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[hypotheticalskinarios]

So there she sat...alone at the bar. Now she didn't come here alone mind you. She had come with some friends to see a fairly well known band who had come to town, but as soon as the band left the stage, her friends left the bar.

She had decided to stay obviously. She wasn't looking for anything more than a few more drinks on a Friday night, but then on the other hand, she also wasn't looking for anything the night that she'd met a married couple who had opened her eyes, as well as other things up to a whole new lifestyle by turning her into their own personal mythical creature for the better part of a calendar year.

So as she sat here people watching, she noticed a couple down at the bar who seemed about the same ages as her old friends. She wondered to herself who they might be behind closed doors, but then again, she wondered that about every couple that she encountered since her eyes had been opened to a new world...regardless of age.

She crossed momentary glances with the wife as she watched them, so she smiled awkwardly before turning her gaze to the rows of liquor bottles in front of her. She was considering her next drink when she heard a woman's voice in her ear.

"Hey honey...I'm Tiffany" she heard the anonymous wife from the end of the bar say "now there are at least ten men here just waiting to pounce on you...so would you like to join my husband and I?" "I would actually like that very much" she replied "and my name is Esvie...it's very nice to meet you."

So she joined Tiffany and her husband Cole in a recently vacated booth in the back corner of the bar. They drank...and chatted...and drank. Her new friends were apparently fans of the band who had come in from out of town. After awhile, she had to pee...so she excused herself to the restroom. Once she was finished, she opened the stall door to find Tiffany standing there...who pushed her back into it and closed the door behind them. "I didn't want to do this out there" she said "since I thought that you might have friends here" before kissing her directly on the lips. "I recognized the look in your eye immediately" she went on to say "and we're staying in the hotel across the street if you'd care to join us tonight. Oh...and by the way...I wasn't saving you from every guy out there, I was stealing you from them."

"Why thank you" she replied "and I would love to join you both if you'll have me." "Oh...we'll have you alright" Tiffany told her with a devilish grin.

They left the restroom now, and she stopped at the bar to close out her tab, but the bartender just handed her her card...informing her that her friend over in the booth had picked it up for her.

So they exited the bar and headed to the hotel just across the street. Once they were in the room, Tiffany told her "Now there's no pressure honey...we're just going to do what we'd do if you weren't here, and if you'd like to join us at any point, then we would be glad to have you."

She then sat down in a chair...and watched two near strangers strip down to unadulterated nudity. They began to kiss right there in front of her, but it was MORE than kissing. She wouldn't have exactly quantified it as making out either...as that term felt rather juvenile for the aggressiveness of what they were doing. He began to grow noticeably harder now, so she took him into her hand and led him over to the bed.

As she sat there in her chair, with the perfect view of a wife happily sucking her husband's cock, she began to touch herself through her jeans without even realizing it...and when she finally did, she stood up from her chair and stripped every bit as naked as they were.

She walked over to the bed now and watched this noticeably older woman orally satisfy her husband...taking notes in her own head about what he seemed to enjoy. Then she politely tapped Tiffany on the shoulder and asked if she could cut in.

She swiftly pulled away from him, and said "Of course you can honey." Then she moved over to the side of Cole...allowing their new friend to take her place between his legs. Esvie leaned in without giving it a second thought..and resumed sucking him before he could lose even a single measure of girth.

As she continued to deep throat this man's very formidable cock, she felt Tiffany rub her back slowly up and down from her neck to her waist... her hand moving gradually down further each time. She continued to suck him like she had seen his wife do...as she felt that very same wife's hand move over the contour of her ass which was well above her own shoulders. She pulled off of him slightly and began to lick the head of his cock in a circular motion...just as she felt two unmistakably female fingers enter her from behind.

"Actually" she heard in her peripheral "I have a better idea." Tiffany backed away from her now...and lay down next to her husband...before telling their new friend that this particular hotel had a "seafood option as well" as she so eloquently put it. Then she made her wishes abundantly clear by saying how the clam was especially delicious this time of year.

Without even missing a beat, she vacated the turf in favor of the surf...positioning herself between the Mrs' legs with her ass in the air once more...and she began to lick her hostess's pussy just as Cole set up camp on his knees behind her.

She lurched forward now as he entered her...getting an unexpected mouthful Tiffany's soft blonde pubic hair..and the first thing that struck her was how his penis felt like a time machine of sorts...dredging up long forgotten memories of the last couple who had shared her.

She gripped Tiffany's hips now...thumbs firm against her hip bones as Cole began to legitimately fuck her from behind. It was almost overwhelming, so instead of making a scene that could have very well gotten this nice couple kicked out into the street, she planted her face directly between his wife's legs once again.

She let her tongue do her screaming for her...licking this beautiful woman's equally beautiful pussy with reckless abandon as she weathered blow after blow to her own....courtesy of a man whom she'd known for probably less than ninety minutes at this point.

Even in this state of confused euphoria, she knew that she wanted to feel the entirety of this beautiful woman's body against her own, so as he pulled out of her, she crawled forward so that she was directly over her fast friend...eye to eye.

"Wow...I didn't realize just how beautiful your brown eyes are Esvie" Tiffany told her, to which she replied "thank you"...just before kissing her voraciously. Cole obviously knew what she was up to, so he moved up the bed and placed his hands on her hips. She originally thought that he might alternate penetrating them both given the position, but slid his cock into his wife only...which she found oddly sweet under the circumstances.

So here she was...the woman alone at the bar, on top of another woman...stomach to stomach...breast to breast...and lips to lips...seemingly protecting her from an incoming hurricane...as this same woman's husband fucked his wife as if they were in their very own marital bed back at home.

"Move up" Tiffany growled at her now...so she did...until there was a hotel room wall firm against her hands and another woman's tongue equally firm against her clitoris.

The wife reciprocated her earlier oral offerings now...savagley eating her pussy whilst being fucked by her husband in a rented bed. She could feel herself growing closer to orgasm now as she grinded her hips against the lower half of this lovely woman's face.

It was definitely happening and there was no way of stopping it, so she knew that she had to get the fuck outta Dodge before she drowned her new friend without even getting her contact info first.

Well she was right as rain, pun not intended, because as soon as she threw herself off of Tiffany and landed ass first on the bed, it took barely a single finger's graze of her clitoris to completely soak the comforter between her knees.

So as she lie there...cumming for what felt like an eternity, she looked over at two people who couldn't have been more oblivious to what was happening right next to them...and that kind of focus on one another turned her on just as much as anything that had happened up to this point.

They soon joined her...climaxing simultaneously, which she didn't think for a second was coincidental, as much as the product of years of willing practice and reps.

Now that the dust had settled, here they were...three naked people lying on the same hotel room bed. Cole soon got up to go take his "post jizz whiz" as he liked to call it...and then take a shower.

She rolled over onto the dry side of the bed and lay her head on Tiffany's chest. "So will we ever see you again?" Tiffany asked her. She just said "mmmhmmm" "Well how am I supposed to get ahold of you?" she continued.

She got up now and walked over to the table that held the tv...and more specifically, a purse that she couldn't have afforded without sacrificing dinner every other night. She reached into that purse now and pulled a phone out. She seemed to type something on it before putting it back and returning to the bed.

She crawled up the foot of it...until she was directly over Tiffany. She then lowered herself so that their nipples barely touched...and playfully shook her upper body back and forth...before leaning down to kiss her. She was struck by just how much more familiar this felt then it did back in that bar bathroom. And she smiled when it occurred to her that this DEFINITELY would have been considered making out.

"So Ms. Tiffany" she said...once they came up for air "I just put a number in your phone that rings directly to the Unicorn forest. But shhhh...you can't tell anyone, so just to be sure that this remains our little secret, I put it under "Esvie."

#adult story #writing #writers on tumblr #eroticism #sharing wife

[burnin0akleaves]

For the character ask thing, how about halt?

Would you believe me if I said I wrote all of this already but then exited out of the tab without finishing. Anyway

First impression: Oh I thought he was so cool. I said Horace was my first favourite character a few asks ago, but now that I think about it, it might have actually been Halt.

After finishing the series for the first time I also read all the books again to my dad. His favourite character was Halt, so we made lots of inside jokes about him. Me reading the books out loud to him is one of my favourite memories, so Halt has a special place in my heart for it as well.

Impression now: I still love him! Halt is honestly such a great character, and I totally get why he is the fan favourite. My interest in him has sliiightly gone down over the years, but thats mainly because he is talked about a lot in fandom spaces already so I don't really feel the need to add anything else.

Favorite moment: The part where he gets the shit beaten out of him in Erak's Ransom is funny, lmao, but also I do think its a genuinely good moment for the narrative. Until that point, we never really get to see Halt get defeated.

Sure he needs help with the Kalkara and he has his struggles in books 3-4, but he is still being as badass as a person can possibly be in his situation. We see him truly lose control of whats happening for the first time in book 7, at least to the degree of getting punched. Him having complete faith in Will returning and saving them is also a really good moment in their relationship.

Also, the way Halt reacts after Pritchard's death has always stuck with me. I think it should be talked about more often.

Idea for a story: This is about to be more of an angsty one-shot, but remember the headcanon I gave for Will?

A young Halt who has barely found his place in the world, fighting in a war that threatens to ruin the home he tried so hard to build. A man he has never known, and would never get to know anything about other than his name, choosing to die protecting him. "Take care of my son." the man wishes, and so Halt does.

He looks after Will to repay his debt at first. The man and his wife had died protecting him, so he would protect their son in return. He sees Daniel's willpower and his wife's bravery in Will everyday. Soon, it stops being a matter of debts entirely. Will is his son too now.

He gets to watch as the scrawny boy of fifteen grows up into a fine warrior under his guidance. He gets married. His parents would have been so proud, a part of Halt thinks. I am proud, he realizes.

Then Will loses his wife, and Halt gets dangerously close to losing him in return. But his son is stronger than that, he seems to be stronger than Halt thinks every single time. Stronger than any one man should forced to be. Will builds himself back up again and so, Halt is there to steady him.

Over four decades later, Halt looks at the scene that has haunted his nightmares for years. Fighting in a war that threatens to ruin the home he tried so hard to build. Except a man he knows very well this time, the man he raised himself, choosing to die protecting him. The willpower of his dad and the bravery of his mother shining in his eyes as he fights. Will is faster than his dad, but not fast enough to avoid his fate. Halt on the other hand is slower than he has ever been.

First a man fighting on the battlefield, then a woman defending her home, and at last their son. His son.

A family of selfless people and their blood on his hands.

Unpopular opinion: I feel like some people portray him as too mean. Sure, Halt is stoic. He doesn't warm up to people easily and when he finally does, he is still straightforward with them. But he is never mean. He doesn't insult anyone for no reason or actually say anything hurtful to those around him.

Favorite relationship: A bit too obvious, but Will and Halt. I really like the way their relationship develops.

Favorite headcanon: Freckles. My boyfriend got me into this one, and if you really zoom into my last drawing of him, you can see them on his face.

#character ask game #halt o'carrick #rangers apprentice #the early years #the royal ranger #🍂 textpost

[magnimoon]

Chapter 13: Jealousy (Part 1) A Cullevelyan fic

You can read it on AO3, as well as the rest of the episodes!

Summary:

Bryony has finally recruited more members for the Inquisition: the well known Madame de Fer, the Red Jenny, a Grey Warden and the Leader of the Chargers. While everything is turning well for the organization, Cullen can't avoid to feel a bit... uneasy about the rapid and sudden familiarity and warmness Bryony is giving to the Iron Bull. Even Varric is worried about their unusual closeness, feeling it might turn into something else.

The rest of the episode under the cut

“Come on, Curly, if I’d know you, which I don’t since you never spoke to me in Kirkwall unless we visited the Gallows, I’d say you are feeling rather jealous.” Varric patted the Commander’s shoulder while trying to suppress his laughter. Both gentlemen were in the tavern, after finally convincing Cullen to share a drink; of course, he accepted since Bryony would join them at any second. At first, he was hesitant, not sure it he would want to. After what happened during the whole week, admiring the face of the Herald caused even pain and regret in the poor soul of the Commander. Even while drinking some good ale, his mood wouldn’t go above sour.

Oh, if Hawke was here, she would wheeze right beside me. Wait, it’s better if she’s not here, she used to drool for Curly.

Let’s rewind a bit, to understand what is afflicting the Commander down to his core.

It's been a month and a half since Varric discovered Cullen’s little secret.

After the dwarf saw him swooning over the Herald, not even the Maker could save the poor soul of Cullen from this unavoidable situation. Varric was casually exiting the tavern after paying his tab to Flyssa. He felt such in a good mood he also covered Bryony’s part. It has been a while since he got a good company for drinking. His last partner was Cassandra, and boy, sure he even missed Sebastian.

His day was already going so well, he gathered some good material for his new book, because no preposterous writer would take the opportunity and write about the events regarding the Inquisition. No, he would be that preposterous writer whom had all the right to brag about it since he was risking his own ass to save the world.

And now, he began to gather intel about the Herald of Andraste, the Worship of many and the topic of gossip and curiosity. The exaggerated icon and image around her were probably rising from blind believers and radical mages whom consider her their salvation. That figure was worthless for him; no, he wanted the human who was just as imperfect as him or even Hawke. He began to wonder when they could have another round of drinks.

But then, the day got better.

After exiting the tavern, he saw in the distance none other than the Herald herself alongside Cullen. Now, this would’ve passed as a normal thing. After all they have spoken many times together since he is the Commander; also, because, for some reason, the Seeker decided to give all of the responsibilities to Bryony, from scouting to recruiting members. But this was different, after she waved her goodbyes to him, he just stood there, looking at her just getting farther and farther away.

“No way, I must be seeing things.” Varric spoke while rubbing his left eye, then right one, to look better at the scene.

The proficient writer was getting his suspicions about the Commander for a while already, after all, is not his first time he sees someone in love. However, he was looking at Cullen Stanton Rutherford. The same templar he knew for almost six years already. They lived in the same city and they could never get to talk, ever. That man is married to the cause and was loyal to his faithful order until Meredith decided to betray their principles, not to mention the previous trauma he had towards the mages. His devotion to the Chantry were only surpassed by Meredith whom had a fricking tiara that resembled Andraste’s iconic image, and that lady ended up crazy and turned into a statue. The other most devoted guy was Sebastian, and that same saint and holy woman over his crotch, in his belt.

Not even in a million years Varric could’ve guessed that even a man like him could fall in love, let alone for a mage. But no. It was too soon to assume, maybe he only respected her; maybe he sees her just like Hawke, a mage who has proven not being a monster, contrary to what the Chantry dictates. Maybe it was all in his-

Then Cullen sighed, while smiling like a fool, his cheeks and ears bashfully red, and with the most wholesome face of a puppy who just received the biggest pet in his life.

“Andraste’s left nipple… he has fallen for the Herald of Andraste.” Just as Varric finished to speak his mind, Cullen headed towards his room, making eye contact with the dwarf in the process.

And what would you know. The Commander knew that the dwarf now knows. Varric could only smirk in the process. This will be interesting, and Waffles is missing all of this.

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The days passed and Varric was actually keeping Cullen’s secret to himself. At first, he wanted to approach him and talk casually, like old Kirkwall friends, which they weren’t. The cards turned in his favor since both Cassandra and Solas received a letter from the Herald upon a week from her departure.

She was getting close to recruit Madame de Fer; however, she requested assistance from those mentioned since she realized that the Red Jenny was very close from her current location. At least compared to Haven. The plan and course of action was simple: she would recruit the previous First Enchanter of Montsimmard and then head towards Val Royeaux once more; Cassandra and Solas then reunite with the pair of mages at the rendezvous point.

Some of the recruits departed as well since they were deployed to the Hinterlands and Storm Coast. This left Cullen with less soldiers to train for the meantime, finishing the days with an unusual amount of free time, although Bryony would occasionally send some new recruits during her tiresome excursion.

It was in times like this where Varric would casually approach him with a warm “Hey, Curly, long time no see!” Even though he greeted him an hour ago. “How about some drinks? My treat.”

“Thank you, Varric, but I have some reports I need to attend.” And Cullen would gently brush him away.

“Oh, come on, Curly, it wouldn’t kill you to relax for a day, grab some drinks, maybe talk about the nice-looking ladies in the Inquisition.” Then the dwarf showed a smug smirk right at the Commander, who mildly jump as a reaction before trying to regain his composure.

He knew that eventually Varric would mention it, he just hoped it would’ve slipped his mind or found another topic of interest.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about! I swear that, whatever you saw, is not what I intended. I…” And then ex templar closed his mouth immediately, showing a paler color on his face.

“And I don’t know what you are talking about.” Varric exclaimed, yet his confident look proved he knew exactly what Cullen was referring to. He savored the way he just fell into his bait. “Look, Curly, if you find someone attractive, I can respect that. If it’s something more than that, I can also respect that. I respected Hawke’s weird romance with Anders. All I’m saying is, if you want to talk to someone about it, I’m your dwarf.”

“I… thank you, I guess. I prefer to prioritize on the missions ahead of the Inquisition rather than…” He stopped just as he momentarily thought of the radiant smile that Bryony would give him. She looked awkward but honest; maybe that’s what he found so charming about her.

“Rather than looking at Handy’s ass?” Interrupted Varric.

“Varric!” Cullen almost choked with his own saliva while his cheeks turned aggressively into a red color. He ended coughing nonstop while his mind betrayed him and began to picture the very well curvy bottom. Of course, he has gazed at it a few times, some of them by accident, sometimes it eyes suddenly dropped for mere seconds. He denies he enjoys the view; but will admire Bryony for physically training in general the lower area of her… No!

“You know where to find me, Curly. Go ahead and read your boring reports.” Varric headed triumphantly towards his tent, knowing that this wasn’t the last time Cullen would speak about the topic.

The Herald of Andraste and Cullen… now that’s interesting. I wonder how this would end. Varric chuckled, in the meantime he won’t write about this story, since nothing is known about the Herald. For all he knows, she could probably fancy only ladies and Cullen would end hurt.

Andraste preserve me, now he knows. Cullen thought.

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Surprisingly, the team returned earlier than expected, it seemed that the horses that were lent by Orlais were in perfect condition. By the third week, Bryony successfully recruited two new members for her personal team.

Both Vivienne and Sera arrived at Haven. These two were quite the unusual pair for the Inquisition. The first left a strong impression since the beginning by aiding the templars and shushing immediately any mage that dared to act out of line. The second left an impression as well, although completely opposite to the pro templar mage. There were a few who actually understood perfectly what she was babbling and others began to speak about some pranks going on at night. This was the beginning of such a strange group.

By this point, Bryony has become more familiar with many of the members within the Inquisition. And that’s without mentioning those in her inner circle whom accompany her exploring both Ferelden and Orlais. The excruciating trainings she would often make in the mornings left some soldiers speechless.

Even though the Herald is a mage, which meant having a cloistered life away from the rest, she seemed to have a physical condition above the average, exceeding expectations, as Vivienne would remark. She would rise early, stretch her limbs and train with none other than Cassandra, the Seeker feared and respected by many. Truth to the told, Bryony suggested the idea as a means to get friendlier with her. Dealing blows with her has fruited with good results, they would end sweaty but smiling at each other, Bryony doing most of the smiling. After that, she sprints around the nearby areas, not to mention the rest of the exercises which concluded with some recruits bringing to the base extra meat and leather for rations.

And that’s just from strength. Many ask why she trains physical body if she’s a mage; however, after fighting against many rifts and bears in the Hinterlands, magic alone won’t save her. Besides, a part of her still remembers fondly her templar trainee days. Not to mention the lack of a good mage partner to practice magic with.

Solas and Vivienne are well and respected mages. If she goes and visit the elven apostate, it would mostly involve inquiring about the history unknown in books; Solas has become surprised many that someone as… bombastic and hyperactive as the Herald has an inquisitive mind. Vivienne has barely installed herself within the Chantry, so her visits end in talking about Lydia and their times in the Circles; besides, Madame de Fer doesn’t seem too much interested about training and polishing her spells while in middle of the dirt, she will do that already while exploring.

Bryony feels a bit dissatisfied; she wants the rush of a good mage fight; but none seem fit nor interested in filling the role. For now.  

Is during these intervals where Cullen began to felt a certain… disdain, a disapprobation towards the perverse glares and stares the recruits sometimes made. Remarks about her well thick thighs surrounded the training fields, they emerged from one day to another. Others would ask and try to research if her breast was equally big as a matter of fact since it wasn’t visible due to the armor or leather vestment she wore. Comments like these turned more and more vulgar each day. That was until the Commander put a harsh stop to such inadequate and untoward mindset, anyone who dared to disrespect the Herald of Andraste (which were quite a few, mostly those who didn’t believe in the Maker and doubted about her holy blessing) ended training nonstop until their spirits broke.

At the same time, it was unavoidable to notice that Bryony built unconsciously her own group of admirers whom would cheer her quietly from a fair distance. Impressively most them were proper ladies who maybe felt inspired by her since she belongs to the Inquisition and represents either the pinnacle of their beliefs or a role model to aspire to. It is worth mention that Sera from time to time joined them, although she shamelessly admitted it was to admire the Herald’s ass. Eventually, most of the ladies would openly admit that they admired it as well.

But the problem started once the boys arrived at Haven. That’s when a small panic emerged from Cullen’s perspective.

First it was the Grey Warden Blackwall, it is beneficial already to have one of them within their ranks, and that’s without mentioning the ancient treaties they possess. Many welcomed a more approachable companion, one that didn’t seem that disapproved everything Bryony decided. His inclusion culminated in many visits to the tavern, many games of Wicked Grace between Varric, Sera, him and the Herald. One day some recruits swore watching Blackwall and Solas exiting the tavern; the elf carried extra loot while the Grey Warden exiting with only an old and rusty bucket covering his private tresures.

This, however, was a fear that was brushed off easily thanks to a very charismatic dwarf.

The dwarf, as a way to “prove” to Cullen that he was on his side, took advantage of these games and drunken moments he has delighted himself with the new gang. Of course, he gathered new information that would pique the interest of the Commander. Eventually he asked the Warden if he found Bryony either attractive or was interested in something more. To the luck of the Commander, she was not his type; he likes her enthusiasm, but finds someone like Josephine more delightful.

He didn’t mention that Sera does find her attractive, but that’s a story for another chapter.

The only information he could rely to Cullen, about the interests Bryony has, was… well, that she doesn’t mind starting a relationship with someone. There is a mixture between curiosity, shock and disappointment from Varric; he tried to undercover the type of person the Herald might have, but she’s very reclusive on the topic. It feels like she’s even shy or ashamed to share said details.

Of course, there’s no chance she’ll admit, much less confess to Varric, about her exclusive attraction to templars, even less with the Commander in the eye of her desires.

Thanks to Varric, Cullen was able to relax a bit. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way. Aside from trying to remain professional between his relationship with the Herald, she was basically free to pursue whatever romantic interest she craved for. He has no right no feel jealous since… they’re nothing, and he is not willing to take the first step, at least for now. He enjoys the conversations he shares with her, even the ones that end with very awkward questions; it’s interactions like these ones that makes him believe she is interested in him.

As long as they could maintain a Commander-Herald relationship, he was satisfied.

But then, the Bull arrived.

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“Is, is the Commander alright?” A younger recruit that goes by the name of Calla approached the pair duo that usually trains nearby Cullen.

Both of them reacted speechless; one was just as confused as the brunette lady with hazel eyes, the other decided it was wise to be a fool in her presence.

“I honestly have no idea, I just arrived from doing some errands in Ostwick. The Commander sent us due to some Trevelyan causing ruckus with our Herald. Did something happen when I was away?” Answered Jessie while rubbing her sore arm, the training was unusually harsh today, even by the standards of the Commander. When she asked to her partner, Daniel, he acted normally, ignoring his bruises and physical pain.

“Nothing that I’ve noticed. Maybe he is preparing us for a big battle? Maybe you’re imagining things, Calla? You should head to your tent and call it a day, after all we finished our training for today.” Daniel looked towards the horizon, admiring the sunset while ignoring the sharp gazes from both ladies.

Jessie knew he was lying. So, she acted her part.

Once Calla knew she wouldn’t acquire any useful intel about the Commander, she gave up and did as she was told by Daniel. She already tried to mingle with some other companions, trying to unveil the mystery in the sudden strong temperament from their superior. Cullen did notice that she was up to something and already glared at her with suspicion, she wouldn’t dare to tempt her fate.

The recruit kept walking until she was at a considerable distance away from the pair. Jessie immediately squeezed Daniel’s shoulder with an apathetic look on her face, not willing to let go of him while he squealed faintly in agony. “Speak.” She only said once.

“Ow, ow, ow! Alright, alright! I was going to, not when she was nearby!” Daniel was almost pleading for his life judging by his voice.

Jessie released him and he gave a small massage to his right shoulder, then looked carefully at their surroundings. He made sure no pesky eavesdropper would catch this information. “The issue is… that.” And he pointed very cautiously to their left, covering his hand with his shield.

Jessie discreetly looked at said direction, acting as if she was braiding her hair. Unlike Daniel, who would always turn his head and look like someone who was trying to break his own neck.

There she could admire the Herald of Andraste, wearing her casual clothing instead of her mage armor, speaking with her new companion. By the looks of it, the pair was having a blast with their conversation; The Iron Bull was drinking some ale he brought to the Inquisition while Bryony was eating some pastries.

“They have been talking for hours already, and this is not the first time. Ever since the Qunari arrived at Haven, they have been seen together, either mingling, eating at the tavern or training. You’ve just missed what happened yesterday. The Qunari hugged her from behind in order to immobilize her, many considered that as an affectionate gesture, then we realized it was some sort of weird training. Everyone was talking about it and many think that they may even become lovers in no time.” Daniel answered the question.

“Maker! But, but, the Commander.” Jessie tried to find the Commander in midst of the recruits.

It was easy to spot on the huge red mantle he usually wears. Cullen looked devasted, devoid from any good motivation for the day, or week even. There was also some wear and tear than usual, as well some frustration in the frown given to the recruits; even more every time he took a peek towards the pair who was just laughing while sharing stories. His annoyance was visible to everyone. “Oh no.” Jessie exclaimed.

“Oh yes, ever since they’ve become so… close, the Commander has gone a bit unapproachable. Nothing out of this world, he is still doing a good job. But the trainings have turned a bit extreme. We end up exhausted, almost out of air; however, he makes sure no one gets injured.” Daniel shuddered while remembering the first tough training, the next day he barely lifted his arms.

“Do you think he is jealous?” Jessie asked.

“Oh, I’m already betting with Reynold. While you were away, three people have joined the club.” Daniel answered.   

And Daniel wasn’t wrong, and if he knew, he’d won the bet. Truth to be told, Cullen was burning with envy ever since The Iron Bull arrived at Haven. That day, he tried to took a bit of initiative with Bryony, greet her after she returned from the Storm Coast. Sadly, she arrived at Haven speaking non-stop with Iron Bull; both looked exhausted and heavily damaged in their armors. Whatever they fought, it was probably huge and sure they seemed enthusiastic about it. Meanwhile Sera and Solas seemed like they didn’t want to go exploring for a while, either because of whatever made a mess out of them during their travels, or due to some in-fight between them. It could be both judging by the fart sounds Sera made from her mouth towards the elven apostate.

It was the first time since… always that Bryony didn’t speak to the Commander immediately after her arrival. At first, Cullen brushed it off since the Herald tends to focus her attention towards her new companions. She always has a tea time with Vivienne and Josephine; or she would go to the tavern and ramble about life alongside Sera and Blackwall, the usual topic was about useless nobles and people who deserve a good kick in the crotch.

Adding to the list, the trainings with Cassandra, the drinking sessions with Varric and the meditation times with Solas consumed Bryony’s time while she rested in Haven.

None of that mattered since she was now spending more and more time with Iron Bull, she even began some unusual training sessions with him, something about new techniques or so. This didn’t substitute her combat hours with Cassandra, the Seeker was actually supervising their fights and giving feedback.

Back to the present, both the Herald and the Head of the Chargers were having their usual combat session, now in the 5th day after arriving from the Storm Coast, there was an unusual event that piqued the interest of many around the pair.

Cullen was training the recruits as always, having a templar at his side as a second in command in case he had to enter his tent and check on some reports. To his surprise, this templar, ser Bernand, grew up in Ostwick, just like Bryony and the pair of mages he met before the Conclave; this soldier joined not so long ago. Apparently, when he knew about lady Bryony Trevelyan becoming the Herald of Andraste, he had to join the organization. Many believe he is there due to Hector’s command.

In midst of the training, some of the soldiers stopped fighting and focused on another place. Right before the Commander could reprimand them for insubordination, he realized what they were looking at.

Close to the smith, just beside Bull’s tent, the Qunari and the Herald were fighting, bare handed. Weapons and magic were prohibited, only their fists and brute force were allowed. Of course, many got interested in the fight since Bull was at least 2 meters tall and muscled up. Bryony is also in good and polished physical condition, but many doubted her chances.

So far, any punch the Bull dealt, was easily evaded or deflected, however they seemed deadly. The Herald’s reflects save her ass many times, either by crouching or jumping few seconds before Bull destroyed some dummies used as fence between them and Cassandra, whom watched patiently and observant of every movement. Cullen and Bernand joined the public as well. Whenever Bryony tried to land a blow, Bull would stop them with just one hand or by crossing his arms in an X in front of him.

“Is that all you got, Bull?” Bryony sneered at the qunari, who was panting just as hard as her. Their combat started long before the recruits noticed the sound of their fists and legs hitting objects.

“Aw, Boss, you’re telling me you can’t see I’m going easy on you.” Which, to be fair, he was. She was his boss and wouldn’t dare to hurt her beyond salvation; but he also knew she wasn’t fighting at her full potential since her main weapon was an ethereal glowing energy. And he wasn’t eager to discover who would win under a different circumstance.

“Let’s just say I… expected more from a Ben-Hassrath.” She taunted at her enemy.

The Iron Bull only chuckled for a moment, and in that single moment he tackled towards the Herald in a speed she wasn’t used to. Within the blink of an eye, Bryony was defenseless immovable on the floor, confined under the massive chest of the Bull, being pinned to the ground with just his hands over her wrists.

Bryony tried to get out of said situation, yet her small arms did almost nothing against the strength of the Bull.

Everyone who was watching the scene were shocked and pretty much intrigued at the resolution of the combat. Apparently, many were rejoiced that they won their petty bet against other comrades. Others saw something more in the scene: the Herald against the floor while the muscled Qunari, whom watched her with a cocky smile and their bodies relatively close to each other? People even saw that their glares were filled with lust and desire between each both, but could they be so shameless to give such a scene?

At least for the Commander, he was thinking they could. His eyes immediately gazed away, trying not to see the pair smiling at each other, while giving the idea that there was something more than camaraderie. Cullen hasn’t felt like this ever since he discovered that Briar Amell devoted herself to Alistair.

“Oh, he shouldn’t have done that.” Bernand, the Ostwick templar, spoke while analyzing the scene. This caught Cullen’s attention.

“Explain, soldier.” The Commander demanded while he looked at the templar, trying to avoid the scene.

However, by the time the Commander finished his question, a high but short scream came from Bryony’s mouth. Afterwards, a loud smack reverberated through the improvised arena. Bull groaned in pain while his head received the impact of a full force headbutt. The impacted spread across his body, numbing his hands and, by consequence, wearing the grip he had on the Herald’s limbs.

In a swift move, Bryony freed herself from the Bull, bended her knees so that the soles of her feet were pressed against his chest. Before Bull could fully recover his senses, Bryony sprang herself out, expelling upwards the body of the Qunari. At the end of the match, Bull remained on the floor, while Bryony stood up preparing her fists ready for a second round, should her opponent stand up again. Her head was mildly waddling a bit, apparently the hit also affected her as well.

“That was one of the movements she would use against the templars in our Circle, she liked to train with us. Many ended with severe headaches after the combats.” Bernand informed Cullen while remembering with a warm smile the good times, then immediately gave a small massage to his temples, a sour memory came back so suddenly.

“Oh yes, she used to do that,” a pair of mages approached the templar, whom seemed to recognize him, “she would act defenseless for a few seconds, sometimes a bit cocky, sometimes a bit naughty. Once their guard was lowered, she would just beat the shit out of them.”

An act, thought Cullen was trying to process what he saw. It was a hard task trying to cling on some little hope, that she isn’t interested in the qunari at all.

Cassandra ended the training session both were having and scattered away all those who were peaking their nose in the combat. Once the three of them were together, she began to give some feedback to the pair. Cullen couldn’t hear properly the conversation and wouldn’t want to interrupt them.

He was about to turn around and head towards his tent, thinking about what he saw, not admitting to himself that he found the qunari… quite lucky.

“Ah, Cullen! Wait!” Bryony called him out while approaching at a moderate speed.

The Herald looked a bit panicked, a bit anxious and only she knew why exactly. Once she closed the gap between her and him, she took a few seconds to recover her breath. The heavy panting attacked as it was expected after and such an intense fight.

“Herald, is there something you needed to discuss?” Cullen answered a bit professional, trying to sound as if he talked to any person while he lived at Kirkwall. Even Bernand and the mages alongside noticed the shift in his mood, for them it was a smart move to step away.

“Yes, actually, with the three of you, the advisors I mean. Let’s meet with Leliana and Josephine in the War Room. There is something we must consider for our next move.”

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This is the first part of the Jealousy segment, arc, as you wish to call it (I'm currently planning on making 3 continuing parts so stay tuned for the next two upcomming chapters). Should I do more content regarding jealousy either from Cullen's point of view or Bryony's... that'll depend on what you guys would like to read in the future.

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[defense-witches-archives]

Defense Witches Past World 2 - Part 1 (Memu Method)

LINK TO PART 2

Heyo, I JUST MADE A BREAK THROUGH WITH TWO DIFFERENT METHODS TO PLAY PAST WORLD 2

Okay not exactly all the hard work fo this method of getting the game working again goes to Kinac The Frog (@/allforest01) on Youtube who discovered how to play past world 2 + an added bonus :) on Memu (Calling It Memu Method) and DWNicola for sharing their data with Kinac to make this method possible

I would say the Memu method is definetly worth the effort that needs to be put into it for its added bonus with the end result however its also significantly more complicated and takes a lot of time which is why I'm sharing this tutorial with added pictures to make the process easier (and maybe save time not having to watch the programs download in real time in the video)

If you have complications with this method, would rather play the game on mobile devices (android only sorry >_<), or are okay with replaying the whole game with the vanilla experience I would recommend the easy method

EASY METHOD

For those of you who are willing to go through the process I screenshoted the entire process, which came to around 38 screenshots.... this is gonna take a while but... LET DO THIS

Here is the Video

What is Needed?

To begin, I want to specify the tutorial is done on a Windows computer I'm not sure how doing this would work on Mac or how this would work on Apple & Android phones (we are basically emulating a phone)

You will need...

A Computer/Laptop

Memu https://www.memuplay.com/

The App itself: Download either from google play store (from account that had it previously) or an apk

App data Folder: this is provided in the description of the video and was provided by thee DW Nicola (confirmed here sort by newest comment)

X-plorer File Manager: Download from playstore

App Data

This is provided in the description of the video but I'll share it here as well here you will need the app data folder and if your going the apk method an apk to the game is provided here as well

Before Opening Memu

Here is a list of some of the necessary things to have/do before opening Memu for the first time and arguably the easiest part of this whole process (It doesn't get easier T_T)

If your going APK route make sure to have it downloaded before opening Memu

Download the App Data Folder (Should be a zip file)

Extract The Zip File

Setting Up Memu

The video jumps around a bit sometimes stopping in a middle of a step below to download something however to make it easier here is some of the basic setup you may need to do

Open Memu and complete the Download and Installation

Once on home screen click gear on the far right task bar

Enable Root Mode (move the switch to on)

Click Restart Memu

Download the Neccessary Apps (X-plore File Manager and Defense Witches)

Downloading Defense Witches (Play Store Method)

Log into an account with Defense Witches previously downloaded and install

Downloading Defense Witches (APK Method)

You should have the apk already dowloaded onto your computer

Click APK button on the far right

Click on Defense Witches APK to install

Data Transfer

Here is the start of transfering the app data on your computer to the emulator

Open Defense Witches (I'm not sure if you need to fully play the first stage in order for the files to show up or if you can exit right away but I would play through the first level)

Fully Exit and Close Defense Witches (Click Square and slide right + click on x on the top tab)

Open X-plore File Manager

Click on Root File on the left side 

Open the preinstalled File Manager (Inside the tools folder) we aren't using this to change game files. We are only using this to check if transfer of the app data folder is successful.

Click Download Folder

Click Shared Folder

Click on windows button under shared download path

Copy and Paste (or click and drag) the extracted app data folder into the newly open file

When you check back into the preinstalled File Manager it should appear meaning it sucessfully transfered over

Close the pre installed File manager

Reopen X-plore File Manager

Running out of space for the next step (a lot of images very complicated T_T) I'll be continuing this tutorial in part 2 see you then :D

LINK TO PART 2

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[nextlevel-hq]

VR TECH

INTRO

During testing, all players will receive a VR Package that allows them to play the game. The game is already download on the technology and only needs to be chosen to play. Unlike the virtual reality we currently have, the VR tech in this au is significantly more advanced to the point where it feels hyper realistic. The system players are given is called the “THE VENTURA” which is created by UNITE Tech. However, there are other VR systems available in this world with various degrees of realism and immersion, but the Ventura is the one that best supports the game and is free to your character. 

HOW DOES IT WORK?

What the Ventura does is use a micro transmitter that manipulates the brain signals to stimulate the five senses, controlling the player’s consciousness. The system is designed with the player’s health in mind as it is equipped with sensors that monitor the player’s vitals and sends reminders to the players in game for meals, hydration or rest breaks, automatically shutting down/disconnecting if the player’s vitals are abnormal. The technology while immersive, does have a room for outside interference as a safety protocol (i.e. hearing people speak to you or touch you outside of the game.). Therefore, for a fully immersive experience, UNITE provides soundproof rooms with beds for players. The tech however, does lower the pain receptors so that players can feel free to get hurt and die in game without worrying about injuries to their real bodies or of feeling pain. Instead, for any injuries, including death, the player will receive a slight sting similar to that of a soft pinch and distorted/darkened vision for harder hits.

HOW TO START 

To turn on the Ventura, users will put on the helmet and lay down in a comfortable and safe position. They will then press a button on the left side which initiates a 10 second countdown that can be cancelled through voice command. Once the countdown ends, the players will find themselves in a virtual lobby with other players. This virtual lobby resembles a city modeled after New York that any Ventura user can   use at their leisure. There are virtual shops and restaurants that can be used to purchase other VR games, accessories, and real life items. Once the player is ready to play the game, they will simply give the voice command “Venture: Game Name” and a portal leading to the game will open.

CONTROLS

The game will be in first person POV as if the player were actually living as the character. There are no buttons to control actions/movement due to the realistic immersion. The game will make players feel as if this was just another life, so in game, they’ll move, eat, talk, emote, etc. as if they would in reality, kind of like a dream. Depending on the stats your character is given/starts with, some things will tire players out more than others such as running, lifting, climbing, etc.

MENUS

There are four menus that can be accessed through specific player actions

Swiping your index finger downwards will pull down the map of the game, your personal stats, and the time.

Swiping your left hand to the right will access the settings, a copy of the player guide, and tutorials.

Swiping your right hand to the left will bring up your inventory, index and the shop tabs.

To open the chat, players need to sit and place their hands as if typing on a keyboard. A virtual keyboard will pop up underneath their hands along with two boxes on their screen displaying messages and opened chats. Once a menu is open, it must be manually closed by pressing the x on the upper right corner in order to open another menu. Therefore, players are free to scroll through each menu as they would on a tablet without worrying about opening another menu by accident.

Other commands include:

Taping the right side of your head will save the game. Voice command of “Ventura: Exit game” to close the game.

Use of voice commands to fast equip weapons and armor.

Example “Star Spangled shield on.” “Asgardian Helmet off” (Player must know the name of the objects to fast equip through voice command. Players can give favorited objects a nickname for ease of access.)

Depending on their powers/abilities, certain voice commands/actions must be done to activate them (i.e. thwipping for web shooters, magic spells, etc.)

Each player will get a personalized tutorial for their character’s game mechanics and will continuously receive them as their stats are updated and new abilities are earned.

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[dowlingbauer03]

Minecraft Snapshot 17w47b

This week's photo shows us the long-awaited "flattening" which is going to absolutely end everything. Sorry. Backups are highly recommended.

Changes in 17w47a

- Implemented suggestions for commands for items and blocks May has broken everything Chat Settings now has an option to switch off automatic command suggestions (defaults to on, otherwise hit tab) - Most likely, everything was broken. - Dismantled the notion "block data" and "item data" completely and completely - Absolutely damaged everything - Split up and renamed almost every item and block - Absolutely broke everything The ability has been added to allow us to add new blocks in the future! Hurrah! There are new blocks, but I'd like to be clear about that The odds are that everything will be broken and to make backups instead of focusing on new items

Changes in 17w47b

Many bug fixes! But don't fret, this is still an unstable snapshot . :) - Fixed bug MC-1213630 - Shift-click to destroy an item button doesn't remove inventory - Fixed bug MC-121701 pressing escape while sleeping in bed doesn't exit the bed - Fixed bug MCC-122140 Server List Broken - Fixed bug MC-12142 - "powered" blockstate is named "powerered" for all trapdoors - Fixed bug MCC-122143 Recipe to cut sandstone, and return chiseled Sandstone - Fixed bug MC-122145 - Non-colored terracotta is still named "minecraft:hardened_clay" - Fixed bug MC-122147 - Acacia fence gate, fence, and pressure plate are stored after dark oak ones in Creative inventory - Fixed bug MC-122163 Double plants drop their item twice after the support block is destroyed MC-122165 Fixed bug - Sticky pistons can cause head injuries when they are retracted (displays particles, plays sound) - Fixed bug MC-122175. - The particles of not-full-block are extremely laggy - Fixed bug MC-12178 Two high flowers spawning in place of two high grass in new worlds - Fixed bug MC-122180 Uncarved Pumpkins create Jack-o-Lanterns - Fixed bug MC-122186 - Throwing item stacks causes only one item to show up - Fixed bug MC-122191 Natural created sand and gravel does not update - Fixed bug in MC-1222192 Noteblock always displays as power=true until a block update is performed - Fixed bug MC-122193 Trapdoors, doors, and fence gates make no sound and are open when you shift-click them with a block isn't able to be placed - Fixed bug MC-122203 - Any saved toolbars or spawn eggs aren't affected by upgrade paths, and saved items are were removed - Fixed bug MC-122207 With the new IDs, certain advancements icons show the wrong item or block - Fixed bug MC-122217: Unlocalized strings on the second page of customization for the world type "Customized". Fixed bug MC-122228 The act of opening a double (trapped chest) causes the sound of closing and opening twice MC-122233 Fixed bug - Fixed bug MC-12235 - Nether portal blocks fail to create correctly - Fixed bug MC-122242. Shulker box no longer shows the block that is behind it. - Fixed bug MC-1222255 - Changed piston behavior to Marker-true armor, which is 17w47a - Fixed bug MC-1222264 creating a floating piston head by using redstone blocks

A warning

This photo should be regarded as "extremely experimental". From a scale of one to 10, where 1 is experimental and 10 is stable, this is a very positive and solid negative 5.

Before you attempt to use this snapshot, back up your worlds. Don't expect worlds created in this snapshot to work in future snapshots.

But seriously

This snapshot is a result of several years of internal refactoring which allowed us to have almost infinite block and item IDs. But we fully expect everything to break. Keep backups.

Are resource packs available?

Are all broken by this? I'm sorry too.

Install the snapshot

Please report any and all bugs you encounter in Minecraft to bugs.mojang.com. If no one has reported an issue, we won't be able to fix it!

To take snapshots, open your launcher and click the "launch options" tab. Make sure you tick the box that says "Enable snapshots" and save. You can switch between normal and snapshot versions by clicking the "Play" button. B2P CONNECTIONS Backup your world first, or play the game in another folder (in the "launch options") page.

#B2p Connections #B2pconnections

[no-mans-sky-cheats-engine6c]

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[collgeruledzebra]

picture this: you're me. you're playing minecraft for the first time in months. you're on a survival world you started a while ago. as always, you're avoiding monsters at all costs. otherwise, it's been going good; you've sheared the sheep, harvested crops, even done a little exploring and gotten some pumpkins and sweet berries that you've now planted by your house. the sun is setting. you go to sleep planning to finish fencing in the pumpkin patch the next day. you wake up and look out the window to see an entire fucking raid milling around about by the chicken pen.

#you immediately grab some dirt and barricade the door #you save and exit the world and close the tab #you sit there for several minutes before getting up and laying on the couch to write this #minecraft #mineblr #WHY #WHY ME #I CANT EVEN GO INTO A MINESHAFT IF THERE ARE SPIDER OR ZOMBIE NOISES IM THAT TERRIFIED OF MONSTERS #of course rationally i know spiders and zombies wont do much damage but AAAAAA #AND A RAID IS SO MUCH WORSE #IM PRAYING THEY DONT HAVE A RAVAGER #i might have to ask my brother to help me sort this out #shitpost #original

[nev3rfound]

daydreams : b.b

there’s always been something between you and bucky. but when it comes to telling him, you’re left wishing for a daydream that’ll never be. (inspired by the song daydream by maisie peters)  (2.2k)

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“Mornin’ Y/n,” Your ears perk up as Bucky strolls into the kitchen with a tired smile, one that never fails to warm your heart.

Natasha resists the urge to chuckle at your lovesick state as you try to subtly watch Bucky make his morning coffee. “Sleep well, Barnes?” Natasha asks, seeing your eyes widen out of the corner of your eyes. If only Wanda were here, she’d love to know what you’re thinking about.

“Not really, I’ve been finding it hard to fall asleep.” Bucky explains, now leaning against the kitchen counter as he blows on his coffee, unaware of the near heart palpations you’re having at the sight of his pursed lips. “A lot on my mind, but nothing at the same time.”

“I get that,” You speak up, now catching Bucky’s attention. “you wish your brain had an off switch, god knows I need one.” You chuckle into your cereal and hear Bucky laugh softly to himself.

“Well, maybe Tony will make one for us someday, doll.” Bucky jokes as he winks to you and nods to Natasha before exiting the kitchen.

Natasha raises a brow to you as you try and avoid choking on your cereal. “Huh, doll?” Natasha quips, causing you nearly splutter your coffee all over the counter.

“Oh stop,” You nudge her lightly. “it’s nothing really. Bucky calls all of us doll.”

“I don’t think so,” Natasha comments. “I think you’re the only one he calls doll, Y/n.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Nah, I swear I’ve heard him call Wanda doll before.” You trail off, trying to think deeply if you’ve actually heard him call anyone by the nickname, or if in fact, it has only been you.

Picking up her coffee, Natasha simply mumbles into it. “Whatever helps you get through the day, Y/n.”

*

Yawning, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes drooping as you stare at the screen.

“We keeping you up, Y/n?” Steve jokes as you curl up on one end of the sofa whilst Bucky remains on the other.

“Nope, I’m good.” You comment, giving Steve a thumbs up.

“And you call us old, huh?” Bucky adds, feeling you kick his foot off the sofa playfully as you pick up a cushion and hug it tightly.

Within a matter of minutes, you give in to the desire to fall asleep. At first, neither men notice the lack of comments or shuffling from you. But when you subconsciously dip towards Bucky, his reflexes aren’t what they once were.

Bucky looks down to see you lying on his metal arm, still hugging the cushion as your breathing deeply, lost in a heavy sleep. “Oh, Y/n.” He chuckles quietly as he lifts his arm up and wraps it around you, holding you close as the film carries on.

Yet, Steve tears his eyes from the screen to observe the rare sight. Bucky allowing himself to fully unwind and enjoy the moment he’s in.

“Quit staring, Steve.” Bucky speaks up, snapping Steve out of it and reverts his attention to the film whilst Bucky smiles to himself, running his fingers along your arm soothingly before he tugs on the blanket draped over your feet, bringing it further up to stop you shivering. “There you go, doll.” He whispers as you curl up closer into Bucky’s embrace.

*

Natasha stands behind you as she helps secure your dress. “We good?” You ask, turning your head as Natasha steps back and smiles to Wanda.

“Oh we’re more than good,” Wanda comments, crossing her arms as she looks you up and down whilst Natasha holds back her wolf whistle. “Bucky Barnes won’t know what’s hit him when he sees you in there.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over toward you mirror, catching sight of the black silk dress, hugging you in all the right places. “Who knows.” You mutter, not wanting to get your hopes up too high.

“Only one way to find out.” Natasha reminds you as she walks over to your door, opening it. “Come on girls,” She holds her hand out as Wanda takes yours before grabbing Natasha’s. “we’ve got a party to get to.”

As you near the open living space the sound of music intensifies. Wanda squeezes your hand as you pause for a second, feeling your nerves starting to get the better of you.

“We’re all here, Y/n. It’s okay.” Wanda reminds you as the three of you reach the doors to the party.

“Now or never, huh?” You chuckle as you push the door open and glance around at the transformation Pepper has been able to pull off with less than a weeks notice. “Wow.” You breathe out, oblivious to the blue eyes watching you from the bar, having had the same reaction.

Besides Wanda and Natasha, you walk down the stairs and head straight towards the bar.

“What can I get for you ladies?” The bartender asks as your eyes wander across the various drinks available.

“Three beers, please.” Natasha asks as the bartender places the three bottles in front of you.

“Add it to my tab, thanks.” Bucky comments as he moves closer, standing beside you as he nurses his own bottle. “Ladies,” He smiles to the three of you. “may I say you’re all looking beautiful this evening.”

You smile shyly, lowering your head at his comment. “I’m loving the suit, Barnes. Black really is your colour.” Natasha raises her beer to him.

“Looks like you two coordinated this.” Sam pipes in from behind Bucky. “Y/n,” Sam steps away from Bucky as he takes a hold of your hands and whistles. “damn girl, you gotta dress up more often.”

Laughing happily, you roll your eyes in response. “Oh Sam, always know how to charm a girl, huh?” You pick up your beer, taking a sip as you glance over to Bucky, just as a new song begins to play through the speakers.

“Come on, Y/n, wanna dance?” Sam asks you, raising a brow.

“Not this one Sam,” You tell him as you pat his shoulder. “but, I think there’s someone over there who might.” Turning him around, you push him in the direction of Natasha before reverting your attention to your beer.

“Saving yourself for someone, doll?” Bucky questions, swigging the last of his beer as he looks out at everyone dancing to the upbeat song. “I still don’t get it, what happened to just dancing?”

“This is dancing, Bucky.” You remind him. “Things change over the years, but your style of dancing still exists, don’t you worry.”

“Y/n!” Wanda calls for you from the dance floor as her shoes now absent. “Come on over!” She waves her hand repeatedly.

“Doesn’t look like you’ve got much choice, Y/n.” Bucky chuckles as you push yourself away from the bar.

Yet, you pause and turn back to Bucky with a mischievous smile. “Yeah, neither do you.” You tell him, taking a hold of his hand and drag him with you, not taking no for an answer.

It takes a few seconds for Bucky to loosen up, and he tries to blend in as you dance freely with the others.

“Loosen up, Buck!” You shout over the music. “You dance like my dead grandpa.” You laugh, and Bucky grumbles to himself as he tries to copy Sams moves.

“Barnes has moves?!” Wanda shouts as the three of you dance (or attempt to in Bucky’s case.)

Just as Bucky gets the hang of it, the song fades out into a slow song, one you don’t recognise. “I know this song.” Bucky states as his eyes wander to Steve who is perched at the bar with Natasha who nods to him.

“Wanna dance, Bucky?” You ask, holding your hand out.

“Of course.” He answers, taking your hand as he twirls you into his embrace before resting his metal hand on your waist as you sway together.

“So, this is what you had in mind when you said dancing then?” You ask as Bucky smiles to you, perfectly content. “I see why you like it so much, everything just melts away.”

Bucky hums as he holds your hand up, allowing you to twirl along to the song before bringing you closer once more. “A world without worries for four minutes.” Bucky mutters.

“God, I think I might just love you, Bucky.” You mumble under your breath as you close your eyes for a moment, unaware that Bucky heard every word that just left your lips.

His grip on your waist loosens as his fingers slip out from yours. “Y/n,” Bucky starts, looking down as you open your eyes and stare up at him with blind panic.

“Shit, Bucky, I, I’m sorry, just ignore me.” You ramble, hoping he’d just forget it, but Bucky steps closer.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” He sighs, lifting his hand to your face as he brushes your hair out from your eyes. “I, I can’t.” The words leave his lips and all you can do is nod. “I care about you, Y/n, you know that. But I can’t.” He repeats the words, chipping away at your heart.

“It’s okay, Bucky.” You mutter. “I, I’ve got to go.” You excuse yourself, turning away and walk quickly past the bar, ignoring Natasha calling your name.

Steve rises to his feet, staring at Bucky stood alone on the dance floor as you close the doors at the top of the stairs behind you, hoping no one can hear you cry as you rush to your room.

“What the hell was that?!” Natasha tries to reframe from shouting as Bucky walks towards her and Steve, hanging his head in shame.

“Y/n said she loves me.” Bucky states, looking up at the pair who act like it’s nothing new. “You, you knew?”

Natasha scoffs as she glances up at Steve. “Of course we knew, Barnes. What did you say to her?”

Bucky sighs as disappointment lines Steve’s expression. “I, I told her I can’t ever love her like that.” Bucky tells the pair, hearing Steve sigh heavily before Natasha slaps Bucky across the face.

Holding his cheek, Bucky knows he deserves it as Natasha stares at him with pure rage. “How dare you, Bucky.” Natasha seethes as she walks off, heading in search of you.

“Damn,” Bucky mutters as his cheek burns and picks up the beer bottle, rolling it along his cheekbone. “I deserved that.”

“How could you, Bucky?” Steve asks.

“I’ll only end up hurting her, Steve.” Bucky explains. “I can’t put her through that.”

“And you think she isn’t hurt now?” Steve retorts coldly. “God, Buck, I really thought you loved her.” Steve sighs as he walks away from his oldest friend, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Lowering the beer, Bucky takes a seat at the bar with his back to everyone else. “I do,” Bucky mutters to himself. “and that’s what hurts the most.”

*

It had been almost a month and Bucky hadn’t seen you since the night of the party. He had tried to run into you after you locked your floor from him accessing it with FRIDAY’s help. All he wanted to do was apologise first and foremost, and if you’d let him, have the chance to explain himself.

With a heavy heart, Bucky walks into the kitchen to see Steve stood over the counter, reading the newspaper. “Hey, Steve,” Bucky calls out.

“Buck.” Steve answers as his eyes remain trained on the paper as he turns the page.

“Fancy going for a run this afternoon?” Bucky asks as he pours himself a mug of coffee, walking around the counter to the other side to face his friend. “Meant to be good weather, least that’s what FRIDAY said.”

“I said I’d help Y/n train.” Steve responds, now looking up as Bucky tenses upon hearing your name. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Turning around, Bucky places his mug down, resting his hands on the counter. “How, how is she?” He asks. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve comments. “she’s strong, Bucky but you’ve got to give her time, that’s all.” Steve explains as he walks around the counter, heading toward the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the compound grounds.

“I just miss her.” Bucky admits, walking to stand beside Steve as he notices two figures emerging below and the faint sound of laughter echoing.

“She misses you too, Bucky.” Steve states as he smiles softly to Bucky.

Focusing on the two figures, Bucky looks closer seeing it’s you. He exhales shakily at the sight of you, a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside someone he can’t quite place.

“Who-”

“Peter.” Steve answers before Bucky can even finish his question. “Or Spiderman if that’s any easier.” Steve shrugs, watching you playfully shove Peter as you laugh happily with him.

“She looks happy.” Bucky mutters as Peter wraps his arm around your shoulder and you rest your arm around his waist. “That’s good.” He lies to himself as he steps away.

“Bucky,” Steve trails off as Bucky walks away from the window, heading back to the lift with a heavy heart at the sight of you happy with someone else, someone he’ll never be except in his daydreams.

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Love in This Club (V-Day)

Lena Luthor x Reader 

“Sam. Why can’t we just stay in? I don’t mind spending time with you and Ruby here tonight.” 

Lena’s best friend ignored her and continued to look through the closet for the perfect outfit for the night. Lena doesn’t mind going out but hates going out on this specific day. Valentine’s Day. 

If the raven haired was being honest, she hates this day. She hates seeing couples doing couple activities on this special day. Lena just doesn’t understand why couples needed to express their love so much on this day. Why can’t people just express their love everyday or any other day as the same as valentines? 

Sam throws a black scandalous dress at Lena. 

“Seriously?! Why this one?” 

“Because you.” Sam pokes Lena’s forehead. “Need to find yourself a hottie in the club who can make you forget your name and what day it is. So you need to look fuckable tonight.” 

“Sam!” 

“Nope. No excuses. You need to get laid. Don’t  worry about Ruby. The babysitter just texted me and she’s currently waiting for her to get home from her friend’s house.” 

Lena didn’t bother to argue with her again and headed straight to the bathroom to get ready. Hopefully she can just drink the night away. 

***

The flashing red and pink heart shaped lights in the club were a bit overwhelming. The loud music was tolerable and the drinks were alright for you to stay for a while. You were forced to go to the club against your will. Your friends didn’t want you to stay in tonight. You sit uncomfortably in the booth filled with your friends and their dates. Your friends tried very hard to make it feel like just another night at the club but it was hard to ignore due to the theme and music choice of the night. 

You appreciate their efforts but you didn’t want to ruin their night trying to satisfy your loneliness. You excused yourself to use the restroom but in reality to make your way to the bar to get herself a stronger drink. After a healthy sip of your drink, you unbutton a few buttons on your dress shirt and run your hand through your hair to loosen it up. 

You glanced at your watch and thought about purchasing another glass and then leaving for the night. You didn’t want to stay out too long since you have work the next day. 

“Whiskey neat, please.” 

An angelic voice made your ears perk up. You’re not the only one having a rough night, you thought to yourself. You look at the woman not too far from you. A black tight dress hugs her stunning glass figure. Her jet black hair fits her matching bright red lipstick. She basically screams “fuck me, I’m hot.” 

She caught you staring but you didn’t turn away. It must be the alcohol in your system for your stupid actions. You winked at the woman and simply looked away to face down your drink. The raven haired was surprised that you didn’t turn away so quickly and it was bold of you to send a wink at her but not come and flirt around. 

A tall dark gentleman sneaks up behind the raven haired and puts his hands on her waist. You knew it was too good to be true that a hot woman like that would be single. Little did you know, that guy is not her boyfriend. 

“Hey, sexy. I’ve been looking for you. Wanna finish that drink and get back on the dance floor?” 

Clearly, Lena didn’t feel comfortable being manhandled nor being told what to do. She wants this night to be over and she sees that her glass is almost empty. Lena doesn’t want to go back to the dance floor especially not with the guy who is holding her.

If you didn’t know any better, the woman looks like she needs another drink to deal whatever she’s in. You told the bartender to make another drink for the raven haired beauty and put it on your tab. 

The bartender made the drink in seconds and placed it in front of Lena. She was puzzled by the new drink in front of her and the bartender just tilted his head to the side to point out to you that you were the one with the kind gesture. Lena sees you getting ready to leave while the man behind Lena felt offended. 

The man let’s go of Lena and makes his way to you. He gripped your shoulder for your attention. You force yourself to turn to the jackass for grabbing you. The guy wasn't that tall, probably just a few inches and he looks much more buffed up close. 

“What’s your problem, man?” You gritted your teeth. Clearly you don’t like being bothered. 

“You’re the fool who bought my girl a drink.” 

“And?” The annoyance grew within you, seeing no point on the kind gesture towards the woman. 

“James! Let her be. She was just being kind.” The raven haired tries to pull the man off you but instead he shoves you. You held yourself in place and shoved him back with more strength. James takes a chance to swing his fist at you but you dodge it and deck his face. 

The people around didn’t seem to notice. It was all too quick. The bartenders called security and immediately apprehend the man to kick him out of the club. You make your way to leave again but someone grab your shoulder again. 

“Hey! I- um sorry about him.” The raven haired beauty says. 

“It’s cool. Sorry about your boyfriend. You deserve better.” 

“He’s not my boyfriend. I just barely know the guy. We just met and I thought he was a good catch.” 

“Oh. Well I’m still sorry for ruining anything special for this day. Enjoy your night, Miss.” 

Lena quickly gets in front of you to prevent you from leaving. 

“I’m Lena. Do mind if we get to know each other? You technically saved me from a regrettable night and I just wish to-” 

“I’m (Y/N). Do you mind if I buy you another drink?” 

The raven haired smiles and grabs your hand to lead you back to the bar. The two of you continued to drink and get to know each other better. You found out that Lena is a CEO of L-Corp which you can’t believe. Her best friend dragged her to the club to get yourself laid which failed badly. 

You told Lena that you’re from the military and that you’ll be staying in National city for a while until your next tour. It explained why you were much faster and stronger than James. Lena and you were getting really comfortable with each other. Lena was inching closer and closer until she was close enough to just focus on your face. It was getting harder for you to talk normally to Lena. due to you staring at her full red lips. 

“(Y/N)!” One of your best guy friends spots you. Lena raises her eyebrow at you. 

“We were looking for you all over this club! Seems like you kept yourself busy.” He continues to say and notice the closeness between Lena and you. 

“Oh. I was about to leave-”

“Hello, I’m Lena. (Y/N) was planning to leave soon and rejoin you guys.” 

You looked at Lena with confusion but you didn’t reply fast enough. 

“Oh! Why don’t you join us?! (Y/N), bring your girl to our table. I’m just going to grab new drinks for everyone.” 

You nodded and held Lena’s hand to lead the way to the table of your friends. Your friends stop talking when they see you and a stranger attached to you. You introduce Lena to your friends and their partners. There wasn’t enough room to fit another person beside you but it wasn’t a problem to Lena. Lena sits on your lap and makes herself comfortable. 

Your friends were keeping a close eye on you and were very impressed. A sexy woman like Lena is sitting on your lap with an arm around your neck. You continued to drink and socialize. Lena’s head rests on your neck. 

The alcohol and music were helping the two get lost in your own world. It feels nice to be holding onto Lena and she felt the same as well. Soon, the two capture each other’s lips. You could taste the whiskey on her lips. The kiss heated up and Lena wasn’t afraid to grind into your lap. 

Your hand moves between Lena’s legs and touches her fabric covering her pussy. Lena gasped at the touch and you discovered how wet she is for you. 

“Very bold of you to make a move like that on a woman you just met.” Her warm breath in your ear makes you feel fuzzy. 

You went further and started rubbing her clothed clit with two fingers. A breathy moan fills your ear and Lena holds onto you tightly. 

“I may have just met you but I plan to discover every inch of you if you let me.” 

“Fuck. I’ll let you if we leave this instant.” She says. 

You smirk and stand up with Lena. You didn’t say anything to your friends and just pulled Lena with you to head to the exit. Your friends know exactly what’s going to happen and they’re happy that you’re going to feel loved on Valentine’s Day. 

“You didn’t say bye to your friends.” Lena says. 

“Don’t need to. They all know that I’m going fuck you for the rest of the night and I hope I make me you forget your name.” 

If Lena wasn’t  aroused before, she sure is now. 

*** 

You landed beside the messy raven haired after you removed the strap-on. Lena curls up next to you and throws her arm around your chest and buries her face in your neck. 

“You’re so good with the strap, I swear I don’t think I’m able to cum for a few days.” She smiles against your sensitive bitten skin. 

“Mm. I take that as a compliment. For you being a CEO and all . . . You’re such a needy bottom.” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Darling.” 

“Happy Valentine’s to you too, babe.” 

“By the way. . . I expect that next Valentine’s Day to be romantic. .” Lena declared. 

Your eyes widened, “next Valentine’s Day?” 

It was Lena’s turn to smirk and pull you in for a kiss. 

“Yes. I plan to keep you around, darling.” 

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Hi! I absolutely love your levihan stories! The way they care for each other is just gaaahhhhh.

I wanted to make an ask for a while, but I didn't have an idea. I was reading a story and got this random idea suddenly. How about Levi slipping in the bathtub and nearly drowning, but Hange hears the thud of his head hitting the edge or something and has to kick the door down and finds Levi submerged having breathed in water and with a bad gash where his head hit the tub?

Title: Triage

Summary:

"Levi could count with the fingers on his two hands, and maybe some of his toes, the few times he had seen Hange angry—very angry. Those rare times, she was a full blown tornado of screaming, shouting, kicking, rambling.

Albeit terrified, Levi had to note, Hange never raged for shallow reasons. Her terrifying rage, that came once a blue moon, always seemed to have a very good point."

For the first time in many years, Levi witnesses Hange's rage again.

Notes: I took some liberties with the prompt but I hope you still enjoy. Feedback is very much appreciated :D

I wanted to make an ask for a while, but I didn't have an idea. I was reading a story and got this random idea suddenly. How about Levi slipping in the bathtub and nearly drowning, but Hange hears the thud of his head hitting the edge or something and has to kick the door down and finds Levi submerged having breathed in water and with a bad gash where his head hit the tub?

NN from the last request: maybe he slips in the bath because of his broken leg from when he and mikasa saved Eren from the female titan?

Levi could count with the fingers on his two hands, and maybe some of his toes, the few times he had seen Hange angry—very angry.

It wasn’t something he liked to remember vividly, but it was something he ended up remembering anyway because of how jarring the whole scene of Hange’s rage was. She, who was usually more of like a whirlwind anyway, would suddenly transform into a full blown tornado.

A full blown tornado of screaming, shouting, kicking, rambling.

In whirlwinds and in gusts of screaming, shouting, she clarified logical points, rehashed commands, asked questions. At first her anger was chaos. When the dust cleared though, the haze dissipated, some poor sap always came out of it a learned man.

Her anger, that came once a blue moon, always seemed to have a point.

All completely comprehensible and thus, Levi could easily see reason and consequently be able to summarize the most anger inducing situations to two: One, any utterly stupid move that Hange cannot seem to understand which could cost hundreds, or thousands of lives. Two, utter negligence that could also cost hundreds or thousands of lives.

Notably, Hange would never release the uncontrollable storm for just one person. She had always been fun loving, peace loving. Although her sudden rise to the commander position had mellowed her down just a little, Hange always had a way of building camaraderie with even the lowest from such a high position, while at the same time demanding authority.

Maybe she mastered it, maybe there had been little to no reason to show that side of herself when she was constantly dealing with peace treaties and diplomacy issues.

At times, Levi wondered though, if that part of her had ever left.

It was something he pondered on, grappled with, when days were longer and workloads were kinder. Strangely, one day in late autumn, when the days were longer, when everyone was cramming as much work as they could before the holiday season came, Levi was reflecting on it for a little bit longer.

“Hange, are you okay?” The question forced itself into the conversation uninvited. Levi liked to blame the question for popping its head in like some audacious prick. Really, it had been his own fault at having downed one drink just too quickly that had gotten him at that. Of course, that hyperfixation on Hange, who was starting to look a little pink in the face too, had been at fault as well.

“I just have to go back to the office after this,” Hange slammed the glass in front of her. “Just one drink.” She added. This is the only drink I’ll have tonight.” She added again, after a few seconds.

She had a tendency of turning a little pink with just one cup. Levi wasn’t too nervous about it. Inebriation made him much quicker and much more confident about brushing problems away. “Do you really have to finish looking into those extra papers tonight?”

“Jean will be coming for them first thing in the morning. I don’t wanna keep any more diplomats waiting,” Hange explained. Her tendency to overwork was almost understandable. After all, Paradis was decades behind the rest of the world. With the impending war, Levi could only accept, while affording her a half smile.

They agreed on just half an hour, exchanging half baked ideas over one cup for Hange, two for Levi. Not enough for any of them to end up wobbling towards the exit. Levi hadn’t drunk in years though, having abandoned it after the adults in the survey corps had dwindled to just them. He just didn’t expect that just a sip of his second cup, would have him cross eyed for a moment. Luckily, he easily forgot about it with just a few quick blinks and a quick shake of the head.

“I should be asking you if you’re okay,” Hange said wryly. Her face had an almost pensive touch to it and Levi didn’t want to contribute to any more stress or sadness she might have been harboring then.

So he kept his answer brief, no room for questions. “I’m fine.”

Hange furrowed her brows at him. “Sure…” She started hesitantly. Then, she huffed. “Just make sure to go straight to the barracks… Okay?”

Before Levi could formulate a reply, Hange’s attention was suddenly elsewhere. She turned to her right. Levi followed suit to get a good view, only to be taken aback by the scuffle that had started only a few feet away.

Maybe drunkenness had him blending songs, conversations and scuffles all into one lively sound. The bar fight only stood out like a sore thumb when he focused on the two men, one carried a poor boy by the back of his hands, while another man readied his fists.

Before Levi could process the scene for just a little longer, Hange had come in between them. “Why don’t you keep fights to people your own age? You know this boy can’t beat you.”

“This kid’s parents are in debt,” one explained, his tone aggressive.

“Then send a payment request to his parents.” Hange kept her cool.

But for how long could they maintain the peace? Levi pulled himself up from his seat and wobbled closer to make more sense of the conversations

“We can’t collect…. They’re dead…”

There were many things Levi could stomach. Abuse, unnecessary bullying weren’t among them. Particularly when the child, an orphan at that, was much weaker than they were. He was ready to blink back his own dizziness to get at least one precise kick into the most proper place for a male asshole.

Hange though had been quicker, she had bent down. It turned out she had been dodging a punch. Everything after was a flash of movements Levi couldn't comprehend at his current state.

He stepped just a few feet back, enough to take better stock of the situation. The bar was crowded that night. A bar teeming with burly and most likely ill-intentioned men wasn’t anything new and he had made one mistake in his drunken state. He focused on two men, just among the others, separating those two from the crowds in the background.

Hange was balancing everything at once, keeping the kid safe, while delivering blows when necessary. She was skillful but with two men becoming roughly ten in just a split second, there were only too many ways she could defend herself.

So Levi bit back the alcohol that lingered in his mouth, the light pounding in his head and the way the lights and the quick motions just lingered for a little longer in his vision. He put one foot forward, ready to strike at the man approaching Hange. Defense and offense at such a state, when he was still working to get his flow and his bearings had him careless, receiving a sock to his upper left. He swallowed the bile that rose at his throat, closed his eyes for a second, blinking back the lights that settled in the black.

He managed to pull out before it could have been anything worse. His fighter instincts from the underground started to kick in soon after, ignoring the protests from his left side. They undermined whatever orders his injuries were screaming then.

Maybe that had been a good thing. In the end, humanity’s strongest had taken down ten men in the bar. Hange and the young boy had come out of it completely unscathed. The adrenaline had him breathing hard.

Levi still had his bearings. He turned back to Hange and breathed out. “Pay the tab. We’re getting out of here.”

***

The young boy was quick to introduce himself as they turned the corner of the bar, and made their way far from the store lined streets.

“I’m Joseph,” He started. Soon his words transformed into some over apologetic and grateful babble. Some Levi willed himself to comprehend, others he had been too disconcerted to pick up.

There were words he picked up more than others.

Orphanage. Illness. Mother. Dead. He soon put the puzzle pieces together himself.

Joseph had been staying in an orphanage just a half an hour ride away. His mother suddenly died from illness and before he even transferred to the orphanage, the men had ransacked his house for anything worth more than a penny, to help pay back the debt of his late father.

He just wanted a locket back, a last memento of his mother.

“I’ll coordinate with the other soldiers, see what I can do for you,” Hange said, coiling one hand around the boy’s shoulders.

“The police don’t listen,” he said in between tears.

“I’ll make them listen.”

The boy believed her, maybe he didn’t. Levi saw it appropriate that he himself stayed quiet. If Hange couldn’t convince the young boy, who could? Besides, his upper left side was killing him, his breaths were coming out in some strange rhythm and if he talked, would it make it come out as any worse?

“I’ll take you back to the orphanage first and I’ll see what I can do,” she consoled. “As soon as I get anything, I’ll make sure to send it over.”

“Those men are mean, please don’t hurt yourself.” Surprisingly, the boy seemed mature. Levi though was familiar with that trend, adversity seemed to do that to people.

“I won’t.” They turned another corner and Hange quickened her pace towards the barracks.

Levi followed behind, almost painfully. The quicker strides expected of him made him a little less tolerant of pain. He pressed his hand to his side for just a second. The sky was dark and pressing his side was a flash of movement, nobody should have noticed it except him. But somehow, he was self conscious.

Hange walked ahead though, the rhythm in her stride undisturbed. She hurried towards the stables but only pulled one horse out.

“You don’t need me to come with you?” Levi asked.

Hange shook her head. “It’s a short ride.” She helped the young boy on the horse and plopped herself lightly just right behind him. “I think I’m gonna spend some time in the headquarters tonight, do some research...” She looked pointedly at the kid.

“I’ll wait in the office---”

“No, go to the hospital.”

“Wait.. Why?” Levi spat.

Just a while ago, a few blows connected,” Hange said in a more serious tone. “It might be better if you have them checked out, just for some extra reassurance.” She turned her head toward the direction of the hospital only one block away.

“I think I have a few bruises,” Levi said. “But we’ve gotten much worse on the field.”

Hange gave him a pensive smile. “Just have it checked out, for me? It’s free for soldiers and I don’t think a free cold water compress could hurt.”

“I’ll just make one in your office.” They had a teapot and a kettle and they had some ice as well.

“I’ll pick you up from there on the way back.” There was no room for argument with that tone.

“I’ll wait then,” Levi said. He didn’t say anymore as he turned on his heel. Instead, he focused on the clip clop of the hooves as Hange galloped away. That was a sound that grounded him and when he kept his ragged breaths attune to that rhythm. Levi found that a constant rhythm made it much easier to focus on the road.

Either way, it looked like the walk would last an eternity.

***

For any sane person, it was a short convenient walk. Levi though was in this seemingly eternal trance of just overestimating then underestimating himself. Again and again.

He found ways to ground himself by focusing on the lights that dotted the corridors on the way to the hospital entrance connected to their barracks. He looked at the corridor leading to the commander’s office, almost tempted to turn the heel and treat for himself whatever injuries Hange might have seen in him.

I’ll pick you up from there on the way back. He didn’t have any way to coordinate with Hange then so he trudged straight ahead. The way to meet up with Hange much faster was to just bite his lip and brave the hospital over a few seemingly small injuries.

He had to work harder to contain himself as he saw the crowds from the crack through the half opened door.

Joy. Levi thought to himself. The emergency room was completely full on a weekday night. He settled for one of the benches at the back. The nurses were going around distributing forms and fortunately, he didn’t have to go up to sign anything.

“Some bruising,” Levi answered.

“Understood sir. We’re a bit full tonight so we might have to put you at the bottom of triage.”

Levi only nodded in acceptance, not wanting to waste any more energy or time coming up with something more polite to say. He leaned his back on the bench and stared up at the ceiling. It would be a long wait.

As soon as Hange came anyway, it would be a less tortuous wait, he was sure. She’d find some way to liven up the waiting room with her own chatter. Or maybe, she would see the line, realize it was a dumb idea and have him go back to the barracks and rest.

***

Levi must have dozed off. He jumped on his seat, biting back the white pain that flashed through him at the abrupt movement that pulled him out of stupor.

“Fucking hell, Hange,” Levi hissed.

Hange made herself at home right next to him. She put a hand to his forehead. “You still look a little tipsy.”

“And being tipsy doesn’t merit a trip to the emergency room,” Levi argued.

“It’s not that…” Hange said. “How long… before they call you?” In reply, Levi looked around the room, then back at her. “It depends how pressing the situation is, right? That’s how hospitals work when too many people are injured at once,” he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Hange stood up, walked ahead to the counter with the nurse. Soon, a doctor approached her and Hange was discussing, gesticulating, and she put a hand to her side.

You’re overreacting. Levi allowed himself a weak smile as he mimicked her actions, pressing his hand to his upper abdomen. He let out a hiss and swallowed once again whatever had climbed up to his throat.

It was as if Hange teleported back to the seat next to him. “I talked to the doctors, explained the situation. They should be coming back here anytime soon.”

Levi didn’t reply. He saw that as a cue for her to leave, focus on whatever was at hand. She was twiddling her thumbs, she started to play with the wood splinters that stuck out of the bench.

And Levi was constantly reminded by her own restlessness, she had things to do, she couldn’t waste her time there when she had documents to prepare, diplomats to please and some locket she promised a young boy.

His insides were on fire, his breaths were coming out uncontrollably but he saw enough reason to muster a firm order. As her friend. He reminded himself. “Go back to the office. I’ll meet you there.”

Hange was surprisingly easy to convince. All he needed to do was get through the quick back and forth that followed.

“I’ll pick you up a bit later?”

“No, just go up. Go back to work.”

“What about---”

“I’ll meet you in your office.”

Soon, Hange had made a quick trip to the counter, had a quick exchange with the nurses.

“I’ll meet you at the office,” Levi said again for emphasis. That second time was notably harder to let out though.

“I told the nurses to alert me if anything happens.”

Overreacter. “I’ll meet you in the office,” Levi said once again.

Hange walked away with nothing more than a nod. At the least, that was one source of pressure out of the way.

***

The wait didn’t last much longer after that. He was led to a room, no time for pleasantries.

There were many others waiting. Soon after that brief check up, there would be someone else waiting. Maybe they were outside the room already.

The doctor asked him to undress and Levi focused on whatever glimpse of his chest he could get then as he removed his shirt. His chest was still a raw red, maybe there were beginnings of bruises among them. Levi couldn't even bring himself to look down for fear of sending another rush of nausea through him.

“Are you feeling nauseous? Any dizziness?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Commander said, you got involved in a fist fight…”

“At a bar…”

“And you drank?”

“Just two cups.”

The doctor sighed, handing him back his shirt. “I’ll have the nurse prepare an ice pack for whatever bruises you sustained. You should be clear to leave.” The doctor scribbled something on his notebook.

A few minutes later, Levi had a cold compress and a prescription for rest and painkillers. Fortunately, he had the freedom to not be in the hospital so he headed for Hange’s office, gripping the ice pack just a little harder. It did some work to manage his overall soreness and the throbbing pain in his upper right. Levi bit his lip.

It took him thirty minutes to reach the office. He had expected it to take five minutes. Levi though had taken some breaks in between, leaning back on the wall, taking in breaths much stronger than usual.

He opened the office door with a creak and it looked like Hange hadn’t been too engrossed with whatever she was reading like she usually was. Strangely, she looked up at him, her eyes wide. “You’re here…” She said.

“You don't want me to be here?” Levi asked. He used that blessing of the moment to lean on the door to subtly catch his breath once again.

“No it’s just that… Did the doctor say anything?” Hange stood up from her desk, and quickly gathered the papers in front of her.

“Bed rest and to ice the bruises.”

Hange moved quickly. Levi didn’t even notice her come closer until she had tapped her hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna work in the bedroom.”

“Wait, not in the office? You can’t concentrate in the bedroom right?”

“I think you should rest there for the night, and I think I’ll be better able to concentrate, knowing you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re resting in the bedroom, that’s an order,” Hange said firmly.

She was playing the commander card again. By the looks of it, she would be hard to sway. She had gathered all her paperwork, slipping the thick wads of paper just under her arm. She had turned off the lights and when Hange walked a few inches ahead with that much confidence while gripping his wrist tightly, he saw no choice but to follow.

***

There was a nice bathtub in the commander’s room and Levi insisted he get enough time to himself to clean up the muck, the alcohol and the sweat that came with the fist fight. Hange had insisted he didn’t lock the door but a need for privacy had him a little naughty and a little assertive.

He pressed on the lock on the door slowly, enough to spit the sound of the click into three careful movements.

For the first time in a while, he was grateful for Hange’s pile of work. She didn’t seem to notice.

Stripping off his clothes was a methodical task and Levi realized, if he focused on the slipping movements more than the actual searing pain that followed, he could get anything done. Maybe even cover the few feet that separated the door from the bathtub.

He started off by biting his lip and bending over just far enough to be able to fiddle comfortably with the faucets. He couldn’t bring himself low enough to reach for the plug but even before that, he had made sure to twist both faucets to full blast so he wouldn’t have to deal with the bath emptying too quickly,

The soap was on the other side of the tub and Levi decided to put off grabbing it until he was submerged on the tub. He had spent just a little too much time staring at the soap bar and maybe the gears in his head were turning a little too fast, coming up with the best way to stretch out and reach for it.

There were more pressing matters at hand like the nausea, the pain at his side, the pounding in his head and his utter inability to focus. When he was dealing with those all at once, it was only natural he would run out of mind space.

The slippery part had been something he failed to consider. The last thing he remembered was stepping onto the tub, his eyes fixed on the soap in front of him. And before he could even consider anything else, his foot lost grip on the slimy bathtub.

Then his feet weren’t connected anywhere and he was free falling.

Everything blurred around him as something pulled him forward, into the water. He instinctively put his hands in front of him, once again neglecting the rim of the tub for one fatal second.

One fatal second that ended with a burst of white hot pain.

Pain had been kind for a while after that, settling as something dull at the back of his mind. It had done wonders as well to consume whatever throbbing sensation was eating at his abdomen then. He soon realized, if he closed his eyes, the pain only settled deeper into him, as something almost comforting.

And he realized there were warmer things, there were kinder things surrounding him, like the water that tickled at his sides.

Hey are you okay? There were knocks on doors.

“I’m fine.” He would have liked to muster. The water though that started with a tickle, continued to climb, up to his ears, then up to his mouth.

Her voice deadened to something faint. Faint shouts? Slams of doors. Faint, but annoying loud.

The water had done its part to blanket him, protecting him from the most annoying sounds.

Then when it deadened into nothing. Levi couldn’t help but be just a little relieved.

***

On most days, Hange was a whirlwind. On other special days, Hange was a cyclone.

Recently though, she had mellowed down into something less assertive, tamer, more predictable than a whirlwind.

Maybe a windy day? Levi would surmise when he thought comparing Hange to weather would be a good way to pass the time.

That had become a strange habit he would indulge occasionally. Something quick. Something subtle. Something he didn’t think too much of until he had enough time to be a little more observant of the weather patterns around him.

It was only when he woke up with bleary eyes, still too groggy to even do much but turn to his side, to the narrow white door, did he realize for himself. It was only when despite all that, Levi was attempting to listen intently to whatever scuffle was on the other side of the door, did he realize, god he missed that Hange.

He made out her voice, much wilder than before, her tone more dynamic and Levi was perking his ears up, attempting to break off from that sleepiness to pick up what he can.

He hadn’t heard that Hange in years. It could have been a dream for all he knew.

“The medical technique from Azumabito…. Saved his life….”

“You wouldn’t have had to rely on it if you caught it early on!”

“It was a busy night commander. He seemed fine at first---”

“Believe me… I understand but… Any other day… I gave you my own speculation doctor.” Hange’s voice had mellowed just a little bit. She had clipped the assertion with a title at least. Still, Levi couldn’t help but note that the tone sounded more like a ‘Hange’ than a ‘Commander’

“Yes--”

“No, listen to me… I may not be a doctor but I think the best course of action there was to have felt for any tenderness on his side right? Did you do that?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then why did you say you did it a while ago? Believe me, if you did, if you caught this early on, I’m sure he wouldn't be in as bad of a state as he is now.”

“Still, we’re grateful we were able to---”

“Catch it on time? He. Could. Have. Died.” There were slams of feet, slams on the wall, accenting every syllable and Hange said every word like it was bitter to her lips. “I’m honestly fucking grateful he slipped on the bathtub. At least, it brought him back here and you had to give him a full body examination. I don’t think you would have done it any other way!”

“Commander, please calm down.” The voice very much sounded like Moblit. A nostalgic but also very wistful thought. Of course it wouldn’t be Moblit. Moblit was long gone.

When Levi listened for a little longer, he picked it out in the midst of Hange’s tirade. “Jean?” Even saying a one syllable name turned out to be an ordeal. He painstakingly turned his head back and stared at the ceiling, blinking a few more times, an attempt to focus.

Focus came quickly a second later, with crashes and slams of wood on wood right after the other. Enough to have Levi shift the weight to his elbows, sit up for a second long enough to realize he couldn’t stay up for longer than that.

“Commander…”

“Jean… Carelessness...negligence….” Hange’s voice was softer than a while ago. Still, it was sharp, words were emphasized. Words he had managed to pick out, just by listening closely.

The door to his room opened and Hange entered. Surprisingly, it didn’t close with a bang. Whatever remnants of anger was still very much apparent on her face.

Hey four eyes. By god, he wanted to call her four eyes. She seemed more like a ‘four eyes.’ The anger, the aftermath had left Hange looking more like the Hange back then. So Levi stared a little longer, willing himself to find that balance between widening his eyes and squinting, just to get the clearest possible picture of her.

Hange’s eyes widened as he caught her gaze but she didn’t look too happy to see him. “You should go to sleep,”

How long was I out? “How long…” He managed to say.

“You had surgery just a few hours ago. You slipped on the bath tub and the door was fucking locked. I had to break it down. And god, Levi, you almost drowned....”

To his shock, he realized he didn’t even remember much of what followed the slams on the door.

Hange continued on, her voice echoing against the four walls. “Hell, you’re not even supposed to be awake.” A bout of realization in her eyes. She put one hand on her mouth. “Was I loud? Did I wake you up?” Hange’s question was laughable and if Levi had any more energy in him, maybe he would have let out a light chuckle.

He spared a subtle smile instead.

“I was huh?” Hange said. “Sorry about that.”

Suddenly, Levi had the motivation to shake his head and spare three words despite the pounding in his head. “I missed that.”

“MIssed what?” Hange asked.

By that point, Levi didn’t have much energy to reply. Instead he let his eyes dart from left to right, trying to take in as much as he can of her at once. He trusted Hange to be perceptive of that at least.

If she did notice it.

“You’re gonna have to take more time to explain that,” Hange admitted. She dropped one light hand on his forehead. “But not now, I’d rather you took this time to rest first.” She mellowed again and Levi had to painfully note that the voice had shifted to something more serious once again.

The faint recall of the old Hange justa moment ago, behind closed doors was all he had.

Don’t be ashamed. Be yourself. Don’t be too hard on yourself. There were too many things Levi would have wanted to say at that moment. The words dried up, crumbling into sawdust even before he could completely open his mouth to say it.

He closed his mouth again, ready to restart the painful process of attempting to speak. Someone knocked and the door opened again way before he even started to feel some strength.

“Commander. The military police came to pick up the documents. I kept them posted on the situation. They’ll look into it now, process the paperwork…” Jean’s eyes were on Hange as he spoke. They soon fell to Levi. “Captain, you’re awake.”

“He’ll be going back to sleep soon,” Hange said, as if it were an indirect order. It wasn’t too hard to follow. Sleep was like a phantom looming over him. He just had to let it do its work.

There were still things he hadn’t completely comprehended and curiosity was good at keeping his surroundings lucid. He reached for Hange’s hand, in one swift motion enough to even leave his hand dizzy.

Hange turned back to him. “Levi, rest.”

He didn’t have to speak. All he had to do was blink, nod his head and Hange pulled the chair to his bedside.

“If I humor you now, will you make sure to rest?”

His energy was limited but if he pickled the right words, the right syllables he could get the answers he needed.

How bad?

Hange was his closest friend for a reason. She knew it at first glance. “I rushed you to the hospital as soon as you fell unconscious.” She put a hand to her head. “You had a concussion… But you know, it wasn't the concussion that was life threatening. Your spleen… it completely ruptured. They had to take it out. You’re gonna be out of it for a while…”

If the survey corps did anymore combat, maybe Levi would have been more worried. Recently, work usually consisted of paperwork anyway.

How long?

“You’ll be here for a few weeks maybe. Then more rest when you get discharged. You’re in really bad shape…” Levi looked behind Hange to see Jean standing awkwardly. There were only too many coherent ways to ask about the kid. He moved his hand up to his chest and drew a shape.

The locket?

“We got the issue with Joseph under control,” Hange said.

Jean stepped forward, moving closer towards the bed. “Commander Hange managed to find some records on them. Joseph’s father used to work with the Reeves company. He got involved in the underground, got blackmailed into dishing a lot of his pay for their silence. With the right investigation, we might be able to turn the tables around, get them to confess and maybe return the money or even more to their son but it’s gonna take a lot of meetings, negotiations---”

As if they had heard the word, some almost recognizable recruit entered. “Commander Zoe, the military police want to clarify a few more things about the papers submitted.”

“Give me a minute.”

“They’re waiting outside, commander.”

Hange sighed. “I’ll meet them now.” She turned back to Jean. “Watch over Levi first.”

Within an hour, Hange had shifted from the angry Hange to the mellow Hange then to the serious commander Hange. Levi watched her go for a few seconds longer, noting the strides that exuded the confidence and professionalism that came with her position.

Jean took up the empty chair Hange left and Levi was slightly ticked that she could have been replaced so fast. Somehow, his head was still keeping the screaming Hange on the other side of the door on replay.

“How are you feeling captain?”

Shitty.

“Commander Hange said you should be resting.”

Levi managed a light nod.

“Please rest,” Jean said.

Levi started to notice it then with him much nearer. His shoulders were tensed up, his hands on his lap and his voice, his smile both more stiff than usual. He furrowed his brows as if to say “are you okay?”

Jean was definitely rattled. “I don’t think I’d wanna see our commander like that again...” He admitted, a weak smile on his face but Jean’s eyes showed fear more than anything else.

No shit. Levi was very familiar with that Hange, having had his own fateful encounters with her over the years.

“Before you woke up… She got mad… Very mad… ”

Oh? Levi mouthed.

Jean was starting to flail his hands a little more. “God she was like a tornado. She was kicking benches. She was slamming walls…”

First time?

“But I don’t blame her… It was really negligence on their part. Apparently Hange had told them a while back to give you a thorough check…” He gave Levi a onceover. “Turns out she was right.”

Levi put one hand to his side, noting the tight bandaging and padding, Even a light tap was enough to send painful sparks through him. He stifled a wince.

“Be careful.” Jean clutched his hand, guiding it back down to the bed. “She might just get angry again if you disobey her.”

She wouldn’t. Hange didn’t get angry like that anymore. He couldn’t help but think though, he would have liked that. Levi didn’t let that thought out as anything more than a surreptitious smile. He looked back up at the ceiling and allowed himself a ragged exhale.

“She won’t,” Levi managed to say. “She mellowed down already.” The last few syllables came out more like a raspy cough.

“Captain, don’t hurt yourself.”

When Levi bit at his lip, cleared his throat, he realized he could muster a few more words. He gave Jean an indignant look.

Jean sighed, dropping his shoulders in defeat. “Something tells me you’ve seen her like this before. You know her best... What makes her angry? You know, so we can avoid it in the future.”

Negligence. Competence. When hundreds of lives were on the line.

Levi could have answered Jean’s question clearly or maybe it came out as mumbles. When everything was starting to blur against each other, it didn’t make it worth clarifying how much left his lips.

“When hundreds of lives are on the line?” Jean asked.

Usually.

With Jean’s question hovering above them in silence for a second longer, he started to doubt himself. There was negligence, incompetence involved but hundreds of lives on the line? He was just one life.

Maybe he had been a little too hasty in concluding what went on on the other side of the door. Those last few moments before he let exhaustion take over, Levi became aware of the taste of sawdust on his lips, the smell of alcohol and his own utter sleepiness.

“I’ll have the nurses come in to refill your pain medication. For now, you should rest.”

Right. He was on medications. So his mind started to shake with questions. Ones he would have liked to answer before he gave in to the trappings of sleep.

How much of what went on behind the doors was real? Did Hange really kick, slam furniture? Did she scream like a mad man? Was she a full blown cyclone?

He would never know. Besides, there was a door between them. All he had was sounds, his own facilities marred by whatever medication they were pumping him with and his own memory to make conclusions for himself.

He fell back to bed with one conclusion, one he had built for himself over the years and came back to him as one musing before he fell back to sleep.

When Hange was angry, very angry, she was a full blown tornado of screaming, shouting, kicking, rambling. She was a full blown tornado that had the rare quality of just making sense.

Her anger, that came once a blue moon, always seemed to have a point.

At first, Levi had managed to summarize the most anger inducing situations to two: One, any utterly stupid move that Hange cannot seem to understand which could cost hundreds, or thousands of lives. Two, utter negligence that could cost hundreds or thousands of lives.

Maybe there was a third anger inducing situation that only bared its fangs then, powerful enough to release itself even outside the commander facade. And maybe it didn’t have to be a hundred lives on the line for that monster to show itself.

Half asleep, his memories a blur and with the white door between them, he couldn’t be too sure if that had really been the cyclone he had witnessed a few times before. So he left it as speculation, something to indulge.

He focused instead on sleeping, on the rustle of pages and the wind that streamed through the window.

Reminiscing on the old Hange could wait. He still had lots of recovering to do.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction

[agentwhiskeypussyindulgence]

Whiskey Kisses (Agent Whiskey x plus sized Reader)

Authors Note: Hello!!!! If this looks familiar it’s because it is! This was written in the middle of my covid sickness back in January and I have not touched it since lmao. I figure it might be better to edit it a bit, and post it all as one rather than two separate entities since the second part was only separate bc I hadn’t written it yet at the time I posted the first one. I’m hoping that I’ve gone through and removed any glaring descriptors that will exclude folks but the one thing that remains is that this is a plus sized reader (gotta leave a little bit of me in there lmao!) This was/still is my first attempt at smut so I'm hoping I've read enough to get somewhat of a grasp on it ✌ Plot is the same, wildly incredibly self indulgent, Whiskey is as charming as ever and hopefully the new post will get some fresh eyes on it! Hope everyone enjoys~~

Word count: ~7000

Warnings: NSFW 18+ fem plus sized reader (a bit of body insecurity that is Very Brief), Daddy Kink, Loss of Virginity (including insecurity about being a virgin), Praise Kink, no y/n used, excessive use of pet names bc Whiskey is a menace,If I’ve missed anything please don’t hesitate to let me know!

The place smelt like smoke. That was first scent that hit you as you moved through the crowdto the bar, claiming a seat on the side nearest to the exit. This was your first time out and about in your new city and you weren’t exactly sure what you were here for. At the least you would get a good night of entertainment from people watching from your position at the bar. Maybe you would make a friend. That’s how it worked for people your age right?

It had been so long since you had to put yourself out into social situations that weren’t engineered to create bonds--this wasn’t school and it wasn’t work, the two places where you felt confident about your social skills. You feared you might be a little behind on friend making procedures. This was only your second week in town. You’ve moved from home because you knew you couldn’t stand one more day in your hometown. Moving back after college had been a great way to save up money, but you were tired of living with your parents and tired of the same small town views. It hurt leaving your folks and it hurt to leave your friends even more. But you knew that sooner rather than later they would be moving out into the world. That’s what was expected and you were terrified but immensely excited to be the first one in your group to make the leap.

Now you’ve found yourself here alone in a bar nursing some sugary drink that had been listed in chalk on the special board outside the bar. You didn’t mind being alone. In the past you’d learned to enjoy your own company —going thrifting on your own or heading to see a movie when everyone else was busy. That being said, you found being alone in a bar a much more harrowing experience. You didn’t usually spend much time alone in places where the drunken masses gathered. Parties, clubs, and bars weren’t usually your scene and let alone without your group of friends there as backup.

You were out to be social yet still hoped that your phone would serve as a good enough reason for no one to come up and ask for a dance. Sure, there were some attractive people in the bar tonight, but you were only on your first drink and didn’t have enough in your system to get yourself out on the dancefloor with someone you didn’t know. Not yet at least.

Your attention was pulled from your phone by a movement in your periphery, a silhouette passing behind you. It was a…cowboy?

That wasn’t who you were expecting to see. This wasn’t a country bar by any means and he stood out amongst the other patrons in their casual clothes. He kept a respectful distance leaving a seat between the one he chose and yours as if to not block you in. You stared, taking in his outfit, he seemed like the real deal. Cowboy boots with spurs, well-fitting denim jeans, and a Stetson seated on top of dark hair. Only thing out of place was his shirt. You weren’t a hundred percent sure what kind of shirts cowboys wore, but you weren’t betting on a nicely pressed dress shirt.

He looked young upon first glance, then you noticed the smile lines around the corner of his eyes and mouth. That and the way he carried himself, his essence, revealed that he probably had some years on you though that didn’t lessen the attraction any. He turned suddenly and you couldn’t look away; embarrassed as you were to be caught staring. Not when those gorgeous brown eyes met with yours. He raised a hand to the brim of his hat and honest to god tipped it in your direction with a smile and a quiet “Evenin” on his lips.

You cleared your throat and cradled your glass in your hands, fingers working to twist and turn it. “Evening…didn’t expect to see a cowboy in here tonight.” You take a small sip. “Doesn’t really seem like your scene” you finish, looking around at the crowd, all dressed differently but certainly no cowboys among them.

The stranger lets out a laugh and a smile lights up his face as the bartender works his way to your side of the bar. “Maybe not darlin but this cowboy is home anywhere he can find a beautiful lady and a whiskey, neat.” He says this last part to the bartender who you find standing in front of the two of you. He gives a nod at the cowboy and glances over at you and you notice your drink is almost empty. “Put this sweet thing’s next drink on my tab” he says with a wink in your direction and you can’t help but feel heat flood your face. This is the first time you’ve ever been bought a drink by a stranger at a bar.

You realize the bartender is waiting patiently on you and you panic. You had wanted to switch drinks after finishing this one off, tired of the sugar, worried over the hangover it might bring. “Oh! Uhm, whiskey neat also. Thank you.”

The stranger sitting close to you raises his eyebrows at your order, his eyes glancing between your own and the remnants of your sugary cocktail. You smile and give him a shrug “Buyers choice I suppose.”

He lets out a chuckle and holds his hand out across the empty seat between you. “Jack Daniels. Nice to meet you.” You give him your hand and your name and you watch as his eyes trail over you.

He smiles, as if he’s seen something he likes once his eyes have finished their exploration. You can’t blame him as you had just done the same thing. But you couldn’t help but be a little puzzled. You hadn’t really dressed with the goal of attracting attention to yourself tonight. You chose your favorite pair of light-wash jeans (you were told they hugged your curves nicely) and a band t-shirt with a light flannel on top. It was comfortable and you looked nice, but you hadn’t dressed to impress.

The drinks arrive and Jack raises his glass in the air and tips it in your direction. You hurriedly grip yours and do the same, smiling at the clink of meeting glasses.

The whiskey stings your lips, chapped from your habit of nervously biting at the soft skin in new situations. You don’t often drink whiskey and you attempt to school your face into something neutral, trying not to cough, as the smoky alcohol burns its way down your throat. A burn that you find yourself enjoying mere moments after it passes. You over at Jack who doesn’t avert his eyes when you catch him staring at you, an amused expression on his face. If he noticed your brief grimace that came with your first sip of the whiskey, he was a true gentleman and kept it to himself.

“Is Jack Daniels really your name?” Taking him in with an incredulous look. Who the hell is named after a whiskey brand? Or who uses it as a fake name and then orders it at the bar? Sighing with a smile, he nods. “It was a name before a brand, sugar. Plus, now all my friends can call me Whiskey. You can too if you’d prefer.” He finishes with a wink.

Setting his glass down he doesn’t give you time to react beyond your surprised stare. “So. What’s a beauty like you doing all alone, stuck here talking to an old man like me?” You let out a laugh and look at him incredulously. Confirmation that he was older but you wouldn’t have thought to call him an old man. He’s really laying on the charm thick though. You can’t say you’re mad at it.

“I’m new to town.” You reply. “Figured after a week of unpacking and organizing I deserved a night out on.” He gives a grin. “I don’t know about the other fellas in this joint, but I for one love an independent woman.” Grinning you take another sip from your glass, the burn still there but less aggressive. “Well we all have to learn to be independent one way or another right?”

Humming in agreement he meets your eyes with a smile and doesn’t look away. Cheeks continuing to burn away, you give a smile back. This much undivided attention on you is new territory. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t reveling in it.

“So what do you do when you’re not out wooing the ladies at the bar? You a real cowboy?” You ask, giving him another once over. As a general piece of knowledge from living in a town with some farming areas you knew that genuine Stetsons and real leather boots didn’t come without a hefty price tag. And he certainly didn’t look cheap.

“I’m an agent for a secret independent intelligence agency.” He says this with no hesitation or humor in his voice. Simply a flat reply. You raise your brow at him and snort into your glass. “And now that you’ve told me you’ll have to kill me right?” Jack takes your joke in stride “I don’t think I would ever deny the world a beauty like yours by killing ya darlin”

He swirls his whiskey in his glass as you blush. “Really though I work on the board for Statesmen Distillery. We’re based in Kentucky.” You smile with a nod, taking another sip from your glass “Well that certainly explains- well just about everything about you. How’d you find yourself here then? Need a vacation?”

This line of questioning leads you and Jack chatting back and forth about nothing and everything. He asks about your family, the move, how you found yourself moving from your hometown all by your lonesome. He tells you about his job, the boring meetings, how he really enjoys spending time on his ranch, watching the sunset. (He pulls out his phone at one point, showing you a picture of a calf that you can’t help but coo at, directing baby noises at the phone in his hand. He seems endeared by this.)

You had always had a hard time talking to people you didn’t know, keeping to your same group of friends because of this reason. With Jack though you didn’t feel any lulls in the conversations, no awkward silences. You couldn’t remember the last time it had been so easy to have a conversation with someone.

As the two of you finish off your second round of whiskeys, a slow country song begins to play from the speakers. Most of the crowd looks confused at the shift in vibes from the DJ booth. The DJ in question points towards the corner where you and Jack have been sitting and winks; odd to pander to the one cowboy in the crowd. You’re not going to complain though, and it seems, neither is Jack. “Tennessee Whiskey. Just like my namesake.”

He hums in appreciation before he stands, holding a hand out to you. “Would you like to dance darlin?” You’ve never been much for slow dancing, but you knew you’d be kicking yourself with regret if you said no. You place your hand in his as he leads you out onto the dancefloor. The music swirls around the two of you and you feel your nerves spike, hoping your hands aren’t sweaty, that you don’t step on his feet and praying to whatever god is out there that you can keep the rhythm. But as he gently tugs you closer into his embrace you feel any apprehension disappearing you’re your mind.

You find yourself looking up at him, dark and beautiful brown eyes meeting yours. You take a risk and lean your head against his shoulder as you sway, taking in a deep inhale of his scent. It’s beautiful, not too strong. You can smell the whiskey on his breath and you wonder what cologne he uses. It’s something oaky and fresh and the combination is enough to intoxicate you even further.

“Sugar…” the pet name comes out as a whisper from above.“I’d be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t ask if I could kiss ya right now.” You pull back looking up into those eyes that you could get lost in. He’s leaned in close to you now, his breath dancing across your lips. You part them to respond and you knew you would be doing yourself a disservice if you didn’t say yes.

Wordlessly you nod and can’t help the sigh that escapes you as he tilts his head and his lips meet yours.

It’s not your first kiss, but you can count all the previous ones on a singular hand. He’s gentle, his hawkish nose that you’ve found yourself enamored with brushes softly against your cheek as your lips dance together. You hum in contentment, bringing your arms up and around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and it may sound juvenile but you hadn’t had much experience with tongue kissing. You part your lips anyways, following intuition, allowing his tongue access. The sensation is foreign but not unwelcome and you can’t help moaning, and his hold on your waist tightens as you’re pulled even closer against him. You spend a few moments in the middle of the dance floor in his embrace, tongues dancing together and thoroughly getting lost in him.

He pulls back for a moment and you’re thankful he made the decision because you hadn’t even noticed the fact that you still needed air. You cringe at the whimper you let out as your lips detach, you hate at how pathetic you sound, hate that you instinctually go to chase them. It doesn’t seem like Jack cares though, he’s gazing down at you, bringing up a hand to rest on the side of your face, a thumb coming to sweep across your bottom lip before swooping down for a second kiss. This one is much more brief. “How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” he murmurs against your lips.

You freeze up at his question knowing exactly what he’s asking. Your eyes going wide as you try to stammer out excuses that won’t reveal your true hesitation. This particular insecurity doesn’t come up a lot but you’re never sure how to breach the topic of your virginity whenever scenarios like this pop up.

Jack pulls back, a concerned look growing on his face at your muttering. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, doll. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to do anything other than sit around here all night. I’d enjoy any time spent with you.” His eyes met yours and they were so kind and soft and you felt your heart melt a little at his crooked smile. You had just met him but you made up your mind to tell him the truth so he wouldn’t walk away from the night feeling terrible.

You always make up something else and run before you can embarrass yourself further. Your younger years are supposed to be your “prime” and you know in your mind that it’s completely normal for you to still be a virgin. That being said you have always felt like it was some kind of barrier blocking you from ever truly being comfortable with romantic entanglements.

You sigh as another song picks up. You’re both still holding onto each other and swaying to the beat and you open your mouth to give this man some peace. “Jack I… listen you’re incredibly attractive and I love a cowboy, I really do. And you didn’t make me uncomfortable! I just-” you chew on your lip again, thinking if there was a better way to say this before deciding on just getting it over with so you can stop wasting his time.

“I’ve never…been with anyone like that before and I as much as I wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, I know a lot of people don’t want the virgin burden on them so I completely understand if you want to find someone else for the night so you’re not wasting your time.” It comes out rushed and in one breath, you’re avoiding his eyes not wanting to see the disappointment that might radiate from them. When you finally looked up, he was still staring at you with those gentle eyes, it was too much for you and you cast your eyes back down.

In an instant you found his hand gently holding your chin, lifting your gaze to meet him once more. “Hey. Look at me. You ain’t got anything to be embarrassed about darlin’. And you’re certainly not a waste of my time. Far from it. Ain’t nothing wrong with being inexperienced.” His eyes crinkle with a smile directed at you and you grin back feeling relief wash over you. This is honestly the best one of these conversations.

“Now listen,” he continues “if you just wanna dance and drink the night away, I’m thrilled to get to know you more.” You nod waiting for the ‘but’ you knew was coming. “But if this is something you want to try and I’m the fella you wanna try it with, well then-” He leans down, voice dropping and breath dancing along your ear “-daddy will take care of you.”

He studies you then, gauging your reaction at his phrasing. He knew it was a bold move but hoped that it would pay off. And lucky for both of you it does. Your eyes widen and you let out a short gasp as you bite at your bottom lip. The term he used sent a spark of arousal directly through you and in that moment you know that Jack is exactly who you need to come home with you tonight.

You give Jack a nod and he caresses your face with his large calloused hand. “I need to hear you say it, sugar.” And fuck it if that doesn’t get you feeling all warm inside. “Y-yeah” it comes out shaky not purely from nerves but also through the adrenaline you can feel coursing through your body. “Take me home Jack.” He practically beams at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and tugging you back over to the bar so he can pay the tab. You didn’t walk in here expecting to leave with someone tonight but you’re the furthest thing from disappointed as the two of you rush out the doors.

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You both make your way through the bar's exit and you find yourself standing in front of a vintage Ford Bronco, Whiskey holding the passenger door open for you. You smile and slide into the seat. “Such a gentleman. But you know, this isn’t the car I was expecting a fancy distillery man to own. But it does feel quite fitting.” You muse as he takes his own seat and starts the engine, the radio on low crackling to life. “It’s my pride and joy” he hums, gently patting the dash. “Anything could happen to me as long as my baby here is safe.”

You laugh at the man’s love for his car until the chuckle is cut off by Jack’s hand coming to rest on your leg. His touch is gentle, and he drags his palm up from your knee to your upper thigh and back down again. He glances at you from his periphery “This alright darlin?” You nod as he resumes his movements, tracing inscrutable patterns with his fingers whenever his hand pauses in its path.

You feel the telltale heat of arousal begin to pool in your stomach. You’re not unused to that. The new and exhilarating part of the scenario tonight is that you have someone else to take care of it. Someone other than your hands and your well-used vibrator. You’re thankful that the drive back from the bar to your apartment is short. If it was any longer than the ten minutes it took you might actually explode.

Jack pulls up and you direct him to park in the spot next to your own car. One that looks far worse than you usually find it when compared to the well taken care of Bronco next to it. Jack, continuing to be the gentleman he’s been all night, opens your door for you once more, grabbing your hand as you sling your purse over your shoulder and make your way towards the front door. The elevator ride up to the 5th floor is rife with palpable tension and you almost melt at the gentle circles Jack makes with his thumb on the back of your hand as it sits entwined with his.

The moment the two of you cross the threshold of your doorway you expect everything to begin at once, all passion and clashing lips. You find yourself surprised when you’re not immediately pressed against the door and ravaged like in the movies, and you see Jack take in your living room.

Luckily everything had gotten sorted in your first week and the only thing to indicate a new occupant were the stack of boxes in the corner that you needed to take to the recycling bin behind the building.

His eyes trail along your bookshelf, scanning the titles bookended by little trinkets and tiny figurines you had gathered from gifts and mall vending machines. He admires the paintings on your wall, all excellent purchases from the local Goodwill you thought.

You shift from foot to foot not entirely knowing how to start things off. This is your first time and Jack is the one showing you the ropes so you hover next to your couch as he finishes his scan of the room, turning to you with a soft smile. “You’ve made this place feel homey already, sugar. I love it.” You beam back at him happy to explain your interior design choices but in a moment he’s taking two large strides in your direction. “Now, mind if we pick up where we left off in the bar?” He brushes his knuckles gently across your cheek as he waits for your response and in an instant you’re already reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck once more.

It’s cliché and you know it but when his lips connect with yours once more you feel fireworks. An explosion of arousal deep in the pit of your stomach as you grant his tongue entrance. The kiss isn’t rough but it is passionate. You had always had the inkling that you would find a tongue in your mouth invasive and gross and you are thrilled to learn that isn’t true. Or maybe it’s just because of the man you’re with. Jack seems like the type of guy who can make anything feel good and you can’t wait to see what he has to offer you.

Detaching his lips from yours you find yourself unintentionally pouting. He laughs at his before leaning down to latch his lips onto your neck and the pout disappears as a moan rips through your body as he begins to suck and bite up your neck. Jack is savoring every moment he spends kissing you, you can feel the restraint lurking behind every kiss. You can feel your legs turn into jelly and you’re grateful for the hands around your waist and the couch back behind you for all the support you certainly need right now.

As Jack soothes a bite with his tongue he moves his hands from your waist and places them under your ass instead. He tugs you forward, your balance unstable without the couch behind you. You feel his muscles get to work and suddenly you’re off the ground letting out a startled gasp. “Don’t worry, sugar. Daddy’s got ya.” Instinct kicks in and you’re wrapping your legs around his middle, groaning at the contact between your clothed core and his waist. You hadn’t realized how desperate you were for some friction until now and it hits you like a freight train. Dropping your head against Jack’s shoulder you hear his laugh from above you. “Hmm, someone’s impatient ain’t she?”

Lightheadedness consumes you, astonishment at his strength combined with his teasing giving you an incredible heady feeling. “Jack please…” you rub circles into the nape of his neck and you feel his breath huff into your hair as he groans in response to your begging.

Wasting no time he carries you to your bedroom and gently sets you down on the bed. He stands above you as you stare up with wide eyes. He kneels in front of you at the edge of your bed and reaches a hand up to begin to slip the flannel from your shoulders. The gentle touch of his hands sends a shiver up your spine, even through the layer of clothing.

Soon your shirt is off and he’s tracing lazy patterns on the swell of your breasts. He gently palms your boobs through the lacy fabric of your bra and drags a thumb across the raised material where your nipples are hardening underneath. You’re not sure how much longer you can handle the touches, gentle and tantalizing and just enough to leave you wanting more. You move your arms up and back to unclasp your bra, throwing off the side of the bed to be dealt with in the morning.

Jack’s eyes are trained on your breasts now, even more so than before. There’s a hunger there, a desire that you’re not used to seeing directed at you. He leans forward and cups one breast with his hand and secures his mouth over your peaked nipple. You groan in pleasure and press your chest further into him, despite there being not much more space to fill.

He drags his tongue across your nipple before sucking, repeating the process every few seconds. You’re pleasantly shocked at the little nibbles that are peppered across your chest once he’s had his fill of licking. You move your hand down to gently grip at the back of his head, pressing him closer. “Daddy please, keep doing that it’s so good!” He eases his mouth off, a pleased smile on his face. “Anything you want sweetness.” And promptly moves to the opposite breast, continuing his work.

Soon you’re left panting and hungry for his same talented touch in a much more sensitive place. You tell him as much through panting breaths and he wastes no time to start shimmying your pants and underwear off with your help. He stands for a moment, beginning to remove his own clothes, a pile of his country wear being left in the corner of your room. You admire his broad shoulders, the hair on his chest, slim waist with just a hint of a belly that you’d love to kiss. You follow his happy trail down eyeing the prominent bulge in his jeans begging to be freed.

As you lay on the bed spread before him, you’re overcome with the urge to curl up into a ball to cover yourself. You wouldn’t say that you’re unhappy with your body. You love your curves and your tummy. No you’re not insecure…not entirely.

Jack is a handsome man and you’re lying here wondering if this is what he wants to see. You curse yourself for letting your insecurities try and ruin your night with this handsome man who clearly wants what you want. You fold inwards on yourself only slightly, bringing your legs closed and positioning yourself more on your side than on your back.

Jack finally back at you from where he’s been stripping and glances over at you with a furrowed brow, noticing the change in position. “Sweetness what’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.” You shake your head so quickly that you almost make yourself lightheaded. “It’s not that. I just-” you pause trying to think of the right way to explain yourself without sounding incredibly pathetic.

But it seems like Jack can read your mind. Before you can even continue to draft your thoughts, his brow straightens and an incredibly soft look crosses his features. He stands from his spot and kneels in front of you on the bed. “Doll, you are one of the most gorgeous creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. I just wanna make you feel good. Will you let Daddy take care of you?”

You can feel the heat bloom in your body and you nod as you release a shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding. Jack smirks at your reaction, pleased that you’re less in your head.

He stands and holds you by your hip, urging you to rotate onto your back. Once you’ve done so, he grabs your ankles pulling them apart and down so your legs are dangling off the bed. He kneels on the ground in front of you once more and you see that his eyes are dark with lust. You feel dizzy, knowing that you’re the one having this effect on him. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, and then the other; finishing by sliding his hands under your ass and tugging you closer.

Any potential embarrassment is immediately banished from your mind as you feel his breath against your wetness. He wastes no time, flattening his tongue and licking a broad strip up from your slit to your clit. Your eyes widen at the sensation and you let out a loud gasp as he does it a second time. His tongue licks at your folds before his lips settle on your clit.

Immediately, as if they had a mind of their own, your hips try to buck into his mouth. Desperate for more pleasure, more of that tongue on you. You feel Jack grin against you and he wraps his arms around your waist to keep them still. “Woah now sugar, calm down.” He’s only removed his mouth a few inches, the hot breath teasing you with its closeness makes you want to writhe on the bed. Jack must feel the tension in your hips because he chuckles. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna give you what you need.”

His mouth is on you again, alternating between swirling patterns on your clit and filling you with his tongue. The noises coming from his mouth as he works you closer to pleasure are filthy and you’re about to comment when he pulls back for a moment. You let out a ragged breath and sit up a bit, wondering why he stopped. He takes a thick finger and drags it up through the combined wetness of you and his spit. It teases near your opening and you groan as your want for more sparks once again.

He chuckles at your expression. It’s not a mocking one, you can tell with the way he’s looking at you, the softness in his eyes like he’s the lucky one for sharing this with you. He’s not away from you long. That same finger is entering you now and nothing has ever felt this good. You didn’t realize how different it would feel with fingers that weren’t your own. Yours always felt too methodical, his felt magical.

“You’re sweeter than honey. Did ya know that?” you’re glad you managed to open your eyes as you look down at him popping that same finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. You know you must look ridiculous, your eyes blown wide with lust and jaw hanging slack and open in shock.

You feel yourself clench tightly as Jack moves to slide a second finger in. His free hand reaches up to hold your hip, his thumb moving in calming circles along the skin there. “You gotta relax sugar.” He moves his head back to your clit, speaking directly into you. “I want ya to feel good. Just relax.”

You do your best to follow his instructions, taking a breath and focusing on his hand on your hip and his mouth on your most sensitive area. Feeling your muscles relax, Jack grins into you. “That’s a good girl.” And the praise makes you shudder. He moves a second finger through your folds gathering the pooling slick and slides them into your entrance. You can feel his fingers thrusting inside you, taking breaks to scissor outwards stretching you out in the most delicious way. The fingers curl, finding a spot you’ve never managed to find in your years of exploring your own body.

You throw your head back against the covers as you let out a wanton moan, eyes clenched shut in pleasure as he continues to stroke that sweet spot. You’re so lost that you don’t take notice of a third finger slipping in as he picks up the pace. You’re panting now, breath coming out rapid and hot as your chest heaves with the labor of trying to keep some semblance of calm as the man between your legs wrecks you. Between his fingers thrusting into you and his lips sucking at your clit you can feel your orgasm rushing up on you like a speeding train. You reach a hand down, hoping Jack doesn’t mind as you grab onto his hair letting out a breathless “Jack I’m gonna-” you can feel him nod slightly, groaning at the pressure of your fingers gripping onto his hair and the vibrations finally do you in.

You feel yourself clenching again, this time due to the amount of pleasure running through your body and your legs close gently around Jack who works you through your orgasam, only letting his fingers slide from you once you go limp against the sheets. He gives you another broad lick for good measure and you whimper from the overstimulation, not being able to form words yet.

He rises from his kneeling position and crawls onto the bed, one knee between yours, the other bracketing your leg. You stare up at him with glossy eyes, tracing over his slick mustache and chin. Reaching up, you circle your arms around his neck and bring him down for a kiss, slow and passionate and you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself, sweet and tangy, on his tongue. “You ready for more sugar? We can stop here if you need you.”

You know it’s the bare minimum, really, but you can’t help but be moved by the constant check-ins from Jack. It means a lot to you that he’s looking out for you every step of the way.

Not much for words for fear of getting to emotional, you reach over to your bedside table and pull the drawer open, fishing out a bottle of lube and a condom. You hand both to Jack and correctly reads this as an answer to his question. Looking down, he raises a brow in amusement. “A pink condom huh? That’s new.” Biting down on your tongue to hold back a laugh, you shrug under him. “They were free at the last pride I went to. Gotta stick with the thematic rainbow colors right?” He laughs with you ripping the foil open and rolling the condom onto his cock and you’re glad the two of you can laugh in the moment.

“Now sweetness, I’m gonna need you to relax again, alright? Daddy prepared you with his fingers but as you can see sugar, his cock is much bigger.”

Your eyes trail down his body and he was right. His cock was much bigger than his fingers and much bigger than the dildo you had made yourself comfortable with. But Jack has been patient and gentle all night and you’d be lying to yourself if the thought of him inside of you didn’t set a fire coursing through you.

His words sent heat right through you down to your core, you might have been overeager but his tone had you spreading your legs for him with a wink, a bold feeling suddenly overcoming you since your first orgasm. “I’ll relax daddy. I’ll be good.” His smile is blinding as he grabs one of your pillows and helps you settle it under you, lifting your legs to bracket his own hips.

He notches his cock at your entrance and your breath catches in your throat. He was right, it’s much different than his fingers. More filling, more intense, but just as pleasurable. The pain and pleasure intertwine and set your nerves alight. He inches in slowly, giving your body time to adjust to his size, the entire time he’s praising you, pressing kisses to your face, neck, and chest. “That’s a good girl. Taking me so well. That’s it sugar, keep breathing. You look gorgeous under me like this.”

His praise pulls you into his orbit further. Sooner than you expected you feel his hips make contact with your ass and you realize with a moan that he’s fully in you now. He remains still and bent over you, kissing you deeply, your fingers tangled in his hair. The stillness is agonizing, you need him to move and move now.

“Daddy!” you whimper, and you’d be embarrassed at the tone of your voice if you hadn’t felt him twitch inside of you. “Please move! Please, I'm ready for you to move.” He groans into your neck and obliges. He moves back, pulling out at a torturously slow pace and you feel his cock drag along your walls letting out a breathy moan. He pushes back in slowly too, continuing with this pace until you’re pulling at his hair again, whimpering and begging him to go faster.

“Alright darlin, you let me know if we need to stop now.” You eyes are trained on him as you nod, internally mesmerized at how much care he’s been taking tonight. You can’t say one way or another but you think it’d be hard to find someone to come into a bar hookup with this much gentleness.

“You’d be wonderful to tease darlin. You know that? I could listen to those noises all night, keeping you on edge. You think you’re begging now?” You clench at his words knowing that you were at his mercy, that at this point you’d let him do whatever he wanted as long as he kept cooing praise in your ear. “But tonight is about you, no teasin. Your wish is my command sugar.” He picks up pace and you can’t believe what you had been missing.

Your legs lock around his back bringing him in closer and you find yourself holding on, arms linked around his neck as he takes you on a ride.

What started off as a careful pace on Jack’s end, wound up pushing you to your limits. You didn’t think it would feel this good your first time. Maybe that’s what had kept you away for so long. But any fears had no place here as Jack rocked into you picking up speed with each thrust.

With one hand on your hip holding you steady, Jack leans down to start sucking a mark on your neck, pulling back to admire his handiwork in the form of a red mark that he knows will last a few days. In response your hands in his hair tighten their grip as you both let out simultaneous moans.

“Such a good girl for me.” Jack’s grunting into your neck at this point, his breath coming out hot and heavy, fanning across your skin. “Making me feel so good.” His thrusts are getting erratic now, losing rhythm. His hand dances across your skin, skimming across your chest before finding its way between your legs, thumb working small and quick circles on your bundle of nerves.

“You got another one in ya don’tcha sugar? I wanna see your face when daddy makes you cum.” You’re past words at this point only able to nod your head and moan in response.

With a few more powerful thrusts in tandem with the pressure on your clit you’re coming around Jack’s cock, head thrown back against the pillows with eyes rolling back in pleasure chanting his name.

Jack groans at the tightness around him and the expression on your face. He fucks you through your orgasm, removing his hand from your clit as he grips tightly onto your hips.

When Jack finishes, its with a shaky breath and a drawn out moan right next to your ear. And though you were on the verge of overstimulation so close to your last orgasm, the sound sent another pang of arousal through your body. You were definitely gonna store that away for later.

The two of you remain entangled for a bit. He’s softening inside of you as he gently peppers kisses to your forehead, nose and cheeks. You’re thoroughly exhausted, reveling in the attention and when he dips down you find yourself nuzzling into the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. You worry for a moment that it’s too intimate for a bar hookup but immediately chase that thought off with a deep inhale, taking in the smell of sweat and sex and remnants of his cologne. It’s intoxicating.

Eventually he must tire of holding his body up so as to not crush you and he slides out of you slowly. You have to admit that you miss the fullness and only pout slightly as he stands from the bed, making his way into the bathroom.

When he returns the condom is gone and he has a damp washcloth in his hand. He kneels on the bed and begins gently wiping away the sweat on your brow, trailing the warm rag down your chest and between your legs. You can’t help but hum in contentment, not having expected this level of care after a one night stand. He balls up the rag and tosses it with expert aim back into the bathroom and you couldn’t care less where it lands. All you want is him back in your bed and pressed against you.

Words aren’t needed. Jack seems to read your mind and smiles down at you before crawling into bed behind you. You inch your body closer to his until you find his arms wrapping around your middle, tugging you close and eliminating the gap.

“Thanks for that Jack….that was-” you pause trying to find your words. “-that was fucking phenomenal.” You feel a huff of laughter against the back of your neck before feeling him shift positions allowing him to press another kiss to your temple. “I aim to please darlin.”

You close your eyes briefly before a pang of anxiety worms its way into your mind. “Will you still be here in the morning?” The question is quiet, whispered. Half of you wanting an answer and the other half hoping he didn’t hear as to not reveal yourself to be as vulnerable as you feel.

“Course I will sugar. I reckon–if you’re amiable–that there’s a few more things I can show ya.”

You’re giddy at the thought and can’t help but giggle. “I’d love that.”

You’re not sure where this thing between you two will go, but even if you only have him for one night, you know that it’s an experience you’re never going to forget.

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yandere!ateez fanboy series: seonghwa

When Seonghwa graduated high school, his parents asked him what he wanted as a graduation gift. Coming from a wealthy family, his parents could give him whatever he wanted. But he asked for a camera instead. His parents didn’t know why or what was a camera for, but they gave it to him without a doubt. 

And lo and behold, in Seonghwa’s hands, a Canon EOS 850D. 

He open his box of savings and bought more equipment such as lenses, speedlite, battery grip and ring mount adapter. Testing a couple of shots around his room, the flowers in his mother’s garden and the collection of his father’s wines before he was satisfied with his photos and he was set to set himself out. 

The night before Starlight’s debut, he opened his own website YNbyHwaLight.co.kr and made a profile tab for you provided by your company - VS Media. Ever since your reveal to the world that you are debuting in Starlight as the final member, Seonghwa couldn’t get his eyes off of you. He couldn’t wait for your debut as he camped on Youtube and Naver everyday by watching past videos of you - Introduction Video, Make Meringue Cookies with Y/N and your own choreography of Streets by Doja Cat. To which he proudly beat his cock every night to. 

When the sun came up the following day, Seonghwa adjusted his black face mask to perfectly conceal half of his face. He woke an all black clothing and had his equipment safely tucked inside his backpack. When he was done, he set off to the concert hall for your debut concert. 

Starlight kicks off 2021 US promotions 

Starlight’s Y/N tops January Brand Rankings 

Starlight’s Y/N hailed as No.1 Kpop Girl Group Member For 2021 

Jennie, Joy, Y/N and more: Korean Outlet Media Mentions Stars Who Sported Top Luxury Clothes For 2020 

Starlight’s Y/N Glowing As New Campaign Model For Nike Air Max 

Seonghwa chugged down the last of his coffee before throwing it in the bin. His third cup of coffee to be exact. 4:06 am he is still situated in his old study desk, editing your photos from yesterday’s joint concert. Adding his fansite name ‘HwaLight_Y/N’ before uploading them. 

After he graduated high school, he decluttered old items that he no longer needed and are now replaced with more equipment and the albums that Starlight released. On his walls that were once adorned with his favorite rock band posters, baseball banners and his high school basketball jersey were now replaced with your individual posters. His bookshelves before were filled with his textbooks and comic books which he gushed over with his old friend. He doesn’t have friends anymore. Now, they are filled with Starlight’s albums that comes with all the different versions, the photobooks that VS Media released, the latest 2021 Seasons Greetings and his selfmade own copy of ‘ With Love, Y/N ‘ photobook which he sold over 100,000 copies. Unusual for a fansite photobook to reach its mark compared to companies. 

Ever since the day Seonghwa stepped into the debut concert hall to see you, he made everyone turn their heads and stare at him. It was a fandom joke that Seonghwa made his own fangirls that day. Along the way, they would pluch up their courage and ask to go on a date with him, but Seonghwa would politely decline their offer. As he only has eyes for Y/N, who else? 

After Staright debuted, the fandom continued to increase. It brought irritation to Seonghwa how he felt like he had many competitors to compete for your attention. But that theory was tried and tested when Starlight was at Incheon Airport headed to Jeju. The girls were posing for the hundreds of cameras in front of them, Seonghwa positioned somewhere in the middle. 

Through his camera lens, he watched as Y/N stand in her tiptoes, looking through the crowd as if she was searching for someone. His blood began to boil on who could possibly stole your worthy attention that isn’t him. But he immediately soften when Y/N’s eyes landed on his camera, flashing a sweet smile before eagerly waving her hands at him. 

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! 

His insides were instantly filled with warmth as Y/N had her eyes on his camera. Smiling cutely and making little hearts in his direction. From that day on, Seonghwa submitted himself to you wholeheartedly. The best part? Seonghwa is also a passenger with you to Jeju! Surely seeing Seonghwa before the gates is not the last time you’d see him. As he boarded the plane, he sat down on the seat two rows in front of you. Heart beating fast at the feeling. 

The hour flight to Jeju quickly came by and they all boarded down. Seonghwa noticed how you and the rest of the members took the back door. Two black vans parked at the back door rather than being parked at the main extrance and exit. Lifting the car he rented to place his equipment and backpack safely at the back before following the second van where you are. Heading to the same hotel your manager booked because that’s where he booked himself too. 

Sometime later after checking in to the hotel and fixing his camera, he listened to the footsteps of VS staffs and any Starlight member heading to the elevator and disappearing. Once the coast is clear, he left his room and welcomed himself to Room 1117 - the room you share with the leader of Starlight. 

With his camera in hand, he went over to the second bed as he noticed your luggage was placed on top of it. Slowly, he bent down and inhaled the mattress and cushion. Faint scent of apples and honey. Laying down on the spot whereyou layed down earlier, a soft sigh escapes his lips before turning his attention to your luggage. 

Slowly, he unzips it open and then turning it open. The first thing his eyes lands on is the red lingerie that was placed on top as if it was welcoming him. Slowly he took hold of your bra, touching and feeling the cups. Were your boobs always this big? Blood rushed into him as he brought the cups to his nose, inhaling the scent of your raw flesh. Seonghwa sets the bra down before lifting the underwear next. He closely examined the lacy underwear, grazing his fingertips before slowly bringing it to his face. Were underwears supposed to smell sweet? This was an unexplainable one before something clicked in his mind. 

You could have worn it. 

He brought your underwear more closer to his face while his free hand unzips his pants, freeing his cock and then beating it around his hand, imagining it was your sweet tight hole instead. Shamelessly, he came. 

Pocketing your underwear, he quickly set his plan. He placed small cameras inside the electricity extensions in the room and bathroom and on the lamp stands before exiting. Leaving in time before a VS staff came into the same floor they are at. Once he gets back in his hotel room, he took out your underwear in his pocket and decided to kill time by playing with this. 

“See! I told you, you must have dropped your underwear under the bed.” Yikyung, the leader of Starlight said. I brought the underwear up and noticed how it had a huge white stain. I shook my head, probably a discharge before placing it on a plastic bag filled with my other used clothes. 

“Also, Y/N please put some clothes on while you sleep! My eyes are burning everytime I see you walking around her naked!” Yikyung laughs before throwing a pillow at him. It became a habit of time to sleep and walk around the dorm naked. I felt comfortable around the other members and decided to slowly reveal my habits. As Yikyung and I cleaned up our room, I unplugged my phone from its charger. But the little red light is still beaming. 

“Is it always like this?” I asked, pointing at the socket as I faced Yikyung. 

“Well at least you know that this socket is working. C’mon, were already late. Manager Min is already expecting us.” She says, grabbing my hand as we ran out our room, ending our MV film shoot in Jeju. 

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