pawn - as so totally enamoured by the dark lord that she lacks any capacity for critical thinking - rather than ever seeming to understand her as her own person.

[him taunting her in order of the phoenix by pointing out voldemort's a half-blood always stands out to me when thinking about this - lucius malfoy isn't shocked at all by the revelation, but bellatrix is. it underlines the point made by her behaviour at her trial, which harry witnesses in goblet of fire - that her loyalty to voldemort is so absolute that it makes her deluded, and that she exists for him rather than for herself.]

equally, bellatrix clearly sees him as just a thing - an annoyance which voldemort just needs to eradicate - rather than a person.

and so i think that one of the very interesting "harry and bellatrix actually having to get to know each other" questions is what journey they would go on in order to understand the other as a real person. my favourite iteration of this - as i've said here - is to write bellatrix's non-battlefield personality as surprisingly similar to tonks', and to have harry having to face the fact that a woman he hates could be so much like a woman he adores. you can also obviously do the same with him having to realise she's very like sirius.

and her having to realise that harry is very like voldemort.

because the other thing which i think is fascinating about thinking about harry and bellatrix is that the best parallel for hinny in the text isn't ron and hermione, and nor is it james and lily...

it's bellamort.

i believe that harry's canonical love for ginny is completely genuine - and i accept that by the epilogue they will have settled into a relationship with a more equal dynamic - but it's very striking in the pre-epilogue canon that the power dynamic between the two is very much unequal.

harry's narrative purpose means that he has to be set apart from all others - even ron and hermione - in order for him to properly function as the encapsulation of all that is good [and as the series' allegory for christ]. as a result, he tends to interact with other characters either as people he needs to protect, or as people he needs to protect others from.

and we see this in his relationship with ginny at the end of half-blood prince, when he breaks up with her for - what he sees as - her own protection, in the belief that being associated with him will put her at risk from voldemort.

harry believes that separating himself from her is sufficient to bring ginny this protection, he never considers her to have the talent to fight voldemort herself - even though he acknowledges her as a skilled fighter elsewhere in the text - and he spends much of deathly hallows believing that he has guaranteed ginny's safety. he thinks of hogwarts as a safe-haven throughout his time on the horcrux hunt - and he is genuinely shocked to discover how bad the carrows' regime has been when he arrives at the castle immediately prior to the battle - and he treats ginny's role as a resistance leader in her own right [such as her attempt to steal the sword of gryffindor] as, essentially, a bit of a laugh.

for her part, ginny is set up in the text as ferociously loyal to harry - "i never gave up on you" - and as someone whose company he desires and values in a distinct way, but whose relationship with him is unbalanced by the paternalistic vibe of their power dynamic. harry is more honest with her than with many other people, for example, but he still doesn't tell her anything about the horcruxes, the prophecy, or the fact that he has to walk into the forest to die.

and this is exactly the same as bellatrix and voldemort.

bellatrix is clearly justified in saying that voldemort considers her his "favourite" - and he does behave towards her in ways which are meaningfully different from his treatment of his other death eaters. but their dynamic is still hugely unbalanced by the fact that voldemort is also required by the narrative to be singular - the literal embodiment of evil - and that this drives his secrecy about his true self. bellatrix is also treated by voldemort as someone whose role in his mission against harry is his to dictate, safe in the knowledge that she would never give up on him either, and who can be similarly kept in the dark about the horcruxes or the prophecy [although he clearly views this as for his, rather than her, protection].

deathly hallows, in particular, is full of explicit comparisons between the two couples. ginny trying to steal the sword leads to bellatrix giving away that there's a horcrux in her vault. ginny living while bellatrix dies [because of motherly love!] is the opener to harry living while voldemort dies [because of motherly love!]. and - of course - there's this in the forest...

Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his. 

as i've said elsewhere, i think it's entirely possible to write voldemort as quite fond of ginny on the basis of her canonical similarity to bellatrix. and so the reverse must apply - harry can be written as fond of bellatrix on the basis of her similarity to ginny.

which means i also think - if you're so inclined - that the toxic wife-swap would genuinely work.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #harrytrix #bellatrix lestrange #harry potter #and also a shoutout to ginnymort nation

[myfandomprompts]

𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟗/𝟏𝟎)

Summary: There is little time left. Very little time. Previous Part - Masterlist

Warnings: angst, anti-Semitism French spoken -> italics

At first, it’s how Albert’s face seems to shut off each time your town’s name is seen on a sign at the side of the road, the mark that you’re getting closer to your destination. Then it’s how Tom looked like he wished for the earth to swallow him whole each time the bus station is mentioned, the place that will take you home.

It just seems so close now.

But there are good moments. At noon, when you find yourselves in the middle of nowhere with only the shade of the trees or a windmill to keep you cool, you all sit joyfully on the grass to eat what Charles and Germaine had generously given you; plenty of bread and ham to be able to walk without to a rumbling belly. It’s during those occasions that Tom never misses an opportunity to be next to you, the fact that you’ve taken to teaching him French seriously giving him a good reason to talk to you at length.

Not that he needed a good reason.

Everyone casually laughs at his attempts at pronunciation, each of them trying to participate and help where they can. But the truth is, he’d rather have you for himself, because he knew he could make you smile like he had never seen anyone else do, like nobody else could.

He wanted to be the only one.

“This isn’t even a word…”

“Yes it is!” you argued as you dropped your hand in defeat. “Poulailler is where the chickens go. Try it.”

He didn’t lose his teasing smile while he tried to pronounce it. “Yeah, still doesn’t sound right.”

“It wasn’t bad. La poule is the chicken, le poulailler is the chicken coop, it’s as simple as that.”

“And how do you say rooster, then?”

You stopped yourself from answering him at the last second, red staining your cheeks slightly. “Mh, that you don’t want to know.”

“Why?”

You contemplated his curious and enticing smile before a voice interrupted you and your thoughts. “Hey, Y/N, can you tell me on the map where the store you slept in was again? Looks like a good hiding place for future travellers, if the owners get on board.”

You nod quietly to Giulia before taking the map from her to examine it while you heard Tom fall back at your side, disappointed. The conversation didn’t stray from the different points Giulia could use for her route, mentioning Raymond, whom Charles had said he would convince, and Albert, who already saw himself as a ‘passeur’ near Poitiers.

Tom was bored again, and you felt guilt at the sight of his glum expression. But it all went away when he suddenly comfortably rested his head on your lap, closing his eyes and proceeded to take a nap there as if it was the most natural thing to do.

There was a brief silence, but the others quickly reconvened around the current subject while indescribable affection and fulfilment flooded through you. You didn’t notice Henriette's discreet smile, Giulia’s indifference or Albert’s flickering eyes as you fell behind the conversation completely, coming to run your fingers through his hair.

He didn’t open his eyes, but his lips stretched into a content smile. The soft satisfying sound he made when you grazed your nails over his scalp cheered you, and only you heard his quiet praises, telling you how nice it felt.

This is what he had been talking about, making every moment count. You would not allow yourself to think of the end.

You didn’t leave his side once as you hit the road again, walking next to each other, hands itching to reach to the other. It felt liberating, confusing, good. However, the more you advanced, the more your feet started to gradually drag on the pathways, reluctant. You wished you could stretch the journey at will, to go back in time or simply think of this journey as a nice trip in the countryside. Not a way to make it home, to send him home.

To put all of this behind you.

But reality struck you like a slap in the face when you approached the next town, quiet streets with bricked walls plastered with the new government’s posters, and below one of them, an old looking graffiti with a single blood-icing sentence.

“Les Juifs sont la cause de la guerre.”

You all glanced at it before lowering your gazes and hastening the pace, taking the direction of the inn you would spend the night in in tensed silence.

Tom lingered a moment longer, trying to decipher the words without success. He trotted behind you, brows furrowed at your sudden sour faces. “What’s written there?”

You rolled your tongue inside of your mouth, ill at ease. “Jews are the reason for the war.”

He stopped, face decomposing after your whispered translation before glancing around in worry. But he quickly caught up with you as you neared the café terrace where both regulars and travellers were enjoying a drink or a well-deserved meal.

You exhaled in relief as you entered, the coolness of the inside air much more bearable after your journey, and by the time you sat around a table and booked rooms at the counter, Tom had found his usual silent countenance again. You could see the irritation in his eyes and within his gestures as he now could not utter a word out loud without earning a dark glance from Giulia, not until you were in a less crowded place again. It saddened you too.

You had to snap your eyes away from the way his tongue wetted his lips before taking a sip of his drink in frustration when Albert dropped a heavy book in front of you. “Phone book. I need your help finding Aunt Marie. It won’t hurt telling the parents we’re on our way.”

You nod, more like a reflex than anything else before opening the pages filled with countless telephone numbers. Tom eyed each time you turned a page with a dark expression, jaw clenching, but you said nothing as you continued. His glass was emptied by the time Henriette had gone to freshen herself in the commons, your own tired gaze fixed on the digits before you.

You didn’t notice the three policemen enter at first, the usualness of their visit blending perfectly with the rest of the customers, until they approached a table that had been awfully quiet since you’d arrived. 

It was the entire room’s turn to fall in a tense silence. “Gutten Haben, Henrren.”

You lifted your head upon hearing the German words, not understanding why two French Policemen had suddenly switched languages. The one that had spoken was giving a sad look at the men seated for dinner, the two other policemen gauging the room warily.

“Uh… Gutten Haben, what can I… do for you?” one of the men asked in awful French, his thick German accent making the policemen smile briefly. Meanwhile, sweat was starting to form over the man’s forehead.

“Unfortunately, you’ll have to come with us. We’ve been told that you’re immigrants, German immigrants.”

The two Germanics exchanged frightened glances before gazing back at the rough-looking policeman. “But… We have papers, we obtained it from your government, months ago!”

The latter clicked his tongue, an uneasy scowl appearing on his features, as if he was trying to convince himself rather than them. “I’m afraid it won’t suffice. Our government has implemented new laws. You’re going home, I’m sorry.”

You heard murmurs around you, catching words like “ran away”, “Jewish” or “persecuted”. The next moment, Giulia was whispering in your ears. “Y/N, take Tom and go through the back entrance. If they are taking refugees, there is no say what they’ll do to a British soldier, and we can’t risk it. I’ll find Henriette.”

There was a strange state of purpose surpassing the brief panic that filled you before you took Tom’s hand softly under the table. He barely resisted when you led him away, heading to the back stairwell as the two Germans were taken out quietly out of the room and the two other policemen lingered around.

Tom didn’t say anything until you had reached a back alley with a slim stream coursing next to it. “What is it, what are we doing?”

You checked that the coast was clear before pulling him to a corner where no one would hear you. “I don’t… I don’t think this town is safe.”

“What are you talking about? I thought we’ve reached a ‘free’ place where they couldn’t chase us. Were they German folks?”

“I think they… I think they were Jewish refugees from Germany, yes,” you thought out loud, digging your teeth in your lower lip in anguish. “The Reich wants them back, for…”

“And what the hell has it gotta do with those French coppers?”

You knew how helpless you looked at that moment, how lost. “Because this is the new regime! Pétain will do anything Hitler asks of him, and there is no say where it’ll stop… You would be taken as a prisoner of war, you have no papers, you have nothing…” You bit your tongue darkly. “Somebody ratted out those Germans, that's how they knew.”

Tom parted his lips in exasperation before clenching his jaw hard. “Oh, that’s bloody brilliant.”

He leaned his head against the darkened wall, right next to a propaganda poster, Pétain looking down at you with high colours as if he could see you, hear you. 

You bit your nails, stressed. “But it won’t happen to you! You’ve got Giulia, you’ve got a safe route to Spain, and there are no Nazis on this side, it’ll be alright.”

“Once again, Y/N, you don’t know that. I’m the first wanker who is making sure that crossing will not get me killed. Not that I’ll care about making it now, anyway…”

Shock at his words made your breath momentarily get stuck in your throat. You lowered your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to keep a straight face.

But you tensed and didn’t even know where to look. 

He immediately realised what he had said, pushing himself off of the wall to make you look at him. “Shit, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean that.”

He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head as he held you close, making you go soft against him. “Why would you say that…”

“I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry,” he repeated against your hair. “I’m just bloody tired, and it’s like I can’t see past the moment when… when we…” A bitter laugh escaped his lips. “Well, at least you won’t have to worry about me then.”

You detached your face from his chest, looking up at him with fierce damped eyes. “I’ll never stop worrying about you, Tom.”

You saw the lump in his throat disappear as he swallowed hard, glistening eyes fixed on you. You cupped his face with your hand, bringing him into a kiss that would make him understand, feel your need for him.

“You don’t get to give up, you hear me, Tom Bennett?”

He all but smiled, a ray of light in the dark. “You should know me by now, nothing can take me down, not even a bullet.”

You smiled in turn, trying not to leave his warmth as you kept your body close. “You know, I can’t help but think that… if you haven’t been shot, we might have never met again.”

You stared at each other while his thumb stroked your shoulders, lowering to your ribs, to your waist.

He took a deep breath. “Some might say it’s God’s plan and all. Either way, considering where I am now… I’d say it was worth it, this damn hell I've been through.”

He was drawing small circles against the curve of your waist, tickling your skin and you chuckled through the bitterness. “Always the charmer, are you?” 

“Well, yeah, that’s what I was known for back at home, wasn’t I? Gotta live up to the name.”

You hummed, coming to wrap your hands around his neck to stroke the soft hair there playfully. “That’s not exactly what I remember your reputation to be.” 

“Hm? Care to tell me, then?” he teased.

You faked hesitation, pressing your forehead against his to whisper. “Trouble maker… Loud-mouthed… Hot blooded?”

He pouted. “That… does not sound like me at all.”

His hidden laughter made you tilt your head to the side in refound glee. “Doesn’t it? I could have sworn it was you. Maybe I should look for another Tom?”

He instantly pressed his body harder against yours, familiar heat meeting your flesh. “Why would you do that when you have what’s best right there? Helpful, good-looking, amazing kisser…”

“Oh, really? I don’t remember hearing anything about that last part.”

“Odd, since you’re the one who told me, love,” he said with a grin as you arched an eyebrow over your forehead. "Through the pretty sounds you make, that look in your eyes when I touch you… I just can tell.”

You shook your head with a sigh to try to hide the blush that adorned your cheeks as he joined his lips with yours again. The touch sent chills down your spine and it suddenly made you feel far away from the inn, from any risks that could come your way.

“Are you Jewish?”

The small tone made you stop and snap your eyes open. A small child stood behind Tom, no more than eight, looking at the two of you with a paper plane in his hands, his expression flat.

You froze in Tom’s arms as you blinked, his head falling backwards in annoyance as you pulled away from him. “I, uhm… No? Why would you ask that, sweetheart?”

The child frowned at your confused tone. “Then, why are you hiding?”

You remained speechless at his question as Tom’s warning tone fanned in your left ear. “Y/N, if I turn around that lad is going to be traumatised. You should really make him go.”

You scowled at his complicit eyes as you tried not to feel his point. You detached yourself from him, making him sigh in frustration as you approached the boy gently. “We’re hiding because… we’re playing a game. Tom here was meant to find me, and he did. We were just discussing… game strategy. Where are your parents?”

The boy sniffed, an untrustworthy look fixed on you. “My father says that Jews are bad, that they’re everywhere and steal everything from us. That’s why the Germans want them.”

You tried not to appear too gobsmacked as you lowered yourself to him, a sour taste in your mouth. “You know… Maybe you shouldn’t listen to everything your father says, I can assure you they-”

Tom’s impatience was palpable behind you and when he called your name, the boy’s frown deepened, clutching his paper plane harder as he glanced between the two of you. “Maybe I should go and ask my father directly, he’ll know.”

“No, wait!” you tried, but he had already scattered toward the house right at the opposite side of the road, disappearing behind a fence.

Tom came to your level, seeing you heave with distress. “What was that?” 

“Not reassuring.”

You took his hand swiftly and dragged him along the stream in haste, wishing to put as much distance between you and the concerning neighbourhood before the boy could find you. Despite Tom’s hissed arguments as you kept walking, you only stopped when you reached the underside of a bridge, considering it far enough and feeling your slightly panicked heart settle.

“Are you giving me a tour?” he chuckled as he took in his surroundings. “It’s very pretty, I’ll give you that.”

It was. The bridge you had stopped under was small but big enough to hide you from anyone above. The evening light shone right on the stream below your feet and cast beams of light on the white stones. On the other side, a lone fisherman was laying his line in the calm waters, a bored eye lifted toward you as you turned to face Tom with a frustrated sigh.

“Darn this country. I’m sorry I dragged you here again, I just didn’t want to face people with problematic ideas. I didn’t want to get angry.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Does my girl get angry, really?”

“When people are stupid, yes!”

He chuckled as he pulled you away from under the bridge in order to walk along the stream, hand in hand. The grin he wore upon his lips was so endearing, as if he had no care in the world. "I’m afraid you’ll have to do an awful lot of fightin’, then.”

You exhaled as you pressed your thumb against the back of his hand, making him grin further. The night was setting quickly and already humidity was falling over your skin, eliciting goosebumps there.

“Do you even know how to get back?” he asked, looking around as you passed a small pier.

“Yeah, it’s somewhere… around there,” you gestured vaguely over your left to the path that led back on the road, hesitant. If truth was to be told, you were not in a hurry to get back, those moments with him seemed so precious to you.

Tom hummed, unconvinced but did not add anything else. As you went up the pathway, smells of dinners being cooked and playful screams of children reached you, and when you neared a small square further down the road, you heard the soft sound of a gramophone starting to play. Tom’s lips slowly curved upwards as he glanced over the high window where the music was coming from.

“What are you doing?” you asked when he turned around to face you, a playful glint in his eyes.

He didn’t answer, only brought you to a stop before taking one of your hands in his and putting the other on your waist. When the voice of Lys Gauty resounded, slow and beautiful along the violins, you felt yourself move in his embrace. 

You laugh softly, feeling silly at each of your steps. “I didn’t know you could dance.”

“I went to a few of Lois’ gigs,” he said with a snidely. “I observed.”

“I’ve never seen you attend one…”

You saw his expression drop as you kept moved in rhythm. “Yeah, well, once I went there, knowing you would be there but when I arrived, you were dancing with some bloke and… I didn’t feel like staying.”

You watched his long eyelashes flutter, the skin under his eyes turning reddish as he fled your gaze. He was beautiful.

But you couldn’t help but tease him. “I remember. He was quite nice, offered me a drink afterwards…”

“Yeah, I don’t want to hear about it, really.”

You smiled tenderly, bringing a hand you wanted apologetic closer to his face. “He was not you, though. You wouldn’t have tried to get me drunk, right?”

Tom’s smile grew sardonic, satisfied. “The git.”

“Yeah,” you whispered as you pressed your lips against his smug ones, grinning through the kiss.

You lost yourselves in the melody, bodies moving languidly along the female soothing voice as he held you close, faces resting against each other.

“It’s nice… What does it say?” he asked after a while, hot breath fanning over your cheek.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the lyrics. The word slowly sank in and unexpectedly made your heart ache, their meaning passing over you like a cold wind. “It’s from a movie, I think. It’s… kind of sad.”

“Tell me.”

You felt some of his hair graze the side of your face as your voice turned a bit broken. “It’s about two young lovers of twenty. They lived very close, but although they loved each other they never had the courage to confess, until they kissed and all became brighter.”

He readjusted his position against you. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

The music turned sombre, trumpets playing in as you continued. “But then hope disappeared, and all took the shade of the night. They grew apart, and their story became part of the past, their shared dreams left behind as if nothing happened between them.”

Tom fell silent, his fingers pressing deeper into your palm and waist as you opened your eyes.

If the words resonated strongly within the two of you, their weight crushing like a hammer, you did your best to not let the other feel it. You couldn't let yourself be controlled by these emotions, not so close to the end.

The song ended on a distorted note and a click as your light steps slowed on the paved stone. When the melody started again, the same melancholic words repeating, you decided that you had enough.

You couldn't bear it. “We should go back.”

You slowly pulled away from him, shivering from the cold air around you from the loss of his embrace but felt his grip over your hand harden, securing you into place. He hadn’t moved, a determined expression displayed over his features, the one he took when he was battling against his emotions.

You looked at him expectantly. “You haven’t changed your mind, have ya? I really can’t convince you to come with me anymore.”

You tried to focus on his touch in order to shut out the now irritable music coming from the window above, to shut out the emotions that threatened to make tears appear at the rim of your eyes. Nothing was as bitter than your heart at that particular moment. 

“I’m sorry.”

He nodded slowly after a long while, his lips curling in bitterness, resignation. When you met his eyes, you could have sworn that the light inside of them had gone, the lively glint inhabiting it. But his hand remained locked with yours, warm and tight.

When you got back to the inn the night had fallen completely.

You often wondered what would have happened if you had listened to your father, if you hadn’t come home from England, stayed away from the war.

Would you still be in your tiny flat, not far from the centre? Would you be worried sick about Tom, as staring at the door he had slammed behind him like he had just left? Would he have even slammed it in anger if he had been the first to leave, and not you? 

By now, the news of his disappearance or potential death must have reached Manchester, and you wondered how you would have felt if you had been on the other side of the mirror. You pictured a devastated Douglas, a lost and helpless Lois listening to the wireless. You couldn't even fathom the state you would have been in, if you weren't here, knowing he was perfectly out of danger, close to being reunited with your parents and having found your brother safe against all odds.

The greatest difference from where you stood was that here, you would have to see him leave, never to come back.

You're taken out of your reveries as you reached a crossroad, one moment Henriette asking you if you were alright, the other the boisterous voice of your brother making your head lift up in a quick motion.

"This is it,"  he announced, examining the sign in front of you. "This way is Châteauroux… where you'd be able to take the train,” he said toward Giulia as he waved somewhere over his right. “And this way is Poitiers. Our path.”

Your feet planted on the ground like they had suddenly grown roots and you felt the oxygen lack in your lungs as you forgot to breathe. You stared at the sign helplessly, trying to comprehend the words written on it, unwilling to.

You barely heard the conversation going vividly around you as the others said goodbye with warm embraces. Your eyes were turned toward Tom, finding him already looking at you and you felt your heart drop in your chest. His blue eyes bright, piercing, his mouth drawn in a tight line. 

Only when the small form of Giulia came to block your vision were you forced to tear your gaze away from him. "Y/N, it was a pleasure meeting you. You really helped."

Your voice seemed to sound far away when you answered clumsily, barely present in the moment with her. 

You felt so empty. "Oh, I, uhm… really?"

"Yes, more than you know."

Her smile managed to snatch one from you, but it didn’t linger as she hugged you kindly. Over her shoulder, you saw your brother shake Tom’s hand and Henriette bid him good luck with a smile, but he barely managed to return it. Instead, silence settled in the air as Giulia let go of you, your gaze fixed on Tom, speechless.

Henriette was the first to speak after a while, clearing her throat awkwardly. "We should give them a minute."

The crunching noise of pebbles on the ground as they stepped away resonated too loudly in your ears. Tom approached you carefully, his fair skin paler than usual against the warm summer air.

You fumbled with your hands, eyes barely able to meet his penetrative ones.

"I guess this is goodbye then," you said, throat achingly dry.

He didn't answer, staring at you relentlessly, making you hyper aware of the scorching heat gradually forming beneath your eyes. "You'll say hi to your father and sister for me, yeah? And to the baby…"

His mouth remained closed as you shifted uncomfortably into place, crushed under his gaze. 

Not having enough of it. 

"Stop looking at me like that…"

His eyes flickered, the softness of his tone surprising you as he parted his lips. "Looking at you like what?"

"Like you're… like you're mad at me."

'I'm not-" he began, shaking his head. "I'm not mad at you, I just… It's just fucking unfair."

You swallowed the sour taste in your mouth. “We’ll see each other again. It doesn’t have to be the end.”

“Then why does it bloody feel like it?”

You couldn't answer, the uncertainty of your lives too much to even think about, rendering promises achingly pointless. You bit the inside of your cheek in a failed attempt to stay composed, but when he lowered his gaze and took your hands in his, you froze.

They were so warm, perfect for you.

"Listen, Y/N, about these three words, these three damn very known words... I really need to say th-"

"No, please Tom, don't," you pleaded, feeling the dampness of your eyes barely holding in. "I can't… I couldn't cope. Please."

His face decomposed, eyes strained sadly upon you, lost. The words burned his tongue, melted his heart. Still, he didn’t say them.

You couldn't bear it, the expression he wore, your own doing. You felt a tear form at the rim of your right eye and you leaned into him, pressing your forehead against his to hide it from him. He sighed against you immediately, eyes closed and hands trailing up your arms.

He felt so good. 

“Don't you dare forget about me, Y/N."

He sought out your lips, his nose digging into your cheek and you caved, melting into his needy kiss. It was slow and painfully sweet, realising that it could be your last. As his hands cupped your face more strongly, calloused fingers burning your numb flesh, you allowed yourself to make it last.

You pulled apart, panting for air as you remained in each other's embrace, your hands pressed against his chest. You found his heart to be beating as fast as yours, as shattered as yours.

After a sharp inhale, you felt it settle gradually as you tried to memorise the feel of him in your mind, to imprint it into your skin. 

"Goodbye, Tom."

You kept your eyes shut as a single tear finally rolled down your cheek, your body aching as you battled against his softening grip. When you pulled away from him sharply, you could only repress a shuddering breath.

You didn't allow yourself to look back until you had reached the others, and when you finally turned, he hadn't moved a muscle, weary eyes strained in you, powerless as he stood in the middle of the path.

It took everything you had not to let more of your tears fall.

Giulia gave you a quick movement of the head before joining him. She had to call his name before he finally followed her. Henriette stroked your back as you watch him reluctantly walk backwards, his eyes not leaving your face.

Maybe it would be easier to just close yours, embrace the darkness, to not witnesses that wretched moment.

But you couldn't, and by the time he had disappeared around a corner, your cheeks had dried and the pain in your stomach had turned dull.

There were still a few more miles until you would reach the bus station, and you couldn't utter a word, barely acknowledging your surroundings as you kept walking.

Only when you were safely seated in the bus did you feel all of the emotion crashing down, true tears being finally released. There was no dull pain anymore, but aching regret clutching at your heart, and you had to press against your chest in an attempt to soothe the pain. 

"Y/N, what's happening?"

You tried to breathe, to remain quiet, but it was too painful. "I should have let him say it… I should have said it back, I should-" you panted in muffled cries as Henriette watched you with worry. "I should have said that I loved him."

You didn't calm down until you arrived at your destination.

Part 10 (and last one.)

Thank you @babyblue711 for you support and amazing beta reading, as always.

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A/N: The installation of antisemitism within the Vichy government occurred much later, the first step with a new Jewish status on October 1940. I fast fowarded it so it can be applied on the story, in July-August 1940. The persecution in Non-Occupied Zone came much later as well, but it didn’t prevent the hate toward the Jews in France. Jew immigrates were, however, arrested during that time, because they weren’t French (who still had some semblance of rights early in the war.) Same goes for the prisoners of war.

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Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Kazansky!OC

Summary: Everyone is eager to prove themselves in the first exercise against Maverick. Their success is a question widely open and the answer is one that none of them will like. Truth is something some of them will like even less so.

Warnings: military inaccuracies

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The aviators had gathered in the aisle between the two rows where the aircrafts stood out on the tarmac. Every plane was ready for flight, and all checks were completed.

“Rooster, Payback, Fanboy you are up first. Get ready to taxi,” Maverick announced pointing at the chosen aviators who nodded. Rooster barely reacted towards Maverick, she noticed. He didn’t nod like Fanboy and Payback did, face emotionless and pointedly staring at a spot that was not Maverick but close enough to not get him heckled for disrespecting a superior. Maverick too noticed. He stumbled in his words for a second before his head snapped back forward. “The rest of you gather in the ready room. You’ll be able to listen to our radio. Dismissed.”

With that, the group dispersed. Rooster was the first one to turn around and march toward his plane, seemingly not able to stand being by Mav anymore. Ana watched him. The way his shoulders were drawn up so high and the powerful strut. He was acting all the way the confident aviator he was but Ana couldn’t help but see the young and broken Teenager just after Maverick’s betrayal. For a moment she glanced back at Maverick, who too watched Rooster. It wasn’t her business, but for the sake of both of them, she hoped they would someday reconcile. Seeing both secretly hurting hurt her too.

Turning back around she saw both Phoenix and Bob waiting a short distance away. Ana smiled at that. They waited patiently for her to catch up in a jog, all three of them walking towards the hangar together after.

“What did Maverick want from you earlier?” Phoenix asked, her curiosity barely hidden behind the nonchalant voice. Bob too looked at her with poorly concealed curiosity. Aviators truly were gossip-hungry tattle tales. She shrugged her shoulders, trying hard to hide the smirk.

“Nothing serious.” 

Phoenix scoffed, “Bullshit,” which made her laugh. The suspicious glance in her old friend's eyes told her Phoenix didn’t believe a word she'd said.

“Okay okay,” Ana relented, “He, uhh, might have caught me stabbing Hangman.” She didn’t like to lie but there was no way she could have told them the truth. She didn’t want to either. And the small half-truth – she had poked Hangman but Mav hadn’t caught her – did its job. Phoenix laughed at the revelation and Bob smiled amused as well.

“Seriously?”

Ana nodded. “He annoyed me so much during the briefing. As if his incessant looking around wasn’t enough he had to keep bouncing his leg under the table.” It had nearly driven her crazy during that moment. One or the other she could have handled but not both.

“He is insufferable.” Phoenix agreed. “You and Rooster got lucky being stationed away from him.”

“See what that brought us.” Now they were all once more together. It felt like a lifetime ago when it had happened before Top Gun.

“You were stationed together?” Both females nodded at Bob’s question.

“Deployed too.”

Up in the ready room, nestled over the hangar with their makeshift classroom, the team had spread out. Halo, Omaha, and Fritz occupied one of the two couches in front of the windows facing the tarmac. While Hangman and Coyote had taken over the other couch. Ana walked past Harvard and Yale at the football table towards the bar counter where Phoenix and Bob had already taken their seats. Directly in front of the radio. She leaned against the wall, mindful of the many class photos hung all over the place.

“Let’s see what the old man has to show.” Ana raised her eyebrow at Hangman’s comment. In a way, she could understand his eagerness to see what Maverick could do. She too was that way, wanting to prove she was better than the older generations, to prove she had all the right for her ego. They all were brimming with eagerness to show their skills. The difference was, she was aware that Maverick too had much to showcase.

“Nah, it won’t be easy,” Fritz said, causing everyone to look at him. He smiled to himself looking up at the ceiling.

“What makes you think that? You know Maverick?” Coyote asked, always quick to jump to Hangman’s defense. Fritz looked over at him, now grinning before he shook his head.

“My CO graduated Top Gun with him and worked with Mav a couple of times afterward too. Said the guy was absolute nuts, a ballsy daredevil flier but by far the best pilot he had ever seen.”

“He hasn’t seen us yet.” Omaha countered with a grin. Before anyone else could add something to the conversation, static started to crack through the radio. Shortly after the voices of Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy trickled in over the transmission as they started their aircrafts and descended into the air.

“Good morning aviators. This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighter maneuvers.

As briefed, today's exercise is dog fighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of 5000 feet." Ana straightened up hearing Maverick’s voice over the radio, her heartbreak had picked up in excitement and nervousness likewise. Intently she kept listening to every word that came over the radio.

"Working as a team you have to shoot me down or else–"

"Or else what, sir?" Payback threw in, causing her lips to twitch upward. He was asking for Maverick to show them off.

"Or else I shoot back. If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose." 

Phoenix and Bob looked at each other, smirking at the confident words of their instructor before they looked back at the radio. Ana grinned. She had a feeling Maverick would surely have something up his sleeve to get the upper hand in the shortest time. 

“That guy needs an ego check,” Hangman mumbled from his position on the couch. In his hands, he held a model of the F-18 which he kept twirling before him. Pushing herself off the wall, she walked over to the couch, dropping into the seat between Hangman and Coyote. “Says the right person.” With a disgruntled look toward her, Coyote stood up. Ana only looked at Hangman, smiling at him to compliment her mocking words.

“Well see to that.” Harvard and Yale who stood on opposite sides of the football table slapped their hands together with a grin. Hangman’s eyes flicked to them for only a second before he eyed Ana again, the plane in his hands still.

“You rooting for Maverick?” She shook her head.

“I’m not rooting for anyone.” That was kinda a lie because she did hope Rooster, Fanboy, and Payback would have a shot against Maverick. But she was also staying realistic. Before Hangman could reply Payback’s voice transmitted through the radio once more.

"What you say we put some skin in the game?"

"What do you have in mind?" Maverick sounded intrigued.

"Whoever gets shot down first has to do 200 push-ups." 

Shaking her head, she cringed. “Don’t do it.” Not that she could influence anything happening up there with her words. But that wouldn’t stop her from willing Payback to let it drop. If they had had a chance beforehand, they didn’t anymore. Without knowing it that little jab had awakened the daredevil residing in Mav. 

"Guys. That's a lot of push-ups." Maverick’s grin could practically be heard in his voice, she could picture it before her. The same grin her godfather possessed whenever he and her father joked about the better wingman or whenever one of her brothers had asked Maverick to play soccer with them.

"They don't call it an exercise for nothing, sir." 

Ana felt Hangman come closer. The blonde pilot leaned into her space to whisper into her ear, “Can you handle that many push-ups?”

She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes and huffed. Instead of answering - she wouldn’t be giving him that satisfaction - she smiled at him, sickly sweet, and asked, “How’s your leg?”

Hangman coked a brow, gauging her words before he started to grin. He opened his mouth, leaning in slightly closer. Before he could, however, the radio diverted her attention away.

"You got yourself a deal, gentlemen. Fight's on. Let's turn and burn." 

Game on. Maverick wouldn’t waste one second to get them. Ana scooted forward in her seat, barely hovering on the couch as she strained her ears to listen to every little noise the radio transmitted. She wanted to know everything that was going on as best as she could. Hangman’s eyes burned into the side of her skull but she didn’t care. If she wanted to have a chance against her godfather she had to gauge how good he was and what his mode of operation was. She wouldn’t hear the aircrafts over the radio, and even less would she be able to see the maneuvers they made. All they got was the transmission from the radios, which frankly spoke on their own.

“Fanboy, you see him?” Rooster sounded still relaxed. Alert but not worried.

“Nothing on the radar up ahead. He must be somewhere behind us.” 

That’s what all of them would have thought. Ana remembered one reunion of her father’s Top Gun class last year or the year before that. How they had talked about the newer generations of aviators and their loss of dog fighting. The younger generation just doesn’t know how to do it anymore. They are too comfortable up there, dropping off bombs from high altitudes with no active enemies in the air. No real threat for a one-on-one fight like we had. They pushed their egos and neglected their skills.

“Damn it!” “What the hell?!” “Shit” 

The shouts jolted her to the edge of her seat. All three of them sounded genuinely shocked, rattled even. With that, the peace was gone. Everyone around her had perked up, now intently listening to the shouts coming over the radio.

“Tally, tally, tally! Mavericks coming in! Break left!”

“Payback, where’s your wingman?”

“Rooster, where are you?”

“I got your back. I’m coming. Hang in there. Hang in there.”

“Hurry up, man. Hurry up.” 

Listening to the events without being able to see or even intervene was nerve-wracking. Even if it was just an exercise without any real weapons, the reality could easily look like that one day. Sooner rather than later for them if they were chosen for the mission.

It was as if static had settled over her, the shouts of the radio went over her head as Ana dwindled deeper into her thoughts, until she picked up something else.

“Rooster just saved your life fellas. But it’s gonna cost him.” “Not this time, old man.”

Just as she had thought, Maverick had decimated them in the first training exercise. She had known how good he was but seeing Maverick in action was something entirely different from hearing the stories about him.

Not that Ana had actually thought she could defeat Maverick. She was proud and confident in her talents but she wasn’t stupid. Maverick was perhaps the greatest pilot the Navy had ever seen. 

They hadn’t had a chance. Not a single one of them. 

One after one Maverick had taken them out of the field, locking onto them with his weapon systems and sending them back to do their 200 pushups. Her arms still hurt just from thinking about it. Only the sting of defeat and the scratch to her ego hurt more.

“He’ll come around,” Ana spoke up as Hondo walked up to her shaking his head and sighing heavily. Biting her lip she looked over his shoulder back at Rooster out on the tarmac. Once again he had gotten a punishment for losing to Maverick. Not only losing. He had pulled a far riskier stunt this time. Both he and Maverick. She was sure her godfather was still getting his ass chewed by Cyclone at this moment.

“I’m not so sure.” Hondo looked back too, eyeing Rooster who had by now stopped with the pushups. Phoenix was by his side, crouching before him. Ana remembered the comment she had made about him, telling Payback and Fanboy about his attitude. They had all been in the ready room, listening to the radio transmission during the exercise and then further seen how only Rooster had to do the push-ups.

“He will.” Truthfully she wasn’t sure when. “He resents Mav for what he did but deep down he still loves and cares for him. Rooster has always been a Maverick boy.” Rooster hadn’t taken his betrayal lightly. There had been a permanent scar etched into his heart that no one could fill. At least no one that wasn’t called Maverick. “Loving him despite what happened is what is causing Rooster to be so resentful. I’ve never seen him lash out like that before. He can’t hate him even if he wants to.” He was deeply hurt. And hurt was worse than any other feeling. It dug deeper. Like a parasite it could bury itself in place, remaining for an infinite amount of time.

“Don’t worry,” she told Hondo once more before Phoenix standing up on the tarmac pulled her attention. Hondo understood, nodding at her and motioning in the direction of the two. She had been waiting there to catch Rooster. Nodding at Hondo she turned around and started walking toward the two of them.

Phoenix and her locked eyes as they approached one another. With a couple of meters of distance still between them, she stopped again, waiting for Phoenix to walk by. Her colleague eyed her from the side while she passed by, but by then Ana’s eyes had already settled onto Rooster again.

“Hey Brads,” she greeted him with the old nickname they had come up with as kids. He didn’t look angry anymore, rather sad but she could still feel the tension rolling off of him in tight waves. In one swift motion Rooster sprang up to his feet, ready to stomp past her. “Hey,” she put her hand on his chest to stop him from simply brushing past her. He wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Come on, don’t treat me like that too. I’ve got nothing to do with this,” she told him. Rooster narrowed his eyes at her, jaw set tight.

"Oh, yeah?" His voice sounded clipped and she noticed how his hands had balled into fists. “Because it doesn’t feel like that. You seem to still be getting along really well with Maverick.”

She sighed and shook her head, “He is my godfather Bradley. What do you expect me to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe not be such a hypocrite and kiss his ass like he didn’t betray family.”

“Listen I know what you are thinking, you are hurt and you want to lash out, but you can’t let what happened with Maverick get to you.” Rooster scoffed loudly and pushed her hand away from him.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. You can’t let that cloud your head and influence the mission! Maverick is the instructor, and what? That doesn’t mean you aren’t a good pilot or that you haven’t made it that far despite what he did.”

She got the feeling Rooster wasn’t even listening to her. The words didn’t seem to reach him. “I’m not saying you can’t be angry at him or that you should forgive him…just focus on what’s important right now.”

“Like him pulling my papers wasn’t important! Of course, you would say that. He didn’t sabotage your career.”

“Right now the only one sabotaging your career is yourself. Don’t sabotage yourself in this mission just because Maverick is here.” Clenching his jaw even tighter, Rooster narrowed his eyes at her. All the brimming hurt and resulting anger focused solely on her.

“Back off,” Rooster snapped. “How about you mind your own business for once. Have I ever said something about your decisions Lawson?

I’d tune down the lecture in morale if I was you. At least I’m not deceiving everyone around me.” 

His words were a direct hit. Ana felt her composure crumble. Her face fell, then her shoulders. She felt any strength bleed out of her. At the same time, she was rooted to the spot, her feet suddenly as heavy as lead. Her mind tumbled, she wanted to say something back to him. How that wasn’t fair, how he knew why she did it and that she was trying to help him. Anything really.

Rooster stared at her for another moment, emotions wildly swaying in his eyes like the sea in the middle of a storm. She thought to have spied some regret flash in his eyes just before he averted his sight. Truthfully she wasn’t sure, maybe she had only hoped to have it seen. Rooster dashed by her, taking a prominent step around before he stormed past towards the hangar.

Slowly she turned around and watched his back retreat.

“Coward.” 

Anger spiked in her belly, roused by the hurt of his venomous attack. It wasn’t right of Rooster to say these words to her. Deep down she knew he hadn’t meant it, she had poked him while she had only meant to help.

But his words also made her wonder. Was there some truth behind them? Hiding her identity had never been easy for her. It surely hadn’t been an easy decision. She had struggled many times with it.

Movement caught her eye. To the side at the wall of the hangar leaned a certain blonde aviator. His flight suit was tied around his waist, chest clad only in the black tank they wore under the suit. The way his arms were crossed in front of his chest accentuated his bulging muscles. Strong arms and even stronger shoulders with a sunkissed tan.

Whatever he wanted, she was not in the mood for. With a small huff Ana walked towards the hangar, hoping she could simply walk past him. Of course, Hangman didn’t grant her this.

When he saw her approaching he pushed off the wall. The setting sun on her back made her shiver, even if the weather was still warm, there was a slight breeze brushing against her bare arms.

“What was that?”, he asked her as she came into earshot.

“What was what?”, she brushed him off.

“You and Rooster. He looked real happy with you.” She rolled her eyes at the jab. Of course, he had to poke around now.

“None of your business. What do you want?” Ana’s voice shook with poorly concealed hurt. She looked away, not wanting to see the cocky grin that would surely be etched onto his face.

It wasn’t.

Instead, Hangman eyed her carefully, not entirely believing how she brushed it just off. To him, it had looked like quite the argument and she looked more than upset about whatever Rooster had said.

“You alright?” 

She eyed him suspiciously. Her raised eyebrow was a silent question if he truly wanted her to answer that. Ana pondered but in the end decided against it.

“What do you want, Hangman?” she asked him instead, tone of voice now much sharper than before. She was getting annoyed and huffy with him.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Did what? I thought you were intelligent. Right now it seems you can’t even string a simple sentence together,” she mocked.

“Why did you put your jet between Maverick and your wingmen?” Ah, so that was what he was about: the training. “You could have gotten Maverick, even before he had gotten them. What you did was stupid.”

“Looking out for and saving my wingman is stupid?” She guffawed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing here. Then again Hangman was notorious for using others as bait. She had heard it firsthand in his exercise when he had hung up and caused Phoenix and Bob to be killed.

“It is if you can get a shot at the enemy.”

“Yeah and get my wingman killed,” she shot back.

“Look, you were the only other person besides me that managed to hold Maverick off for a substantial amount of time. Hell, you could have even gotten him. There was a perfect window for you to shoot him before he had gotten your wingman had you not decided to have a heroism complex and sacrifice yourself for them.”

“No wonder this comes from someone who is notoriously known to let anyone hang. Don’t think you are giving me advice, Hangman. I don’t need your insight. I’d rather sacrifice myself and save my colleagues than have to witness them die.”

"Can't watch anyone die if there is no one to die beside you."

She stopped and looked back at him. He looked serious, somewhat glum even. But what surprised her the most was the rawness of his voice, revealing something deeper behind his stone-cold wall.

"That's really what you believe?" There was no bite behind her voice anymore, just a slight waiver as she looked at him. Really looked at him. For a moment she thought to see behind the facade that was Hangman and catch a glimpse of Jake.

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[cosmons]

Moth To A Flame — 03. Don’t jinx it (half-written)

You would’ve made a new friend had it not been the anxiety building up in your body causing the words of a compliment coming to a halt. ‘An idiot’ you thought, ‘I look like an idiot.’

This morning had gone by with you dreading, as you watch all your friends scatter around the school building. Minji had kissed you goodbye after dropping you off in front of your classroom, “it’s not like we all have different classes y/n your gonna see Hanni next period” she reassures, patting you back, “plus this is your opportunity to make new friends and tell them about how your girlfriend is running for student council.”

“Is that all you care about?”

“Of course not! I’m only joking silly” she laughs, “but seriously you’ll be fine. A little compliment aimed at the person next to you should do the trick at making a friend.”

“I guess I’ll just try that” you trail off, looking at the hallways emptying as students quickly slip into their classrooms, “alright I’ll see you later min go to class before you get your ass beat on the first day.” You peck her lips before ushering her toward the stairwell where her class was a floor above you.

The only person nearest to you was Danielle, who was a few classrooms down from you.

But being near wasn’t enough, you wished she was next to you so you could easily avoid a conversation with an unfamiliar face that would be too awkward for you to handle, since first conversations are always held with loads of overwhelming tension.

You were already facing the said girl next to you, who, by the way, hasn’t noticed your presence. With a mouth slowly a gape with words at the tip of your tongue and eyes that held nothing but a blank stare. Immediately you redact and return facing forward toward the teacher scribbling about classroom rules no one was gonna follow anyway, but to everyone’s dismay it’s important to talk about, to ‘keep the class in tact’ they say.

The monotonous voice your teacher had made you wonder if you were destined to fail English literature, his voice was enough to lull you to sleep.

You itched for an interaction from someone that’s wasn’t in his mid fifties talking about not being allowed to eat in class.

Nerves built up in your body, you were nervous about interacting with the girl next to you, the reason? It’s unknown.

A compliment shouldn’t be so nerve wracking to say, it’s just a small sentence starter that might blossom in a conversation if you keep persuading at it.

You aren’t out going but you also aren’t an introvert, you can handle and maintain conversations although you can’t seem to initiate one.

‘Come on y/n don’t be coward’

You push, or try to, push all the nerves and butterflies swarming in your stomach out the way, seemingly forcing words out your throat.

“Hey girl, what’s your name?” your words merely come in a whisper, “your frog ring is really cute, where’d you get it from?.” Immediately you cringe, wanting to back out before the latter could even reply.

Can a hole appear under my chair and swallow me already?

You bit your lip when the girl seemed to perk up at your words. It seemed like it took a good two minutes for the words to process into her head once she realizes you were talking to her, her gaze shifts onto you with a welcoming smile.

She faces you completely now, and that’s when you realize the hairs poking out of her hoodie wasn’t even orange, it was more red. Mentally, you face palm, ‘she’s not a ginger, I can’t even distinguish colors anymore’

“Its Kyujin and thank you” her smile stretches upon her lips, “Its a friendship ring with my two other friends, one of them has a mom who owns a jewelry shop down town so it was made there” She follows suit, fiddling with the green polished ring with little details displaying an animal on her slender finger.

Her voice was soft, and you were glad of her friendly aura, she seemed like quite the talker which automatically ceased any awkward bone in your body.

“What’s your name?” She adds, forgetting she hadn’t even asked, her face displays a small shade of red in embarrassment for forgetting.

This went unnoticed by you, “I’m y/n.” You reply smoothly, “I knew someone who’s mom owned a jewelry shop down town as well.” It was something you didn’t wanna bring up, due to the bittersweet memories that followed suit with it, but if you wanted a friend in a class where you knew nobody, you knew you had to speak up.

“What a coincidence” she chuckles, “maybe it’s the same person?”

Your heart drops at her words and you wave her off with your hands, “oh I doubt that.. the girl moved schools.”

You continue to watch her fiddle with the ring with curiosity filling your eyes, initials flash on one side of the ring and your eyes gaze upon three letters in black ink.

‘khe’ the ring read.

“My friend was actually supposed to move schools but she decided against it.” She looks at you, with a shrug, “something about the track team being worse over there compared to here.”

You furrow your eyebrows at her words, it shone a hint of familiarity to you, ‘do we know the same person?’ The thought crashes into your mind but you brush it off as a simple coincidence, like Kyujin had said. “Imagine it is the same person, how crazy would that be?”

“Very” she chuckles, “but I mean, does the name hae-”

“Class dismissed!” A booming sound from the man standing before you rings in your ears.

The bell sounds after and you look at her with a frown, how did time go by that quick? You could’ve sworn you just started the conversation five minutes ago. Had you wished the conversation continued you could’ve scored a new number in your contacts.

You swing your bag onto your shoulders, “sorry for the cut off Kyujin, but what was the name?” Tilting your head in curiosity.

She shakes her head, “Sorry y/n I would love to tell you about her and all but I really gotta go, my history class is in the fourth floor and I don’t wanna be late.” She jumps onto her feet, pacing toward the door, “I’ll see you around though!” She yells.

You blink and she’s gone, “that was quick” you mutter, if she had enough time to say all that she could’ve said that girls name. You walk out the classroom without a rush compared to Kyujin who just ran out, but you understood why and your next class was on the same floor your currently in, thank god.

Your stomach begins to churn at the conversation when you recall it, something about the initial on her ring and the name she was about to say was all too familiar, you had a gut feeling something was up.

‘The girls name starting with a H and her first three letters to her name is Hae.. am I assuming things right now?’ You wonder. Curse the time for cutting her sentence short, now you’ll only be focused on the name she was about to say, or more so, could’ve said.

It would be crazy if the girl she knew and was talking about was the same girl you once knew wouldn’t it?

You couldn’t seem to shake off the sudden unease you felt.

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a/n: guys mi cumpleaños is today lolol and this wasn’t that proof read (oops)

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[shywhumpauthor]

Two Weeks of Whump—Day One

Poker // Shock Collar // Ashes

TWOW Masterlist

Cw: capture, torture, restraints, mentioned gagging/blindfolding, noncon partial/mostly nudity, noncon touching, collar, injuries, abuse, manhandling, dehumanization, degrading, some themes of noncon (not mentioned, potentially implied, up to interpretation)

“My god,” the sidekick chided, their chin jutting forwards as they looked down at the villain, a cruel grin twisted across their lips. “You really are nothing without your scary little mask and your weapons, huh?”

Below them, Villain cringed back, curling in on themself like that would do anything to deter Sidekick’s attention. They were alone in the room, in an Agency’s holding cell, bare except for a table bolted to the concrete floor against the far wall and the two metal folding chairs, one on either side. Just behind that table was a thick industrial door, closed and secured tightly with only a small window allowing sight inside. There were no cameras, no glass. Only a panel of fluorescent lights fixed to the center of the ceiling, starkly illuminating the splattered speckles of blood across the floor.

Their recoil only prompted another sharp laugh. Sidekick crouched down in a smooth motion, their fist lashing out to grab a handful of the villain’s hair, dragging them up from the floor. With their hands bound tightly behind their back, thick wire cables slitting against their wrists and their ankles bound in a similar manner, they couldn’t do anything more than flinch back.

“Shit, if only the city knew how goddamn pathetic you were beneath that suit,” Sidekick shook their head, amusement flickering behind their cold eyes as they looked Villain over. Their uniform had been stripped from them, ripped away from their struggling limbs until they were all but naked, only left with their underwear. They were completely exposed, every bruise and scrape and scar from dozens of past fights with the heroes on clear display. An angry bruise bloomed across their abdomen from where Sidekick’s fist had landed numerous blows, even after they had been subdued and restrained on the field.

“I mean, you’re nothing! Seriously,” Sidekick’s other hand raised to grab Villain by the jaw, tugging their head to the side so Sidekick could examine their array of injuries. “Where’s all that confidence, all that fight you had?”

Sidekick’s thumb dug hard against a bruise along Villain’s cheekbone, the defeating blow Villain had suffered during the battle, which had stunned them long enough for Sidekick to take the advantage. Villain hissed, a breath of air sucked through their teeth as pain pulsed from the injury. Sidekick smirked.

“Fuck, I can’t wait until Hero gets back. They said that they wanted to be the one to finally beat you, but you snooze you lose.” Sidekick’s hand dragged down to Villain’s chin, the pad of their thumb pulling at their split bottom lip. “I don’t think they’ll mind too much though, once they see you like this.”

Villain tried to tug their face away from the sidekick once more, but Sidekick gave their hair a sharp wrench, nails digging into their jaw.

“They’re off on a big mission right now, you know? They said your pathetic little attempts weren’t worth their time today. So they sent me. And boy aren’t you glad they did.” Sidekick’s hand was moving again, dragging down below their chin, sliding to rest over their neck. They could feel Villain’s pulse beating against their fingertips, quickening as Sidekick let their thumb press lightly against Villain’s throat.

“Ssh- st’p,” Villain croaked out, a hot tear trickling down from the corner of their eye. Their protest only seemed to further encourage Hero’s apprentice.

“Oh Villain,” they clicked their tongue, giving the other a wolffish grin before they shoved the criminal back to the ground, swinging their leg to straddle Villain’s hips. Their hand remained against Villain’s neck, pinning them against the concrete. “Poor, stupid Villain.” Villain let out a small gasp as Sidekick’s grip tightened, hindering their breath.

“Haven’t you realized? You’re powerless. There is nothing you can do. No one to help you.”

Sidekick brought their other hand to Villain’s face, roughly patting their cheek.

“Poor, stupid, sad, dumb little Villain,” they laughed, resting their hand in place as Villain wheezed a breath, trying to twist their head to the side. “It’s almost disappointing. I was hoping for more from the big bad Villain.”

“But, that doesn’t mean we still can’t have fun. How nice would it be if we put together a little surprise for Hero? Think of how thrilled they would be if the came back and you were completely and hopelessly broken. Not that you’re that far from there now,” Sidekick frowned, letting their hand skip from Villain’s cheek to their chest, flicking their collarbone before moving to press flat against their sternum, pushing down against the bare skin and forcing the air from Villain’s lungs. Their hand felt awful against bare skin, cold as ice and rough nails biting flesh. With the hand against their neck, the exhale was turned into a cough, one that wouldn’t allow them to draw the breath back in.

“I know just the thing,” Sidekick suddenly smiled, letting go of Villain and standing up, legs still firmly planted to either side of the criminal’s waist. “Don’t go anywhere while I’m gone,” they cackled, raising their foot and stomping down hard on Villain’s abdomen as they stepped over them.

The criminal heaved, breaking down as coughs scraped against the inside of their raw throat. They gasped, barely managing to roll onto their side as Sidekick all but skipped across the room, slipping out the door.

It took Villain a minute to collect themself, letting their temple rest against the cold floor. It felt nice against their flushed face, soothing a fraction of the headache that built behind their skull.

They couldn’t even start to process all of the emotions bubbling inside their chest. Terror spiked adrenaline through their veins, limbs twitching against their restraints. Anticipation like ice crept up their fingertips, slowly turning their hands numb—though that might have also been from the cords cutting off their circulation. Pain and anger hammered behind their eyes, tears slipping and falling down their nose to the ground. Resentment bubbled in their stomach, along with a faint prickle of rejection. Hero had been their only hope, when they had been gagged, blindfolded, and thrown into the back of an Agency van. Unlike their twisted, sadistic sidekick, Hero was good. Moral. With them, Villain would be facing prison, which seemed almost wishful compared to being trapped here, alone with sidekick. Hero wouldn’t have let this happen.

Villain flinched as the door slammed open, steel bouncing off the tiled wall as Sidekick strutted back in, kicking it closed behind them. The criminal raised their gaze, eyes red with tears, swollen with bruises and exhaustion, sniffling as they blinked to try and make out Sidekick’s form.

“We’ve only ever used these on the big supervillains, the ones with powers and whatever,” Sidekick began, stepping closer. They held something in their hand, a ring of sorts. The closer they got, the cleared Villain could make it out, until Sidekick pushed the criminal over with their foot, knocking them onto their back once more. “It’s really cool, actually. It gives them a nice little shock anytime they’re out of control, and it restricts their powers.”

Sidekick dropped down once again, their knee digging against Villain’s stomach as they settled on top of the other. They dangled the collar close to Villain’s face, letting them take in every small detail. The leather band was thick and dark, heavy with smooth sides. The silver buckle was bulky and undone, the two loose ends held in Sidekick’s fist to keep its curve. Attached to the back was a matching silver box, reflective in the light. It was fixed firmly to the leather with screws that went through the band and clips that hooked over either side. Along the inside from where the box protruded there were two dulled prongs, sticking out maybe three quarters of an inch.

“I can adjust the intensity right from the remote, duration, all that fun stuff,” Sidekick rambled, sitting back their weight as they dug a hand into their pants pocket, pulling out the aforementioned remote and waving it in Villain’s face. “It also has an automatic function, so try not to scream too much, m’kay? Loud noises tend to set it off.”

Sidekick dropped the remote to the side, not far out of reach.

“Now come on, lift up your head. If you behave, I’ll go easy on you,” they hummed, not giving Villain a chance to follow the order on their own will before they grabbed a fistful of the criminal’s hair, tugging them to an awkward half-raised position, trapped against Sidekick’s body. “Maybeee.”

Upon realizing the impracticality of the position, Sidekick dropped them once more, rolling to the side and shoving the criminal over to their stomach. There was nothing but cruel force behind their touch as they wound their fist into Villain’s hair, dragging them to their knees. Their breath caught in a sharp hiss, pain sparking along their scalp, and Sidekick just grinned.

“Better get used to this now, mutt,” Sidekick jerked them back, grip rough and forceful as they wrapped the collar around Villain’s throat, the prongs digging deep into their windpipe, making them gag on their own breath. “You’re gonna be spending a lot of time on your knees from now on.”

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@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Should I make a tag list for this challenge? I don’t think the other ones are going to be as long as this, but I think this makes for a strong start.

I actually kinda like this, a lot. I wouldn’t be opposed to a continuation if anyone’s interested

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[lawlietscaramels]

okay okay okay I know you said no stories (understandable the holidays wiped me out too agshwsj) but I just got this random idea in my head and I could wait...!

So you know how voice filters are so normal now? even copying VA's to a seriously convincing level. What if people started using L's usual voice filter? Like nothing malicious, just people posting the craziest shit using THE detective L voice.

voice clips, shit posts, thirst traps, tiktok sounds of his public challenge on kira, people hating and simping on main and L can only helplessly watch. His pride won't allow him to change the filter he uses he made that himself it's his damnit! it'd be useless anyways, they'd just copy that too .

What can he do? are there legal repercussions? can he even copyright that? or is he doomed to be the biggest meme for the next 3 months like all public figures are subject to in life? Does L even notice?

So can I request an L-centric headcanon for this? You don't have to do it right away! Write whenever you feel like it! I just thought it'd be funny. Have a happy holiday!✨

–🍰 anon

That's My Voice! ╾ L

PFFTJSBAHHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE?! this is the best way to start of 2024 pfft

also I have rested and relaxationed™ so I am doing a hc/story snippet mix!

okay okay yes. let's go.

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It's hard to say how quickly L would notice if this happened. Perhaps on the first day; perhaps he'd remain oblivious until it all blew over. the former is more likely than the latter.

but oh gosh once he notices...

Putting the key in the lock and turning it, you expected to find L standing right in the doorframe to greet you, the affectionate weirdo that he is. But he's staring in horror at one of the monitors lighting the room, mouth wide open and a lollipop forgotten in his mouth.

"y/n, they've stolen my voice!"

he probably hasn't encountered this kind of technology outside of like, criminals faking voices to commit crime or whatever so he's completely confused as to how and why ordinary citizens are using the voice filter he spent months of his childhood tinkering with.

they should make their own! can't he use copyright or something?!

"Oh, don't worry so much, L. It's just a trend, it will blow over quickly! There is no harm in them having fun."

He throws his arms in the air and for a moment you're concerned he's going to tip his seat over again. "What do you mean there's no harm?! They are 'simping,'" with the most dramatic air quotes you have ever seenー L must have learnt the term and immediately decided it did not deserve to be a wordー "for a cartoon man named Miguel from Arachnid-Man! In my voice, y/n!"

And you burst out laughing, which doesn't seem to help at all.

L goes silent and furious for a good hour as he desperately searches for a way to stop this from happening. I don't know the copyright laws myself, but I imagine as it isn't L's real voice and he likely wouldn't have seen the need to apply for a patent (or whatever equivalent there is to protect a voice filter), he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

he would still seriously consider taking these good-for-nothings to court though...

You watch with both a- and bemusement as L taps his bottom lip over and over, fast.

"L," you say, "what are you thinking?"

It's not a good sign when that British accent begins to fall over his words. "I am weighing up how likely it is I would win a court case to sue for millions, strip these imbeciles of the right to technology, and publicly humiliate them. Do you think we could bring back tar-and-feathering...?"

DO NO T LET HIM. hahags it will take a solid hour or more of convincing but L will eventually give up, pouting and dedicatedly following the hashtag #iamLtoo

he might actually learn a lot about popular culture

he might also fall out of his chair in shock and cry

so, you win some, you lose some. maybe it's best to just take away his browsing privileges and remind him of whatever case he's working on. DISTRACT DISTRACT!

you're right, his pride would definitely stop him from trying to stop these "trollers" (he called them trolleys at least three times) via changing his voice filter. He made it himself, he won't give it up because of some teen living in their parents' garage!!! Though he might try to rig a program to detect people using it and delete their accounts or whatever

not sure how to segue into this one but here's another story bit

After finally calming L down and reminding him the tar-and-feather punishment was abolished for a reason, you manage to get into bed for some rest. To your surprise, L joins you, staring expressionlessly at the ceiling. This is what he always does when thinking, so you assume his mind is on the case and he's forgotten about the whole voice fiasco until he starts... cackling.

"L..."

Yep, there's a good chance he'll swing from "this is the most horrible thing that's ever happened to me ever!!??'!;;'!;';!!;"! :(" to quoting the memes.

he might actually really enjoy some of them.

though it's hard to tell if he genuinely thinks some of what these "trolleys" are doing is creative and amusing or if it's just a coping strategy for the next few months.

well, that is until he makes a subtle reference to the most viral of the videos in his next address to the public...

after that I'm afraid the craze sets off once again

L will sit back and watch with a smile

though if one of the uses of his voice filter insults him the whole thing is shut down faster than you can say tar-and-feathers

"You're a strange man, you know that?"

"So is this 'Miguel' character."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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[butterfluffy]

The embarrassment story with Marco was what I needed after a bad exam, it make me laugh

Can you do it with Shanks, because I’m sure that Shanks would not be vey embarrassed, but what would he do?

“kiss me!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· shanks is a romantic dork, and he's a big. fucking. tease—so upon asking him a small favor, he couldn't help himself and just be the tease he is.

⠀⠀➧ fluff, suggestive | shanks × gn!reader | scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! this is suggestive, and ofc, swearing and mistakes may be present.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “kiss me!” special made to celebrate this account reaching 400+ followers! visit it to see more.

this is the shanks version as requested by u anon! deep apologies for the HUGE delay.

Red Hair Shanks—an emperor of the sea who is feared by most is surprisingly your lover who in reality is a lovable dork and of course;

A tease. A big fucking tease, and you know this very well, so you best avoid doing or saying anything that can cause his ego to swell, resulting to him being cocky about it, and turning into a tease.

But it's unavoidable. Especially when he's just... So fucking irresistible.

“Fuck, Shanks..” You muttered upon catching the red haired man relax himself on his seat across the room, being effortlessly hot.

You can't help it. His charm is too strong for you. He's being too much just by sitting there, legs wide open, and his back leaning on the furniture he's on. His shirt's collar messy, and shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his abs that's just—

“Shanks?” You called with a gulp, immediately grabbing the attention of your lover who turned his head on your direction, tilting it.

“Yeah? Is there anything you need, babe?” He asks, standing up then walking towards your direction—now sitting on the crate beside you to chat. His glossy lips that were wet from the sake he had drunk slightly pushing forward to a pout, captivating you completely.

“Well... I, uhm..” Eyes wandering around, you swallowed your words back—not wanting to say them by the fear of getting your lover worked up for that something you've been aching for.

“Babe, if you want something, don't be shy and just tell it. I'd give it to ya, no matter what it is! Haha!” Flashing a bright smile, Shanks then placed his hand on yours, caressing it while you have an internal crisis...

You definitely shouldn't tell him what you're aching for—or you'll end up a blushing mess from his teasing, however, you couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Can I.. Ugh—y'know what, just—”

“Kiss me, Shanks.” You demanded after a small hesitation, words said between sighs, soon being bashful from what you had demanded from your lover just now.

“O-Oh..?” Shanks stammered, shocked of your sudden boldness, obvious from the way his cheeks slightly reddening and by the way his sweat trickled down his chin, gulping loudly as your face approached his with such seriousness.

“Shanks, you heard me, didn't you?” You hummed, now sitting on his lap, eyeing him down like a hawk looking at its prey—

“Aaahhh.. Shit babe, yes, I did.” He groans, hand pushing your head down to his face, kissing you in a hot manner with eyes closed, fulfilling your demand.

“Damn.” He slips out, pulling out for a moment to catch his breath as you tugged the corner of your lips down, kissing him again hungrily, not even allowing him to breathe.

“You're eager, aren't ya?” He teased, pulling away once again, a smirk seen in his face. Now regaining his composure.

“You're making it so obvious that you want me real bad, Y/n..” Snickering, Shanks then went on to tease you as per usual, his words getting that blush on your face.

“Shut it and just kiss me already.” You huffed, kissing him again as your hands trailed on his broad chest, mewls escaping your lips.

“I love you so much, and I want to show it to you, Y/n.” Licking his lips, Shanks pushed you down the floor, lips going around your neck, chin, and finally going back to your lips.

“Then show it—”

As soon as you replied to him, you two were suddenly interrupted by the first mate who stood by the door in disgust.

“..What the fuck? On the floor, really?” Benn grumbled, massaging his temple, having enough stress from seeing too much of Shanks' fuckery...

“Ah, Beck! Heya, wanna join—” Shanks said with a smile, joking to his first mate who immediately slammed the door close, cursing him. “Fuck no, you disgusting shit!”

© butterfluffy 2022

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