#<- hesitant to put this in the tags because y'all might come for my ass but whatever. Whatever.

[scattered-winter]

some of the ways y'all talk about buddie on here is. sure something.

i've seen so many people cry "queerbait" and similar sentiments and i'm just????? we must be watching different shows or something. 911 has a beautiful, canon queer relationship in the main cast, so we know they're willing to show them and write them in a realistic, beautiful way. and idk some of y'all are so up in arms about buddie not being canon yet but like....you do realize that part of storytelling is anticipation from the audience, right?? you do realize that storylines that are rushed to please the fans are never on the same level as storylines that take their time and bloom on their own, right???? you do understand what a slow-burn is, right???????

idk i just. i think as a whole the fandom needs to take a step back and trust that the writers know what they're doing with this. we're not here to fight and complain about this show, we're here to enjoy the ride. maybe we should let ourselves do that.

[snowgoldwaylon]

And That's When You Came - Naga X Reader

So this is my first Naga x reader fic, I'm a bit nervous about it y'all. I hope you guys enjoy!

TW: Violence, kidnapping, murder, drugs, strong language.

This time around, druglords were swarming parts of the Jungles around the world. This sometimes made working with the CIA and Marines hard trying to tie up loose ends.

So, of course, you took a leadership role, and assembled a small, efficient team to head out to the Jungle, and clean up some of these businesses.

You had gotten word over enemy comms that there was a possibility of trafficking coming up, just a few days short of today. So you know today was the day to make the right move and head out.

You gathered the team up, and took off right there and then. You had to head Northeast until you reached the heart of the Jungle. The plan was to ambush whoever was doing this and make them lead your team right to the main compound.

After 4 hours of constant flying, your heli touched down a few clicks North of the potential location. You took out the evidence from the comm broadcast and looked around.

The druglords were smart around these areas. They communicated in code. Morse code, to be exact. Thankfully you could read and understand morse code like you could in your native language. Looks like some classes pay off!

You took a minute and looked over the past conversation between these unknown individuals. You read the morse code with ease, and quickly you understood what was said.

'TRIBAL VILLAGE, WEST OF THE RED STREAM. FOLLOW IT 5 CLICKS AND MAKE A SHARP LEFT BY THE SKULLS.'

You felt a sick, sinking feeling when it mentioned skulls. Now you knew that you were about to walk a thin line with danger, or possibly even death.

You looked back at your team who geard up. You turned your radio on and spoke to the one man you could trust.

"Lazar, I might not come back from this. If I don't, please send a search team. I'm about to broadcast you my current coordinates." You said calmly.

"Y/N, you will come back. I promise to come to save your ass myself." Lazar said.

"Appreciate that, I'll keep in touch. 2-3 out." And off your radio went.

You rounded your team up and stood upon a rock so they could hear you loud and clear.

"Okay Strike team, we are going in. You will follow me and my orders, we stay together at all times. This could potentially be a large threat, and I will not have any deaths today. Now, follow me. Keep an eye out for any potential harm. Form the formation we talked about. Always check those corners and look back!" You said, strapping your MP5 around you tightly.

You led your team off in the direction that the morse code told you about. You came to the red stream and decided to take a look around and see if you saw any possible movement or another break in the case.

You took your binoculars and scanned the area. In the distance, you saw a small, white building. It was covered by trees, well hidden if you didn't have good vision.

"Hey Houston, take a look over there, almost 3 and a half inches to the left. See the white building?" You said, handing the binoculars to your teammate.

Houston took them and looked, he turned back to you and nodded.

"I see it. Do you think we should go check it out?" He asked.

You thought for a moment. What if this was another building with possible evidence or even someone in there you could question? You looked back towards him and nodded.

"Yeah, I think we should. Let's get in there and at least check it out. It'll be worth it if we do I think." You reasoned.

He quickly gathered the team, and you made a slow but steady movement towards the building in question. There was no doubt you were nervous, you had a really bad feeling and you weren't sure why.

When you came up to the building, it was a garage. It had a large, retracting door and a small door for someone to walk into. But there was no house, just a garage.

"Okay Houston, we're gonna walk into this place very carefully, and slowly." You said.

After getting confirmation from everyone, you walked up to the small door. You carefully took the handle and twisted it. The door creaked open as if this was some sort of horror movie and the killer finds the person hiding.

You took a few steps in and checked all the corners. Your team followed behind and within minutes, the whole place had gotten a clean sweep. There was nobody to be found. So, you quickly gathered everyone in the middle.

"Okay, so this place is clear. What we are going to do next i-" You were cut off by a large bang.

BANG!

You drew your MP5 and took a protective stance. Suddenly, thats when a loud and frantic banging started to happen. What took you off guard was the cries for help that followed.

"PLEASE HELP, I'M DOWN HERE!" The male voice cried out.

You looked all over the room, and noticed a hatch to what looked like a cellar, the doors chained shut with heavy rocks on top.

"Commander, I don't like the feeling of this..." One of your team, Leon shuttered out.

"Cover me, we must save this man!" You said with no hesitation.

You ran over to the doors, and ripped the rock off with brute strength. You smashed the chains off with the butt of your gun, and yanked them off. You could now open the door.

"Houston, Leon, with me!" You commanded.

They stacked up behind you and took stance. You ripped the doors open, and out came a man fell out, wearing some sort of uniform. And behind him was a some of two dozen men, armed. You had been tricked.

"Commander!" Houston yelled, jumping in front of you as a bullet as shot. It ripped through his heart like a dagger. He fell to the ground, going limp.

"You fuckers!" You shouted.

You went to shoot, but a rock came flying and hit you right in the eye. You heard everyone else struggle and a few gunshots. When you came back from the hit, you were grabbed and restrained.

The man you first saw, immediately tied all your team up, but a couple of the guys had you in a hold, rather than tied up. You were so scared, for everyone. The first guy who came out grabbed his walkie and talked into it.

"Naga, this is Blade. I have their Commander. Waiting your order."

"Good, bring their Commander to me. Take the rest to the pit. We have work that needs done." The mysterious voice spoke over the radio.

"Got it."

When your team started to get taken away like cattle, you got pissed. You saw the bodies of a few crew mates and it made you almost get sick. Houston and Leon were dead, all because of you.

When you started to be dragged away, you began to kick and scream.

"Get off me you rat fucking bastards! I'll kill you all!" You shouted.

The men only chucked, and kept walking.

You were able to get an arm free and sucker punch one. The other, you kicked straight in the teeth, which made him double over. You took the opportunity and snapped his neck with ease.

The other man though quickly recovered and tackled you. You both fought for a minute until you somehow got on top, flipping him to his back. You restrained his arms with your leg and grabbed his face.

"I fucking told you, asshole. Now, join your friend." You said with anger. You quickly pulled his head back, killing him. You got off and took a rifle he wore.

You looked around and started to gather your surroundings. Now you were kind of confused. First thing first, you had to find your team. You ran back to the garage and went to the corpses of Houston and Leon.

"I'm so sorry you guys." You said, picking up their dog tags. This was the only way to identify them now.

You left and followed a blood trail to a nearby meadow. There, in the distance, you saw thick trees. You came up to a set of some, and in front of you was a 4-way split.

"Fuck! I'll be fucked if I go the wrong way...." But before you could even think, you felt a presence.

Like, somebody was watching you. You looked up into the trees, and that's when you saw a man wearing a strange cap, sunglasses, and a bandanna. He held a tube in his mouth.

Before you could run, he put air into it and shot out a dart at you of some sort. Luck was not with you today though.

It sucks right into your neck. And it felt like a rock had just dropped on you from a great height. You fell to your knees and collapsed. You tried to crawl, but the world went black around you.

The man jumped down from the trees and came over. He removed the dart and rolled you over to see your face. When he saw it was you, he picked you up and carried you towards his large camp.

"Finally got you."

Meanwhile, back at the safe house

Lazar came up to Adler and Sims.

"Doc, Y/N was supposed to come back 5 hours ago. I was even told if I don't hear anything, to come to find them." Lazar spoke with worry.

Adler almost brushed it off, until he heard your name.

"Wait, as in Y/N Y/L/N? Commander of Strike team?" He questioned.

"Yes, remember they went into the Jungle for the possible compound raid. I think something is wrong." He said.

Adler put out his cigarette and got up. He walked over to a plan made out by you. His eyes went large, and he immediately started to pack up and get ready.

"Lazar, you are right. There is a good chance they are in danger. We leave right now! Get everyone rounded up and locked and loaded." He commanded.

Lazar did as he was told, and got everything in line. The crew left within 5 minutes.

One day later, Y/N POV

You finally woke back up, but you were changed to a wall. Your clothes have scratches, and your head felt like a bobblehead. The room had a bright, uncomfortable light above the head. You looked around and saw so much drug paraphernalia.

You were about to pass out again until the door opened, and the same man from before stepped into the room. You both made eye contact, and you saw a slight smile behind his bandanna.

He came over to you and ran his hand over your face.

"Well, look who is finally awake. I thought you weren't going to ever wake back up, my precious little dandelion." He said in a creepy tone.

You revolted to his touch and tried to kick. But, you were held in place by the tough shackles.

"No no no, little one. You won't be leaving now. Do you know how long I waited for you? And here you fall right into my lap...." He trailed off.

You still kicked and screamed, until he finally walked away over to a projector.

"Oh Y/N, I've been watching you for months now. I knew you had been tracing people like me to raid their compounds. Well, I didn't want you fucking up my business." He said, pulling up the images on the projector.

You looked at them in horror when you realized they were of you, in many different states. You at your own home, on a date with Lazar, out with the safe house team for bowling and drinks, even you in the shower. The fucking shower!

You began to cry. You were very afraid.

The man only laughed upon seeing your tears and started playing audio logs of you calling your family on holidays.

"Don't cry, little one. I've always wanted you in my life." He spoke, slowly walking towards you. You began to panic, and started kicking and muffled screaming again.

When he reached you, he ran his hand up your side, and to your face.

"Don't worry. My name is Naga and I'm here to keep you forever. You are mine now, you know." He said.

He stepped back and turned on an older song. He kept the pictures up as he walked towards you with a knife. Your heart sank.

"Do you see this, honey? This is what you'll get when you misbehave. Understand?" He spat at you.

"I'm going to undo your gag. Don't do anything stupid." Naga said.

As soon as he did, he smiled.

"There. Now, why don't you tell me something with that gorgeous mouth?"

You looked right at him, and spit right into his eye. He jumped back in disgust. That pissed him off, and his gaze turned cold.

"You fucking bitch! You'll pay for that!"

But before he could even lunge, a man came from behind and wrestled him to the ground. That man was none other than Lawrence Sims.

You started to wiggle as you saw Lazar and everyone else behind him. He quickly ran over to you and got you free. Adler jumped in with Sims and restrained Naga. He put up one hell of a fight though.

You were carried away to the EVAC chopper, where Mason sat.

"Y/N!" Mason shouted, helping you get onboard.

You sat up and coughed. Your body hurt so much, you felt drained.

"Please Mason, clean up this cut on my leg. It's getting infected." You pleaded.

Immediately, he started to tend to every wound you had. It stung like hell but you were relieved it was over. Lazar sat with you and held your hand. You felt like you were in shellshock.

After about 10 minutes, everyone came back to the heli. Lazar didn't look happy.

"What the hell? Where is he??" He questioned.

Adler pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Sims just signed.

"He got away. The bastard is like a snake. Plus not to mention, he turned my balls into innies." Adler said with defeat.

You sat up and hugged the blanket tighter around you. You looked around at everyone as the heli flew off.

"Wait, what about my team? They still might be down there...."

Adler nodded at you.

"We sent in spec ops to recover survivors. But we are glad to see you back here safe."

You nodded with relief and lay back against the heli. You looked out over the dark skies and the now ominous trees below. You knew, deep down inside down there, this wasn't over.

Naga still roamed these trees. You looked down over the treetops and clenched your fist tight.

"I promise, this isn't over. I'll be back, even stronger."

[mrsalwayswrite]

Say You’ll Stay- Chapter 3

Fury/Band of Brother Crossover Fic

I don’t think I’m going to put warnings for each chapter. I have a broad statement of warnings on the masterlist. If there is something specific that I think might be triggering, I’ll put it on that chapter. Just know there will be swearing, mentions of injuries/blood, battle scenarios frequently. 

Tag List: @happyveday​ @god-of-dramatic-death-scenes​ @alwaysindecemberfeels​

Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

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Don stalked out of the HQ building, cigarette hanging between his lips. They had their orders. Tomorrow they would be heading to the next town to liberate and secure. Captain Evans had put him in charge of the other three tanks and their crews. Two of the other crews he recognized- Davis and Binkowski- having worked with them before. Yet memories of the last team he led and their demise...fuck, he could not think about that. He knew it was not his fault that Tiger got those lucky shots in. 

 His hands still shook slightly at the memory though.  Hearing their screams. He wondered if he would ever be free from the sounds of dying men or if that would haunt him until his own demise. 

 Walking down the snow-laden, muddy streets, his attention switched from the checklist of preparations running through his mind to seeing Boyd crossing the street up ahead. 

 "Boyd!" He shouted, getting his gunner's attention. Boyd stopped and waited for him, thankfully. Fuck if Don was going to jog to catch up. "Where are you off to?"

 Boyd motioned towards the field hospital, with the cigarette in hand. "Promised Anna I'd stop by if we was still here."

 "Alright. Let's go."

 If Boyd wondered why Don was following him, he wisely kept his mouth shut. 

 "Get our orders?" The gunner asked, maneuvering around a seeping pot hole in the ground. 

 "Yeah, heading out tomorrow. Gonna take out a town but start in the reserves. Intel says there are civilians there and they want to minimize damage."

 "We sure these civilians won't shoot us when our backs are turned?"

 "One can only hope."

 They entered the field hospital, both having tossed his spent cigarettes just outside the door. A few men lay on cots but overall, it was surprisingly quiet. A curvy, dark-haired nurse was passing out what looked like bowls of watery soup to the wounded men. A few of the men glanced their way but went back to whatever they had been doing before. From somewhere off to the left, it sounded like someone was constantly hacking up a lung in a different room. 

 Don usually did everything possible to avoid going to field hospitals or aid stations. The air always seemed tainted with blood, death and screaming. Something he had more than enough experience with on his own. There were a few times he should have sought medical care but refused, forcing Boyd to wrap up the bullet graze or the one time he got a small piece of shrapnel in his leg. That one hurt like a sonofabitch. Why he was here now with Boyd, going out of his way to enter a field hospital he had no reason to be in... he could not even justify it to himself. 

 A middle-aged woman in a nurse's uniform walked over to them, coming from a side room. "Y'all injured?" Her shrewd, brown eyes looked over both men with terrifying precision, trying to determine who was the patient. 

 Boyd pulled out his bandaged hand from his jacket pocket. "Came here to see Anna...ah, Nurse Cooper. She wanted to check it yesterday."

 "Mmm… ya that fella that looked out for her last night. Made sure she ate."

 "Yes, ma'am."

 "Thank ya kindly again. That girl gives too much and forgets to take care of herself. I'll get her for ya. Y’all go on now and take a seat towards the back." She gestured towards the few open beds, then turned those shrewd eyes on Don to openly scrutinize him. "Why are ya here?"

 "Moral support. Boyd here is a crybaby and I said I'd hold his hand…" He chuckled as Boyd swatted his arm, muttering something under his breath. 

 She pursed her lips but did not comment. "A'right. Y'all best be on good behavior. Doctor Erickson is in a right mood, I tell ya. I don't want her to get in no trouble because of y’all, ya here?" Without explanation, she turned on her heel and walked away. 

 Don met Boyd's eyes but he only shrugged. He followed his friend to a cot set against the back wall. Don snagged a nearby stool and leaned forward, forearms on his thighs. They sat in silence, neither one feeling the need to fill the air. They had been comrades for three years now and brothers for just as long. Often with a single look they could understand one another. Don was not sure if he believed in God anymore, he had seen too much war and too much death. But if there was a man upstairs, He deserved to be profusely thanked for bringing Boyd into Don's life. 

 "Good morning, Boyd. Good morning, sir." Anna chirped as she came around from a side door, wiping her hands on a cloth. She briefly looked around the floor nearby, hesitated then sat down next to Boyd on the cot. 

 "Mornin', Anna. How are you today?" Boyd asked. 

 "I'm fine. How are you? How does your hand feel?" She asked as she placed his bandaged hand on her leg and began unwrapping it. 

 "Feels a little stiff, don't hurt too much anymore."

 "Good." She poked and ran the lightest touch around the cut on his palm. "Doesn't look like it's infected and it's healing nicely already. I'm going to bandage it back up with some new dressing. Try and keep it clean and dry, change the dressing every day. Do you have your orders?"

 "Yeah, heading out tomorrow."

 "I'll grab some extra dressings for you then. Can one of your crew help you with it?"

 Don cleared his throat. "I'll make sure." 

 She met his eyes for the first time with a small smile before standing back up. "I'll be right back." She disappeared around the corner. 

 "She reminds me a little of my sister." Boyd softly said, gaze having followed her out. 

 Ah, so there it was. Don eyed his gunner but chose not to comment. It made sense now why he was so protective of the young woman. Boyd had always been the most sentimental of their crew. Hopefully that sentimentality would not bite him in the ass later. 

 It did not take long for the red-headed nurse to return, hands holding new wrappings and dressings. Before she could sit down on the cot again, a shout made her jolt, whipping around to face towards the front. 

 "Nurse Cooper!" 

 Don watched a tall, blonde man stride into the room like he owned every inch of the ground he walked on. With his doctor's uniform on, he practically did. The tank commander was unsure what was going on but he had a bad feeling. Unconsciously, he straightened up in his chair, staring hard at the doctor.

 "Come here!" The doctor bellowed, completely ignoring the scene he was causing.

 Anna carefully set the bandage down next to Boyd before slowly walking towards the doctor. He stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips and a glare to rival the devil's on his stubbled face. When she stood before him, he immediately got in her face. 

 "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my patients! One came in here an hour ago and complained you ignored him! Need I remind you that we are to help everyone with an injury, it does not matter our personal preferences or if you find them attractive. You do your damn job!"

 "Yes, sir. I apologize, I asked Nurse Falk to help him because…"

 A loud smack filled the air. 

 The doctor pulled his hand back from backhanding her to only point a finger at her. "I don't care for your excuses. Do your fucking job or I'll find you some hell hole to work in. Do I make myself clear?"

 Don was up and moving before he realized it. He looped an arm around Anna's waist and pulled her behind him in one fluid motion. He squared off in front of the doctor, meeting him eye to eye. 

 No words were spoken, yet a war waged between them. This doctor wore an air of authority like a badge to wave in other's faces. If he expected the tank commander to back down, he was sorely mistaken. Don had been fighting too long, killed too many men with his own hands to be intimidated by someone who thought when he opened his mouth, everyone around should obey. Don narrowed his eyes, silently begging the man to try something. Give him an excuse to knock the arrogant asshole down a couple notches. 

 Finally, the doctor looked over Don's shoulder, glaring at Anna one more time. "Do your job." He spat out before retreating out of the room and up a set of stairs. 

 Don watched his retreating form for a minute, making sure the man was not going to turn around and continue to publicly berate and abuse Anna. When he could no longer hear the doctor's step, he looked down at the small woman still huddled against him. 

 "You alright, sweetheart?"

 Tilting her head up to meet his eyes, she nodded and licked her lips before answering, voice just above a whisper. "Thank you."

 He could not help it. Oh so carefully, he put his other hand on her chin and turned her head to see the reddened cheek. 

 "I'm fine. It's not that bad." She stepped out of his grasp and looked back towards the front. 

 The middle-aged woman with the shrewd eyes and graying hair watched them, both hands gripping a towel until her knuckles were white. Quietly, she approached and took a look at Anna's cheek. "Finish up with ya patient then get to the kitchen. Make yaself a cup of tea."

 "Yes, ma'am." Anna started back down the rows of cots to Boyd's side, head down, ignoring the looks sent her way by those in the room. 

 Don met the aging nurse's eyes and a silent understanding passed between them. She gave him a brief nod then left. A sigh left his lips before he rejoined Boyd and Anna, returning to his spot on the stool. 

 She worked silently, putting some kind of ointment on Boyd's cut and dressing it. 

 "Anna." Boyd tried to get her attention but she ignored it, working methodically. "Anna, look at me. Come on."

 Finally, she looked up with watery eyes. "He came in this morning."

 "Who did?"

 "That Private from last night…"

 "Shit," Boyd swore, rubbing his other hand over his moustache, "that's who the doctor is yelling at you about?"

 She looked away, gathering up the soiled dressing, then stood. "I need to clean these. I… I wish you both well tomorrow...good luck." 

 Boyd stood, putting a hand on her shoulder. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times as if to say something encouraging but finally settled with, "I'll be praying for you."

 "Thanks. If anything, I'm glad I met you." She looked down at Don, still sitting with his forearms on his knees. "Both of y’all. Thank y’all for everything." With a final small smile, she walked out of view and towards the back room. 

 "Don…"

 The tank commander finally stood, quickly lighting a new cigarette. "I know, Boyd, I know. Come on. Us lingering isn't gonna do her any good."

 They walked out together side by side, clean dressings and bandages in both their pockets. Neither said anything as they walked back to Fury, their separate thoughts on the auburn-haired nurse. 

 When they caught sight of Fury with the others lounging around, Don knew what he had to do. 

 "Fuck it." He muttered then stopped walking. "Bible, start getting Fury ready to leave for tomorrow. Spread the word."

 "Where you going, Don?"

 "There's something I gotta do."

 Before further questions could be asked, he started back the way they had just come. He brusquely pushed past someone standing idly in the doorway of the field hospital. His eyes scanned the large front room and landed on the matronly nurse from before, who was examining a man's shoulder as he gritted his teeth. 

 "Nurse." Don spoke up, stepping closer. When she looked up at him, he continued, "where is she?"

 She seemed to weigh out her answer before jerking her head towards the back. "In the kitchen still. Be quick."

 He brushed past all the cots and the few men filling them, wandering into the back room where a few extra cots were and medical supplies in cabinets. To his right was another door. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and was relieved it was the kitchen. 

 It was a small room and probably had been cozy at one time before the war came and ravaged it. A fire was lit in the hearth, a black kettle hanging just over it. The sound of the water just beginning to boil made the scene feel domestic. A small wooden table was pushed against the wall, three chairs crowding it in. Anna sat on one of the chairs, hair freed from its typical bun and hanging loose down her back. Having heard the door open, she turned and he witnessed her eyes widened as she recognized him. 

 "Sergeant? Is everything alright?" 

 Putting his boot on the chair across the small table from her, he unstrapped the combat knife and sheath strapped to his lower leg, hidden under his trousers. It thudded when he set it on the table, the sound feeling like a gong going off even though it was not nearly that loud. 

 "It's a Mark 3 combat knife. I've had it since North Africa. Hide it somewhere on you that you can reach easily. Don't worry about using it right, just use it however you can to defend yourself. Slash. Stab. Doesn't fucking matter. You wait though until they can't get away. Don't pull it out too soon and someone with skills will knock it out of your hands or just take it from you. Got it?"

 Her sapphire eyes were wide as saucers as she looked at him then the knife, gingerly reaching her hand out to touch it. "Why are you giving me this?"

 "Look, find someone to show you how to use it if you…"

 She reached over and placed a hand on his forearm, effectively silencing him. "I know how to use a knife. My father taught me. I had a knife but Doctor Erickson took it. Said it was not appropriate. This time he won't find it." She looked up, meeting his hardened gaze. "Why did you come back?"

 Don sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know."

 They stared at each other, both seeking answers in the other person's eyes. It was in this moment he truly began to notice things about her; like how there was a ring of gold around the iris in her eyes, how there was a slight dimple in her chin, how her features were soft but underneath it all, was a core as strong as steel. This was how she had survived as long as she did on the front lines of war. His respect for her increased. She looked a dainty, petite little rose but that was only her outward appearance. 

 The door opened behind them and the dark-haired, curvy nurse stuck her head in. "Anna, I'm going to need your assistance."

 "Yes. Yes, I'll be right there."

 The other nurse closed the door, only sparing Don a quick look. With that, whatever intimate moment they conjured shattered into a thousand glass pieces. 

 Don rubbed the back of his neck, unsure what just happened. It did not matter though. In all likelihood he was never going to see her again. "Good luck, Nurse Cooper."

 He turned to head out but she gripped his arm, holding him frozen. In a flash, she stepped closer and rose up on her toes to press a quick kiss to his jawline. Not that she could reach much higher. 

 "Stay safe, Sergeant. " She whispered, before snatching the combat knife off the table and slipping out the door like a dream. 

 His hand drifted on its own accord to rub the spot where her lips touched his skin. 

 He groaned as he realized what he was doing. Silently reprimanding himself, he shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed out, past the cots and fellow soldiers, keeping his eyes forward. He had a job to do. They were in the middle of a war for Christ's sake. He should not be acting like some schoolboy. 

 If the skin that had been graced by her lips felt like a seal on his jawline, no one else needed to know that. 

 *****

 Anna helped Nurse Harris patch up a soldier who had gotten his foot crushed as best as they could. She worried they would have to amputate it but for the moment, it was bandaged as well as possible and he was finally sleeping, the morphine having fully kicked in. 

 She tended to the few other men laying on cots, making sure they all had water, no one was in major pain and they were as comfortable as possible. The last rays of sun peered through the windows, a display of reds, oranges and yellows coating the inside of the field hospital. 

 As she moved about, the strange yet comforting feel of the combat knife strapped to her calf was her companion. And with the feeling of it, her thoughts continuously drifted to the Staff Sergeant who gave it to her. 

 What had she been thinking to kiss him? Even if it was meant innocently and as a thank you. Stupid, so stupid. It was too late now to change it. For all she knew, she would never see him again. He could die in the fight tomorrow and she would never know. 

 The thought of his death sent a sharp stab to her heart.

 Only in her own mind would she easily admit how attractive she found the man to be. When he held her behind him, an arm around her to protect and shield her from Doctor Erickson; his touch had knocked the air out of her lungs more than the slap from the doctor ever could.  

 "Nurse Cooper." 

 Anna looked up as Nurse Falk walked towards her. "Yes, ma'am?"

 "Come with me."

 Nerves came alight with those three words. Whatever this was, it could not be good. Anna set down the clean bandages she had been rolling to store away and followed the matronly nurse towards the back. 

 In the kitchen, Nurse Falk quickly moved to shut the doors, even going so far to draw the curtains over the solitary window. The only light came from the small fire in the fireplace. 

 This could not be good. Was Doctor Erickson sending her away? Oh God, what was she going to do?

 Nurse Falk had never been one for physical touch. So when she came and grabbed Anna's hands, holding them between their bodies, Anna could feel tears gathering in her eyes. 

 This was bad. 

 "Ya know 'bout that mission tomorrow?"

 Anna could only nod. Her throat felt swollen, questions threatening to choke her. 

 "Captain Evans asked for some additional medical support. He's plannin' on settin' up a small aid station there. Says there's civilians and he's worried 'bout extra casualties."

 No.

 "Besides their usual medics, they asked for any spare medics we have…"

 No, please, no. 

 "...but Doctor Erickson gave 'im ya name. Since ya speak both German and French, it would help with them civilians, and ya would be seen as less intimidatin' than a soldier if they be needin' a translator. I'm sorry."

 So, this was Doctor Erickson's final revenge. To this day she still questioned what she had done to cause him to hate her so much. Since the beginning, he treated her like shit on his boot. Now he was offering her up as a sacrificial lamb. 

 "When...when do we leave?"

 "Oh seven hundred. Ya be ridin' in a truck with Medic Hunter...do ya need help packin'?"

 She shook her head, cursing the tears that slipped down her cheeks. 

 "A'right. Go pack and rest while ya can. We'll find ya some new clothes too. I'll come get ya in the mornin'." She squeezed Anna's hands once more before stepping away. 

 In a daze, Anna felt her feet moving but did not remember telling them to. Up the stairs she went to the small bedroom she shared with two other nurses. She sat on her cot, mind numb and lacking the energy to do anything. 

 She was being sent away. To the real front lines. Alone. A single woman alone in a company of soldiers. She knew Medic Hunter; he seemed a good man. She had gotten used to the chaotic, draining life of working in a field hospital. She had been doing it for a year now. At least she was around other women, a few she would even call friends. 

 Tomorrow all that would be gone. 

 Slowly, she curled up on her bed and silently let the tears fall unaided. She was tired. So bone-deep tired of this war. Of seeing young men dead or maimed. Of constantly being dirty with grime and blood. Of remembering what spilled intestines looked like more than her childhood home. 

 She always tried to convince herself that it would get better, tomorrow would be better. It was a habit she had picked up from her mother, trying to always be positive, to see the best in everyone. 

 For the first time, she did not even try to pretend that tomorrow would be better. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

summertime sadness .6.

overtime

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral, masturbation)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Your new duties start to mount.

Note: Thanks once again for all the support on this series :) We’re going to go well over six parts if that isn’t obvious. Estimate is 10 but no promises. Things are heating up though and I can’t wait to continue. That being said, I got some rl work to do so might be a delay in parts. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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You watched glumly as the desks emptied out one by one. Stacey was always one of the last to go. She gave a cheery farewell as she grabbed her bubblegum pink purse and headed out the door. You waved at her and swallowed down your fear. Those still at their desks took her departure as a cue. They left soon after.

The office was eerie without the sound of keyboards and hushed chatter, the odd giggle or buzz of a phone. You sensed the change behind you and swiveled back to the face the ominous doorway. He was there. It was as if he knew. You were all alone know. No buffer, no witnesses.

“You almost caught up, darling?” He crossed his arms.

“I… Yeah.” You answered weakly. You knew he didn’t care about your work.

“Good,” He stood straight and stepped outside his office. “Why don’t you come here and we can go over your… work?”

You nodded and pushed yourself to your feet. Your legs felt like jello. You could still feel his hand on your thigh, on your pussy. It never quite went away but it wasn’t like Steve or Bucky. It was a touch that left you worn out and repulsed. You stepped around your desk and he turned his palm out.

“Ah,” He pointed to the floor. “Crawl to me, darling.”

Your heart dropped and you looked down at your feet. You unsteadily lowered yourself to your knees and pulled your skirt from under your knees. You bent forward and planted your hands on the floor. You took a deep breath and lifted your head. He watched you with his usual boastful smirk.

What were you doing? You cringed as you started across the floor. You were on all floors like a baby; an animal. And for what? Because you were stupid enough to fuck your professor. You imagined how he’d laughed if he found out you were also messing with your best friend’s father. Oh, he’d surely get a kick out of that.

As you neared him, he hummed in approval. He stepped around you and bent to slap your ass. “Go on,” He urged.

You crawled into his office and he followed. As you stopped inside, he closed the door with his foot. You were shocked as he tugged your skirt up and exposed your ass. You sat back as you tried to hide your bare flesh. He laughed and rounded you. He squatted and looked you in the eye as you sat back on your heels.

“I want you to tell me what you did that day.” He said.

“What do you--”

“After the bookshop. I know you fucked him.” He reached out and touched your cheek before he stood. “Stay like that and tell me how.”

“I-I can’t--” You stuttered.

“Start with where.” He sat in his chair and it squeaked as he leaned back.

“Uh, we went to my apartment and--” You looked down as your eyes burned. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do. Tell me.” His zipper softly descended in as he spoke. “Were you on top?”

“I-- It was against my desk. I was sitting on it,” You said quietly. “I had my legs around him as he...entered me and I hugged him to me. It was fast. Hard.”

“Mmhmm,” He purred. “And… did you cum?”

“Yes.” You answered softly.

“Were you loud?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“And that was the only time that night?”

“No. About an hour later, we fucked on the bed.” You confessed. 

“How?” He groaned.

“From behind. He likes it like that.” You sucked in your breath as your head swam. “Please…”

“Come here.” He said. “Stay down there.”

You dropped back onto your hands and crawled around his desk. He was stroking himself as you approached. You stopped and stared up at him. You tried not to see his hand moving up and down at the bottom of your vision.

“Get undressed.” He ordered. 

You shivered and pushed your blazer back on your shoulders. You tossed it aside and pulled your blouse over your head. Then you unzipped your skirt and kicked off your wedged shoes. Your hands were clumsy as you unhooked your bra and you couldn’t look at anything but the floor.

“I can’t blame him,” He said. “You’ve got that innocent school girl thing going on. But you’re not so innocent, are you?”

“No,” You forced out.

“I want you to use your mouth, my dear.” He rasped. 

You sniffed and nodded as you gathered your wits. You lifted your head and got up on your knees. You neared him as he spread his legs and you touched his thighs. His cock was pale and long. Not as thick as Steve or Bucky but nothing close to small. He withdrew his hand and you replaced it with yours.

“I said your mouth,” He warned. “Hands…” He grabbed your hands and put them palm down on his thighs. “Down.”

You pressed your hands down to assure him of your obedience. He grabbed his dick and angled it towards your mouth. You parted your lips and slipped them over his tip. He moaned as you pushed your tongue along his flesh. You took as much as you could and more. You struggled not to gag as you forced him down your throat.

“You are gifted indeed,” He snarled. “Fuck.”

His hands held your head as he began to guide you up and down. The sloppy sounds of your sucking bounced off the walls and filled your ears. He shuddered as he urged you faster. You choked and he pulled you off him all at once.

“Closer.” He grabbed your shoulder and rolled his chair forward. He took your hands and pushed them to your tits. “Like that.”

You held your tits together and he pushed his cock between them. His tip poked out above your cleavage as he slid to the edge of his chair. He rocked the chair as he fucked your tits and your stomach churned.

“Lick it.” He ordered.

As his tip came up, you bent your head and stuck out your tongue to flick across it. He inhaled sharply and continued on, each time you did so, he delighted in it. He gave you no warning before he came. His cum shot up across your face as he gripped your shoulders. It dripped down your nose and lips and along your chin. When he finished, he released you and sat back on his chair.

“Whew,” He breathed as he looked at you. “Clean yourself up, darling.”

You stood and reached for the box of kleenex on his desk. He caught your wrist and pulled you back. “No, not like that. Like you did at lunch.”

You scowled as he let you go. You slowly wiped his cum away from your nose and lips and shoved it in your mouth. You almost wretched as you licked up the salty, sticky mess. Then you scooped up that along your chin and forced yourself to swallow. He watched and his own tongue poked out between his teeth.

“My dear, you do impress me,” He said. “Go on. Get dressed. Go home.” He made no move to put his cock away, instead carelessly playing with it as it grew flaccid. “Rest up for tomorrow.”

💋

Tuesday and Wednesday ended much the same. You hid at your desk until the office emptied out and then Loki called you to his office. He stood in his doorway until you crossed to him; the usual taunting words. And you left with the taste of his cum in your mouth and the stickiness across your chest. The stain had seeped into your soul.

Thursday was different. Something had changed. Something was amiss. You saw Loki twice; at the morning meeting and again after lunch as he stormed out of his office. He strode out with his briefcase in one hand and his phone to his ear. His voice was angry as he passed you. You caught only a snippet of his ire as his eyes flicked briefly to meet your curious gaze.

“No, no. I’m leaving work now-- Thor. This is the last time.” He sighed as he swept past and you watched him go.

For the rest of the day, you were as distracted by absence you had been his presence. There were titters around the office of what had riled him so. It was well known the editor had a rocky relationship with his brother, Thor. Their father was a CEO in London and had raised two sons with ambitions as great as his own; though it was barely a secret that he preferred one over the other.

As the hour rolled around, you hesitated to pack up. Surely if he meant to return, he would’ve by now. You shut down your computer and slid your notebook into your bag. Your phone vibrated on your desk before you could grab it and you flipped it over. A message from a private number.

‘Zelda’s, 7pm. Wear a dress. No panties.’

It wasn’t hard to guess its source. Your stomach sank and you touched your hot neck. He wanted to meet you outside work. Whatever had kept him so long, certainly couldn’t have improved his mood either. You typed up your confirmation and your phone buzzed again. Another text from Steve. You dropped it in your bag and rolled your chair against your desk.

You stared at your closet for an hour before you found the strength to change. After a Google search, you felt entirely unprepared for the upscale bar. More so for the man who waited for you there. You chose the black dress you’d bought for a night out with Kylie. Tight but not revealing. It was the only piece you had that wasn’t too girlish for the venue. 

Your uber was quick. You cursed the unusual expediency of New York traffic. You stepped out and stared up at the tall tinted windows of Zelda’s. You suspected a single cocktail would be worth at least a couple hours’ work. You fixed your purse on your shoulder and entered.

You spotted Loki along the bar. His green eyes were quick to find you. The din stifled the ringing in your ears as you crossed to him. He patted the stool next to his and waited for you to climb up.

“Hmm,” His fingers walked along your knee. “You haven’t anything shorter?”

You shook your head as he gestured to the bartender. He pushed his glass across the bar and glanced at you. “She’ll have a class of blanc,” He said coolly, “Top shelf.”

Your drinks appeared quickly and you frowned as he slid the wine glass over to you. “I’m still underage.” You whispered.

“I suspect that’s not stopped you before, darling,” He smirked. “Trust me, the wine is much preferable than any of that swill you chug at those frat house keggers.”

You took the glass and sipped. He watched, his green eyes swirled with menace. His jaw ticked, a remnant of his anger lingered in his posture.

“I did regret having to leave so early today but… I would not let such an inconvenience ruin my plans.” He rested his hand on your knee, just below your skirt. “Our plans.”

You nearly choked and made to set down your glass. He pressed his palm to the bottom of the stem and stopped you. You froze and blinked at him as he shoved your skirt up just an inch.

“I suggest you finish that,” He said. “And another might be in order. My dear, you look ready to faint.”

You inhaled sharply and drained the glass. This time he let you set it on the bar and he motioned for a refill. The bartender was just as diligent. Loki’s hand slipped but only to drag yours up to your knee. He squeezed your hand beneath his and leaned in. 

“It’s your turn.” He breathed. “I had my fun in that little bistro.” He pushed your hand down between your legs and your skirt rode up higher. “We’re not leaving until you cum.”

“I can’t--”

“Don’t make a fuss and no one will even know,” He purred as he leaned in. “People come here to drink. To forget. Not to worry about others.”

You sat straight, stunned. Your hand shook between your legs as he drew away. He leaned one arm on the bar and took a drink of the dark liquor on ice. The clink sent a shiver down your spine and you braced yourself as you slowly moved your fingers along your thigh. As he requested, rather ordered, you’d left your panties at home.

You brushed along your cunt and stopped. Your eyes widened and he tilted his head as he stared at your lap, your skirt bunched around your wrist. He took your wine glass and offered it. You took it with your free hand and gulped until it was half gone. He replaced it on the bar and nodded.

“Mr. Laufeyson…” You pleaded.

“Sir,” He corrected.

“Please… sir.”

“The sooner you start, the sooner you… finish.” He said. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

You winced. He knew that your core started burning the moment he’d touched you. That even though you didn’t want it, he riled you. That though you resisted, your body surrendered.

You took another deep breath and pushed your fingers between your folds. You circled your clit until that familiar tickle began to mount. You bit your lip and pressed firmly against your bud. Your hand moved without thought. Every flick, every swirl was instinctual. 

Your mind hazed as the voices and strangers around you formed a fog. The man who sat before you changed to. For a second, a single second, his hair lightened to gold and his eyes flowed blue like the sea. And then he darkened, a thick brown beard and square jaw. 

But as you came, your vision cleared and it was Loki again. Victorious. Boastful. Your body twitched as you sucked in your lip and swallowed back the moan. You lowered your head and your hand slipped down your leg. He snickered.

He reached for your hand and lifted it so that your fingers glistened in the low light of the bar. He brought them to his lips and sucked on them. You whimpered and he set your hand down in your lap.

“Finish your wine, darling,” He purred. “Our night has just begun.”

[connorandersons-blog]

Family Reunion

Rating: mature

Ship: Connor/Gavin

Word count: 3,053

Chapter: 1/5

Summary: Gavin is going to a family reunion, but he doesn’t have a date. Of course, he has to ask the android he’s been pining for. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Trans Gavin, fake/pretend Relationship, mutal pining, bi Connor, ace connor, gay Gavin, Ken Doll Android Anatomy

Connor honestly didn’t expect these words to come out of Gavin’s mouth, especially not directed at him.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, shaking his head. There was no way he had heard that right.

Gavin huffed and crossed his arms, looking anywhere except at Connor. “I said, will you be my boyfriend?”

So he did hear that right. Huh. They didn’t get along, but they didn’t… fight. He had found that his eyes frequently followed Gavin, and who could blame him?

“You’re asking me to be your boyfriend.” He squints his eyes, scanning over Gavin. He wasn’t intoxicated or high. He seemed to be in his right mind, except for the question.

He felt a spark run down his spine and hope rise up. He pushed it down, deep down. There had to be a good reason for this.

“Phck. It’s my family. They are having their get together. I told them I had a boyfriend, which I don’t have, obviously. No way in hell am I telling them I lied.” Gavin sighed, shaking his head.

That… made more sense. He didn’t know about Gavin’s family as he never asked, or dug deep into his file. He never had a reason to.

Could he fake being in love with Gavin? The easy answer is yes. The extended answer is yes, but it might kill him.

He found himself attracted to Gavin, and not just for his physical appearance. When Gavin wasn’t around others he was actually pleasant. He talked about his cats, which Connor found quite charming.

He would also talk about his cases to Connor if they somehow were alone. Each time Connor would try to have input that could help, and each time Gavin would nod. Then he’d absentmindedly pat him on the shoulder and wander off.

His shoulder always tingled in an unusual way afterwards. When he first did that he had worried Gavin had planted something on him that caused this. He ran scans and they always came back clear.

This would allow him to learn more about Gavin, and get closer to him both physically and emotionally. Though it did have the possibility of Gavin finding out about his affections towards him. The probability of that was 77%.

The probability of Gavin reacting well to it was at 44%, the odds of him reciprocating the feelings was at 13%. Not the best odds. There was still the chance, though.

“Alright.” He shrugged. It was worth the risk. Gavin’s eyes went wide and arms slack.

He stared at Connor for a few seconds, just gawking. The probability of him reacting well went up by 1%. “Wait, really? Did you say yes? Phck, was not expecting that.” Gavin chuckled, shaking his head.

“I think it could be fascinating. We should exchange information so we can discuss this later.” He says, looking around the small breakroom. This definitely wasn’t a good place to have this discussion.

Gavin nods and rummages around his pockets until he finds what he’s looking for. He pulls out a pen and hesitates for a second.

Connor is about to tell him he can just say his number and he’d remember when the thought flies out of his head. Gavin takes his hand and writes on his palm. It feels odd against his skin, not really scratchy but not completely smooth either.

Gavin nods to himself and puts the pen back and just holds Connor’s hand for just a second longer before letting go.

[Probability of positive reaction: 46%]

Connor looks at his palm and adds Gavin to his list of contacts he has received numbers for. He had all of the officer’s numbers but never felt comfortable calling them without their permission.

Connor nods and sends a message to Gavin’s phone. ’Detective, this is Connor.’

Gavin jumps slightly when his phone vibrates and pulls it out, rolling his eyes. “Right, sometimes forget you don’t actually have a phone.”

Connor shrugs; he never found a reason to get one, it was just a waste of money. He now made his own, and he didn’t want to waste it on that.

“Right, well… ok. Guess I’ll talk to you later?” Gavin asks. “This is fucking weird,” he muttered to himself. Connor still picked up on it with his advanced hearing but brushed it off, after all, it is quite weird.

Connor nodded and grabbed the coffee he had been making for Hank. “Talk to you later.”

He walked back and handed the coffee to Hank. His mind was elsewhere when he sat down, trying to go back to work.

“What did that fucker say?” Hank grumbles, glaring towards the break room.

Connor just shook his head, mostly to clear his thoughts. “Nothing. Well, not nothing. This isn’t the place.”

He grabbed a pen and nibbled on the tip as he finally focused on the work. Because of that, he didn’t see Gavin staring at him from across the room with a blush on his face.

Connor sits at the bar, sipping the android-friendly drink. They still hadn’t made drinks that would simulate being intoxicated, but he didn’t mind.

Gavin had asked him out to talk over the plans. He originally suggested a different bar, Connor had pointed out that the bar was known to be anti-android, even after the revolution.

Gavin had flushed and scowled at himself for not thinking of that. He then asked where Connor would recommend.

He had been working on getting Hank sober, but it was a long-drawn process. So when Hank did go out he followed along and soon Hank found android-friendly bars. It was sweet of Hank to consider him.

So he had plenty of places in mind. He figured this one would be the best. It was never too busy and always had a good mix of android and human alike, so neither one of them would stick out.

It didn’t bother him that Gavin wasn’t here yet, after all, he was early. He was anxious about their meeting and had left earlier than needed.

He had told Hank about his… feelings and what was going to happen. Hank had laughed his ass off and then tried to comfort Connor. “I’ve read enough fanfics to know how this is going to end,” Hank had said while snickering.

He’s never talked to Gavin outside of work, never even sees him. Most of his time when not working is either spent with Hank or trying something new.

He looks up each time the door opens and sighs and goes back to drinking whenever it’s not Gavin.

He feels someone walk up behind him and doesn’t react. The chances of being attacked here are very low.

He does jump when a hand grips his shoulder and someone leans in. He can smell the alcohol on their breath as they speak. “Hey, Pretty Boy,” the man sneers.

Connor sighs and glares over his shoulder. “I am currently waiting on someone. Please leave me alone.” He states this plainly, his tone serious.

“Too good for a human? Is that it? Heard y'all are good fucks. I’m sure I can make you scream.” The man pushes his hand down Connor’s chest.

Connor could grab the man and easily throw him off. He doesn’t though because of one thing.

Even with the revolution being a year ago the relationship between humans and androids was tense. As part of the leaders of Jericho, (though he didn’t think of himself as one) him hurting a human, no matter the reason could make things more unfavorable.

“If anyone is gonna be screaming it’s you. He is an officer of the law and the most advanced android. He could break every bone in your body while naming it. Not to mention he’s my boyfriend.” He heard Gavin snarl from the side.

Connor looks up with wide eyes. He was too distracted to notice him come in, and he didn’t expect this.

“Fucking fags,” the man grumbles, snatching his hand back. That made no sense to Connor; Connor was very obviously male and presenting as male.

He watches as Gavin clenches his fist and tenses. Connor makes a quick decision and reaches out, grabbing his hand. Gavin looks down at Connor and slowly relaxes.

He doesn’t fully relax until the man is gone. Once he is, Connor pulls his hand back, a blush growing on his cheeks.

Gavin doesn’t say anything as he sits and orders himself a drink. Connor watches him with questioning eyes. Had he meant to call him his boyfriend? Was it just a joke because they were going to pretend to be together? Or was it to just get the man to leave him alone?

Once Gavin got his drink and took a sip then he did turn to Connor. “Right. So I should warn you, my family is kinda crazy. Not in the ’I’ll actually eat your face’ but I guess just chaotic. It’s the yearly get-together so it’s gonna be everyone. We’ll stay at my stepmom’s house.” So they were just going to ignore what happened. Not too unexpected.

“You'll… you’ll definitely recognize one of my brothers. He’s an ass, but we all love him, he’s also the oldest, that fucker. Anyway, you should know I have five siblings in all. I consider them all my siblings, but two are technically only half.” Gavin continued.

Connor didn’t want to interrupt him, so he just sipped at his drink as he listened, making notes in his head.

“I’m the oldest from birth parents, middle for all. My grandparents from all sides will be there, but my grandmother from my birth mom’s side is dead. I’m sure my cousins will show up. Also, people that I’m related to and have no idea who they are will be there as well. Big family, but bio mom definitely won’t be there.” Gavin rubbed at the scar on his nose. A nervous tic or something to do with his mom?

For some reason, he thought that Gavin’s family would be small. This did make it harder as they would have to fool quite a lot of people.

“So, the drive is three hours. I’ve got an actual car, but I can drive the whole way if you want. We’ll be staying there for three nights. We leave on the third of next month. Any questions?” That was definitely… a lot to take in. He already learned so much about Gavin from this.

“Boundaries? I know that most relationships involve physical affection, but the amount that’s shown to others varies.” He’d seen Markus and Simon kiss and hold hands. Other than that the two generally kept it private.

He’d also seen how unfazed North was with Tina on public displays of affection. He actually had a hand in getting those two together.

He had often talked to his fellow officers after the revolution and soon found out about Tina’s crush on North. He then mentioned it to Markus who suggested the two meet. The rest was history with those two.

Gavin clearing his throat brought him out of his thoughts. “Right. Ok, so if you tell anyone about this I will rip your throat out, you hear me? Also, no laughing,” Gavin asked, pointing a finger at Connor. Connor quickly nodded his head.

Gavin takes a deep breath before looking into his drink. If it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing he wouldn’t have been able to hear Gavin’s quiet voice.���I’m…cuddly. So, yeah,” Gavin says then clears his throat, looking back up at Connor. He has a cute flush across his cheeks and Connor can’t help the small smile.

“Fuck, yeah, anyways. So touching is fine. Probably kisses on the cheek too. If it comes to it we can kiss if you wa-uh, if you’re fine with it. They also have a pool, so we’ll probably go swimming. I’d say you can get away with not if you pulled the ‘I’m an android’ card…but yeah, no way is that gonna work there. So, sorry. If you don’t want to swim just tell them or come up with an excuse.” It seemed like Gavin was now rambling, so Connor reached out and gently touched the hand holding his drink.

“I have no problems with any of that. We will need a sufficient backstory. Also, any details about you I should already know.“ He had a few ideas already but wanted to wear what Gavin had to say.

He watched as Gavin flushed again, staring at their hands. Connor quickly snatched his hand back, a blush forming on his own face. Gavin blinks a few times before shaking his head. “Right… ok, so again don’t tell anyone. I’m trans. Female to male. I’ve had top surgery, so you’ll see my scars if we go swimming. My grandmother on my stepmom’s is homophobic so I have to deal with that. She'll… she’ll call me Gabrielle.” He spits the name out like it was dirty, and he couldn’t blame him.

“I’m assuming I can’t punch her in her old granny face?” He jokes, tilting his head. Gavin’s eyes go wide then snorts.

“Nah, no punching grannies,” then he actually smiles. Full-on smiles at Connor and he feels his thirium pump stutter for a second.

[Probability of positive reaction: 50%]

“So, you probably already know, but I got two cats. Sig and Fea. Both sweet, but Fea is a little shit. I’ll tell you more about them in the car.” He pulls his phone out and shows a picture of two cats.

One is a ragdoll, who he assumes is Sig, the other is a dilute calico and she must be Fea. They both are incredibly adorable. “They are beautiful, I’m excited to learn more about them.”

It was no secret that he loves animals of all types. He had pictures of Sumo on his desk along with selfies of himself and other animals that he met. Hank often called him a Disney princess because animals would walk right up to him.

Gavin put his phone back in his pocket with a nod. “Right, so my brother, the oldest, already knows a bit about you. He… I, you know what, you’ll know why when you see him. Also, I may have ranted about you to him.”

Connor hoped that the rant was about him having feelings for Connor, but he highly doubted that.

“Backstory. So obviously we got together after the revolution. Maybe I apologized-which I am sorry for trying to kill you- and then we made up. By kissing, a lot.” They both flush at that.

“Alright, have we moved in together?” Currently, Connor was staying at Hank’s house. He could technically just stay at the DPD because they had everything he needed, but he preferred to have a home.

“Hell no. I would have told the family if that happened. So we are together, but not living together. Wait, fuck I didn’t even ask what your sexuality is. That’s even more of a dick move than usual for me.” Gavin shook his head at himself.

“I am bi and I believe I am on the asexual spectrum. I’m assuming you are gay.” If Gavin was straight this would get awkward very fast.

He knew he was on the ace spectrum but didn’t know where. He knew androids were capable of feeling sexual attraction and part of him wondered if he was just broken or it was because of his coding. He found people attractive to look at but never felt sexual attention to someone. He has wanted to have sex before, but never got the chance.

Gavin snorted and rolled his eyes, “Hell yeah I’m gay. Also, cool. If you don’t like or want sex we can use that as shitty as it sounds.”

Connor never really thought about sex before, and he didn’t have genitalia either. He knew that he could be stimulated down there, but never tried it. He never felt the urge to, though he was curious. “I’m not opposed to sex, but I’ve never had it either. I am lacking in that area.”

He feels himself heat up slightly in embarrassment when Gavin’s eyes trail down to his crotch.

Connor shifted in his seat as Gavin continued to stare. He cleared his throat and Gavin jumped. “Huh. Tina owes me ten bucks. But that’s fine. Is that a you thing or?” He trails off, eyes back to Connor’s face.

“I’m unsure. I know most models are anatomically correct, but Cyberlife decided for me to not have one. I’m sure I could get an upgrade if I want to.” That would definitely be an odd upgrade to request though, but again, he didn’t feel the need to.

“Huh,” Gavin said once again. “Do you feel anything down there? Like, have you… ever tried buffin’ the muffin?” Gavin cringed at his own wording.

“I have not, but as far as I know I can be stimulated.” He honestly didn’t know why Gavin would need to know this, but he didn’t really have a problem telling him.

Gavin nodded again and chugged the rest of his drink. The bartender came over and when Gavin nodded poured another.

They sat together and they both drank from their cups, not saying much. It was nice to be able to just sit with someone and enjoy being out and about.

They do sometimes make small talk, commenting on random things. Gavin and Connor both like to people-watch and come up with backstories for people. They’d also come up with random dialog for them but they could both read lips, Connor better than Gavin.

It’s a few hours later when Gavin stands and stretches, paying for his drink. He also pays for Connor’s, even with his protests. “Don’t mind, after all, you’re the one doing me the favor.”

They part ways with a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder. Connor gives Gavin a small wave and smile as he drives off.

Connor has to wait for a cab, but thankfully it doesn’t take too long. He gets home and shushes Sumo as Hank is asleep. Connor quietly walks to his own bedroom and lets Sumo in, closing the door behind them.

He doesn’t sleep that night, he doesn’t have to. Instead, he stays up thinking about Gavin.

[alyssaiswriting]

Pay Attention To Me

Before you read: This is for @cloudfiveclub writing challenge with the prompt “pay attention to me” (I really hope I don’t disappoint)

Warning: SMUT (this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle)

Summary: Taking Chris’ advice leads to more than you expected.

Word Count: 2474

Zabdiel has never been a jealous partner, he trusts you and he knows you'd never do anything to ruin what you both have and vice-versa. He's also never needy, never constantly texting or calling just to beg for your attention which for the most part you're fine with you never liked clingy partners but sometimes it's nice for your boyfriend to want and ask for you to give him a certain amount of attention.

When you talked to Chris and Erick about it Chris teased you about being the needy one. Erick tried to hide his laughter but you knew he agreed with Chris. "Y'all are rude" You pout.

"Ok I'm sorry," Chris says through his giggle. "What if you just stop giving him the attention you always do" Chris suggests. You frown at this so Chris explains further. "He doesn't beg for your attention because he knows he always has it, take it away from him and I guarantee he will be asking for you to be on his lap. Unless he's a bad boyfriend and really doesn't care" Chris shrugs.

Erick nods pointing at Chris "he's good" you roll your eyes "yes Chris the relationship expert" you say sarcastically.

A couple of days pass of you thinking over Chris' idea. You even mention it to Joel which he responds with "don't listen to him. This is a relationship, not some experiment" he squints.

"But Joel how do I even know he cares?" You look at your best friend. "Y/N he cares about you. You're not on the outside looking in so you can't see it, but I can. He's so in love with you" but the thing was you didn't feel that.

It was another press day with the boys that you decided to tag along too. The boys all send you little cheeky smiles when the interviewer says something that can be taken dirty. You merely roll your eyes but you can't fight the smile.

When the interviews are over you instinctively walk over to Zabdiel and when he merely smiles at you before turning to Richard you're reminded of what Chris said.

Your own smile drops as you look to Chris who's already looking at you with a knowing look. So you make your way over to him. "Distract me from him," you tell him. Christopher laughs slinging his arm over your shoulder "I can do that"

Zabdiel notices this exchange but doesn't think too much of it.

Y'all head to the next interview that's across town, Zabdiel frowns when you sit in the back with Erick and Chris instead of with him and Joel but he brushes it off turning to Joel who's holding his guitar.

You shake your head and turn to Erick who starts showing you funny videos on his phone. Chris starts doing Ig Stories to sing along to the song that is playing on the radio, you sing along and laugh when Chris points the camera to you and that's when you go all out and start belting the lyrics making all the boys in the van turn to you laughing.

The rest of the morning goes by with you glued to Chris' side making dumb little videos with him and taking his picture when he sees a nice scenery.

It's when you all go out to lunch that you notice Zabdiel send a pout your way when you sit with Richard and Joel when Zabdiel sits with Chris and Erick.

"I thought we agreed you wouldn't take Chris' dumbass advice?" Joel sends a look your way. "What advice?" Richard asks after swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Y/n feels like Zabdiel doesn't care about her so Chris told her to avoid him and see if he cares," Joel tells his bandmate.

"Ok, what's wrong with that?" Richard shrugs, Joel, sighs shaking his head.

"Look we all know he loves her and if this is what she needs to prove it then let her, I'm not worried about them" Richard goes back to eating his food and Joel although still disappointed doesn't say anything also going back to his food.

You look over to Zabdiel who's talking lowly to Chris and Erick. With a sigh, you push aside your food not really hungry anymore and pick up your phone.

After lunch, the boys have a small video performance, as you all file back into the car you debate on listening to Joel and finally sitting with your boyfriend. But that option is thrown out the window when you see Richard sit beside the Puerto Rican. So you sit in the back again in the middle of Erick and Chris.

"He asked about you" Chris whispers to you. "What did he say?" You ask eagerly.

"He asked if you were upset, I told him you hadn't mentioned anything" you nod and look over to Zabdiel who's already looking back at you with an expressionless look.

You scoot away from Chris when you realize what it might look like whispering so quietly to Chris. Zabdiel turns around and you watch as he pulls out his phone and opens up his messages. You can't see who or what he's typing but when your phone dings you already know it's from him.

"What are you guys talking about?" The message reads.

You type back "squirrels"

You look at Zabdiel who shakes his head at his screen before looking back at you with a glare so you send another text.

"I'm kidding. It's nothing important" you send the message.

You look over at Zabdiel again, he reads your message but doesn't reply, he locks the phone and flips his phone over onto his lap.

This makes you frown, scrunching your eyebrows.

Chris captures your attention once again when he tells you to take a selfie with him. You put on a fake smile and lean closer to your friend.

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At the video shoot, you stand far off to the side nodding your head to the beat of pretend as the boys sing the lyrics beautifully.

When the song finishes Chris sends a wink to the camera making you smile a bit because he really is such a flirt, he knows how that will drive his fans crazy. You feel eyes on you so you look down the line of seated boys to see Zabdiel eyes on you making you shift under his gaze. There's something in his eyes that's making you knees weak and you're relieved when he turns to look at Chris cause his burning gaze is finally off you.

After the boys are free to leave Richard and Chris come up to you, talking about random things before you excuse your self to go to the restroom. The boys barely acknowledge you as you leave them, heading out into the hall and following the directions of signs to the restroom.

You didn't really need to use the restroom it was more just the need to re-apply powder to your face and maybe fix your lipstick.

You hear the door to the restroom open, looking in the mirror you can see the reflection of Zabdiel locking the bathroom door before turning to face you.

"What are you doing?" You question turning around to face him.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He asks, ignoring your question.

You turn back around to collect your things "I'm not avoiding you" you say.

"Venga, no me jodas" he says, you look at his reflection to see him squinting at you. "You've been really close with Chris all day. What's that about?" You turn back to face him.

"Zabdiel?" You squint back at him because he doesn't really sound like himself. Even his demeanor is different. He's clearly annoyed and with a permanent glare directed at you, that you aren't used to.  You've never seen Zabdiel like this and honestly, you weren't sure how you feel.

That's when it hits you, all the looks he's been giving you today, the questions "are you jealous?" You ask frowning at your boyfriend.

To be honest, you didn't think Zabdiel could get jealous, you'd never even seen a hint of that in him before. "Because I stopped paying attention to you?" Your voice is softer now as you realize Chris' advice worked on seeing if Zabdiel actually cares but as Zabdiel gets closer and closer to you, you start to notice it might've gone a little too far.

Zabdiel's hand reaches out to cup your cheek "Joel told me what you were doing" you curse Joel in your head before replying. "I just wanted you to pay more attention to me" his hand then slide into your hair just behind your ear "you want more attention just tell me" he voice is low.

Zabdiel's eyes bore into yours, you're looking up at his pools of brown and he internally curses at how fucking cute you look whilst looking up at him through your lashes.

But his frustration with you only intensifies with the innocent look you give him. And before you can say anything else his soft lips connect with yours. You're taken aback at first by the roughness and urgency of the kiss his hand in your hair tightens and oddly enough the slight pain is also satisfying. Your hand reaches up to hold his forearm as the kiss deepens, opening your mouth to allow Zabdiel access to which he doesn't hesitate to invade your mouth.

You're pushed back roughly against the sink making you groan in his mouth because of the pain of your back hitting the hardness of the sink counter.

You're very aware of Zabdiel's hands sliding down your body to tightly squeeze your ass before he grips your thighs and lifts you onto the sink counter disconnecting from your lips in the process.

You're out of breath as you look up at your boyfriend who's eyes are focused on his hands that are now caressing your soft thighs. His eyes look up to meet yours, they're darker and the look alone has you dripping.

"Now I'm going to make you pay attention to me" He rasps out making a whine escape from your mouth without permission.

He leans closer to you as his hands creep under your dress before you feel his fingers over your clothed clit. Zabdiel is focused on your face watching every little twitch you make when he moves his fingers even the slightest bit against you, he loves how responsive you are and he loves watching the faces you make because of him.

"I feel how wet you are cariño" his accent is thicker than usual and it makes you want more. "So ready for me already" he smirks. His fingers aren't doing much over the cloth and you want him to touch you, you need him to do something.

"Please, Zab I-" you grab his wrist trying to force him to put more pressure but he doesn't move.

"Let go, amor" you do as you're told releasing his wrist since it really isn't doing much either way.

"I'm going to make you feel good I promise," he says and you moan at his words wanting nothing more than for him to do just that.

Zabdiel's hands then pull at the sides of your underwear and slip them down your legs and dropping them carelessly on the floor. With feather-like touches, he trails his fingers up your legs caressing your inner thighs as he opens your legs wider for him.

You wait impatiently as Zabdiel marvels at your wet cunt, humming he says "so pretty" You watch his fingers slide over your lips before dipping in to gather some wetness. He smears it over your outer lips and down your thighs making you shiver at the coldness now that your wetness is exposed.

Your eyes look up to meet Zabdiel's just as his eyes look up to meet yours and without warning, he plunges two fingers in making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel the cold rings he's wearing just on the outside of your entrance making chills crawl up your spin.  Zabdiel's mouth is agape as he watches your reaction, he twists his fingers in your warm cunt grazing your g-spot making you bite your bottom lip so you won't scream.

"Want more baby?" He asks sinking his fingers in deeper for emphasis. His palm rubbing against your clit making you moan out. "No hagas ruido" he whispers making you remember that you're in a very busy building and it's honestly weird that no one has come knocking on the restroom door yet.

Zabdiel then adds a third finger and uses his thumb to rub against your clit. He's moving his fingers are moving in and out slowly, you moan and gasp at the feeling he's providing.

Zabdiel leans closer to whisper in your ear "am I paying enough attention to you now?"

Your forehead flops forward onto his shoulder and Zabdiel smirks to himself.

When he feels your walls tightening around his fingers he moves away from you. "I want you to look at me," he says as he starts pumping his fingers faster making your mouth drop and eyes squeeze shut "no y/n look at me" he demands.

You force your eyes open and almost immediately as you're met with his face you're cumming around his fingers.

You place a hand over your mouth to muffle your screams as Zabdiel slows down his pumps to ride out your orgasm.

Zabdiel looks down to watch his fingers slowly sliding out of your soaking cunt. A smile finds a way to his face when he notices the impressive amount of liquid that spilled out of you and onto the sink counter.

You watch as Zabdiel brings his fingers up to his mouth, his eyes connecting with yours as he licks you from his fingers twirling his tongue around his rings to lick them clean.

You're both snapped from your world when there's knocking on the restroom door.

Almost immediately you both spring into action, you jump off the counter to smooth your self out, fixing your dress and your hair before turning around to find Zabdiel stuffing your panties into his front pocket.

Your mouth drops at this to which Zabdiel only winks. Walking closer to you "I'm gonna use that later" he refers to your mouth, lifting your chin to close your mouth so he can peak your lips before walking off.

You watch as he unlocks the door, opening it to reveal a very pissed off older looking woman. He smiles at her as he passes by her to leave.

You turn around and immediately spot a little puddle of the remnants of you on the sink counter, you immediately grab some paper towels and wipe it up.

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AN

I weirdly have nothing to say this week

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

[submissivedjberry]

Green Eyes || Jolia

Tagging: DJ Berry & Jo Fabray ( @jofabray )

Date: September 4

Location: Jo’’s Suite

Summary: Jo is jealous of certain events surrounding DJ.

Jo

Jo didn't do jealousy. It was an ugly emotion, and in a relationship where both partners trusted each other it shouldn't ever be necessary. She knew that DJ was hers - hell, the girl was sitting right there beside her - and that she never had to doubt that. But despite her best intentions, there was an ugly flare inside of her at the fact that Lucas was publicly talking about the "soft spot" he had for her girl. The jealousy was doubly stupid because it wasn't as if he could claim DJ even if she agreed; but damned if she didn't feel it all the same. The two of them hadn't had a meal with Benjamin yet and Lucas was busily arranging what felt remarkably like some sort of "meet my submissive's family" meeting. It bothered her, much more than it should have. Setting down her phone, she patted DJ's leg in a comforting motion and got up from the couch, needing to walk around for a few minutes and calm her mind. The mood she was in wasn't fair to her girl, and Jo knew she had to work herself out of it or she was going to ruin the rest of their evening. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she pressed it to her forehead for a moment and shut her eyes. What she was feeling was stupid and ridiculous, and she hated to feel it at all.

DJ

One thing that DJ loved about spending time with Jo was that they didn't constantly need to be doing something, sometimes it was just nice to sit next to one another as they did their own thing. DJ was reading through a book while Jo messed around on her phone and DJ couldn't be any more content. She loved this Domme and was so excited to be hers, even if it would still take some time until they were ready to actually make that official in the eyes of the law. She knew that she was Jo's and for not that was all that mattered. At the pat to her leg, she glanced up from her book, even as she saw Jo get up and move away. She frowned slightly in response, not knowing what was going on, but able to see the tension in her body. She waited a little while for the Domme to return and when she didn't, she stood and moved into the kitchen. "Domina?" She questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Jo

DJ's voice startled her out of her own head, and Jo turned with a rueful smile. "I'm sorry, my girl. I just had to clear my head a little. I'm not in the most pleasant place in my head right now, and I wanted to do something about that before you had to deal with it." She gestured for DJ to come closer, and Jo wrapped her arms gently around her. "Sometimes your Domme can be a very silly Domme," she murmured, resting her chin on DJ's shoulder. "You're going to have to forgive her for that, darlin' girl, and I apologize in advance. You shouldn't have to deal with me bein' silly." She hardly wanted to talk about what was going on, but she knew that it would worry DJ unfairly if she didn't. "Can you..." she hesitated. "Can you take a look at Lucas' post for me? I want to see if I'm just completely overreactin' or if you get the same feelin' from it I do."

DJ

When Jo called her closer, DJ made her way over and tucked herself against her Domme, fingers slipping under her shirt to trail along her lower back gently. She didn't know what was going on, but she wanted to help if there was something that she could do to make things even remotely better. She let Jo ramble a little bit about her being silly and being sorry for the fact that she was being silly and she pressed a kiss to her head wherever she could reach. "We can all be silly sometimes. And you've had to deal with me being silly a lot. So I don't mind, my Miss. Is there something that I can do to help? Do you need me to kneel? Do you need to spank me?" She questioned, laying out different options. Her eyebrows furrowed when Jo asked if she could check Lucas' post, wondering what exactly was going on for that to be necessary. "Of course I can, Miss." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled until she saw what Jo was talking about, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

Jo

Jo considered those options, wondering what might make her feel better. She didn't want to cause DJ unnecessary pain for something that wasn't her fault, especially so soon after the punishment that she'd had to endure. But she also wasn't sure if kneeling would make her feel any better, because she was definitely frustrated and not sure where to channel. it. As DJ looked over the post Jo nearly held her breath, knowing that DJ was either going to think she was very silly or that she had a point, and there was no way to know which it would be. "You're never silly, my girl. At least not in ways that I don't like." She gestured to the phone, worried. "Am I being oversensitive? Or does that seriously not sound like he's your Dom and setting up a meeting with your family? Like I'm sure that I'm being an idiot here, but it just...it bugs me."

DJ

She put her phone away and slipped her arms around Jo's neck, letting her fingers drag lightly against Jo's skin. "It does sound more intimate than I think it should for the platonic relationship that he and I have. And I had no idea that he was asking Benny to come eat breakfast with us. But I'm telling you now that it doesn't matter to me what his intention is. Because I am yours. Always will be. And plus...he can't have a second submissive anyway." She said gently, pressing their foreheads together. "How can I help, Domina?"

Jo

Jo nodded quickly, relieved to hear that she hadn't been acting like a complete lunatic. "I know y'all didn't, my girl, or I know ya would have said something." She leaned into DJ's touch, glad for the simple comfort of fingers against delicate skin. "You're right - I know you're right, Dalia, there's nothin' he could do, I'm just...I don't like him talkin' that way about you. And it's silly of me, because I have never doubted you, or wondered if y'all were mine. Not ever." Jo sighed. What could she do to help? Resting their foreheads together seemed to dull some of the ache in her mind over what she'd read. "Tell me honestly, darlin' girl - how's your ass?"

DJ

She smiled softly when the Domme said that she believed her and she leaned into the touch further. She hummed gently and shook her head. "Still not silly. Unless I'm really silly for not doubting you but still being worried about another sub coming around." DJ bit down on her bottom lip when she asked how her ass was, she thought about it seriously for a moment. "It's still stinging but nothing I can't handle, my Miss. As long as we can stay away from the cane? I really didn't have fun with that at all. It's...good for punishments. But..." She paused to wait and see what the Domme would say about that situation.

Jo

"That's not silly either, my girl. I completely understand that." And DJ did have a point, if she was willing to accept that her girl felt that way why wasn't she willing to accept that she could feel that way? Jo listened carefully, taking in not only what DJ had to say but the way that she said it. "We won't touch the cane outside of punishments, darlin'. That's more pain than I like to dish out in scenes, and it will stay safely away from y'all. I promise." She kissed DJ's forehead softly. "Today's just gonna be with my hand. And then we're gonna do somethin' you wanna do - watch somethin' you'd like to watch, order food, you can kneel with me for a while. Anythin' you like. Because I appreciate you, Dalia. My darlin' girl. For bein' so patient and so understanding with me."

DJ

When Jo said that she understood why DJ would feel that way, she stayed silent in the hope that Jo would see why she didn't have to feel silly. She was content when Jo expressed that the cane would only be for punishments, hoping she wouldn't get it often. Hearing that it would just be with her hand, she smiled softly. "That's okay, Domina. I am happy to be of service. Whatever I can do to help you...I want to do. As long as I'm able." She kissed her cheek gently. "Where do you want me?"

Jo

How Jo had gotten so lucky as to be blessed with DJ as her submissive, she truly didn't know. Compared to many of the more experienced or more public Dominants at the Institute she knew that her range of skills and her appeal wasn't in their league - that she wasn't in their league. But somehow, some way, DJ had chosen her. And despite the urge to look a gift horse in the mouth, Jo did her best to accept her luck without digging too deeply into the source of it. "Thank you, darlin'," she smiled as the kiss lingered on her cheek. "Let's do this on the couch. Let me get sittin', and you can climb into my lap. Just strip off for me first, please." She took a seat and spread her legs a little, providing a base for DJ to lie down over.

DJ

She nodded when Jo thanked her for, offering her a smile. She was very happy to offer some form of a solution. Even if it didn't completely fix everything. "You're welcome, Miss. I'm always happy to help if I can. Even if it's just by getting spanked." DJ expressed honestly. "The couch it is." She moved into the living room and pulled off her clothes. She folded them neatly and then made her way over to Jo. She settled over her lap and bit down on her bottom lip for a brief moment.

Jo

"Even that helps more than you know, darlin' girl. I appreciate everythin' you do for me, whether it's cooking or cleanin' the suite or being spanked, all of the ways that you serve me mean more than you know. And I am so proud that you're my girl." She couldn't wait until the day they could make that official, but for now they both knew it and that was enough. "Darlin'," she murmured as DJ took up position over her lap. "This is not a punishment. You will always know the difference. You're my girl. My good girl." She took a slow breath. "I'm going to give y'all ten on each side. No need to count, or thank me, y'all just have to stay where you are."

DJ

She nodded her head when Jo said that she would know when she was being punished and hummed softly. "I understand that I'm not being punished, Miss. And I'll stay still for you." The hand shouldn't be too bad, especially not compared to the cane; but her ass was still a bit sore and that left her just a tad bit weary. But she knew that Jo would stop if she needed her too and that meant that other than her hands, her body was relaxed and prepared for the first spank.

Jo

"Thank you, darlin' girl." Jo took a deep breath, knowing what she was about to do had to be done with a steady hand. Her frustration was not anger at DJ, nor was this spanking meant to be aggressive. It was a way to work out her feelings, no more and no less. The welts from the cane, still healing, needed to be avoided and each spank had to be precise. With all of that in mind Jo brought her hand down, five times on each side in mechanical motions that allowed her to feel some satisfaction without causing further harm. "Halfway there. Breathe for me, my girl."

DJ

She took a deep breath, steadying herself when Jo told her to breath and relax. It really wasn't that bad. Taim compared to the punishment she had warrented a few days before, but it still stung. "I'm okay, Miss. Ready when you are." She assured her Domme, not wanting her to feel as though she couldn't continue. DJ was alright and the next ten wouldn't change that. Plus, she was in some way the reason that Jo was so uncomfortable, so it felt right that she was taking the spanking.

Jo

"Good girl," Jo praised. She took another beat to steady herself and brought her hand down for the remainder of the spanking, rubbing DJ's reddened skin gently after the last. "Thank y'all for takin' that so well, DJ. I think I needed that more than I realized. You're so good to me - so good for me, and I don't deserve you one single bit." Running her fingers through dark hair, she scratched at the girl's scalp. "Let's go get somethin' on that skin, just to be safe, and then y'all can decide what your reward should be for bein' my good girl."

DJ

When the spanking came to an end, she let out a soft breath and nuzzled against her Domme's lap. The feeling of fingers scratching along her scalp let a soft moan fall from her lips. She was glad that Jo let her rest there for a moment, reminding herself she hadn't done anything wrong, that all it was was a way to serve and help her Dominant. She eventually pulled up and kissed the blonde before moving into a different position so that Jo could grab the cream for her ass.

Jo

Jo stood, feeling much more steady in herself and in her relationship than she had when she first read Lucas' message, and took DJ's hand to lead her into the bedroom. "Y'all know what I need better than I do, my girl. And I could never tell you how much it means to me." She laid her down on the bed face down and moved into the bathroom to find the cream before returning to the bed. "This shouldn't be too bad, darlin' girl, but we'll get a little on everywhere and hopefully it'll help healing of your welts and everythin' too. I'll be quick, I promise."

[winecatsandpizza]

We Three Queens

Title: We Three Queens

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Cas x Reader x Dean, Crowley x Reader

Other Characters: Sam, Jack, Balthazar (mentioned)

Square Filled: Exhibitionism for spnkinkbingo and Stripper AU for fluff bingo

Tags: Drag Queen AU, Stripping, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, m/m, mfm, oral (male and female receiving), m/m anal, dirty talk, language, student/teacher role play, anal

Word Count: 3,988

Betas: @67-chevy-baby, @impalasutra , @risingphoenix761 

Written for: @spnkinkbingo & @spnfluffbingo

A/N: This story includes mentions and descriptions of what I think the gang would look like and behave if they were drag queens.  I love going to and watching drag shows both on TV and in person.  I am also a member of the LGBTQA+ community myself and I mean zero hate or disrespect with writing this fic.  I have the utmost respect for the performers and their craft.  The names that I have chosen for the performers are based off their character in Supernatural.  If these are the names of real drag queens, this is purely coincidence.

You knew tonight was going to be busy, but you were not prepared for the mass of customers waiting outside the club.  It was the first Saturday of the month and that meant that it was drag night at The Bunker.  The Bunker was a little bit of everything: a strip club, a bar, and for one Saturday a month a drag show.  The club was a safe haven for the local LGBTQA+ community in Kansas as well as everyone else that walked through the door.

The drag show started at 10:30 and the clock in the dressing room read only 8:45.  You had another dance to do in five minutes, so you touched up your makeup and made sure your outfit was in place.

You made your way onto the stage as the first few beats of your song pumped through the speakers.  You began your sensual movements around the pole as you took in the customers around you.  There were lots of new faces among some of your regular patrons.  You smiled at Gordon as he made his way to the front row of the stage and placed his money down.  You took off your crop top to reveal your bikini top that covered just enough to keep the people interested.  

“Good evening, Mr. Walker,” you purred as you got down on your knees in front of him on the stage and guided your hands across your chest.  You smirked at the growl that rumbled from his chest over the music.  You learned long ago what he liked and you were more than willing to use that information to help pad your bank account.

You turned around and put your elbows down and began to shake your ass to the beat as you felt the familiar sensation of money being tucked into your bikini bottoms. You flipped your hair as you glanced over your shoulder at the older man with lust in his eyes.  You thanked him as he stood up and walked back to his table.  You giggled to yourself as you eyed the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re looking extra beautiful tonight,” a familiar voice drawled from the other side of the stage.

You crawled over to the familiar mullet-clad man as you positioned your tits close to him.  Ash added to the cash in your bottoms and you took off your top as a thank you.  He loved your tits and you squeezed them together in appreciation.  He stayed for the remainder of your song and you left the stage with your discarded clothing and went back to the dressing room.

As you entered the three main performers were already busy doing their makeup, but welcomed you as you entered.

“Girls, the party can begin because Y/N has arrived,” Sam announced as he stood up to give you a hug.

“Please, everyone here knows that y'all are the reason this place is packed tonight and every first Saturday. The Bunker belongs to you,” you quipped as you began to change your outfit.

“I'm so sorry I'm late. Traffic was insane and they almost didn't let me in!” A new face complained as he made his way in.

“Be grateful you have a baby face, hunny.  It has to be better than asked if you are an AARP member everywhere you go,” Dean retorted. “Jack, darling, this is Y/N, she-”

“Oh my god, you look amazing.  Did you get your tits and ass done? They look so real!” he exclaimed as he saw you changing.  You blushed and were cut off by Castiel before you could even respond yourself.

“Okay, number one: you never, ever ask someone that to their face, especially when you first meet them; number two, Y/N is 100% woman.  She works here.  She’s cool, but you need to play nice, hunny,” he warned.

“It’s okay.  It’s not every day that I get compliments on my tits and ass from a guy that doesn’t want to fuck me,” you giggled as you held out your hand to Jack.  “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, too,” he gushed, “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied as you waved him off and finished getting ready.

It was unlikely that you would have to dance for the rest of the night, but you ensured that you were ready in case someone asked for a private dance.  The chances of that were slim with the show that would be going on, but the staff wanted everyone ready just in case.  When you were finished, you sat down and watched them get ready and enjoyed listening to their chatter.  

Sam, Dean, and Castiel were hot as fuck out of drag and even hotter in it.  Castiel was an old-school queen.  He always looked beautiful in the elaborate gowns that were encrusted with jewels that he made himself.  His makeup was always perfect and flawless.  His aesthetic usually favored blues and silvers.  When Castiel turned into his stage persona, Alotta Grace, you couldn’t help but believe that the name chose him.  Dean’s persona, Cherry Galore, was a campy queen with exaggerated features and always quick with an insult and a come back that made the audience erupt with laughter. Sam made a drag style all his own.  His persona, Ann T. Christ, was bubbly, sweet, and just a little sassy.  Jack’s style for his persona, Cinnamon Rollz, was what he described as Vivian Ward from Pretty Woman meets Goodwill.  What that was supposed to mean, you would have to wait for his finished look to see.

“Is Balthie going to be here tonight?” you asked after a lull in the conversation.

Dean rolled his eyes, “No, sweetie.  He’s currently,” he looked at his wrist for emphasis,” either fucking the new guy he is with this week or sleeping because they’re done already.”

“You’re such a shady bitch,” Cas griped as he slapped Dean’s arm playfully.  Dean just rolled his eyes as the group finished getting ready.  You were about to follow them out and wait in the audience to watch their performance when Ellen, the house mom, stopped you.

“Hey Y/N, you have a private dance waiting for you in room 2,” she informed you as she gave you a once over, “and if I were you, I’d put on your slutty schoolgirl outfit.”  You rolled your eyes as you headed back into the room to change, knowing exactly who asked for you.

“There’s my sexy little kitten,” Crowley groaned as you entered the private room.  Crowley was nice when he got what he wanted, but he wanted what you would never give him.  He always tipped extremely well when you played that part that he was after.  You had turned down his offer to be his sugar baby more than once.  He was handsome and older with an accent that always made you a little weak in the knees, but you couldn’t imagine living your life at the hands of another person.

“Good evening, Professor Crowley,” you purred as you moved to stand in front of him.  You played your part as a shy and coy girl as you twisted one of your pigtails around your finger and stared at the ground.

“Are you behaving yourself tonight?”

You looked up slowly and bit your lip before answering and moving slowly towards him. “I’m always a good girl when you’re around, Professor.”

“Show me how good you can be, kitten,” he begged.  You obliged as you straddled his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. You smirked as you felt his hardness through his pants and your covered core as you began to grind yourself to the music. Tonight had been a slow night, even with two of your regulars tipping you as they usually did, so you started to push all the right buttons to get what you could from the man you were dancing for.

“Professor,” you started as you placed your hands on his chest, “I was wanting to be a little bad and wondered if you’d help me out.”

“What did you have in mind, kitten?” he moaned.

You silently grabbed his hands and moved them to onto your ass.  His eyes went wide at your actions. “Oh, you are a naughty girl tonight.  I thought we weren’t allowed to touch?” he tsked.

You leaned in and whispered, “Just consider this me trying to get extra,” you ground yourself down hard on his cock at the word, “credit.  I might need to get a spanking, too, Professor.”

“Oh, is that so?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. You winked as you maneuvered yourself across his lap and wiggled your ass.

You could sense his hesitation as he slowly slid his hand over your ass, so you encouraged him, “Please punish me, Professor Crowley.  Please, I need you to spank me.”

The first impact of his hand on your ass made you jump as you moaned in pleasure.   The second and third made the wetness in your panties grow as you let your wanton whimpers flow freely.

“Such a dirty girl you are,” Crowley praised.  He slowly snaked his fingers into your hair as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I bet I know what else you like.  May I?” he asked as his grip tightened slightly. He took your needy whimper as a yes and yanked you back by your hair as he smacked your ass a little harder. You wiggled your cunt against him trying to gain some friction.  A brief thought that this might go too far was pushed out of the way as sat you up facing away from him.  Your ass was still on his hard cock, his hand still gripping your hair as he moved his other hand to your white button up top, tied in a knot.

“I think we should remove this, don’t you?” he asked and you could only nod in response.  His expert fingers quickly undid the knot and exposed your tits to him.

“Oh you naughty, naughty kitten.  You didn’t wear a bra?” he questioned.

“They told me you asked for me and I wanted to be extra good for you, Professor,” you managed to reply.

He placed his hand on your thigh as he asked, “How good do you want to be for me kitten?”  You knew what he was asking.  You were needy and high on his touch.  You considered his proposition before coming up with your own.

“As much as I’d love to feel your thick cock deep inside my tight little pussy, Professor, you know we can’t do that.  You’re my favorite and you’re the only one that I’ve ever let touch me.”  He pulled his hand away slowly, defeated.  You grabbed it as you turned as much as you could with his hand in your hair to look at him, “But I think I have an idea that you might like.”

“I’m listening.”

You tapped his arms and he let go of you.  You got down on your knees in front of him and began to undo his belt.  His eyebrow shot up again, but you giggled as you explained, “I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me, but we could touch ourselves.”  His belt was undone and you slowly unzipped his zipper. You stood up and fully removed your top and bent over at the waist as you took off your plaid skirt.  You turned around to find himself palming himself through his underwear at the sight of you.  A neon pink pair of lace panties, white stocking, and heels were all the adorned your body.  

You sat down on the other end of the couch and spread your legs.  He moaned even though he couldn’t see anything.  He had wanted this, or as close to what you were giving him, since the moment he saw you dancing months ago.  You smiled as you squeezed your tits together and moved on to roll your hardening nipples between your thumb and index finger.  You moaned at the sensation. You looked up to see Crowley’s lust blown eyes focus on you.  

“May I please see your cock, Professor?” you asked as you trailed one hand down to your covered core.

“I thought you’d never ask, kitten,” he smirked as he freed himself from the confines of his underwear.

Your own eyes went wide and you gasped at the sight of him.  You could feel that he was well endowed when you sat on his lap, but you never would have guessed that he was this huge.  He was long and thick and you wanted to take on the challenge that his package would entail.

You began to rub your clit through your panties at the sight before you as he began to pleasure himself.  You were enthralled watching him work his length in one hand and cradling his balls in the other.  You slid your hand inside your panties as your excitement grew. Your back arched as you felt your orgasm near.

“That's it, kitten. I want to see your face as you cum for me,” he growled as he stroked himself faster.

Your body tensed as you circled your clit faster and squeezed your nipple harder. Crowley's moans quickened as he watched you edge closer to your release. When you finally came undone, you had to bite your lip to stifle the scream that tried to tear through you.

As you came down from your high, you could tell Crowley was doing everything he could to hold back.  You dipped two fingers into your soaked hole to coat them in your juice and leaned over to him.

“Would you like to taste how sweet I am, Professor?”

His groan was your answer as you slipped your fingers into his open mouth. He moaned around your fingers and it sent a shock to your core.  He pulled back and asked you to go on your knees.

You pushed your tits together as he stood up, towering above you.  “Are you going to cover my tits with your cum, Professor Crowley? Hm? I want to see you cum for me, please?” You begged as you stared up at him.

“Bloody hell. Fuck kitten, fuck,” he growled as he began to spurt hot, white ropes onto your chest.  You moaned at the sensation of his cum cascading onto your skin.  Once he was finished, he fell back onto the couch with a huff.

“Bloody hell, kitten. You're going to kill me or make my sell my soul to keep you around,” he chuckled as he grabbed a towel to clean himself up before handing it to you.

You cleaned up and got dressed.  Thoughts of shame, regret, and embarrassment began to seep into as you stood in front of Crowley.  

“I should apologize for-” you began as Crowley cut you off.

“Darling, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for.  I understand if this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.  I will accept it and cherish the memory of this until I die,” he chuckled.  He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a plain, white envelope.  “I hope this will suffice, love.  Thank you again.”  He handed you the envelope as he left the room.

You quickly opened the envelope and saw enough money to cover your rent for the next few months and then some.  You’d count it later, but now you wanted to see how the drag show was going on.   As you made your way to the dressing room to put your money away, you saw Cinnamon Rollz performing to Joan Jett’s Do You Wanna Touch Me.  She was killing it a leather bodysuit and studded bra.  You smiled watching her enthralled in her performance.  Once you were in the dressing room, you put away your money from your dance.  

“Looks like someone was a busy bee,” Ann called from the other side of the room.  Your cheeks warmed at the realization of what she saw.

“He has a thing for the whole school girl look,” you chuckled as you began to change.  “Have you already performed tonight?”

She nodded as she sat down.  “You were in there for a while.  All tea, no shade.  A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to pay the bills.  You do you, honey.  Lord knows I’ve been to hell and back for a Benjamin,” she chuckled.

Once you were changed, you gave Ann a kiss and walked back as Shania Twain’s Man I Feel Like A Woman started to blast through the speakers.  Cherry Galore appeared on stage and your eyes were glued to her the entire time.  You chuckled out loud each time she said: “Man, I feel like a woman” in her regular, deep manly voice.  She was working the crowd and making lots of well-deserved tips.  You joined in and cheered her on.  

Alotta Grace was up next and she didn’t disappoint.  Then again, she never did.  In her usual style, she performed to a classic song Fever by Peggy Lee. Her gown was as elegant as ever, adorned in silvers and blues,  She met your gaze in the crowd and gave you a knowing wink.

By the time the show was over,  the club was working on shutting down and calling last call.  You were in the dressing room changing into normal street clothes with the other performers.

“Ya know, we do have an amateur night and we are inclusive.  You are hot as women, and dare I say even hotter men,” you winked.

Sam and Jack just dismissed you, but Dean and Castiel were listening.  “You two have killer bodies, amazing smiles, and obviously have the moves.  Hell, I’m sure you could put me to shame.

“Well, a little birdy told us that you could buy us a boat, so I don’t think that’s true,” Cas whispered.  You instantly shot Sam a death glare, knowing he was the only one that saw.  

“I earned that money and none of my morals were corrupted, thank you,” you hissed.

“We aren’t judging you, Y/N.  Do you want to come over to our place and hang out?” Dean asked.

“And you are under no obligation to wear that school girl costume,” Castiel added.

“I mean, unless you want to,” Dean added, which promptly caused Castiel to slap dean in the shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, but took them up on their offer.

***

Beer was flowing freely between the three of you and talks of everything from sex to politics had been discussed.  You stood up to grab all of you another round when the alcohol really hit you.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to stop if I’m going to get home,” you complained.  You nearly missed the look that Dean gave Cas as you made your way into the kitchen

“Or, you could spend the night here,” Cas offered.

You snorted.  “Yeah, sure.  I’m sure you’d love that.  What, are we going to tell ghost stories and braid each other’s hair?”

“We could do that. Or, we could think of something more...exciting,” Dean offered.

When you made your way back to the living room, the confused expression on your face said more than you could eloquently communicate.

“We’re dating, but we are also bisexual.  Both Dean and I find you extremely beautiful and we’ve actually talked about this before.”

“Wait, you guys talk about me?”

Dean held up a hand, “Only good stuff, though.”

You shrugged, “I’ll do it under one condition.”

“Name it,” they answered in unison.

“I want to watch you two together.”

***

Cas was laying on his back on the bed with Dean in between his legs sucking his thick cock while you were at the head of the bed rubbing your clit.  You never expected to see this, but you were sure as hell glad you were.

Castiel’s moans sent jolts of excitement to your core every time Dean coaxed them from him.  He caught your gaze.  “Do you like watching Dean suck my cock?” he moaned.  You could only nod in response.  He chuckled, a slight darkness behind it.

“She likes watching your pretty lips wrapped around my fat cock, Dean.”  Dean moaned around his thickness.

“Come here,” Cas moaned out.  You complied and Cas positioned you over his face, facing Dean.  Cas’ mouth was on your wet cunt in a second.  The wave of pleasure his mouth brought you would have sent you falling forward if his arms weren’t wrapped around your hips holding you in place.

Cas’ lips vibrated around your clit as he moaned as Dean continued to work his cock in his mouth.  You looked up to see Dean’s emerald eyes trained on you. He was stroking his own cock as he watched his boyfriend pleasure you with expert tongue.  When two of Castiel ’s fingers plunged into your hole, you came undone.  Waves of pleasure ran throughout your body and your moans of ecstasy filled the room.  Your eyes were locked onto Dean as you came down from your high, but you still needed more.

“Please.  Please, someone, fuck me,” you begged.  Dean stopped sucking Cas’ cock with a pop as he released it from his mouth as he flipped you onto your back.  He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and quickly placed it onto his hardened cock.  He slid into your tight pussy with one push.  He filled you completely and you enjoyed the stretch.  Your whimper of desperation sunk in and Dean slowly pulled out and slammed back into you.

You wrapped your legs around Dean and placed your ankles on his ass to pull him closer.  Your moans filled the air as you felt another orgasm building inside you.  

“Dean, stop,” Cas commanded.  You whined when Dean obeyed and stopped moving.  You hear the click of a bottle opening and knew Cas was lubing up his cock and Dean’s hole.  You mewled when Dean jerked inside you at the cold liquid applied to his hole.  

You were able to look over Dean’s shoulder to see Cas lubing up his cock. You bit your lip as he lined himself up with Dean’s waiting hole.  Cerulean eyes found yours and Cas smirked as you watched him slowly sink his thick cock into his boyfriend’s tight ass. Dean was cursing in your ear as he let himself become re-accustomed to Cas’ thickness.

Once Dean was ready, Cas began to thrust into him letting him feel the full length of himself before slamming back in.  Dean’s face contorted into pleasure and you squeezed yourself around him.

“As hot as this is to watch, do you think you could-” you began to ask Dean.

“Of course, darlin’,” he drawled as he began to move.  Dean and Cas worked in perfect unison.   You continued to squeeze your cunt around Dean as another orgasm began to build inside you.

“Not gonna last long if you keep that up,” Dean moaned at the sensation.

“Me either,” Cas added.

“Then cum for me,” you begged the couple.  Their pace quickened and faltered as the orgasms of the three of you came closer.    You were the first one to let go, your cunt spasming around Dean.  Your orgasm spurred on Dean’s as he filled the condom with his hot cum.  Cas followed quickly behind his boyfriend as he filled his hot ass. The two men fell onto the bed on either side of you.  You let them snuggle into you as your breathing returned to normal.

“That was hot as fuck,” you finally managed.

“If you think that’s hot, just wait until you see Dean make us breakfast in the morning,” Cas teased as he placed a kiss to your cheek.

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Endless Chapter 5

Damian Wayne x Reader (x various)

Summary:Some questions are answered, some questions arise.

Warnings: Slight language, war flashbacks to Discowing

Authors Note: Yeet, hope ya like it

Tag List: @mirajanestrauss1999

I walked into the small coffee shop, shaking the snow from my beanie as I trudged towards the very back, my long winter jacket fluttered from the speed I was walking, I silently thanked the Lord they had the heater blasting in here.I peeled off the coat, tossing it in the empty booth in the back I'd been instructed to snag.  I tried my best not to let my nerves show, although to be fair I was meeting a complete stranger all by my lonesome, unfortunately Jon got an urgent call and had to bail, he seemed pretty hesitant to leave but after some reassurance that I'd be okay he dipped. Seconds felt like hours as I waited for the guy to show, my fingers drummed down on the worn down surface to the beat of the Christmas song softly drifting throughout the shop. The cheery atmosphere did nothing to quell the anxiety in my stomach, if the smell of cinnamon in the air and overall warmth the cafe provided couldn't help, then yeah I was definitely nervous. I tugged off my knit beanie, and attempted to smooth out the serious case of hat hair I had going on, thankfully, I braided my hair earlier so the loose curls sticking out looked on purpose, my fingers, now bored with the drumming, toyed with the ends of braid as a means of distraction. I felt my eye wander from the homely decorations hung up and around the walls, to watching the world go by through the window. I took in the sight, the snow had finally started to come down in Gotham so people were bundled up almost comically, and despite it being  below 40° outside, they went about their lives as usual, whenever new folks paid our city a visit, they were always perplexed at Gothamites abilities to ignore the freezing temperatures. I have to admit as sweet as the snow falling was to watch, hands down my favorite thing about this time of year was the city's tradition to string up what looked to be a million Christmas lights above and through downtown, making the usual dim, dark, nights much brighter. I was so in my thoughts I jumped at the sudden body very casually-and very loudly I might add- sliding into the booth across from me, I ended up slamming my knees into the table so hard the salt and pepper shakers knocked over. I whispered a curse under my breath as I rubbed at my newly bruised knee, and before I could roast the unwanted stranger, my head snapped up to see a familiar grin. "Yikes- that sounded like it hurt, you okay kid?" "Besides needing new kneecaps? Yeah just peachy - thanks for asking strange grown man." Said random man gave a warm laugh at my response, I took in his appearance, trying to gage if he was a threat or not, I could tell even sitting down the guy had a few good inches on me, he was wrapped in a brown bomber jacket, underneath was a crisp white shirt just asking to be stained by the grease that came with living here. He simply smiled while I analysed him, familiarity pinged in my head once I laid eyes on him grin. I scanned over his facial features, trying my damnedest to figure out where the hell I knew him from, his eyes were almost the same shade of electrifying  blue as Jon's, his hair fell in tufts of black waves, the few scattered snowflakes atop the waves made the black stand out even more.

All I got from my mini evaluation was this guy was hot, but I wasn't about to lower my defenses because of it.

He broke the silence before I could, suddenly looking confused as he glanced around the building. "Hey I thought you were gonna bring a friend? Or are they just hiding out in a vent waiting to ambush me if things go bad?" He joked, and just like that I remembered why I was even here. "Holy shit you're Ni- you're here." He nodded, the goofy grin ever present.My voice cracked mid sentence, I managed to stop myself from basically screaming 'Well butter my biscuits it's Nightwing! In the flesh!' and cleared my throat trying not to show the heat of embarrassment steadily creeping up my neck. "He uh- had to cancel actually, but don't worry I have a plan in case you turn out to be a weirdo." He laughed again, not taking any offense to my sort of threat. "Smart girl." He leaned back against the booth, thumbing through the menu like we were just two buddies catching up over coffee."I wonder if they serve any food, I'm starving.” He waved over the waitress grabbing himself a coffee, "Want something?" I responded still staring at the man confusion plastered across my face."Coco please." After a few moments of silence he spoke, clearly amused.

"You okay over there?"

"What no, wait I mean yeah why- why wouldn't I be." I internally cringed at my answer, he gave me a look which said he didn't but it, but the conversation dropped there.He filled the time spent waiting for our orders with casual stories about his day job as a police officer and how crazy it could be."Moral of the story, don't try to drive after your eyes have been dilated." I nodded, still, if not more nervous than I was earlier, a part of me felt like I should have been taking notes, he sighed into his palm, a smaller smile on his lips. "What is it? Do I have something on my face?" He picked up the dingy napkin dispenser, attempting to look at himself in the just barely reflective surface. I couldn't help the snort from escaping my mouth. "Nah I'm just trying to wrap my head around," I gestured to him with a wave of my hand. "- all this." He put down the dispenser with a smile. "It's pretty weird huh?" "Just a little." I laughed out pinching my fingers together. "I mean you're so - normal." Just then the waitress brought us our orders,He laughed into the coffee mug, taking a long sip before responding. "Well what did you think we did all day, work on our outfits and plan witty comebacks?" I paused before nodding. He sighed, rubbing his temple, "I can't speak for everyone but I happen to be a very normal guy- mostly." "Well 'normal guy' I gotta get your name cuz’ I'm running out of things to call you." He stuck out his hand,"Richard Grayson at your service, but my friends call me Dick." I took his outstretched palm with a firm shake. "Those don't sound like very good friends,” I joked “ I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." After half my drink was gone and the atmosphere was much lighter than earlier, a question popped up in my mind. "Let me ask you a question Dick." "Shoot." "Why'd you come here- you know, out of your whole 'sparkly' get up." He squinted at me, wiping his face before pointing a finger at my face. "First of all it is not 'sparkly', and let me tell you I know sparkly, one version of the costume had a very, very deep v-neck, I'm talking uncomfortable to look at deep, trust me this is an upgrade." I laughed, nearly chocking on my drink as I pictured him in the world's deepest v-neck, I wiped at my mouth with the back of my sleeve, the nerves finally leaving once I realized he was really just a normal dude.

Well a normal dude who kicks ass in tights at night but that's besides the point.

"Okay well that still doesn't tell me why you showed up all not-clad-in-skin-tight-kevlar. Aren't secret identities kind a big deal for y'all spandex junkies?" "Well yeah, but like I said before, you're a good kid, so I'm not all that worried." He leaned forward, a hopeful smile on his face. "Besides, there's gotta be trust between the people you work with- if you'd like to join us spandex junkies that is." I smiled at the man, a new wave of warmth spread through me as he spoke, I mentally paused, searching for any kind of hesitancy from my gut but all I got was a 50/50 ratio of nerves and excitement. "I'm listening, although I can't promise I'll squeeze myself into anything uncomfortable, even if it looks good." "Duly noted." He laughed. We spent the next hour shooting questions back and forth, most of his were unsurprisingly about what I could and could not do.

Mine were mostly about the tights.

By now the sun had set but there were still plenty of people walking about, apparently the threat of crime wasn't about to deter their Christmas shopping. "So what made you change your mind? About calling me that is?" He asked pulling me from my thoughts. I pulled on the sleeves of my shirt out of habit. "Something happened at the bank the other day-" "Wait, that mysterious hero was you?" "Yes and no," I gave a dry laugh "-anyway something..uh new happened with my powers and I figured if anyone could help me it be a dude who spends all his time around other people like me, can't exactly learn about this in chemistry class ya know?" He nodded with a warm smile, before his face shifted into something more of determination, "Look, I'll be honest here, personally I can't relate to the whole 'ooky spooky abilities' deal but I know a few people who do, and we'd all be willing to help." I gave him a soft smile, a warm feeling of appreciation swelled in my chest. "Thank you- I mean it really, I have no idea where it comes from- or what the full extent of it is." I huffed leaning back into the seat. "It sure be nice not to worry about it any more." "Again, like I said, it's kind of our job to help and protect. So it's not a problem kiddo." 

This felt like a moment from those sappy films where the older sibling figure ruffles the younger ones hair affectionately, but it wasn't.

Because if he tried it, I'd stab his hand with my fork out of reflex.

"So what's the plan here, am I gonna meet up with you in your secret lair and practice?" He chuckled out a no before continuing. "Not exactly, I'll have to finalize things with the big guy and when everything's ready we'll come to you." "Big guy?" He looked at me questioningly, a small smirk curling on his lips, waiting for me to come to my own conclusion. "Oh shit you mean Batman oh. OH." He shushed me with a laugh looking around at the other patrons before turning back to me. "Don't worry he's not at scary as everyone thinks." "Are you shitting me? Hell no." I shook my head with an uneasy laugh."He's on the Babadooks level- He's on that Freddy .vs. Jason level of scary." He barked out a laugh before pulling out the money to cover our bills. "Trust me kid, you'll do fine." "What if he doesn't like me? What if I don't make the cut and he throws me out a six story window?"

"That's oddly specific and-" he looked around for the sake of dramatics and whispered. "You didn't hear this from me, but if it'll make you feel better, you won't be dealing with him much." "Wait- who will I be dealing with then?" He winced out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck."See now I really can't tell you that."I pouted at the older man,"Dude! You said it yourself, there should be trust between people working together, don't contradict yourself Richard." I spoke with grin. "Damnit you got me there." He snapped his fingers together before leaning in "Okay but I'm only telling you because I think you deserve a warning." My brows shot up in concern at that. "Why would I need a warning exactly?" "Well, you remember that kid I had to stop from turning you to mincemeat?" "Yeah sure, I remember the goblin." He said nothing else, calmly sipping his mug, eyes cast away from me, making me realize exactly who he meant. "Shit."

Damian POV

I easily dodged Jon's incoming fist, his stance was wrong and his punches were sloppy, he was distracted by something. I used this to land a firm kick to the back of his exposed knee, bringing him down with a wince worthy thud.My heel pressed into the center of his back as I leaned down to the struggling teenager, the pressure increased on his back the lower I went. After realizing he wasn't getting up any time soon he tapped on the mat twice, signaling his defeat. "You're terrible at this you know." I offered him a hand after he managed to roll onto his back, he scoffed at me but took my offer, pulling himself into a standing position."Well yeah, thats the whole point of you training me." He rolled his shoulders before setting his feet in the proper position. He motioned at me to come at him, I simply walked towards the nearest bench and took a seat. "Aw come on Damian! You told me to come home and train but you won't even-" "You are distracted, in a real fight that would kill you." I spoke before taking a short sip from my water bottle. "Sort yourself out Jonathan." I watched the boy from the corner of my eye, his face was furrowed in frustration, I could tell he was losing his cool, it brought a smirk to my face. "I'm not distracted-" "You and I both know I'm not wrong, so talk, spew your problems like some prepubescent child, if it'll get your mind in the game."He sighed plopping down to sit on the slightly worn down mat, "I'm just a little worried about (y/n)-" "Why is there an update?" I spoke up interrupting him. He shook his head no. "Besides what happened at the bank? Nothing, I would have told you." He spoke that last line with a hint of bitterness, when I first told him to get intel on the girl, he was completely against the idea. My mind flashed to that first initial morning where they walked off together, a plan had came to my head to get the information I needed without doing much of anything. As the week progressed, I'd ask the Kryptonian if anything interesting happened with her, hoping she'd share with the boy, but unfortunately for me, he began to catch on. "Damian, can I ask you something?" "You just did but fine, go ahead." We sat at our usual lunch table, the everyday chaos of high school chatter blended our conversation into the background. "Why are you so curious about (y/n)?" I looked up from my book to meet his suspicious gaze."Is it wrong to be curious, Kent?" His leaned into his hand, the puzzlement in his eyes never faltering."No there's nothing wrong with that! its just, you don't really take interest in, well anything." I stared at him unimpressed. "No offense! I meant normal teenage stuff, like I only ever see you talk to a few people here, and whenever we talk it's about her." I won't lie, his intellect surprised me, but I didn't let it show. "She's seems like a nice person is all." I watched as his suspicion fell and the smile on his face grow into something mischievous. "So would you say she'd make a good friend?" My face scrunched in confusion."What?- sure yes if it'll shut you up." And with that he suddenly rose before making his way across the cafeteria, to my dismay he came back with the girl in question. (Y/n) looked between us, clearly just as confused as I was."Are you gonna tell me what was so urgent or keep me standing here like boo boo the fool?" "Damian wanted to know if you would sit with us for lunch!" Our eyes met, her's skeptical, mines more surprised than angry that the little shit had it in him to do this. I realized she was waiting for my confirmation, obviously not buying what Jon said. "If you want." I spoke after clearing my throat. An uneasy smile made it's way on her face before she sat down across from me, Jon took the seat next to her."Uh thanks? I mean this is uhm, nice of you and all but why?" Jon spoke for me. "Well we were just talking about how Damian here doesn't have many friends-" I kicked his shin hard under the table, but it only hurt my foot, I held back a wince and the urge to rub my now pulsing appendage. 'Boy of steel, right, I forgot.' Jon looked to me with a smirk before continuing."-and I was telling him all about how you're so nice and cool and yeah, here we are." She looked at me with a smirk stretched across her full lips, a perfectly arched brow rose in question, "That's surprising, who wouldn't wanna be friends with someone as charming and kindhearted as pretty boy over here?" The sarcasm was practically dripping from her voice.Jon, either too oblivious to notice or too excited to care, ignored this. "Great to hear! Well how was everyone's day?" Neither of us answered too busy in a stare off, I tried to analyze her, and she stared right back, refusing to step down from this unspoken glare contest. Jon interrupted us with a cough. "Well my day was great thanks for asking." She turned away to look at the taller boy, her expression much more friendly than the look she gave me. "Sorry, his whole 'children of the corn' thing going on is pretty distracting." she pointed her thumb back motioning to me, "-what'd you do today anyway?" He went on to list all the miniscule things he achieved before lunch. I half listened to their conversation, mostly focused on the novel I had, occasionally chiming in whenever I felt it necessary. Just like that the lunch period was over, and it was time to head back to reality.(Y/n) looked to me before she left, a half smile on her face, I was surprised it was directed at me and not the younger boy by my side. "You're not so bad Wayne, when you aren't talking that is." I smirked at the girl, slapping my novel shut with one hand."I'll admit, the brief moments your mouth was shut were rather nice." She laughed off my insult with a wave of her hand, before returning to her group to finish their day.

When the school day crawled to an end, and I was driving Jon and myself back to the manor, it occurred to me the boy in my passenger seat wasn't one to be easily fooled, it also occurred he may already know of her abilities and is acting stupid to throw off my questioning. I decided to sidestep all the bullshit of my original plan and straight out ask him. "Let's not beat around the bush Jonathan, has (y/n) told you anything strange about herself?" He snapped his head up, away from his phone to stare at me. "Pardon me?" I rolled my eyes at his act. "You know? Her powers, what has she told you of them?" "She has powers?" He practically screamed, I resisted the urge to slam the car into the traffic surrounding me and took a deep breath. "I'd appreciate it if you refrained from screaming like a banshee in my car." I spoke with a roll of my eyes, god the more time I spent with this kid the more I saw the inside of my head."You can drop the act, I know of her powers already." "I didn't!" He yelled, deflating in his seat."You're kidding me right?" He didn't answer."I'll take that as a no then, TT." He groaned tossing his hands up in the air, clearly distraught. The rest of the car ride was silent, him no doubt letting the information sink in. It wasn't until days later did we speak again, after he returned home rather late, looking like he'd been kicked down a flight of stairs. I sipped at the tea steaming in my cup as he sat down at the table, rubbing at his neck, exhaustion clear in his body language. "What's up with you?" His tired eyes lifted to meet mine. He hesitated before speaking, having some sort of internal debate on whether or not to tell me. "Something happened today, something with (y/n)." He gave me a very rough explanation, not wanting to delve into the details too much, before trying to head up to bed, I grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks. "You saw what happened today, it could get worse if she doesn't get help, but she won't listen to me, so you have to do it." "What- me? I don't even know what you're saying." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the kid before speaking again. "You're her friend, it should be easy to get some information about the extent of her abilities and bring it back to me." He scoffed at me, "I wouldn't deceive her like that- I wouldn't deceive anyone like that!" "You wouldn't be deceiving anyone, you'd simply be using your friendship to gain information for the greater good." I responded with a shrug."It would feel wrong, I don't wanna use her." "No one said you'd use her, you can still keep up that happy go lucky friendship shit once you tell me what I need." "That's not how friendships work." He chewed on the nail of his thumb, deep in thought. I continued, placing a hand on his shoulder. "As a hero, it's your responsibility to protect the public from any threats, or any potential threats." I used my Robin voice, the tone I used to talk to civilians, commanding but nonthreatening, trying to get it through his thick head."She's not a threat." He looked conflicted as he spoke. "Any unregistered meta is a threat, hell me and you both are threats. Power in the wrong hands is never a good thing." "Well it's not in the wrong hands, she saved those people today!-" "Prove it to me, show me she's not a threat and I'll drop it." We stared at one another in silence before he nodded, a fire in his eyes.

"Deal."

I was brought back to the present when he moved to stand, stretching out his body."I think I'm good now, you ready for round two?" I placed the water bottle down before rising, I walked until I was an arms reach away from him, "Let's see if Kryptonian's are all their hyped up to be."

After a good two hours of sparring (aka me tossing him on his ass in many different ways) and getting an idea of what he could do and handle, we called it a day. We made our way up from the cave, into the empty kitchen, he grabbed two water bottles from the fridge, tossing one to me before sitting down at the table.I nodded as thanks and pressed the cold bottle against my warm skin, sure the kid couldn't fight for shit but he was resilient as hell. I leaned against the counter, the cold of the marble bringing some relief to my overheated body. "What had you so worked up earlier anyway?" I asked breaking the silence that had fallen over us as we tried to catch our breaths. He finished patting his face with a towel before speaking."Oh it's nothing serious, I was supposed to go with her to meet someone but she texted me everything's going smoothly." "Why would she need you there?"

Thankfully he learned early on not to take my bluntness to heart, so he replied with a smile.

"I mean who wants to meet some hardcore vigilante all by themselves?" My head snapped up so fast it startled the younger boy. "She's doing what?" He grimaced at me, a nervous smile on his lips. "Meeting up with a vigilante to discuss her powers?" He spoke as more of a question than an actual answer.I felt the urge to slam my hand to my forehead, or alternatively his head into the cabinet. "It just occurred to you to share this with me now?" 

My voice was rising, I couldn't believe the amount of stupidity bottled up into one human. "Hey in my defense I thought you knew! I mean it is Nightwing, you guys are cool right? You have nothing to worry about!." His eyes shifted from me to the doorway, as he inched towards it, his voice had gone up a few good octaves in fear. He held up his hands like he expected me to throw something his way, a good chunk of me thought that wouldn't be a bad idea. I paused, racking my brain for answers to all the questions I had, why would Dick go see her? Why didn't I know about it? Why was I not strangling Jon right now? So many questions with no answers. I looked up to ask him for any other withheld information only to see his body quickly disappearing down the hallway.

"I'm sorry I'm running but you're way too freaky to be around when you're mad!" He yelled over his shoulder, it echoed throughout the hallway. I had now two options, call Dick, demand an explanation and hope he'll give it to me, or take my anger out on my housemate and then call dick.

Option two sounded much more fun, and besides, a quick throw off the balcony would test his flight skills.

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Too Tall

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, bullying, bar guys being assholes, passionate kissing

Word Count: 1482

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but apparently, my head doesn’t know what that means. I apparently can’t write anything under 1000 words lol. This is my first Sam fic that wasn’t like sisterly so tell me what you think. Also, my first request yay!

Request: Oo oo oo! I gotta request for a drabble! Sam comforts a tall (preferably female) reader? Cause I'm 5'11 and get made fun of for my height all the time. (Ps, not sure if this is what you meant, if not feel free to ignore it) - Anon

^ so like they are not this rough in the story but how Sam places his hands on her face correlates to the story 

Tonight's hunt had been a major success. You and the guys were able to kill the vamp and save a child. In your line of work that was about as good as one could hope for. So, in light of this y'all decided it was a good night to hit up the local pool hall and grab a few drinks and maybe hustle a few of the locals to make some sort of money this week. 

As much as you loved going out and scamming guys out of their money you didn't like the getting ready part. You could never find the right outfit to wear that looked good. You see what your problem was, was you were on the taller side for a woman and most of that height came from your legs. You were 5'11 and finding an outfit that didn't make you look like a slut was difficult. Shorts always seemed too short and dresses were to formal for a bar and those always seemed too short as well. 

Tonight, you decided on a simple outfit: black skinny jeans, a nice white tank top, and some black converse, because heels or boots would make you even taller and you didn't want that. 

Suddenly you heard banging on the bathroom door. 

"Y/N, you done yet? Come one we've been waiting forever," Dean screamed through the door. 

"Hold your horses Winchester. I'm just about done," you said as you put the finishing touches on your eyeliner. 

You walked out of the bathroom and both guys’ jaws dropped. "What too much?" you asked. 

"No, you look beautiful, Y/N," Sam said. 

You looked to the floor and blushed a bit. Truth was you always had a little crush on the younger Winchester, but you'd never tell him that. "Thanks Sammy. You don't look too bad yourself," you replied. 

"Damn Y/N, you won't even need to play pool to scam the guys at the bar," Dean said. 

You rolled your eyes and shoved Dean's shoulder and y'all headed out the door and into the Impala. 

The place was a nice place considering the area it was in. There was a nice balance of rock and pop music playing which made all three of you happy. As you looked around the room you saw two guys and knew they'd be the perfect target. 

You sipped your bourbon and approached the men. "Hey guys how about a round of pool," you asked. 

"Naw we're good sweetheart," one of them replied. 

"Come on. What if we put money on it? Make it interesting." 

"We're listening." 

"Ok a hundred to whoever wins." 

"You got yourself a deal sweetheart."

You all strolled over to the pool table and one of the guys racked them up. You grabbed the stick and pretended you didn't know what you were doing. The first round you let them win by a landslide. The second round you upped the price and let them win again. By the fifth round the pot was up to $500 and you knew this was your round to leave them in the dust. You let the first guy break and he got one ball, but failed to get another. You stepped up and shot one in the corner pocket, then another, then another, and at this point the guys were staring at you wide eyed and jaws dropped. That continued till you sunk all your balls and then finally the 8-ball. 

"Good game fellas. Guess I'm a quick study," you said with a sly grin.  

As you went to walk away you heard them mumble to themselves. You just assumed they were being sore losers that is until one spoke up. 

"Hey, Big Bird, you hustled us. That's cheating."

"Excuse me? It's not my fault that you underestimated a woman," you snarked back. 

"You played us gigantor. We want our money back." 

"Whatever sore loser."

"You must really struggle to find a boyfriend Sasquatch."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well your attitude for one. But the fact that you are so much taller than a lot guys. You must have to bend down a lot. Maybe that's why you're here hustling us and not with a guy. Couldn't find one to keep."

"Fuck you jerk," you said as you turned and stormed out of the pool hall with tears running down your cheeks. 

Sam took notice and ran after you while Dean stayed behind to scope out his chances of getting laid. 

You were sitting in the back of the impala with your face in your hands when you heard a sudden knock on the window. "Y/N, it's Sam. Please let me in." 

"Go away Sammy. Just leave me alone," you said. 

"No, not until you tell me what happened. First you were rocking it and then the next thing I know you are running out with years in your eyes."

You knew the Winchesters were stubborn and there was no way you were going to get Sam to leave so you unlocked the doors. He opened the door and slid in next to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and gripped you tight. You squeezed tight relishing in his warmth. 

"What did those assholes say that has you so upset, sweetheart," Sam said.

"It's stupid. I don't even know why I'm acting this way. You think I'd be used to it by now," you said. 

"It's obviously not stupid if it has you this upset." 

You sighed and took a deep breath. "They were making fun of my height. Calling me names like Bug Bird and Sasquatch, which I could handle, but then they had to take it further."

"What did they say?"

"They said it must be hard for me to find a man that I didn't have to bend down for and that's probably why I am alone." 

"You know that's bullshit, right?" 

"Is it though? My height has been a problem my whole life. I have always been taller than most the guys and always had people say all the clichéd things they say. Maybe I am just too tall."

"You know how ridiculous that sounds right? You live with two guys that are taller than you and anyone who picks at something you can't control is a jackass." 

"Yeah, I guess. It just struck a cord in me. It has been a problem in the past with some guys, me being too tall, so it just hit me kinda hard."

Sam pushed you back slightly and grabbed you chin to angle your face to look at him. "Well, you're not too tall for me."

Your heart skipped a beat at this. Was he saying what you think he's saying? Is it possible that the Sam Winchester might share your feelings? Or is he just giving you pity? 

"What are you saying Sam?" 

"This," he said as he leaned down and captured your lips with his. It was slow and soft and just full of passion. It was as if he thought if he pushed too far you'd push him away. At his slight hesitation, you gripped shirt in your fists and pulled him as close as you could and deepened the kiss. With that he brought both his hands up to your face and bit your bottom lip asking for permission and you gladly let his tongue in. 

You guys sat there in that heated make out session for a couple minutes until you had to let go to get some air. He leaned his forehead against yours and smiled. 

"Why are you smiling?" you chuckled. 

"Because you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for," Sam said. 

"Really?" you said. 

"Yeah, I've kind of had a crush on you since you started hunting with us," he said sheepishly. 

"Well that sucks." 

He scrunched his brows in confusion. "Why?" He said with slight panic in his voice. 

"Because I've had like this massive school girl crush on you for just about as long. It sucks because if we would have both pulled our heads out of our asses we could have had this a long ass time ago."

Sam laughed and pulled you into another kiss. 

You both jumped when you heard a tapping on the window. You looked over to see Dean. 

"You guys better not be screwing in my Baby," Dean said. 

You laughed and rolled down the window and said, "We're not, at least not yet." 

Sam's head flew back in laughter and Dean just rolled his eyes and got in the driver’s seat. Sam held you tightly as you leaned into his chest taking in his warmth.

"You know it's about god damn time you to admitted your feelings for each other. The pining for each other was getting kind of old," Dean said 

You and Sam both looked at each other and said, "Yeah."

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[hotpinkstaples]

On Suzuki-gun and Zack Sabre Jr.’s Place in the Stable

Alright real talk, I'm not liking one bit of Zack Sabre Jr.'s kayfabe story in New Japan. Lemme be clear- Suzuki-gun has been in existence in New Japan longer than Zack has been with the goddamn company. The faction has showed up across different promotions, and is run by a freelancer who will wrestle everyone and everything, including but not limited to- men, women, rookies, kaijuu, and what have you. Minoru Suzuki is arguably the top draw of the faction as he is... Minoru fucking Suzuki. Everyone else in the faction is either a loyal brother or son or fan, and we are all.... Suzuki-gun. The faction is arguably the only faction in New Japan that is truly heel, and it works because Misu is top dog and his brothers and sons are, essentially, his family. Where he goes, they go, and whenever he needs them... they're there. They're ready to throw down at literally a moment's notice, and nothing gets a crowd more heated than when Taichi's fucking with a babyface in order to help out Misu.

Now, I get Sabre Jr. is new to the promotion. Not only that, he didn't exactly have anyone to teach him the ropes that quickly before the G1, so to put him in a steady faction like Suzuki-gun was essentially the best way to get him assimilated into the promotion and get used to its style and kayfabe storytelling. It made perfect sense for Desperado to corner for him throughout the entirety of the 27th G1. He's the baby of the family, essentially their shogun's newest child, Desperado had to look after him because thiw family's ride or die. It was perfect storytelling throughout the whole summer. Desperado had Zack's back every match, and Zack did what he could during their tag bouts, but most of the caretaking was largely performed by El Desperado.

Now this is where it gets fucked up, and why Gedo better get it the fuck together before I sue his ass for misrepresentation. A whole portion of this year's Destruction tour was getting Suzuki-gun back into the larger storyline in New Japan, since they swapped them out for LIJ after Misu won the NEVER title, and to showcase enough of the LIJ bonds in time for Naito's victory at the G1 Climax. A lot of people, including myself, have had doubts about where Suzuki-gun's headed because Misu's not 40 anymore. He's not 35, he's not even 45. He's legit aboutta turn fifty, he's lost a lot of weight over the years, and we can see that he's getting worn down. We can see it in how he plans out his matches, how he performs with outside weaponry and interference, and how he takes and executes strikes and grapples in his matches. He's strong and healthy, but he's still a victim to time like we all are. He can't keep going forever, and eventually, the shogun's gonna have to move into a more administrative post and position a new heavyweight representative in the faction.

And unfortunately, it seems like Zack's gonna be the one groomed for the position.

First things first, I have nothing against Zack Sabre Jr. He's a great wrestler, very interesting to watch, but for the life of me, I don't understand what the fuck he's doing in Suzuki-gun. Part of the narrative of Suzuki-gun is that these men follow Misu because they're lacking something within themselves and find peace, find familiarity and comfort in being Misu's brother or son. Desperado's recent interview was one of the sweetest promos he's produced in his tenure in the faction, because it just comes off so... honest. Suzuki-gun is for life. Shelton Benjamin, despite being in WWE, is still Suzuki-gun. Takayama will never wrestle again but he is, for life, Suzuki-gun. That's how the faction is set up in the kayfabe. They're the family that ride or die into the sunset. There's no hesitation here.

What happened in Hiroshima a few days ago had me heated for several reasons. One- booking Suzuki-gun includes booking all of Suzuki-gun. Because Suzuki-gun is a steady stable. Their members are brought into the fold personally, you don't apply for a bloody position. Having Michi come out to just slap the mat in the corner does nothing because that's how you book the other stables. Facing a member of Suzuki-gun means facing all of Suzuki-gun. So I did not, for my life, understand why in Fukushima you had the Killer Elite Squad and Uncle Iizuka roll out after hours to push Misu to victory... but in Hiroshima, you booked Michi to do nothing while Kushida broke Desperado's arm and Back to the Future'd him into submission.

And yet, in that same night in Hiroshima, almost the entirety of the faction came out to help Zack.

I am pissed. Y'all could say whatever you want about the faction being a joke because it's just “Misu and the jobbers,” but Michi literally has his own promotion and just put on a supercard show to celebrate his own damn anniversary as a wrestler, Taichi's good because he's tight with both Misu and Michi, Kanemaru is a junior heavyweight legend outside of New Japan, Shelton Benjamin is another legend, KES are a credible threat in the tag division, Takayama is the Emperor, Desperado is an underdog, and Zack is basically the darling of technical wrestling. No one in the faction is an actual jobber, and to presume as such is straight disrespect and I hope y'all have nightmares about Misu chasing you around in a haunted forest with Taichi's microphone cane if you think this kind of disrespect is warranted.

But I digress- Suzuki-gun is an army of men (and women, because Miho and Ayumi Nakamura are very much Suzuki-gun) who live and breathe the creed. They can throw down when appropriate, and back off when they have to. Gedo booked two amazing Suzuki-gun storms during Misu/Elgin and Sabre Jr./Tanahashi.... and yet Gedo refused to book it into Desperado/Kushida. Taichi and Kanemaru, even tho they lost to Funky Future, at least had each other to depend on, but they booked Michi, and independent legend in his own right, to just valet in the corner while Desperado got bodied.

Bruh. Bruh!!!

ALL I'M GONNA SAY IS THIS- Suzuki-gun aint no fuckin joke, and if Gedo don't get his shit the fuck together, I have no problems pretending Sabre Jr. doesn't exist in the faction. Sabre Jr has yet to appropriately storm someone outta no where on behalf of the faction. Maybe Hiroshima wasn't the best time because he was main eventing against one of the best wrestlers of our generation, but I got my eyes on him. Gedo booked almost the whole faction and its leader to come out and support Zack. They just had Michi escort Desperado out after he pretty much got his ass handed to him.

If Zack Sabre Jr. don't storm Kushida, or whoever the fuck Desperado aboutta feud with soon, then he out. He's cancelled- deleted! If he doesn't participate in the next round of group beatdowns, he's not invited to the cookouts anymore! Gedo can't act like we don't see what he's doing with New Japan, with all the international white talent dropping into the ranks while native wrestlers are watching this shit like “hm.” You can't fuck with the head booker, but the head booker better remember that it’s Kazuchika Okada who's the reigning Ace, not Kenneth Omega. He better remember that Kushida already bodied William Ospreay enough times to never have to agree to a match with him ever again, and yet, our boy might have to wrestle him yet again. We see you, Gedo. We know why you're doing it, but don't think, for a second, that viewers and wrestlers alike aint takin notes.

Tl;dr: Zack Sabre Jr is officially on the shitlist. I don't give a fuck if he graduated to official membership in the squad because he got the black-and-white Suzuki-gun gear, you not Suzuki-gun if you aint reppin yer boys in a group beatdown. You not Suzuki-gun if you not comin outta nowhere and smacking a mothafucka with a clipboard and choking him out with a steel chair just to buy your fellow Suzuki-gun mate some time. Zack been coddled enough. It's time to square up, or drop the Suzuki-gun name, cuz what we not aboutta do, is give this boy some merch to rep while he don't do shit for its members who are clearly struggling in the booking department.

Either book Zack the way Suzuki-gun has always been booked, or put him somewhere else. We not here to play games. If there’s a successor in mind for Misu’s position, then Gedo better find someone who’s actually gonna rep the whole band and push it over the moon. Just cuz they’re not invading NOAH anymore doesn’t mean they’re irrelevant. @ Gedo and Zack, we see y’all and we aint boo boo the fool.

[thebitchmint]

Ride Along 1.2

“We have just over 3 hours left till we reach Michigan.” Kylie sighed heavily from the driver seat. Her co pilot Neville was passed out in the passenger seat head resting on the window. “I know dude but seriously we can’t stop, Smackdown is tomorrow night and I would really like to sleep in a bed before we have to wrestle again.” Heather’s voice was low from the behind Kylie. She was running her fingers through short red hair as Sami snoozed on her lap. The quadruplet had rotated driving shifts as they travelled from St. Louis to Michigan for Smackdown. Delayed from flying because of the snow, they were almost to their destination and the girls didn’t know if they were sad because they were exhausted, or if because the trip would be over. “What did the hotel service say again?” Kylie looked at heather in the rearview mirror, “well I called to confirm the reservation but because of the weather they are combining rooms, your room is reserved but I think they bumped mine and Neville’s reservations because we were so late.” “Ah well you can sleep on the floor then.” Kylie smirked to the steering wheel. “UH no thanks I will sleep in the car before I let you NOT share a room with the man in the seat next to you.” Dyna whispered to Distortia as both girls giggled. “Man whatever, I doubt the Coffee hero back there will let you sleep in the car, or on the floor, or alone ever again for that matter.” Giggling broke out again. “DUDE they are recording this.” The girls tried to muffle their laughter. They kept forgetting this would all be on the show. “Well, whatever. We will figure it out when we get there.” Heather sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. “You good for another hour?” She asked Kylie. “Yeah rest because Sami is driving next and the last two hours will take 4 if you aren’t keeping his ass on track.” Kylie thought about the show, what footage would they use? She had to chuckle at herself reflecting back on the trip so far. There was no doubt about all the flirting, including the really juvenile game of truth or dare. 

Soon soft snoring from the backseat signalled that both Heather and Sami were out. Kylie was flipping through radio stations looking for music when Neville yawned and stretched in his seat. “Oh snap you’re up.” “Ware are we?” “Just outside of Lancing Michigan, why?” “Curious, we have what another 2 hours or so?” his thick welsh accent making his words hard to understand was a stark contrast to Kylie’s American one. “Yes.” “Just so y’kno im on to yous and heather’s grand scheme.” Kylie looked at Neville nervously, who wasn’t looking at anything but the back of his eyelids. “What?” “Aw yea jumping in our ride along so she and sami can get chummy.” Neville giggled a little. “They might quite the pair.” He said before turning to glance at them both snoozing in the back. “Oh uh I have no idea what you’re talking about but sure.” Kylie’s grin was a dead give away. “Truth is he is smitten with her and always has been. The minute she became single he was vying for her eye.” “Well then we did a good thing huh? matchmaking should be added to our resume of talent. You do remember this is being recorded.” Kylie looked at the camera planted on the dash board. Neville bursted out laughing before he could control himself, “Aw piss he is going to scald me for that one.” Things settled down for a minute when Neville spoke up again, still leaning against his window, eyes closed. “Truf is, I wanted it too.” “What?” Kylie looked at him and back at the road. “Oh I wasn’t sure about something, but I figured if you tagged along for this you’d be down to ride with me again. Jus me.” Neville was looking at her now. “Well duh. Pffft” He was making her nervous, not that that was new. “Yea we work pretty well together, and I’m glad we’ve become close friends.” Kylie stared hard at the road ahead of her. “Yep.” The sexual tension was the highest it had ever been between Distortia and Neville ever since she was mercilessly attacked from behind on 205 live. She was Neville’s puppet ringside, the king of the cruiserweights had his very own Harley Quinn and the pair was absolutely magic together. Rich Swann, in trying to catch Neville, ran over Distortia, causing Neville to lose his mind and take Swann out. He carried Distortia from the ring and as the trainers looked her over, he swore an oath in welsh to avenge her attack. His brown eyes were glowing as he looked at her, his intensity and wrath flowed through the room and camera like an arctic wind from the North Pole. Kylie had never been so turned on in her life. Fast forward a few weeks to ride along and even though it was snowing all around them in michigan, Kylie could feel herself starting to sweat under Adrian’s gaze. “Cept it won’t last much longer, Thank God.” Neville muttered turning his eyes to the window. “Huh?” kylie still stared at the road, “Well if you think I am sharing a room in detroit with these two love birds, you’re mad.” Neville jammed his thumb to the back seat where Heather and Sami were still passed out. “Also I can assure you, neither of us will be sleeping...or stirring on the floor either. Too much back and forth for all that daftness.” Kylie glanced at the English brute as he sat back in his seat, pulling his beanie over his eyes and crossing his arms. “No need to be fraid either love, I’ll be as gentle as I can with you as long as you do as you’re told.” Neville finished with a smirk. Kylie swallowed hard. She knew she was in for a ride when they got to Detroit. “Ye I hope that makes the cut for the show as well, lord knows the whole wwe universe will love it.” Smirking still Neville grabbed Kylie’s hand and laid back in his seat.

As they unloaded the SUV at the hotel , Sami caught Heather grabbing her by the arm whispering "Hey would you mind not sharing a room with Kylie today? I was hoping Neville and her could...uh well get cozy.” He made this smashing movement with his hands cupped. Heather had to smile, he was adorable. The snow was coming down softly for now but it was supposed to stick. “Sure I had that thought, but reservations are tight as it is so if there aren’t any more rooms, I guess I can walk down a few blocks and see about another hotel.” “No no no Sami threw his hands up, My reservation is confirmed, you can stay with me.” “uh with you?” Heather stuttered. “Well its a double bed, so yeah I just wanted Neville to think it wasn’t reserved so Kylie would offer and bada bing bada boom they’d get it on.” Sami clapped his hands for extra feeling, Heather giggled. “Ok ok sami no worries.” “yeah but how do we get them UP there without us having to go UP there too.” His brown eyes searched her face for answers. “Listen leave that to me, ok? just follow my lead.” She smoothed Sami’s jacket lapel and softly patted his chest. He grabbed one of her hands and kissed the back of it “Oh I would follow you anywhere.” 

“Ok OK well I’ll take the room, until we get someone down here to do my laundry service. IT must be done in a few hours and professionally. This is the gear I need for tonight.” “I will sleep on the floor.” “Sami I promise it’s not necessary, its got two double beds.” Heather was a little disappointed about that tidbit but beggars cant be choosers, every hotel for blocks was full because of the weather delay and they had smackdown in 8 hours. She needed 5 of those to sleep, and shower and eat and she was tired of fighting with the desk clerk, trying NOT to be heard by Kylie or Neville who were waiting to see what would become of their friends. “Hey they are calling around to see about a laundry service, y'all go ahead and we will be up there in a second.” Heather had thrown a fit about having her gear cleaned before smackdown. It was clean but it was just the distraction they needed to get Kylie and Neville off their backs. She knew Kylie wouldn’t have to be told twice, but if her and sami really didn’t have a room she knew Kylie wouldn’t hesitate to offer hers. She was in the suite after all. Perks of being the smackdown number one contender, and a master suite gold card holder. Heather held her breath until the elevators closed on Kylie and Neville, “phew omg ok I am so sorry, I don’t need a laundry service.” Sami’s jaw hit the counter. “Mam, I promise...” “NO No...I promise my gear is fine. Thank you so much for putting up with my show. I just needed those two to get to their room.” The check in clerk looked exasperated but relieved as she handed over the room key. Heather pulled a 50.00 bill out of her wallet and folded it into a small sliver, made a makeshift envelope out of a hotel notepad paper and slipped it under the clerks keyboard. She grabbed her purse and suitcase and motioned Sami to follow her. She felt bad because she was a raging bitch but she knew Kylie would make a bee line out of there. “Omg you made all that up?” He said. “You said we had to have a distraction, I threw on my diva cap, what else. Kylie hates it when I act like that....I will hear a lecture from her later.” Heather rolled her eyes as she watched the elevator light blink it way down to the lobby. Sami was still staring at her, wide eyed. “That means you’ve been a diva before?” “ Listen if I am exhausted, like I am on the verge of being right now, or hungry, all bets are off. My southern charm and manners go right out that window and I can be a real bitch.” Heather calmly stared at Sami’s reflection in the elevator doors as he stared at the floor on the ride up. Double beds, ugh well at least Kylie will get laid Heather thought to herself. “You must be really exhausted.” Sami’s tone was quiet as they walked to their room. “Travelling by car always seems so much more exhausting and I drove 6 hours of that 8 hour trip. I am tired, I am human you know?” Heather opened their room and set her stuff inside by the window. Sitting on her bed, she watched Sami throw himself back on his bed, “Do you want to shower first?” she asked him. Sami stared at the ceiling for a minute, “There are so many things I’d rather be doing.” His reply jerked Heather around.

[rogue-barnes-16]

SECRETS (part I/II)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James' past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angsty (fluff in the end) (modern au)

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Warnings: hints of a toxic relationship, drinking, smoking, bad described make out session and implied sex.

A/N: I couldn't finish writing the latest request I was writing bc tumblr is a bitch, so I'm dropping the first part of a 2-part fic here. I hope you enjoy my first au (I'm practicing for a Brooklyn nine nine fic) <3

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"C'mon Y/n" Samantha called me from the entrance of the bar we were going to get into. She came closer, placing a hand on my bicep. "You're still thinking about it?"

I stayed silent, my eyebrows knitted, and my eyes fixed on the pavement. "yeah" I replied absently, having another puff of the cigarette held in my hand.

"do you really think you're right?"

"I don't know, Sam" I confessed, tossing the cigarette and stepping on it. "I think I don't wanna be right about this." with that, I turned around to join our friends.

The music playing in the bar almost made me forget what I had been thinking for two days.

Almost.

Two Days Ago

"BARNES!" I yelled from across the precinct's floor where we both worked. "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?"

"charmin' as always, Y/l/n" he replied in that condescending voice of his, staring at board covered in pictures and notes.

"you dismissed my suspect." I stated, finally reaching the place where he was standing.

"it's our suspect, not yours" he corrected me crossing his arms over his chest "and we'd reached a deadlock"

"I told you to fucking wait, dammit!" I spat, hitting the desk in an attempt to draw his attention.

He jumped, spinning around so he was now face to face with me. For an instant, I saw panic in his gaze, quickly replaced by anger.

"I told you to follow Vargas, and did you, smartass?" I huffed. "see? We're fuckin' even"

I glared at him slack-jawed. "You're unbelievable." grabbing three manila folders from his desk, I made my way to mine. "and for the record, Vargas didn't show up, you fucker!" since my back was to him, I missed his eyes fixed on my form with something way different from anger, frustration or hate.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I stood still, staring at Y/n leaning over her desk to examine the manila folders with my jaw clenched, reminding myself that I hated her.

I needed to remind myself that I hated her every single day, because if I didn't, I knew shit would go south.

Unexpectedly, she looked up from the reports and her eyes dug into mines. I only mimicked her position, leaning over my desk, holding her stare.

Surprisingly, it was me who first averted my eyes, my ring tone catching my attention. When I looked at the screen, I saw an unknown number. "Hello?" I asked hesitant.

"Morning honey" my body went stiff at the voice, my jaw clenching while I tried to stay composed. "I made you some coffee, can you tell them to buzz me in?" I stayed silent "oh don't worry, I'm in"

I hung up and tossed the phone over my desk before stalking to the entrance of precinct just in time to see her appearing.

READER'S P. O. V.

I followed Barnes with my gaze, worried that something bad might have happened. However, in the entrance I only saw a redhead with a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Barnes hissed from a considerable distance.

"I told you, silly" she let out a giggle "I brought you some coffee." When she tried to step closer to Bucky, I saw his trembling hand ghost over the holster he was carrying. "are you gonna shoot me, baby?"

Something in her voice made chills run down my spine, but I knew stepping in wasn't a good solution, so I stayed leaned over my desk.

"you can't be here" she stared at him with defiance before smashing her bag over the nearest table, making Barnes jump.

"hey" before I realized, I was walking to them. "Miss, who are you?" flash of madness crossing her eyes scared the shit out of me, but I didn't back off. Instead, I stepped between the two of them. "who are you?" I repeated.

"I'm James' wife" her reply shocked me enough to turn around and give Barnes a very confused look. "who's this woman? are you cheating on me, baby?"

I felt Barnes hand sneaking in the gap between my arm and my waist to grab my forearm "I fuckin' work here" I replied, completely ignoring the tug in my arm.

"then go work" she hissed "and let me catch up with my husband" when I didn't move, and irritated look made its way to her face. "I told you to leave, bitch."

Before I could reply, Bucky’s grip on my arm tightened and he managed to bring me closer to him, crashing my back against his chest.

"you can't be here, Dot" he repeated, managing to hide his shakiness from her. "leave. Now" The same shakiness that wasn't able to hide from me.

Due to the lack of space between him and me, I could feel how his chest went up and down rapidly and unevenly.

"But listen baby, I'm sorry" she whispered, suddenly switching to 'angel' mode. "I'm really sorry, please let's talk this out, okay?" She took a hesitant step towards us and I subconsciously pushed Barnes back in a very subtle way. "c'mon, let's go and have breakfast, and we'll talk. Please, honey."

"What is she doing here? Who let you in?" Rogers appeared in my peripheral vision, walking fast towards us. "leave. Leave right fuckin' now"

"great" that Dot girl muttered, taking a exasperated sigh. "Steve, this is between James and me, so don't you take this bitch with you for me to-"

Steve made his way to the redhead and, grabbing her arm, he guided her out of the precinct.

I spun to face Barnes, who was quickly putting himself together. "what the hell was that about?"

"you always have to meddle in everyone's business" he spat, letting go of my arm "don't you?" I stayed silent while he went to his desk to grab his things. "Tell Captain Fury I wasn't feeling well." and with that, he left.

The following day he didn't even show up.

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"This place's amazing!" Lexa, another one of my friends, exclaimed excited. "let's look for a free table"

The six of us wandered around for a while until we found a free table. "what do y'all wanna drink?" Joe asked, getting up.

Joe came a few minutes after with everyone's drinks and we chatted for a while. Again, I was almost able to forget about it, but then I saw him sitting on a stool, leaning over the bar top with his back turned to us.

"guys, I've something to do." I stated, grabbing my drink and getting up. "be right back." said that, I made my way to the stool besides his. "you didn't show up yesterday, nor today."

He frowned before moving his head to glance at me. "fuckin' hell..." he groaned, shifting to look at the wall full of bottles across us. "outta every fuckin' bars, you hadda come here?"

"gosh" I scoffed, taking a sip of my drink before mimicking his posture. "it's not like I'm looking for you, Barnes, so get your head out of your ass."

He huffed, letting out a humorless, dry laugh. "it's always a fuckin' pleasure to talk to you." I rolled my eyes and he looked over his shoulder. "come back with your friends, 'cause we've nothin' to talk 'bout"

I ran my fingers through my hair and, taking a deep breath, I glanced at him. "that girl, Dot" he went stiff and my heart sped up because, damn, I didn't want to be right, but it seemed like I actually was.

"what 'bout her?"

"is she really your wife?" I asked, tiptoeing around the topic. "we've been working together for seven months already, and you never mentioned her."

"she's mah wife. Kinda" he confirmed me, drinking all the alcohol in his glass. "anythin' else?"

"what happened between the two of you?" He let out a weird laugh, letting his forehead rest against the wooden surface. "You're drunk"

"not enough for this conversation" he groaned with a smirk on his face. The corners of my mouth twitched up at the view and something in his eyes seemed the lit up. "If you wanna stay" he took another look at my friends before turning back at me. "maybe at the end of the night I'll be drunk enough to talk 'bout it"

I pursed my lips in a tight line, staring into his eyes to see if he meant it, because I really really needed to know what happened between them.

After a couple of seconds, I turned to the barman "hey sweetheart" I called him "keep the shots coming here, will you?"

Barnes let out a chuckle, but this time it wasn't weird, and it wasn't dry. This time it was genuinely amused. "eager, are we?"

"you could say so, yeah" I replied, giving him the ghost of a smirk while the barman put the drinks in front of us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Okay okay okay, but-" he started to laugh again and I nudged him "Nononono, listen-" a couple of giggles escaped my lips before I could keep going. "it's true!"

"it ain't true, darlin'." he said between giggles. "Romanoff 'n Stevie- that's insane"

"I'm tellin' you, Barnes" I replied, taking a swig of my beer. "one- don't laugh at me! One day we'll find 'em fuckin' in the office."

"You're crazy" he stated, finishing his beer.

"whatever" I looked at the clock. It was past 4 am already. "Barnes" I whined turned to him. "Tell me what happened between you and Dot, pretty please" I pouted at him, leaning over the bar top and getting a bit closer to him.

He groaned, leaving the beer aside to look at me. "ya really know how to spoil the mood"

"we're drunk as fuck already" I propped myself over my forearms, getting even closer to him. "c'mon Barnes."

With an exasperated sigh, he moved to tower me. "I swear, Y/n, you get me on my fuckin' nerves."

"I know, and I love to do it" his jaw clenched and his eyes traveled to my lips for a second. "you get me on my nerves too, y'know? But I don't care" he gave me a confused look "it's kinda... Our thing, so I don't mind it"

"You're sweet when you're drunk" he stated, half smiling at me. "wish you were this sweet all the time."

"nah" I retreated to my initial position with a teasing smirk on my face. "you love my rude ass side."

He stayed silent, which made me turn to him to check he was okay. "I do." he mumbled "I love your sweet side too." after taking another peak to my lips, he leaned on me and, without thinking twice, I closed the gap between us.

Our lips crashed and, while his right hand went to my cheek, his left traveled to my thigh. Letting out a muffled moan, I let my hands roam over his upper body. "let's get outta here" he mumbled against my jaw.

"yeah, let's get the hell outta here." I pulled away to clumsily grab my purse and pay the drinks, though t was a difficult task to accomplish with Barnes lips attacking my neck.

"you sure 'bout this?" he whispered, pulling me away from the bar top as soon as I had paid. " 'cause you're gonna regret this in the mornin'."

"I'm a grown ass woman" I replied, exiting the bar and pulling him into another sloppy kiss. "my place's near."

Within minutes, we were bursting into my house, tossing or clothes all over the place in our bumpy way to my room. "I'll tell you everythin' tomorrow" he mumbled, taking off his shirt. "I promise"

"Okay" I managed to say, unzipping my pants and letting him take them off. "I'll take your word for it"

He took off his remaining clothes and I did the same "Good" he groaned more than said, picking me up.

"Good" I echoed, letting him carry me to my bed.

Fuck, we were really going to regret this, but I couldn't care less.