#*swirl i forgot the eye name oops

[bumpscosity]

love the new jar apparel for Foxglove. "put your cash in the jar and watch it maaaaaagically dissappearrrrrrr"

[fake-bleach]

feels so right | dbf!joel miller x reader

summary: Your college boyfriend's a dick, and it doesn't help that he dragged you along with him to a bar just to treat you like shit. You plan on catching a ride home after an incident between you two, but turns out that your dad's best friend's there too, and he saw everything. He ends up offering you a ride instead, but there's no promises that you make it back home for the night.

word count: 9.9k (yeah i went overboard oops..)

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!afab!reader (no use of y/n), this might be the filthiest smut i've ever written, porn w/ plot, reader has a horrible/mean bf, prolly unrealistic car sex but idc, joel can carry reader, thigh riding, praise/degrading, kinda mean joel, oral (m receiving), deepthroating/facefucking, use of pet names (honey, sweetheart, baby, girl, etc), piv, unprotected rough sex, bit of a size kink, joel's hugeee, spanking, bit of choking, creampie/coming inside, literally all that good filthy shit lolll, lil cheesy ass ending

btw this can be for both game/hbo!joel cus i had them both in mind while writing <3

ao3 link | masterlist

Music fills your ears as you take a sip of your drink, sitting on an uncomfortable stool by the bar you were at.

Your boyfriend dragged you here with him, but not out of the kindness of his heart, no. You had made plans with him to spend some time together; to stay in and watch a movie, in hopes that it'd somehow heal your declining relationship, and he thankfully agreed.

That was weeks ago now, and here you were; stuck at a bar with the rest of his friends all because he forgot about his plans with you and insisted that he'd spend the night with the ones he sees more often than you.

It was either you or them, and in his eyes, it was always them.

"Fuck, babe! If you wanna be with me so fucking bad, just come with me— since you won't get off my fucking ass if you don't. Jesus Christ, I mean, you'd think I'd be able to spend one fucking night with my friends.. So fucking clingy."

His words rung in your ears as your eyes got lost in the remaining alcohol in the glass in your hand, slowly swirling it around with dread filling your face and entire being. You knew your boyfriend wasn't the best guy in the world, but you loved him at one point, and your heart clung onto the hope that he would start to actually love you back.

You should've known that your hopes would never be enough.

Snapping yourself out of it, you lift your head up to turn and look at him, his fourth glass of whiskey nearly empty, not giving a single fuck about you. No, his focus was always on his friends.. always on the shit that he prioritized over you.

You could only take so much.

Lifting yourself up from the stool, your feet reach the ground as you make your way over to him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. Nothing. Again, you tap him even harder, and he finally notices you for the first time in the 30 minutes you've been there.

"What the fuck? What do you want now?" He asks you, scoffing as he whips his head to turn to you.

You gasp at him, mouth open as you stare at him in disbelief. "What the fuck do I want? I want you to fucking pay attention to me, you asshole! Have you even thought about me the entire time we've been here at all?!" You exclaim harshly, your heart racing as your anger rises.

He just shakes his head at you, the annoyance in his face incredibly evident as his friends laugh faintly at the scene in front of them. He doesn't even attempt to apologize to you, the tone in his voice cruel as he scolds you, "I never even fucking wanted you here in the first place, and you didn't get the damn hint. Not my fucking fault, babe."

He turns his body to look back at his friends, completely avoiding you and the situation, and clearly not giving a shit to fix it. Your anger gets the best of you, reaching for his shoulder to harshly pull it back so he could just look at you, but he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tightly as he drags your body to him.

Your face is just inches away from his now, gasps coming out of your mouth as his grip tightens. "Don't you ever fucking touch me like that again.. Get the fuck out of here, bitch." He berates you, his breath oozing of booze as he shoves your wrist to push you away from him.

Your eyes fill with tears as you back away from him, your hand reaching to your wrist to soothe it, rubbing it softly. You glance around the room, embarrassed at what had just occurred. Eyes from all around the bar are on the two of you now, but there's a pair that immediately catch your eye.

Joel.

Your dad's best friend, and the man who practically watched you grow up right in front of his eyes.

His gaze is hard on you, face filled with growing anger as he watches what your dickhead of a boyfriend just did to you. Your face grows cold as you stare at him, eyes flickering from his face to the floor as you grip your bag, not wanting to have him confront you. You were embarrassed enough.

You glance back at your boyfriend one last time, a slight frown fixed on your lips as you rush out the door, gasping for air while your teary eyes pace around your surroundings. Frantically pulling your phone out of your bag, you open the Uber app, wanting to get a ride home and out of here as soon as you could.

"Honey? You alright?"

Your body jumps slightly as you turn your head to stare at the source of the voice, eyes fixed to recognize Joel, his face filled with concern and his gaze now soft on you. You swallow as you breathe out, wiping the tears that were just about to fall from your eyes.

Gaining the courage to speak, you choke out faintly, not wanting to reveal your emotions to him. "J-Joel, I— Yeah, I'm okay.. it's okay. Sorry you had to see that, I.. didn't know you came here.."

You turn your head to stare back down at your phone, weak fingers trying their best to tap on the buttons to get you a driver here as soon as possible.

Joel's hand just reaches over the ones gripping onto your phone, slowly pushing them down and away from your focus to make you look up at him. His eyes are gentle and warm, boring into yours.

"Don't do that, sweetheart.. I've known y'long enough to know that it isn't," His soft words soothe you, looking down at your somber face, "C'mon.. Why don't y'let me take you home? Let's get you outta here.." He offers, moving his hand behind the small of your back to guide you wherever his truck was parked.

You sniffle and nod as you give into his generosity, knowing that you just wanted and needed to be cared for right now, whether or not it was just by Joel's benevolence.

His stare is fixed on you as the two of you make your way to his truck, feeling a sense of responsibility and urge to protect you. You were the loveliest girl he's ever known in his entire life, and it appalled him at how you could be with an asshole like that.

Walking up to the passenger side with you right behind him, he opens the door up for you, gesturing you to get in. "C'mon, honey.. There y'go.." He whispers out, gently shutting it behind you once you're securely inside.

Joel gets in the driver's seat now, putting his seatbelt on after you as he turns the engine on, putting the car in reverse to get out of there, knowing that you probably wanted to leave the area as fast as possible.

Silence fills the space between you as the only sound that can be heard are the tires on the road, making you gulp softly. You then glance at him, clearing your throat and licking your drying lips, "I.. I promise, he's not always like that, Joel.. He's a nice man.. I—"

Your voice fails you as you finish, the uncertainty in your tone not even convincing yourself. You're lying straight through your teeth, and Joel knows it too.

He lets out a heavy scoff, shaking his head as his eyes focus on the road in front of him. Glancing at you, he chuckles, "Right.. A 'nice man', huh?" He starts, making you turn away from him to look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers, "A 'nice man' wouldn't do that to you, honey.. Seems to me you've never felt how a real man should treat ya."

Your head turns to look at him quickly, scoffing back at him as you look at him, shocked. You don't even know why you're bothering to defend your shitty boyfriend, but for some reason, you wanted to prove to Joel that you were mature enough to make the right decisions.. to be with the right man.

"You don't even know him, Joel.. I.. I was being clingy, alright? He wanted to hang out with his friends instead of me tonight and I insisted I went too! You.. you'd act like that too if you were ever with me.." You tell him, your voice growing small towards the last part of your little speech, self-deprecation filling your mind along with your boyfriend's words.

It doesn't seem to make Joel any happier, making him suddenly pull over to the side of the road, putting the car in park. He huffs, removing his seatbelt as you follow his movements. Pausing to take a moment to try and compose himself, he finally looks at you, mouth open in disbelief. "You think I'd act like that if I were in his position? Think I'd fuckin' push you away like that? No, honey, god, no— you've got it all wrong."

You swallow as you stare at him, eyes confused and trying to understand what he was implying. He turns away from you for a moment, licking his lips as he breathes in sharply. "No fuckin' man right in the head would ever push you away like that, sweetheart.. No, he's a fuckin' boy who won't even cherish such a.. pretty girl like you."

Joel shakes his head, taking that pause between his words to look at you up and down, exhaling hard as he puts his fist to his face, his arm resting on the side of his window. He just stares back out through the windshield, your body stuck in place, breath hitching as you process it all.

"The hell would your dad think.. f'he ever saw that, huh? Boy's damn lucky I didn't do shit to him.. Lucky I didn't fuck m'up." He exclaims, scoffing softly as he looks at you for a moment.

Your chest rises as you breathe in softly, mind racing to figure out what to say. Your stomach is filled with faint butterflies from Joel's words, yet you knew that he'd never possibly think of you that way. He was just trying to comfort you.. right?

Your eyes are set on your lap, pausing before stuttering out, "Look, Joel.. I get it, you've known me my whole life, but I know what I'm doing. I'm not some dumb little girl anymore.." You finish, lifting your head to look at him, hoping that he'd finally believe you.

Joel's always treated you the same way he has when you were a kid, and it always frustrated the hell out of you. It's no doubt that Joel was an attractive man; you realized that when you were in high school, especially when your friends would come to your house to gawk at him at parties and family gatherings. You weren't blind, but you knew your attraction for him would get you nowhere.. not when he saw you the same way all these years.

At least, to you.

His head finally turns to you, eyes set on yours now, "You're a big girl now, huh.. s'that right? Y'gonna tell me that when you're with an asshole like that?" He chuckles out, cocking his head as he shakes it, "Thought you were better than that, baby.. That you'd actually give yourself to someone who deserves you.."

"Guess you're still that dumb little girl."

His words sting, making your eyes harden with your lips pressed tightly together. You scoff at him, tone harsh and direct, "The fuck do you want from me, Joel? What, y'want me to give myself to a real man like you?" spewing out the words without even giving it a second thought.

He immediately spits out what he's been thinking the entire time, nodding his head almost condescendingly as he inches his face closer to yours, "Yeah, that's what I fuckin' want. Maybe it'll knock some damn sense into that dumb head of yours, huh?”

You grit your teeth, heart thumping out of your chest as you rasp out, "You wouldn't even have the fucking guts, old man," but you knew damn well that you craved it. Craved him and the endless possibilities of what he could do to you. Breathing heavily, you can't deny the slick growing against your folds and through your panties.

Joel just grins at you, his gaze never leaving yours, "S'that right, honey? M' just some.. old man to you?" He snickers, his tongue poking out of his cheek for a moment, "Y'think I never noticed you all these years? Never heard you and your lil' friends talkin' about me?"

You gulp as your lick your drying lips, face softening while your heart races. Shaking your head to deny his accusations, your body freezes at the realization that he knows.

"Yeah.. you're not so slick, baby. Could see you watchin' me all these damn years.. Tellin' everyone how much you want me.. Y'can deny it all you want, sweetheart, but I see right through you. Right through this act."

He smirks as your eyes dart to the floor to avoid his stare, head tilting down as you fidget with your hands. Your body grows cold as you shake your head softly, denying the fact of the matter.

Joel's hand reaches up towards your face, his thumb and index finger lifting your head to look up at him, gripping onto your chin. "Ain't that right?" He chuckles out, making you turn your head to look away from him again nervously, but he doesn't let that slide.

He tuts his tongue, shaking his head as his grasp on your chin tightens just enough to have a firm grip on you, forcing you to look right at him. "No, no, don't do that, honey.. Look at me." He demands, your eyes finally staring into his own. You clear your throat, body shaking slightly as your adamant arousal for him increases.

You begin to stutter out, gulping, "J-Joel..", but he just cuts you off, implicit and direct with his intentions.

"Y’gonna let me fuck some sense into you, baby? That what you want? You’re about a second away from begging me for it, I fuckin’ see it. Can practically smell it off you, too." Joel spits out, his tone cocky and hitting directly to your core as he glances down at your thighs clenching together, “N’ look at you here..”

He chuckles out, removing his fingers from your chin to glide them down to your trembling thighs, his fingers almost pressing into the crevice that your thighs were pressed so tightly together to create. He wets his lips as his dark gaze glances back up to your face, whispering out desperately, "Tell me you want this, honey.. Tell me n' I'll make you forget all about your lil' boyfriend."

You breathe out through your mouth heavily, lips falling a bit open as your mind races. You've thought about this moment for so long now, and you could finally have it..

Fuck it.

Wetting your lips, you quickly put them on Joel's, desperation seething out of you as your eyes shut tightly. You moan into the kiss, Joel groaning into it too as he reaches his hands for your waist, gripping onto it tightly. He almost lifts you up, gesturing for you to get on top of his lap, needing to be close to you. You just follow his request, lifting yourself up from the passenger seat to fall into his lap and straddle his waist, immediately whimpering at the feeling of his bulging crotch pressing into your panties.

You had hoped that wearing a dress tonight would be a good choice, and you were right.

Breaking away from the kiss, the two of you gasp for air, breathing in heavily as you stare at Joel with delirious eyes, nearly high off the taste of him. He just smirks at you, reaching for your cheek to hold onto it, caressing it softly. "Bout' fuckin' time, baby.. Thought you'd never get the hint." He pants out, bringing your face close to press a dirty kiss on your lips, his tongue pushing against yours.

Your impatience gets the best of you, gripping his broad shoulders with your hands as you gain enough leverage to grind your core against his crotch, moaning loudly at the friction. You can already feel how huge he is, your cunt throbbing at the thought of it stretching you out.

His eager hands move down to grip your ass, moving you exactly how he wants, pressing you down onto him even harder. His lips break away from yours, groaning out, "Fuck, baby.. Fuckin' sexy, look at you.." He says, his gaze on your desperate face and glancing down at your hips and crotch grinding against him, "Shit.. That's it.. Pretty girl like you knows how to move."

You whimper at his words, growing wetter at the rough control he has on your body, and you love it. You can't help but let out little gasps, the desire you have for him increasing every time your bodies press together, making you crave his cock even more with each second that passes.

"F-Fuck.. need you, Joel, please.." You whine out, making his eyes flash up at yours as he chuckles, gripping onto your ass even tighter. He just shakes his head, saying, "No, baby.. Y'gonna take what you need from me right here. Wanna s'ya drench my thigh.."

"You do that f'me.. come all pretty & put on a lil' show for me? Maybe I'll give ya what y'want.." Joel mutters out to you, his lips just inches away from yours as he stares into your eyes, filled with lust and an intense ache for you. He wants to savor your body as long as he possibly can.

You nod your head quickly, biting your lower lip gently as you move your legs wrapped around him to sit in between one of his large thighs, moaning out once the rough fabric of his jeans hits your throbbing cunt.

You're soaked through your panties at this point, and you don't waste a second chasing your release. Your hips slowly start to move back and forth, grinding against his thigh as you whine. Licking your lips, you pant out, stuttering out his name repeatedly as your body does all the work for you. You're not even thinking at this point; your mind's completely gone blank and focused on one thing.

"That's it, honey.. Keep goin'.. Pretty lil' thing's so needy." Joel lets out, a low groan coming out as he watches your desperate face, staring right back at him with heavy eyes. It makes his cock grow even harder, knowing that he's finally got you like this.

His hands move to grip your hips, guiding them faster as they move to your ass, squeezing it harshly as a low chuckle escapes his throat. You gasp out at the touch, encouraging you to grind down on him even faster, stimulating your swollen clit as you cry out at the feeling.

Heat flows down to your cunt and lower stomach as your climax slowly begins to build up inside of you, and it's almost like Joel can feel it. Feeling how close you are, with your soaked pussy and slick drenching his jeans and thigh.

Just like he wanted.

One of his hands lifts up to smack your ass, an unrelenting force making you whine out at the sudden strike. It sends butterflies to your stomach and a sharp jolt to your core, forcing a moan out of you and a whine of his name on your tongue.

"Sorry, baby.. Y'got such a nice ass, been waitin' so long to do that.." Joel admits, letting out a faint laugh at your response to him. He cocks his head to the side and looks up at you, mouth slightly gaped open as his tongue plays with his cheek, "Ever knew how fuckin' hard you made me? Skimpin' around with your lil' dresses and shorts, passin' me like you knew what you were doin'. Y'never noticed how I'd.. turn my fuckin' head everytime you walked past me, baby.. Glancin' back at it so I could fuck my fist to the thought of you every night.."

"Fuck, fantasized about this fuckin' moment for so long now.."

Another blow of his large hand to your ass hits you unexpectedly, making you shake above him, your hips never slowing. You bite your lip as you look down at him, hands gripping his body to keep your strength. Butterflies fill your stomach as you hear his confession, making you groan.

Your breaths speed up as your climax increases, jaw falling open as you reply to him, "Did.. Did that on purpose, Joel.. Wanted you to look at me, to want me.. Didn't think it worked, fuck— touched myself all the time cus' of you.."

Your confession goes straight to Joel's cock, making him groan out at your dirty words, his fingers ingraining themselves into your ass as he moves your hips how he wants, wanting to push you to the edge already.

"Oh, it worked, honey.. Fuckin' gorgeous girl like you, what'd make y'think it didn't? I'd be a damn fool.." He grunts out, tone low right in your ear as you whimper, your clit growing incredibly sensitive as you grow even closer. "Y'gonna come for me, baby? Feel how fuckin' soaked you are f'me.. You're shaking.. Know y'can do it, come for me, sweet girl.. S'what you wanted this whole time, huh?" Joel encourages you, his hands moving from on top of your dress to underneath it, squeezing your bare ass with just your tiny panties barely covering yourself.

The direct contact of his rough hands on your flesh has you gasping out, the sudden coolness of your skin from his hot hands creating the perfect mix. You just nod your head eagerly as you stare into Joel's eyes, biting your bottom lip the more your aching cunt grinds on him. You stammer out, eyes hazy, "Mhm, f-fuck, Joel.. M'gonna come, p-please.."

Joel just smirks as he stares at your worn out face, nodding his head to encourage you. Sliding his hands down closer to your clothed pussy, his fingertips glide across your lips, your slick coating through your panties and onto his fingers. The feeling of it makes you hiss out as Joel whispers out to you, "Gonna give you what you need, baby.. C'mon now, let me see you.. Come for me now, be a good girl.."

Those words were the final push that you needed, making your cunt clench tightly around nothing, wishing that it was Joel's cock instead. You shut your eyes as you cry out, hands gripping onto Joel's body even tighter as he coos, whispering filthy, encouraging words into your ear while his hands help you chase your release. His hands on your ass begin to slow down, finally letting the weight of your hips rest on his thigh as your climax ends, the fast thumping in your chest slowing.

Breathing heavily, you let out small pants, chest rising up and down as you open your eyes to look at Joel. You give him a tired smile, giggling softly at the state you were in, and Joel grins back up at you, moving his hands up to hold onto your face. He presses a firm kiss on your lips, relishing the taste of you on his tongue. Breaking away from your lips, his thumbs caress your cheeks, looking into your eyes, "Did so good, honey.. Y'wanna return the favor? Prove to me that you deserve more?"

Your eyes widen at his words, nodding your head desperately as you lick your lips, hoping that he's implying what you thought he was. To be sure, you eagerly ask him, "O-Of course, Joel.. What d'you want me to do? Anything you want.."

Joel's lips curl up, grinning at the tone in your voice as he drags one of his hands down to yours to grab it. Guiding your hand, your palm reaches to his hard cock all pent up against his tight jeans, making you gasp out as a deep groan escapes his throat.

"Feel that, baby? Need your lips wrapped around me.. Y'gonna do that for me?" Joel mutters out to you, his gaze dark and set on you completely. Your breath hitches in your throat at his request, and the thought of the mere act makes your mouth water, making you nod your head quickly. "Yeah, fuck, I wanna do that for you.. Been wanting it for so long, Joel.." You admit to him, this time using your hand to squeeze his bulge, feeling how much he really needed you.

He lets out a faint moan, nodding his head back at you as he smirks at your hand squeezing him so good. He questions you, "Wanted what for so long, huh? Wanna hear it, honey."

Your cheeks grow flushed at his words, gulping slightly and hesitating to respond as you look away from him, which just makes him urge you on even more. "C'mon now, you already came all over my fuckin' thigh, I know y'not gettin' all shy on me now, sweetheart.." He teases you, chuckling as he presses his hand to your face, gently squeezing it, but you know his intentions are clear. He has so much power over you; more than you even thought.

His big hands grip onto your face, forcing you to turn to look at him. It's filthy, and you can't help but love it. He nods at you, a final push, and you finally stammer out at him, throat dry, "Wanted your.. cock, Joel.. W-Wanted to suck your cock for so long— fuck, please, Joel.."

He just lets out a faint laugh and nods his head, releasing your face from his hands and patting your cheek as if he was proud of you. "That's it, honey, wasn't so hard now, was it?" He teases you, licking his lips as his eyes flicker to your own, imagining them around him already. "Let's go to the back, baby.. S'gonna be more comfortable that way."

You nod at him as his strong hold is back on you, lifting your hips gently to guide you towards the back. Once the two of you are back there, Joel's legs are laid out on the entirety of the backseat, his back leaning against the door while you're set in between him; the perfect position and view for him to watch you put on a show.

Joel seems to be impatient waiting for you to make your move, as he cocks his head to the side and stares at you. He questions, "What y'waiting for, baby? You're a big girl, aren't you? Don't need me to tell you what to do now, do I?"

You lick your lips nervously as you stare at him, giving him a small, anxious smile. It's not because you've never sucked cock before, but this was Joel, and you wanted it to be good for him. More than you've ever been with anyone else before, and especially your 'boyfriend'.

"N-No, Joel, I got it.." You respond to him, leaning your body closer as your hands reach for the zipper of his jeans. Unbuttoning them, you pull them down a bit with the help of Joel's hips lifting, and your eyes immediately latch onto his huge cock, bulging against his boxers.

You sigh out as your hands glide from his large thighs to his underwear, reaching underneath the hem of the fabric to grasp onto his cock, pulling it out. The mere sight of it makes your jaw fall open slightly, gasping and mouth watering at how thick he was. Fuck, he's the biggest you've ever seen. It made you a bit nervous, but so fucking aroused, as you feel the slick growing between your folds because of it.

Your reaction makes Joel chuckle, leaning his head a bit forward to get a better look at the expression on your face. He lifts his hand to press his fingers against your cheek, holding onto your jaw and caressing your cheek with his thumb. It makes you look back up at him as he questions you, "Too big for you, honey? You ever even sucked cock before?"

You gulp as you purse your lips, nodding your head slightly, "I.. Yeah, I have, but fuck— never this big, Joel.." You respond to him truthfully, your stomach filling up with butterflies of a mixture of nerves and arousal.

He grins at you, laughing a bit cockily, "Don't worry, baby.. Gonna take me real good, right? Make me proud?" He challenges you, the fingers placed on your cheek now sliding down towards your lips, gently pressing the tips of them right at the entrance of your mouth. "Let's start off with these, huh? Wanna see if y'can take em' like you're gonna take me.."

You whimper at his words that hit you right to your core, making you clench around nothing. You couldn't wait for him to fuck you already. You just nod your head slowly, eyes never leaving his as you gently open your mouth for him. Joel takes this as an invitation to continue, slowly moving his index and middle fingers in your mouth.

"Suck on em', baby.. Lemme see what y'can do.." Joel tells you, his head lifting up a bit as his dark gaze looks down at your lips. You just obey him, closing your lips around his fat fingers as he inches them further and further in your mouth towards your throat. Your tongue falls flat underneath his fingers, sucking on them gently as you lift your hands to hold onto his wrist.

Joel starts to grin at you, humming out in satisfaction as he encourages you, "There we go, pretty fuckin' lips.. Show me how you'd suck my cock, c'mon now.."

You moan around his fingers, both of your hands gripping onto his wrist as you use it to pull them out of your mouth, guiding them back in deep as if they really were his cock. You shut your eyes at the feeling of it, reaching further down your throat as you moan again. The taste of him is intoxicating.

Your eyes open back up to stare at him intently, and Joel gives you a light smile, making you feel that sense of pride that you've always craved from him. "Good fuckin' girl.. Shit, lookin' so good like this, baby.." He mutters out lowly, a faint groan coming out.

Before you can continue, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, immediately making you feel empty. You whine out softly at your disappointment which makes him chuckle, reassuring you, "C'mon, honey— Think y'ready now. Make it good for me, yeah?"

You nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please him as much as you could. You lean a bit back, giving yourself a bit more room to get in the right position as your hands reach for his cock again. Wrapping a hand around him, you notice that he isn't even fully hard yet, and he's already so fucking big. It doesn't ease your nerves in the slightest, but the ache you feel for him in your cunt distracts you from it completely.

Lowering your head and body, your lips inch closer and closer to the fat head of his cock while your hand slowly strokes him up and down, trying to get him fully hard for your mouth to take him. You look up at him as your lips wrap around the tip of it, sucking onto it gently as you feel him finally harden in your mouth.

Your tongue does its work, circling around him and licking the tip of it while you suck, your eyes never leaving his as his own flicker all over your face; your eyes, your lips. Joel lets out a low groan, reaching over to your head to hold onto it to have some leverage to encourage you.

You slowly lower your head now, taking his cock deeper into your mouth as you moan around it, sending vibrations through Joel's entire body as he hisses at the feeling. "Fuck, that's it.. Deeper, baby, lemme see how much y'can take.." Joel's words fill your ears as you continue, your mouth barely able to take him all the way to the base.

His cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag at the sudden intrusion. Your eyes water as you blink, still staring back up at him to see that reaction on his face. You notice how it twists in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment, and you lift your head back up to gasp for air, immediately lowering your lips back onto him so you don't waste any second that passes.

The noises that Joel makes are filthy, filling your ears and making them burn as your mouth never falters, jaw stretched out as wide as possible for you to take all of him. Joel's grunts become louder, and you take that as sign that you're doing things right, which makes your body fill with pride.

Closing your eyes, you relish the feeling of his heavy cock on your tongue, the fat tip of it letting out small spurts of pre-cum down your throat. The taste of him only makes you push your head down even further, attempting to take him all the way to the base, but he hits the back of your throat, making you gag out at the unexpected impact.

Before you can lift your head up, Joel's grip on your head tightens as he holds you there, his throat letting out low pants as he stares right at your lips connecting to the base of his cock. Groaning out, he laughs faintly, saying, "Take it, honey, doin' so good for me, f-fuck.."

Barely processing it all, he uses his other hand to slap your face almost condescendingly, and it just makes you moan around him, your throat clenching and eyes opening up to look at him. You didn't even know you liked that, but Joel's power over you has you nearly seeing stars.

Joel lets out a chuckle, all mean and teasingly, "Fuck, yeah.. Dirty girl, you like that shit?" He asks you, and you moan around his cock again, nose breathing in heavily for air as your eyes droop down a bit, nearly high off the feeling of him using your throat. Laughing out, a smirk appears on his face as his hand's grip on you pulls you back up for a moment so you can breathe properly.

Without him even having to encourage you, your mouth is back on him once you catch your breath, desperate to please him and taste his cock again. It makes Joel grunt out, snickering out at you, "Fuck, you're worse than I thought, baby.. You act so innocent, but you're takin' cock like s'all you're meant for.."

You hum against him, eyes looking back up as you take him deeper with your tongue flattening underneath his shaft, and it drives Joel crazy. He just hisses out, hand on your head once again, "Shit.. I'm right, ain't I? Pretty throat’s been craving this, huh? Lil’ boyfriend couldn’t satisfy you.. Thas’ okay, m’ right here now, honey..”

His words send a throbbing pang to your cunt, growing wetter at the thought of him and knowing that he's satisfying your needs more than your boyfriend ever could. It makes you realize that Joel was right; that he was the real man that you needed.

Joel's hands start to guide your lips now, moving your head up and down on him as he watches his cock disappear back down your throat over and over again. Your jaw falls slack as you let him use you just how he wants, eyes watering with tears threatening to fall as his thick cock continues to stretch your lips and throat so good.

The look on your face is nearly pornographic, your lips shaped tightly right around the girth of his cock as if it was a hole meant for him to fuck. The sight of you makes Joel's cock twitch, moaning lowly as he pants out, “What would y’family think if they saw you like this, honey? Lookin’ like a fuckin’ whore with my cock down your throat, like the fuckin’ slut you are. That’s just what you are, right, baby? A lil’ whore for me, s’that it? Gonna let me keep you.. fuck you when I want? Know that’s what you want..”

You just nod your head eagerly at him, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sound of his nasty words, and it feels so fucked up knowing that it's turning you on so much. You've always imagined what it'd be like for Joel to just use you how he wants, imagining how it'd be like, and now it's finally happening.

Joel chuckles out at your response to him, and he grunts out as his climax builds up, unexpectedly pulling your mouth off of him as you gasp out for air. Your face looks confused and disheveled, but Joel assures you, "Don't wanna come just yet, baby, we got time for that later. Wanna be in you now."

Before you can respond to him, Joel leans in towards you, his hands reaching out for your body to move you how he wants. Grasping onto your sides, he lifts you slightly to turn you around, moving you to get on your knees to crawl and face away from him. Your body just follows his hands until he has you where he wants, getting onto your hands and knees, bent over for him to stare out the window.

Your breathing grows heavier, gulping softly as you turn your head to look back at him. Joel doesn't waste a second to immediately cherish the view in front of him, his hands now roaming from your calves right up to your thighs, savoring your skin on his fingertips that are now inching towards your aching core.

Your dress is the perfect length for him to see you completely; not too long and not too short, but it's too much coverage for Joel's liking anyways.

His hands move up towards your ass, instinctively pushing the fabric covering you up and over, resting it on your lower back so his view is right of your clothed cunt. Your wet slick has seeped through the light fabric, making Joel chuckle out as he stares right at it. His eyes make you blush, a bit of embarrassment filling your cheeks evidently as you look away from him for a moment.

He just glances up at you and grins, shaking his head at your reaction, "No need to get shy, baby.. S'hot, y'know that? Knowin' this pretty pussy's all soaked for me? Shit.." Joel lets out, laughing faintly as his stare returns back to your cunt, hands sliding back down to your ass. His thumb runs across your folds pressed so tightly together by your thighs, making you gasp and shiver out at the touch.

He moves his other hand now, index and middle finger sliding just beneath the side of your panties to get a good grip of it, pulling it to the side so he can see your throbbing hole and wet folds. It's a dirty scene right in front of him, but it has his cock twitching at the sight.

"Fuck, look at that.. Need me that bad, baby?" Joel whispers out to you, his eyes flickering up to your desperate face and back down. His stare and words make you whine out, your hole clenching around nothing as you swallow.

You do need him that bad, and you were getting impatient.

The action makes Joel sigh out, his thumb now sliding against your bare cunt and through your lips, gathering up how wet you were. His thumb now finds your entrance, pressing in just the tip of it as his eyes move back up to your face, eager to see your reaction.

You just moan out and clench around it desperately, eyes shutting for a moment as your heart races. "Fuck, Joel, just fuck me already, p-please.. Need it so bad.." You beg him, biting your bottom lip harshly as your wide eyes stare into his own.

He just licks his lips as he hears you, considering it for a moment. "Y'think you can take me like this, honey? Don't need me to do anything else? Might hurt.." He asks you, his concerns still evident despite the position you two were in.

You just nod your head at him quickly, whining out softly, "Yeah, fuck, I can take it, please— just need you, Joel.." Your chest rises as you breathe in heavily, wanting him to fuck you already.

Joel smirks at your pleads, the desperation getting the best of you, and it makes his cock even harder. He just nods up at you and removes his thumb from your cunt, shifting his knees and hips closer to your ass as he grips his cock with his hand.

He glides the tip of it up and down your folds, gathering the slick as much as he could. Pressing it against your entrance, he looks up at your face, his other hand gripping onto your hip as he slowly eases it into you. The stretch of him makes you hiss out, shutting your eyes at the intrusion and how big he is.

You stammer out, "F-Fuck, Joel.." as you pant softly, taking in deep breaths to let your walls relax and adjust to him as much as you could. He just grips onto your hip even tighter, giving you a sense of guidance and reassurance.

Joel's heart races at the feeling of your walls clench around him, feeling how tight you are. Grunting out, he pushes himself even deeper inside of you, still taking his time, "Good girl, baby.. Doin' so good, y'feel so good, shit.." He gasps out, his eyes now fixed onto the sight of his cock entering your stretched out cunt.

"Tight fuckin' pussy.. Haven't had one like this in so long, fuck.."

Your breaths speed up with each inch that fills you up, the girth of him creating a stinging ache between your thighs that were nearly trembling. The grasp your walls has on his cock makes it almost harder for him to move further, so he pauses— taking a second for you to adjust.

"You okay, honey? Doin' so good for me, such a sweet girl.." He murmurs out to you, almost panting out as he hisses out. His hands gently caress your lower back and ass, reassuring you as he bends over a bit to press small kisses on your skin. It makes you shiver, nodding your head in response to him, "M' okay, Joel.. Feels so good, p-please move.."

His heavy eyes look back up at you, acknowledging your request and smiling softly. It sends butterflies through your stomach at the thought of him caring so much about you, making sure that you were comfortable and enjoying yourself just as much as he was.

He presses one last kiss to your lower back, pressing his hands on it as he lifts himself back up. Gripping onto your hips, he nods at you and finally pushes himself all the way inside of your throbbing cunt, his hips now flushed against your own. The sudden movement makes you gasp out, your hands holding your body up attempting to squeeze onto the fabric of the seat.

"J-Joel!" You moan his name, eyes closing harshly at the feeling of the fat tip of his cock pressing so deep inside of you, making your involuntary walls constrict around him. It creates a burn in your lower stomach, your body growing hot at the feeling. It makes Joel grunt out, his neck lifting up for a moment to take a breath as he looks back down at your hips connected to his, hands caressing your skin.

He rocks his hips against yours, moving just slightly to get some friction as he allows you to adjust, groaning, "That's it, there y'go.. Knew you could take it, baby, fuck— Feelin' so good wrapped around me, s'it what you wanted?" He asks you, eyes flickering up at your face. Biting your lip, you nod, stammering out, "Mmphf— Y-You're.. so deep, shit, feels so good.."

He chuckles out, stare fixed on your worn out face as he pulls his hips back a bit, taking his time to thrust back into you as deep as he could. He wanted to prove to himself that what you were saying was true.

"S'that right, sweetheart? So deep? Y'feel me right here?" He asks, moving one of his hands just beneath your body and sliding it to your lower stomach, pressing harshly against it. It makes you gasp, feeling the bulge of his cock imprinting itself. You whine, breathing out, "O-Oh, fuck, Joel.. Yeah, feel you right there.."

He just grins at your response, muttering out, "That's fuckin' right, honey.. n' I'm the only one who's ever been this deep, huh?" He urges you on, head leaning a bit closer to you as his hips press tightly against your pussy.

You cry out, shutting your eyes for a moment as you nod, unable to fully form a coherent sentence for him. He just tuts his tongue, head shaking disapprovingly as he pulls his hips back all of the way, not taking a second to wait to slam himself back into you.

It makes you grunt, eyes shooting open as his words fill your ears, the slight mean tone in his voice making your face burn, "Asked you a question, baby.. So you tell me, your lil' boyfriend ever fuck you this good, honey? Fill this pretty pussy this deep?"

Your mind grows hazy, cheeks flushed as you attempt to spit out what he wants to hear, "N-No, Joel.. I, I-"

"No? No? C'mon, haven't even really fucked you yet n' you're already actin' so dumb.. S'that it, cock just make you all stupid for me?"

Tears fill your eyes as his hips pull and push right back into you again, giving you another thrust of his thick cock as you sob out, "J-Joel, shit, no, it jus'.. feels too good, p-please.." You moan, feeling the tight grip his fingers have on your ass nearly imprinting themselves into your skin.

"C'mon now.. Louder, baby, lemme hear it.. Tell me, wanna hear it loud n' clear.. Answer my question.." He pushes you, tone growing louder and strict. His thrusts begin to create an increasing rhythm that makes your jaw drop open at the feeling, his cock stretching your tight walls out with each push of his hips.

"No, Joel! N-Never.. never fucked me this good, oh fuck, never.. this d-deep.. shit!" You blurt out, mind barely thinking as you spit the words out. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your brain and body goes numb, shuttering at the feeling of his unrelenting movements as your head hangs low, staring at your hands gripping the seat.

Joel's grunts and moans surround you completely as your ears begin to ring, his faint laugh and sudden smack of his hand on your ass snapping you out of it at the sting, "That's right.. pretty girl knows her place, fuck," He rushes out, suddenly grasping onto your hair to pull your head back, making you cry out, "Knew you'd be so good for me, honey.. Actin' like a fuckin' slut, takin' my cock this good.."

You breath out heavily, panting out as he holds back your head by his rough grip on your hair, pulling you back a bit to turn your head to try and get a look at him. His words make your pussy clench around him even tighter, turned on at his degradation.

You hum softly, whining as you nod your head gently, tears filling your eyes and threatening to fall as his pace grows even faster, now slamming into your cunt over and over again. He chuckles and grins at the slight sight of your eyes filling up, making him pout condescendingly at you.

"What? M' I wrong, honey? Y'gonna tell me you haven't been practically begging me to fuck you all these years? To treat you like this; like the slut you are, huh?" He taunts you, pulling his cock out all the way to rest against your entrance, and slamming it back in as deep as he could, "Know it's all you've wanted.. all you've ever fantasized about.. Y'don't gotta do that anymore, baby.. cus' I'm right here. Gonna treat you like the fuckin' whore you are.. That's what you are to me.. My fuckin' slut."

A tear finally falls down your cheek, making your lungs fill with air as you pant, mouth falling open and cunt convulsing around him. The tip of his cock keeps hitting the deepest spot inside of you, nearly making you blank out as his words make your cheeks flush. "J-Joel, I—"

Before you can stammer anything else out, Joel's grip on your hair now pulls your body up completely, making your back hit his strong chest, despite it being covered by his tight shirt. Your breath hitches in your throat, barely able to think as his sudden hand lets go of your hair and wraps it around your neck, holding your body right against him.

Keeping you still with the control he has, you moan out and flutter your eyes shut, body shaking and tightening up at him choking you. The back of your head lays on his shoulder, resting it there as he leans in close to your ear, whispering out, "Gonna ruin you for everyone else, baby.. Every time anybody else fucks you, you're gonna think of me; me and my fuckin' cock making you fall apart.. Y'gonna come runnin' back to me.. every fuckin' time— M' gonna make sure of it."

Your eyes open hazily, widening at his words as the grip he has on your throat suddenly pushes you away, making your chest and upper body fall down against the seat, arms not even having any power to hold yourself up. His hands and fingertips sink back into your lower back, now pressing your stomach flush against the seat as it creates an angle that makes you feel him deeper than you've ever felt before.

You can barely process it now, your mouth spewing incoherent noises and words as he holds you down, practically using you just how he pleases. Your hips pushed against the seat are constantly being driven by his thrusts, your pubic bone and sensitive clit being stimulated with each shove.

It makes your eyes shut tightly, unable to control yourself as you pant and moan out for him repeatedly, your hands shaking as you can barely get yourself to hold onto something. His cock buries itself inside of your throbbing cunt over and over again, Joel laughing at the squelching noises that your pussy was letting out.

Before he can say anything, a ring fills his ears that suddenly grab his attention, making his head turn as his movements slow just enough to grasp your attention to make you turn your head and look at the source too.

Your phone, laying on the middle compartment right next to Joel; he reaches for it and sees who's calling, making him grin and chuckle out.

Your boyfriend.

"Well, would y'look at this, honey? Talkin' about runnin' back.." Joel mutters out, turning the phone towards your direction for you to see it too. It just makes your eyes widen, cunt clenching as Joel tests you, "Why don't we let em' hear what you're up to, baby? See how much he's missin' out, huh?"

You know it's so fucking wrong; yet, so fucking right.

Joel doesn't even wait for your response, and just licks his lips and presses answer, putting it on speaker as he lays the phone flat against your back, lifting one of his hands on your hips to smack your ass. The force creates a loud spank, filling the phone's speakers as Joel's hips begin to move at a faster pace again.

It makes you mewl out, tears falling down your face again as your hands try to grip on the seat you were laying on. His grunts are loud and lewd, the snap of his hips smacking against your ass and thighs as he makes you take his cock repeatedly, "There y'go, just like that.." He mumbles out.

Your boyfriend's voice fills your ears now, confusion and the evident drunken tone making you roll your eyes, "The fuck? What was that, baby?"

Before you can even respond, Joel cuts you off, doing the job right for you.

"Y'don't gotta worry about her anymore.. M' takin' real good care of her now.. Ain't that right, baby?" Joel groans out, smacking your ass again as he leans in closer towards your back, nearly laying his chest against you. You just whine out in response, nodding your head quickly as Joel urges you further, tutting his tongue, "No, no, lemme hear it, honey.. Why don't y'tell him yourself? Let him know how good you're takin' my cock.."

Your body and face grows hot, licking your dry lips as you stutter, "F-Feels so g-good, Joel.. You're takin' such good care of me now, I—"

"What the fuck, babe? No, no, this can't be fucking happening."

Joel laughs loudly at your boyfriend's words, leaning his head closer to speak right into your phone, "Oh, but it is, boy. Not m'fault you couldn't fuck your girl this good. But, wait.. she isn't 'your girl' anymore now, is she?" He asks him, the arrogant tone spewing out as his voice lowers.

He reaches his hand over to your neck again, wrapping it around and squeezing it tightly as he ruts himself in you fast and hard, the pace and the hold of his fingers making you scream out his name.

"You fucking asshole, I'll fucking—"

Joel just cuts him off, sighing out annoyingly as he shakes his head, "Shut the fuck up. Don't you fuckin' call her again, much less lay a hand on her. You do that n' I find out?— I will find you. N' I'll make sure to break every bone in your fuckin' body, boy."

As your boyfriend gasps at his words, he begins to stutter some pathetic shit that Joel doesn't wanna bother hearing anymore; so he ends the call, tossing your phone to the side to focus back on you completely.

Shutting his eyes, Joel sighs out as he presses firm, yet gentle kisses to your back, his hips now going a bit slower, but deliberately harder so you can feel every inch of him, cherishing your tight cunt with each second that passes.

"There we go, honey.. Took care of that for you, y'don't gotta worry about him now, fuck— M' gonna make you feel so good.. y'won't need anyone else.." Joel whispers in your ear, laying his chest and body completely over your back as his entire being consumes you, his cock filling you to the brim with each push and pull.

His chin rests just below your shoulder now, grunting into your ear as he mutters filthy words into it, "That right, baby? M' I the only one you need? Gonna let me be the only one who can fuck this pretty little pussy? F-Fuck, please.. lemme hear it, shit— need to hear you say it.."

The pace of his movements start to speed up again as you stammer out, "Y-Yeah, Joel, you're the only one I need, fuck!" his cock twitching at your confession as you continue, "Only need you, only want your cock in me, please— need you to fill me up, make me yours, Joel.."

He moans at your words, panting out as he feels himself growing closer at your pleads, and you're right with him too. His cock hits that spot in your core over and over again, making you wail and sob out at the feeling of your stomach tightening and coiling, biting your lower lip harder to try and stop you from blabbering out.

"Don't do that, baby, no, wanna hear you— please, make those pretty lil' noises for me, honey, y'sound so pretty like this," Joel blurts out, unable to even think as he slams his hips against your ass, creating a sting that makes you lightheaded with your climax growing furiously, "Gonna make me come so deep inside you, baby, jus' like you want.."

His words hit something inside you, making you suddenly see stars as your pussy convulses around his cock, clenching and grasping onto him tightly as you come, your slick coating your thighs and his cock completely. Your body shakes and trembles as he fucks you through it, laughing faintly at your sudden orgasm. "Oh, fuck— there y'go baby, pretty fuckin' girl, take it.." Joel moans out, panting even louder and faster as he chases his own release.

You cry out, your cunt being overstimulated by his unrelenting thrusts as he buries himself even harder and deeper into you, making you spew out, "Shit, Joel! C-Come inside me, fill me up, please, please, need it so—"

Joel's loud grunts cut you off, feeling the sudden warmth of his come spill inside of you completely as he slams his cock in as deep as he can, making sure you feel every inch of him and his come. His hips rock into you, grinding his pelvis harshly to try and get even a fraction of him deeper inside of you. It makes you wince out, your sore cunt oversensitive at the feeling.

His body completely gives out on top of yours, his breaths filling your ears as you both take each other in, falling from your highs and trying your best to relax. You laugh softly as you process everything that's just happened, and Joel does the same, pressing small kisses to the back of your neck as his hand lets it go.

"Shit, honey— so fuckin' good.. You alright?" He mutters out, chuckling as you turn your head slightly to look at him, taking in your worn and fucked out face. You just nod your head at him, feeling a bit hazy as you smile, laughing out, "Yeah.. Never better."

Joel's eyes glimmer as he swallows, pushing aside the hair that was covering your face as he admires you, grinning softly at you, "Should've done this years ago.. Y'been holdin' back on me, baby." He murmurs out, his smile widening.

You press a small kiss to his lips, licking your own as you correct him, "Been trying to get you to for years, Joel.. not my fault it took this long." He just shakes his head amusingly, pursing his lips.

"Well.. Y'wanna stay with me for the night? Maybe I can teach y'another lesson on how a.. 'real man' should treat ya?" He proposes to you, laughing at his reference of what he said to you earlier and what started this in the first place.

You just smile at him and nod your head eagerly:

"Wouldn't want anything more."

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a/n: kinda wanted to make joel threaten/hit reader's bf, but i figured joel's idea of revenge was so much sweeter <3

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[sweetiebarnes]

Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The first time Bucky met you, he knew he needed to stay far away from you. But then your dad invited him to your family's beach house. The two of you under the same roof? What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 900+

Warnings: degradation, DBF!Bucky (he's a warning), mutual pining, fingering, praise kink, promise of p in v, female orgasm, pet names (sugar and doll)

A/N: This was not proof read or beta read. Basically this all just randomly came to me. So, if it's not good. I apologize. Please do not report my work. Just pay attention to the warnings I give.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. No, Bucky had a plan. He just needed to stay far away from you, and everything would be okay. 

Bucky knew this was wrong. Well, at least he knew your dad would think it was. He first met your dad through Sam. Both of them worked at the VA hospital, and Sam insisted that he needed to meet him. Of course, the two of them hit it off. Bucky felt thrilled he finally had another friend. But then you came along. 

It was at your dad’s birthday party when Bucky first met you. The sound of your laugh broke him from the conversation he was having. He swore at that moment he’d never heard a more beautiful sound. You were in your late twenties, it didn’t even occur to him that you could possibly be his newfound best friend’s daughter. But as luck would have it, you were. 

That night he swore to himself that he’d stay away from you. He would do the right thing and not think about you. But it felt like your laugh continued to play over and over in his mind. The way your eyes lit up when he’d make a joke. The scent of your floral perfume. Everything about you seemed to drive him crazy. 

When your dad asked Bucky to tag along with him to your family’s beach house, he didn’t think of the possibility you would be there. But as the two of them pulled up to the house there you were. Bucky’s eyes were immediately drawn to you. There you laid in your bathing suit, the thin material leaving no room for imagination. It took everything in him not to let out a groan. 

It wasn’t until his car door shut that you looked up at the two of them. He watches as your face lights up and you wave to your dad. 

God, does she always look this beautiful? 

Bucky shook his head, trying his best to get those thoughts out of his mind. He could do this. Leaving now would only cause your dad to become suspicious, and that was the last thing Bucky wanted or needed.

Get it together, Barnes. You can do this. 

It had only been one day, and he was losing his mind. It felt like you were constantly trying to get his attention and tease him. First, it was you walking out of the bathroom in just your towel. “Oops, sorry, I forgot my change of clothes in my room.” Your voice sounded innocent, but the look in your eyes told a different story. 

Now, here you were sitting across from him at the dining room table. There was no way in hell you were being innocent with the way you were eating your popsicle. No, Bucky could see the way you kept your eyes locked on him as you swirled your tongue around the icy tip. His cock stirred in his pants, and he was suddenly grateful for the fact that your dad was taking a nap. 

Clearing his throat, Bucky attempts to look away. He needed to focus on something else, anything else. But then he felt your foot slowly slide up his leg. His eyes widen… Looking over at you to see if this was actually happening. 

“Are you going to make me beg, James?” Your voice sounded like honey, the way your words effortlessly turned him into a puddle. “I see the way you look at me.” 

No, this had to be a dream. That would be the only explanation for what was happening before him. Bucky shifts a little in his seat, his eyes now boring into yours. “Doll, this is a dangerous game you’re trying to play. Didn’t your dad ever teach you not to play with fire?” 

A small smirk appears on your face, and Bucky’s eyes can’t help but dart down to your lips. “He did, but that’s the thing… I love the risk of it all. Even if it means I might get burned.” 

Bucky’s hand clamped over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. “Easy there, sugar. You don’t want your dear dad to find out how big of a slut you are for his best friend’s cock, do you?” He taunts as his metal thumb rubs a figure eight against your clit. 

Once you made yourself clear, Bucky couldn’t resist you any longer. It was as if something inside of him snapped. He knew you needed this just as badly as he did. It had been over 70 years since he had felt this much arousal, this much need. He knew you were going to be his favorite pastime, his favorite dirty little secret. 

He looks down at you with a devious smirk, he loved seeing you fall apart like this, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. The look on your face was so blissed out. “Come on, give me one more. One more and then I’ll fuck you until you forget your name.” 

You’d awoken something inside of him. He needed you and clearly needed him. Slowly, he removed his hand. Immediately, you bit down on your lip, trying your best to stifle the sound that was threatening to spill out. “Please,” you whimper out. Not knowing what it was you were begging for. Your second orgasm hits you with full force, Bucky’s fingers continuing their brutal assault as he works you through it. 

“Good girl, now it’s time to give you what you truly want.” 

[galaxysupreme17]

Sick Day Comforts

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

Y/n lay in bed, her head pounding and nose stuffed up, wishing she could just fast-forward to when this cold was over. Everything ached, and the tissues on her nightstand were quickly piling up into a small mountain.

"Mija, how are you feeling?" Rio's gentle voice came from the doorway. Y/n turned her head slightly to see her standing there with a vial in hand, her wand tucked into her pocket.

"Like I've been hit by a truck," Y/n croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rio walked over and perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes full of concern. "I thought this might help." She held up the glowing vial, a faint golden shimmer inside swirling lazily.

Y/n eyed it warily. "What is it?"

"Just a little spell to clear up your congestion," Rio replied with a reassuring smile. "Trust me, it'll work."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "You said that last time, and my hair turned purple for three days."

"That was one time!" Rio protested though she laughed softly at the memory. "This one's different. It's just a sip."

With a sigh, Y/n accepted the vial and took a small sip. The warmth spread through her chest, and for a moment, she thought it might actually work.

Then her nose twitched.

Her eyes widened. "Oh no-"

She sneezed, and a burst of golden light shot out, scattering the tissues all over the room. A few even floated up and stuck to the ceiling.

"Oops," Rio said sheepishly, quickly waving her wand to dissipate the lingering magic.

Y/n groaned, sinking back into her pillows. "Mom..."

Before Rio could respond, Agatha appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming soup. "Still trying the magical remedies, I see?" she teased, setting the tray down with a raised eyebrow.

Rio crossed her arms, giving her wife a playful glare. "I'm just trying to help."

Agatha smiled and turned her attention to Y/n. "And I brought something a little more traditional. Chicken soup-no spells attached."

Y/n sat up a little, and the warmth of the soup was already making her feel slightly better. "Thanks," she mumbled, reaching for the spoon.

Rio got up to give Agatha some space but couldn't resist a parting shot. "Well, while you handle the soup, I'll go grab some extra blankets. Without magic."

Agatha chuckled, taking a seat beside Y/n as Rio left the room. "She means well, you know."

Y/n nodded, sipping the soup. "I know."

Agatha picked up a brush from the nightstand and began gently running it through Y/n's hair. The familiar, soothing motion instantly relaxed her, melting away the tension in her shoulders.

"You know," Agatha began, a teasing glint in her eye, "this reminds me of when you were nine and got the flu right before the school talent show."

Y/n groaned, already knowing where this was going. "Please don't..."

"Oh, I'm telling it," Agatha said with a grin. "You were determined to perform, even though you were running a fever and could barely stand up. You insisted on doing your magic act, and Rio convinced the principal to let you perform on video instead."

Y/n covered her face with her hands, laughing softly. "That was so embarrassing."

Agatha smiled, brushing Y/n's hair with care. "You were adorable, though. Halfway through your act, you sneezed, and the rabbit you were supposed to pull out of the hat ended up hopping across the stage."

"I forgot my wand movements," Y/n mumbled through her fingers. "The rabbit got away."

"You got a standing ovation anyway," Agatha reminded her, a hint of pride in her voice. "Even sick, you were a star."

Y/n couldn't help but smile. "I was a mess."

Agatha chuckled. "You still are, but we wouldn't have it any other way."

Just then, Rio returned with an armful of blankets, carefully tucking them around Y/n. "There we go," she said, smoothing out the edges. "Nice and cozy."

Y/n wiggled deeper into the warmth, feeling a little better, even if her body still ached. "Thanks, Mom," she murmured, her voice thick with affection.

Rio leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Anytime, mija."

Agatha put the brush down and glanced at the window, where the afternoon light was starting to dim. "You know, I think we could all use a little break from the day. How about we move to the big bed and watch a movie?"

Y/n perked up at the suggestion. "Can we watch The Princess Diaries?"

Rio laughed softly. "Of course, that's your go-to."

"Classic comfort movie," Y/n said with a small smile. "It always makes me feel better."

Agatha and Rio helped Y/n to her feet, wrapping her up in the extra blankets like a cocoon. Together, they made their way to the master bedroom, where Agatha had already set up an array of pillows and blankets, creating a soft, cozy nest.

Y/n climbed into the middle, snuggling between her two moms, who settled on either side of her. Agatha waved her hand, and the TV flickered to life, the familiar opening scenes of The Princess Diaries playing across the screen.

Y/n leaned her head against Rio's shoulder, feeling the warmth of her mother's arm wrap around her. On the other side, Agatha gently stroked her hair, her touch as soothing as ever.

As the movie played on, Y/n found herself drifting in and out of sleep, the comfort of her moms and the cozy atmosphere lulling her into a sense of peace. She might be sick, but at that moment, with Agatha brushing her hair and Rio holding her close, she felt incredibly lucky.

"I really am the luckiest," Y/n mumbled sleepily.

Agatha leaned down, kissing her daughter's forehead. "We're the lucky ones."

Rio smiled, pulling the blankets up tighter around Y/n. "Love you, Mija."

Y/n's eyelids fluttered shut as she sank deeper into the warmth, a soft smile on her lips. "Love you too..."

And with that, she drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the love and care of her two moms.

[a-novel-idealist]

So, it seems the first chapter of this really didn't hit the mark. Although, I only have like, 3 followers, so that could be it.

Anyway, here's the second chapter. Nathan is confronted by Sophie about his encounter with Kyle at the Stables. Fun...

Sophie had her lips pursed around one of the four straws poking out of her drink. It was a bloody Mason jar.

Nathan took a guess that it was supposed to be pink, or maybe even blue, but with all the swirling brought on by Sophie's constant stirring, it had turned to a rather off putting shade of brown.

“So. What actually happened in the bathroom back at The Stables? You DO realise nobody was fooled by Kyle's ridiculous remark earlier, right?.” Sophie interrogated Nathan between sips.

They were currently sat knee to knee in a booth in the “VIP” section inside one of Edinburgh's more upscale nightclubs.

Sophie had decided that everyone absolutely needed to go dancing. Immediately. Fortunately, most of the group took that as an excuse to settle up and head home. Unfortunately, Nathan's new job was the reason everyone had decided to go out, so he was in it for the long haul whether he liked it or not.

Nathan knew the club would be closed in a month and replaced by yet another, just as this one had replaced the previous club, so he never bothered to remember their names. He did his best to make the most of it, but the loud monotonous music; which was definitely not something you'd find on any of his Spotify playlists; combined with the flashing UV lighting had given Nathan a throbbing headache. The last thing he needed right now was conversation, especially if he had to try and come up with even more lies about the bathroom.

He groaned inwardly before turning his head to address Sophie. The first thing he noticed as he looked at her was that her white tank top was completely transparent under the UV lights and he could see not one, but two of Sophie's nipples. Thankfully she was wearing a black knee length skirt.

“What do YOU think happened in the bathroom back there, Soph?” Nathan leaned in as he asked her.

“Well, I dunno. I mean, maybe he kissed you? Grabbed your ass a little? A little hand job action at the very least?” Sophie batted her eyelids at this suggestion. She squinted her eyes and made very childish kissing sounds at Nathan, while using her free hand to make an obscene gesture.

“Not that it's any of your business, but we did get quite close to each other. I won't go into details, but there was a fair amount of touching and grinding and….other stuff.” Nathan felt his dick twitch a little as he thought back on that very brief encounter with a man who had no business being exactly what Nathan never knew he wanted.

“What the fuck is other stuff?” She shot back at him. “Did you at least touch his dick?”

Nathan couldn't help but smile at that. He wanted to leave this as vague as possible in the hopes that whoever she told about this would be even more confused than she was.

“Not directly, but maybe I felt something long and hard against my ass for a minute or two.”

The blood that was previously building up pressure behind Nathan's eyes had very quickly found a new home as his thoughts drifted back to the feeling of Kyle's massive cock making fast friends with his bubble butt. In hindsight, he probably should have dropped to his knees and at the very least got his hands around Kyle's cock before they decided to play it safe and get out of there.

He was pulled out of his fantasy by the gentle stroking of somebody's fingers along the length of his hard cock. Sophie's fingers?

“What the fuck, Soph? You're not into men, remember?” Nathan snapped at her as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and lifted her hand onto the table.

“Oops. I forgot.” She winked at him. “Also, how the fuck did Jen ever fit THAT in her ass?” He noticed her thighs rubbing together at this point. Did that serioisly turn her on?

Jen, just by the way, is Nathan's most recent ex friend with benefits. Jen also just so happens to be trans. Jen also just so happened to hook up with Sophie the night Nathan had ended things with her. It was complicated. No, it was fucked up.

Thinking back on it, Nathan realised that it was very perceivable that he was at the very least bisexual.

“Jen has some integrity and common decency, unlike someone else I know.” Nathan pointed a finger at Sophie as he said this, making sure she knew she was someone else I know in this story.

“Ha ha. I'm just a lottle drunk right now. Also, alcohol makes me bi, big boy. Sue me. While we're on the topic of massive cocks though, isn't that Kyle over there by the bar?” She pointed past Nathan's head, almost taking out his right eye before taking another ridiculously long sip of her vomit cocktail.

Nathan whipped his head around and saw that Kyle had indeed appeared seemingly out of nowhere. 'Great', he thought to himself, 'I just gave myself whiplash.' His dick throbbed again. This was getting ridiculous now.

“I'm going to get another beer. Want a Sewer Special refill while I'm there?” He offered to Sophie, glancing at her nearly empty Mason jar.

“I'll meet you there. Need to pee.” With that, they both stood up and headed in different directions.

Nathan made a beeline for the bar. The mood in the club suddenly shifted.

How drunk am I?

The music slowed to a half step electronic beat, accompanied by a wobble sub bass reminiscent of the John Wick soundtrack. Nathan could feel the sexual energy reverberating off the glistening, sweaty bodies surrounding him. Their motions captured in grotesque poses in one second long pulses of UV light amidst the utter darkness between them.

Nathan never made it to the bar. He felt multiple sets of hands grabbing and pulling him into the crowd. Fingers, tongues, asses and groins making contact with every inch of his body. Stubble against his left cheek. It stuck out from all the other attention he was getting.

“I'm so glad we bumped into each other again.” Kyle's mouth pressed to Nathan's ear. Cringe. Like he couldn't have thought of something more intelligent to say after ditching him earlier?

Nathan turned his head and opened his mouth to tell Kyle off, but he wasn't able to get the words out before he felt lips on his own. Not only was Kyle kissing him, he had dropped his right hand onto Nathan's left ass cheek and had his left rubbing down over his chest and abdomen. There's only one place it can end up if their earlier encounter was anything to go by.

He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed Kyle's left hand, stopping it just as his fingers crossed under the hem of his trousers. “Buy me a drink first, at least” He pressed his lips right against Kyle's ear to make sure he heard him. Huge fingers squeezed his tight little ass cheek, the fingertips of Kyle's right hand pressed into his crack, one dangerously close to his tight, virginal asshole.

Kyle's grin widened as he felt the throb of Nathan's cock against his thigh. “If one drink is all it takes…” Kyle's voice trailed off as he leaned in and grazed his teeth along Nathan's earlobe before gripping his hand and pulling him towards the bar.

It became very clear that they would be waiting a while to be served at the bar due to the three body deep wall topped by credit cards and cash between sweaty, sticky fingers.

“Wanna actually get outta here? For real this time?” Kyle motioned towards the exit.

“I can't leave Sophie” Nathan replied, turning around to scan the crowd in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Sophie's head. “Nevermind, I think she'll be OK.”

Jen had arrived at some point during Nathan's adventure to the bar and Sophie was currently bent over at the waist, twerking against Jen’s crotch. The slender fingers of Jen's right hand splayed over Sophie's back, and a handful of her tit in her left hand.

“Let's go somewhere quieter” Nathan shouted to Kyle and started heading to leave. Kyle caught up with him just as Nathan got the door open.

“Yours or mine?” He asked Nathan just as their feet hit the dilmly lit cobbled street in the alley behind the 24 hour ASDA.

That's it. Chapter 2. Hope you enjoyed it.

[ga-yuu]

~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 21~

Before reading this story I suggest you read Kurama and Ibuki's past. Also I’m sorry for not putting any screenshots of the chapter, I accidently deleted it.

Chapter 20

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After bathing, we returned to the temple in the mountains and started preparing for bed. Kurama: "Sleep well tonight. We have to leave early, tomorrow." Yoshino: ".....Mm." (It's just the two of us in the same room....now, I'm starting to get nervous....) I started blushing as I recall our time at the lake. I lay down in the corner of the room and used my haori to cover up. Yoshino: "Doesn't Kurama ever sleep?" Kurama: "You know, right? Demons don't need sleep, unlike humans." Yoshino: "I see...." Kurama: "Why are you making that face?" (Ah......) Suddenly Kurama came to my side and kneeled down to turn my face towards him. Kurama: "Is that an invitation to sleep together? Or...is it a plea to make love to you." As soon as I heard those words, my heart started beating fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. What if, it is.....(+4/+4) 2. I don't care.... 3. Not at all... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yoshino: "......What if, it is?" I was so excited that I almost forgot how to breathe and pretended to be calm... Kurama: "Then, I'll fill your head and body with more pleasure than you can possibly imagine." Yoshino: "You know what, forget it." Kurama: "Then what do you want? What are you thinking?" Kurama's fingers caress my cheek in a compassionate manner. (You're not teasing me, right.....?) The touch of his palm that has the power to kill me in an instant was terribly gentle. That's why my heart is beating faster and faster because I can't get rid of it. Yoshino: "I was just feeling anxious." Kurama: "Anxious of what?" Yoshino: "It's just....Kurama will be awake while I'm sleeping, right? So I was anxious about embarrassing myself in front of you when I'm asleep. Like, what if I sleep talk or snore loudly...?" Kurama: ".........." Yoshino: "Oh, you're probably thinking, 'What a load of rubbish,' aren't you?" A hint of dismay flashed across Kurama's face. Kurama: "Ohh, I see you've learned to read my thoughts." (I was right....) Yoshino: "Of course, I know that Kurama isn't interested in seeing me asleep....But even so, it's embarrassing to know that you were watching me sleep." Kurama: "Stupid woman." Yoshino: "Stupid...?" I lightly looked at Kurama. Kurama: "Why do you think I'd be more interested if you went to the trouble of saying so?" (Ehh...) Yoshino: "No no way." Kurama: "Don't worry. I'll tell you tomorrow if you were drooling or not." Yoshino: "Hey!!!" (Wow!!) He gently pushed me down to the bed when I tried getting up. Then, his big hand covered my eyes. Kurama: "Sleep now." Kurama's deep voice was gentle in the darkness created. Kurama: "What I see of you now will never swoon me. I've seen you scared, in tears and.....also you're sultry face when I play with you." (...What are you...) The embarrassment never went away, but the mystery was compelling. Yoshino: "Indeed, I have always been my true self to Kurama." Kurama: "You're the only woman I've ever known who could be so brazen in front of me."

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Kurama: "You're the only woman I've ever known who could be so brazen in front of me." Yoshino: "Hehe...really? But..." (I feel like I can express my feelings more honestly now that I can't see Kurama's face.) Yoshino: "I just couldn't complete with Kurama, who was so much stronger and different than me. First I didn't want to be killed, then I wanted to be recognized.....and finally, I wanted to be equal." Kurama: "-----I see." Yoshino: "Mm....." I felt Kurama's other hand gently stroking my hair. (It feels good. I wish you would do it all the time.) I know that my wish wouldn't come true. We sharpen our awareness of the feeling that we may never be given again. Kurama: "-----Yoshino." Whether in a dream or not, I heard Kurama's voice calling my name. That was the last thing I remembered that night. When Kurama sees Yoshino starting to breathe slowly, he stops stroking her hair. Kurama: ".....Yoshino? You're already asleep." Her face was more innocent than usual. Kurama was sitting in crossed leg position, leaned forward, and looked at her with an insatiable gaze. Kurama: "What I see of you now will never swoon me" is what I said....why did I lie?" The smile on her face when she looks at something trivial, the peaceful look on her face when she sleeps. Those moments always touched Kurama's heart and will probably never go away. Kurama: "What is this...feeling?" (It's called love, dumbass!) Kurama put his hand to his chest in the darkness and raised an eyebrow.... ..................... ------Next day, early morning. Yoshino: "We're going to join up with the Rebel reinforcements, aren't we?" Kurama: "Yes." I was walking along with Kurama into the mountains. Kurama: "In half a day or so the reinforcements will arrive on the battlefield, and we'll make our way to a point where we can join them. It's a circuitous route, but it's easier to deceive the enemy if you go through the mountains. If we should meet any assassins, I will destroy them myself. If the Rebels and the Shogunate are to assemble, the Imperial Court will have gathered a number of pawns to oppose them." (There's no one more reliable than you to have on my side. But....) Kurama: "What? If you have something to say, say it." Yoshino: "Of course, I agree with the plan, but I thought it was a surprising decision for Kurama." (From what I've seen so far, Kurama could fly through the air and join up with the reinforcements at once and....) (He also said, he is going to find the enemy and beat them up...) I didn't have to explain myself to everyone, that I understood what he's trying to say. Then Kurama opens his mouth annoyingly. Kurama: "In the shadows of the marauders of the court are at least Yasuchika and Ibuki."

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Kurama: "In the shadows of the marauders of the court are at least Yasuchika and Ibuki. We don't know what they're up to, but it's easier to fight after making sure your safe." (You mean you've changed your normal ways because of me....?) Kurama, who is not stained by anyone else, is working for me. I didn't even know whether to be happy or horrified, so I just kept quiet. Kurama: "Wait!" (Hm?) Suddenly his hand blocks my way and my body stops. The air around Kurama was tense at once. Kurama: "Come on out----Ibuki!" Yoshino: "!!" In an instant, a blade of wind blows and cuts through the depths of the grove. Ibuki: ".....My my, that was scary. I could have died, you know." (Shuten Doji, Ibuki!) Ibuki walks towards us with a relaxed expression on his face, and despite his words, he is unharmed. Kurama: "How did you find out where we were?" Ibuki: "I was having a hard time because I lost the traces of your magic. I had no choice but to cry and beg Yasuchika to help me. He used some kind of astrology or something and here I am." (Yasuchika-san can do that too....? That guy is unbelievable.) Kurama: "Do you really think I'll believe that?" Ibuki: "You're right. You're the third person who I can't trick. But more importantly, what's your deal with her?" (Me....?) I squeezed my fingertips together and stared back into Ibuki's amused eyes. Kurama: "I don't have any business with her." Ibuki: "Really?" Ibuki raised one hand in the air as if it were an extension of small talk between friends. Ibuki: "Then, you won't mind if I take her, right?" Kurama: "----!! Come here." (This is!?) Something like a thunderbolt is running around Ibuki. The next moment----- Yoshino: "Kyaa!!" The roar was deafening and the light dazzled me with its intensity. At the same time, my body is already flying in the air, held by Kurama. Kurama: "Hold on tight." Yoshino: "Yes." I looked back and saw that the ground where we had been standing was scorched by the bolt of lightning. (This is Ibuki's power!?) Ibuki: "Oops, I missed." Once again, a bolt of lightning shot through the air, which Kurama avoided with me in his arms. We tried to go further up, but.... Kurama: "-----A barrier!" As if sensing an invisible wall, Kurama swooped down and clicked his tongue. Ibuki: "The only way to trap flying birds is to put it in a cage." (You mean, we're trapped in here, forever?) Ibuki: "Well, it won't last long---I'm afraid we'll have to settle for a short game, Kurama." Kurama: "I don't need to be told that I'm not going to have a long game with you." The air swirls and distorts noisily, and countless transparent blades head towards Ibuki. Ibuki: "Heh.....Hahaha...." Ibuki jumped to his feet, pulled out his greatsword, and thrust it hard into the ground. Then the sands of the earth flew up like a shield to protect Ibuki. (What is that!?) Yoshino: "I thought your power is thunder....how can you...?" Ibuki: "It is a simple application. The iron in the sand is attracted by my lightning power."

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Ibuki: "It is a simple application. The iron in the sand is attracted by my lightning power." Kurama: "Clever as ever." A flash of a fan sends a gust of wind so strong that it is impossible to stand properly and breaks the wall of sand. Ibuki: "...!" Behind the dust, blood trickled down Ibuki's shoulders and arms. (So much power....!) Ibuki: "I'm impressed you're this strong even after making a deal with a human. As expected of the Karasu Tengu, the quality and quantity of his abilities are far different from those of any other ordinary." Kurama: "Don't try to flatter me. The same goes for you too. But----" His red eyes sharply narrowed. Kurama: "Ibuki, you are sharing your power with someone. With whom?" Yoshino: "Eh..." Ibuki: "You're as intuitive as ever." Kurama: "I was wondering what you were doing with all that power...there's something wrong with the quality of your powers and the smell." Ibuki: "..............." Yoshino: "No way, Ibuki also made a deal....?" (However.) -----Tamamo told me that it was very rare for a demon to make a deal. (Because it halves their power by sharing it with humans.) (He said they don't make a deal with humans unless they like them very much.) Yoshino: "Maybe, Yasuchika-san.....?" Ibuki: "Wrong. Making a deal with an Onmyoji will cancel out each other's powers and we'll both destroy ourselves." (Then who....) Ibuki: "There's one more interesting person." Kurama: "Interesting, huh?" With me behind him, and Ibuki at a distance, Kurama continued calmly. Kurama: "Your powers had been subtly altered. I've never heard of anyone influencing the quality of the power cast by a demon." Ibuki: "You'll both meet each other soon enough. For now, watch me....okay?" Holding his greatsword above his head with one hand, Ibuki smiled wryly. Kurama: "Yoshino, get down." Yoshino: "I'll fight too. I can use my powers...." (I want to be an equal----because I want to be strong.) Kurama frowned but tried not to stop me anymore. Ibuki: "You two are so cute. But there's nothing more frightening than an impromptu fight." (Ah.....) A white flash of light comes from the sword, which is swung with ease. Kurama: "Yoshino!" I raised my hand towards him and Kurama holds me. (I'm scared, but.) (If we can't fight here, everything we've been worrying about will be for nothing!) (Please, lend me the power of the nine-tail fox!) Ibuki: "Let's see what you got."

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Ibuki: "Let's see what you got." The golden dew rises and the palms of my hands become hot. But a series of thunderbolts were aimed at me again. Yoshino: "Nn...." (He's too strong. I can't take him on my own!) I was on the verge of being scorched and Kurama was quickly holding me and kicking the earth. Yoshino: "T-Thank you." Kurama: "You stay focused. I'll dodge and counterattack." Ibuki: "So you've changed your mind about making her as your toy? Kurama." The blades of the wind are caught and dodged one by one. Moving too fast for his height, Ibuki unexpectedly lifted a rock from the ground. Kurama: "...!" (Ngh.....) Ibuki: "Here we go." Without saying a word, Kurama hits the thrown rock with a tremendous wind and reduces its momentum, but----- The impact of the rock, which just barely missed the path of the direct hit, knocked me off my feet and sent me stumbling. Kurama: "Yoshino!" Ibuki: "There there." Kurama: "Nn...ha..." A flash of lightning burned Kurama's arm as he brought me to my feet. Yoshino: "Kurama!" Kurama: "It doesn't matter..." (You got hurt because of me...) I bit my lips when I see Kurama covering me up with his bleeding hand. Ibuki: "You can counteract the ability, but you can't prevent a direct attack. A mixture of powers and brute strength will be enough to counteract it. Too bad, huh? Yoshino." (I know....the weakness of my fox power is that I can't fight alone. But....) Yoshino: "I can't believe this..." I look at the rocks on the ground and mutter. Ibuki: "There's nothing to be surprised about. Demons are known for their strength." Kurama: "If you

want to show off, do it somewhere else." Ibuki: "Don't be so sure, Karasu Tengu must also have things to be proud of, right?" Ibuki grumbled as a wall of sand barely blocked the deadly wind. Ibuki: "Karasu Tengu is not only powerful, but they are also fast and use their wings to attack in all directions. But Kurama, unfortunately with Yoshino in your arms, you've been denied that advantage." (Ah.....) Kurama: "..........." I looked up Kurama without thinking of the strong wind. Ibuki: "Is this your first time fighting for someone?----Boy, you look like you're having a hard time." Kurama: "Shut up." (....I knew. I knew I was slowing down Kurama.) Ibuki's shield, a wall of sand, collapsed with the blade of the wind. Ibuki kicked the ground in spite of this. Ibuki: "I love to hear you calling me 'Oni-san' again..." A whirlpool of wind flies in pursuit of it, and the dust again stands in the way, moving as if trying to swallow it up. Ibuki: "You're weak now, Kurama. In the old days, you had a chance to win against me." (Be careful!) In a single breath, Ibuki's sword swung down on Kurama. Kurama: "----You don't get to tell me about my past." The heavy blow was caught by Kurama's iron fan. But he was pushed by the great force----- (It is because he got hurt earlier....?) Ibuki: "Didn't I tell you? Kurama. The weaklings are destined to die at the feet of stronger ones. I'll remind you of the humiliation of being taken from you by force." Kurama: "Nn...." (What!?) The sword and the fan touched each other with a crisp sound, and blue-white sparks flew from them. The impact created a momentary gap and Ibuki slashed Kurama across the shoulder. Yoshino: "Kurama!" Fresh blood dripped down and stained Kurama's kimono. (......I can't believe that Kurama is so hurt.) Kurama: "----A different kind of power wrapped in the golden air. Depressing as ever." Ibuki: "You know me too well. Well, I did raise you with these hands. Oh, by the way, Kurama....do you remember a promise I made a long time ago? That, one day you'll have someone you care about, and I'll break them with my own hands." The tip of Ibuki's sword, raised in laughter, was suddenly pointed at me. (Eh....) Ibuki: "That time has come." Kurama: "Stop! Ibuki-----" Yoshino: "......!!" Kurama pushes me and I fall to the ground. The next moment, I felt a splash of blood on my face. I realized it was Kurama's blood. Yoshino: "Kurama...what..." Kurama: "Nn.....Didn't I order you not to get scratched by other men?" Chapter 22

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When It Reigns Part 16

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Pairings: Kara Danvers x Reader

Tags: Angst, Kryptonian!Reader, Parent!Reader, Parent!Kara, Estranged Parent, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Humor, Bad Dreams, Memory Loss

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J’onn was in a med bay separate from the one Kara was in. This one was deemed for hostiles, for the ones that would put others in danger if they happen to break free. It still hurt Kara’s heart to see you unconscious and restrained. And to make it worse, J’onn was using kryptonite. Seeing you, with the same pulsating green veins that she had when she was exposed to kryptonite, made her want to tear the room apart and get you out of there. She could only imagine how you would react to the pain of you were awake. The searing pain was pure agony. The nausea was worst, and the feeling of all your strength forcibly sucked out of you was a jarring as the pain itself. It was worse than solar flaring.

Kara took some comfort in the fact that you were unconscious. Hopefully you couldn’t feel what was happening to you on the outside. Still, watching your veins beat against your skin had her itching to release you. But Kara knew better. You were in there for your safety as much as theirs. They were using concentrated kryptonite radiation lights. The whole room was bathed in an eerie, neon green light. Just looking at it sent shivers down Kara’s spine and from beside her, Angel held her hand with both of hers, giving her a tight squeeze and cuddling close to her as they walked. The room was flooded heavily with the radiation, but given what everyone witnessed back at Lena’s mansion, Kara knew that it wouldn’t work for long. She had to move fast before you woke up, because if that happened, she wouldn’t know if she was staring into the eyes of her spouse, or into the eyes of her enemy, and Kara hated not knowing which it would be.

J’onn stood outside of the room with his arms crossed, his face focused as he stared at your restrained body. Alex was beside him with a tablet in her arms, typing something onto it. They both heard Kara and Angel approach and turned to greet them.

“Hey, are you sure that you should be up?” Alex asked as she handed her tablet to J’onn. She gave Kara a thorough look over to make sure that she was actually alright.

“Hey, I’m okay, I promise. I just feel very nauseous,” she said. Alex kept observing her, noting the slight paleness to her skin and the way her blue eyes seemed duller.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kara shrugged. “I’m as okay as I’m going to be right now. I’ll be better once I get Y/n back.”

Alex could understand that. It wasn’t just the kryptonite exposure talking. There had to be some mental aspect to it as well. There was no way she would be okay with your state right now. To be honest, Alex didn’t understand how she wasn’t breaking down this very second.”

Alex nodded. “How do we do that?”

“We’ll need J’onn for this.”

At the mention of his name, J’onn turned around and raised a quizzical eyebrow.

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Reign was trapped with you in the forest again, and she looked positively irate.

Good.

It was best that she turned her focus onto you instead of your daughter. You’re still not too sure about how she ended up back here with you. You just remember hearing Kara’s voice, remembering that way it sounded so desperate, so sad, and on some level, so very angry. It filled you despair, and you just remember thinking that you would do anything to protect Angel. Anything. Maybe anything entailed snatching her back here.

“I’ve had enough of you!” she roared.

Oh yeah. She was most definitely mad but somehow that didn’t scare you like it usually would. You were happy and relieved that, for now, she wouldn’t be able to harm Kara or Angel. It was a small victory, and you’d take them where you could. You managed to duck behind a tree right as she shot lasers at you, and you huddled close to the trunk. Now that the immediate crisis was out of the way, what now? Would you have to run away from her for the rest of your existence? What if you lost your memory again and you forgot why you were running?

Tree bark exploded outwards, splinters of singed wood flying centimeters from your face, and you covered your cheek as you sank lower to the ground. Reign was roaring, shooting blindly into the shadows of the forest. This was…not like her. Of course, not saying that you knew her. You wanted nothing to do with the psycho, but this wasn’t typical behavior for sure. Reign was usually calm and composed, but now, she was acting rabid. It was like she lost her nerve somehow. Like she’d cracked. You couldn’t stop the satisfactory smile that spread across your lips. You did that.

You. Did. That.

In all this time you thought that you were a screw up, but for once, you did everything right. You saved your family and in the process of doing so, caused an alien to lose her mind. You tried not to feel too smug, but it wasn’t working. The feeling swirled all around you, cushioning your chest with a feeling of happiness that you hadn’t felt in a while. You laughed.

“You repugnant human! You won’t be laughing when I’m done with you!”

Oops. You blanched. Best not to taunt the beast right now.

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“Okay so what is the plan again?” Alex asked as she rubbed her temples. Kara could see the vein throbbing in her forehead, and she offered a steady hand on her shoulder.

“J’onn is going to create a psychic link between myself and Y/n. I need to get in there and see what exactly is going on.”

J’onn grunted. He didn’t really offer any words, but Kara could tell from his body language that he wasn’t too thrilled about her plan either.

“J’onn if you do this, will you be able to help her?”

J’onn shook his head. “All of my focus will be on maintaining the link. I won’t have the energy to do that and project on consciousness too.”

Alex groaned. The noise fell from her lips as her eyes closed tightly. “I swear, you always choose the worst plans.”

Kara chuckled as she held Angel close and kissed her forehead. Kara did have a penchant for that, for choosing the plans that always put herself in danger. She wanted it that way though. No one else was the Girl of Steel. No one else was bullet proof or fireproof. She would gladly keep throwing herself into harms way if that means that everyone else is safe. It wasn’t even about being noble. It was just about being practical.

“I’m going with you.”

And just like that, the smile was gone. “No, Alex. That’s way too dangerous. I won’t even know what to expect once we get there.”

She was already standing up, and the moment Kara watched her raise an eyebrow, was the moment she knew that there would be no point in arguing. Her mind was already made up.

“All the more reason why you’re not going by yourself.”

“I’ll put you two in the room next door,” J’onn said. “You’ll still be close enough for me to maintain the link but far away out of danger in case something goes wrong.”

Everyone nodded and Kara turned to her daughter.

“Do you mind staying with me,” she asked her. “It’ll help knowing that you’re nearby.”

“You’re kidding right, momma? Like you even have to ask? I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

Kara smiled and hugged her close. What would she do without her?

It took a couple more minutes to get everything prepped. It would have taken longer had Kara not used her super speed. Urgency drove her, and she zipped all around the room as she prepared the equipment Alex asked for. Then it was matter of seconds hooking up all the sensors, the heart monitor, and the EEG machine. The last one was specifically asked by J’onn. He needed to know how a link of this magnitude would affect their brains and having one would put him more at ease, especially if something were to go wrong.

Now Kara and Alex laid side by side. With one hand, Kara held Alex’s, and with the other hand, she held Angel’s, who was seated on her other side. J’onn stood behind them, his body rigid.

“Ladies, the sooner you get there and get Y/n, the better. I fear I won’t be able to hold this for long.”

Kara nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. “You got this J’onn.”

He nodded, offering a small smile back, before turning his attention back to the task at hand. His eyes focused on nothing, but his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Kara watched as they began glowing a bright red, and then it was the very last thing she remembered before her world went dark.

Part 17

[five-rivers]

Long Night in the Valley chapter 12

The scene shifted the moment Tempest woke up. They were outside, on a street in the middle of the city.  Storm clouds circled overhead.  

Tempest stood in front of them, hands in her pockets, a bland expression on her face.  

“So,” she drawled.  “You’re Nine’s friends.”

“Uh,” said Ochako, taken aback.  Right after Four had said she wouldn’t talk to them, this was disconcerting.   “Yes?”

“I’m his teacher,” said Aizawa, stepping forward.

“Yeah?  You think you’re doing a good job raising up little child soldiers?”

“Excuse me?” said Aizawa.  

“You heard me.”  She shifted her gaze to Ochako, then to Todoroki and Iida.  “I bet Souma told you I wouldn’t be talking to you.”

“He did say something along those lines, yes,” said Iida, even as Ochako worked very hard to elbow him.

“I can follow why he’d think that,” Tempest said. “I spent most of my life fighting against the government.  Lord knows I wouldn’t have approved of him choosing a ‘pro hero’ to follow after him.”  She took her hands out of her pockets to make air quotes.  She was wearing brass knuckles.  “Whatever a pro hero is supposed to be.  Government lackeys.  Cops and war criminals with a different name.  I’m shocked he pulled a halfway decent person from the muck.”

“We’re not war criminals!” protested Iida.  

“Oh, yeah?  I forgot, the Geneva convention was nixed, wasn’t it?  They had this big meeting and decided none of it applied to metahumans, and then, bam!  Everyone’s a metahuman, so it doesn’t apply at all, huh?  Neat, right?”

“What we’re doing now might not be what you’re used to,” said Ochako, “but it’s the way society works, now.”

“And we’re not killing people, like you did,” said Iida.  Ochako winced at his combative addition.  

“I did what I had to, to get people out of the torture camps,” said Tempest.  “People like my little sister.  You know what they did to her?  They thought her power was just controlled by her voice.  So, they cut out her vocal cords.”

“They don’t do that anymore,” said Todoroki.  

“You think a government like that is just going to stop doing things?  Without people making them?  Without being forced?”  Tempest laughed and looked up at the swirling sky.  “Maybe you do.  You’re just kids, after all.  But tell me this, do you think they didn’t know exactly what was happening to your family, Todoroki Shouto?”

Aizawa cleared his throat.  “What’s your point, here?” he asked.  “What do you want from us?”

Tempest looked back at Aizawa.  The coldness in her brown eyes made Ochako shiver.  “We could have kept you out,” she said. “That Suzuki idiot, too.  Do you know why we didn’t?”

“Enlighten us,” said Aizawa.  

“Because the way we do it would cause irreparable brain damage.  We know, because we’ve done it before.  I thought it was worth it, but the others didn’t want to hurt ‘Nine’s friends.’”

“Are you implying that we aren’t Midoriya’s friends?” asked Todoroki, frowning.  

Tempest huffed and wind whipped down the road, making Ochako cover her face.  

“No.  To be honest, I’m not completely sold on Nine, either.  He wanted to part of the system so bad, and that’s not to mention—” she huffed again.  “At least he knows what it’s like to be on the other side of the equation.  You four, though… I’m stuck with Nine.  I don’t owe you anything and you’re causing all these problems.  What I want from you—”

Behind her, lightning snapped down from the sky.

“—is to prove to me you’re worth it.”

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“Vlad, the police were able to find your car,” said Powerloader, holding his hand over the receiver of the staff room telephone.

“Oh, thank goodness,” said Vlad.  “I hate taking public transportation.”  He paused.  “I mean, uh, did they find Yagi?  Is he alright?”

“No, they didn’t find Yagi.”

“Great,” said Vlad.  “So, ask them when I can pick it up.  Why are you making that face?  Did Yagi total it?  I bet he did.  ‘Symbol of Peace,’ my—”

“No,” interrupted Powerloader.  “Yagi didn’t total it.  Or crash it.  It was parked in an alley near the Musutafu entertainment district.”

“Where Midoriya had that fight with Hawks,” said Vlad, putting his head in his hands.  “It got wrecked by one of them, didn’t it?”

“No,” said Powerloader.  “It was parked in an alley.  They found it on a security camera.  It isn’t there anymore.”

“They took it again?”

“The League of Villains took it.”

“You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

.

The bus felt empty with half the class missing. The remaining 1-A students (plus Shinso) were all huddled together at the front, mooching off of the teachers mobile hotspots.  

“Did my email go through yet, kero?” asked Tsuyu, leaning over her seat to look at Denki’s computer.  

“Not yet,” said Denki.  “I’ve got all the pictures you guys sent arranged, but I wish we had more video material.  Ashido was the one with the most…”  He sighed. “Ashido, gossip queen, when you wake up I will apologize for all my comments about your hobbies.”

“I have some videos of Midoriya.”

“Trust us, Mineta, no one want your videos,” said Yaoyorozu.

“Huh?  Why not?”

“Tell us this.  How many of your videos are actually of Midoriya and don’t just have him incidentally in the background while you try to film girls.”

“None of them,” said Mineta, obviously not seeing why this was wrong.  “Why would I film Midoriya?”

“Mic,” said Midnight, “please remind me to sign up the walking lawsuit for some sensitivity classes.  How did Eraser miss this?”

“Unfortunately, Shouta is about as sexual as the average rock, so…”

“Remind me to sign him up for some training, too, then.”

“Will do.”

“Walking lawsuit?” asked Mineta.  

Everyone else sighed.  Then Denki’s laptop pinged.

“Huh.  I just got an email from Principal Nezu.”

The adults, including Green Light, the bus driver, blanched.  Adults were bothered by the weirdest things.  In the end, Nezu was just a guy with a quirk, right?  A hero, even!  Principal Nezu, the Education Hero!

Okay, he’d scared Denki (Mr. Terrible Grades) a lot in elementary and middle school, but really.  

(Okay, the crane thing at the Final Exam had been high-key terrifying, but he was trying to get past that.)

“Huh,” repeated Denki, having read the email. “That’s interesting.”

“What is it, my electric friend?” asked Aoyama, drapping himself sideways across his seat.

“Aoyama-san,” said Midnight, “don’t put your feet on the windows.”

“Principal Nezu sent me a link to an ‘All Might adopt a kid’ fanfiction, and it’s by—”

“Midoriya writes fanfiction?” asked Shouji, evidently surprised into using his real mouth to speak.  

“That’s cute, kero,” said Tsuyu.  “It must have been before he met the real All Might, though.”

“No,” said Denki, “it was last updated just a couple of weeks ago, and, well… Midoriya didn’t write it.”

“So, who did?” asked Yaoyorozu.  

“Not Nezu, right?” asked Jiro, winding her earphone jack around her finger.  

“There’s no way, right, Kaminari-san?” asked Present Mic, nervously.  

“Uh, no, no, it’s, uh, it’s All Might. According to Nezu.”

A beat of silence.

“What?”

Denki inserted his pinky into his right ear, trying to clear it.  Man, if the Bakusquad had been here rather than the quiet half of the class…

“Yeah, it says here that this serves All Might right for working on this during school hours?”

More silence.  

“Green Light, the road!”  

“Oops, sorry!”

“Hey, guys, are we sure that All Might didn’t, you know, kidnap Midoriya rather than the other way around?  Guys?”

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Gran Torino, also known as Torino Sorahiko, was an active hero.  That meant late nights and late mornings.  He was also an old man.  A very old man.  Late mornings often turned into noons and afternoons.  

Sometimes, during those noons and afternoons, he liked to ignore technology and the outside world for a good long while.  Maybe read the paper a little bit.  Or one of those terrible romance novels Nana had left him in her will.  

Still, he was a hero, one wrapped up in something best described as a two-hundred-year-long shadow war, so eventually he did turn on the news.  

Only to see Toshinori’s boy fighting Hawks on live television.  

Not to mention Toshinori hanging out in the background with a shaved head.  

And the ticker said UA student Midoriya Izuku kidnaps Symbol of Peace.

(Which was the dumbest thing he had ever heard, and under other circumstances, he would have been rolling on the floor laughing.)

Gran Torino was an old man, but, luckily, he only felt like he was simultaneously having a heart attack and a stroke.  His body was more than functional enough to place a not-at-all panicked phone call to one Tsukauchi Naomasa.  

.

Tsukauchi Naomasa was incredibly busy.  That busy-ness was divided mostly evenly between desperately trying to find his best friend (who had evidently decided to make a hopefully brief foray into kidnapping teenagers) and trying to figure out what the commission was taking, because it had to be illegal.  Oh, and putting together a complaint that the commission was infringing on police prerogatives.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure how much traction that last would get, since pro heroes had been steadily gaining more and more responsibilities even as the police were losing both them and the power that came with them.  Not to mention Midoriya’s stunt with Hawks… Which… Naomasa just wanted to know why?  What had the point of that been?  On either side?

(Sometimes he wished he were friends with normal people.  Like… he didn’t know… an accountant, maybe?)

(Not that he would give Toshinori up for the world. Just, some normalcy would be nice, too.)

He took a deep breath, remembered what he always told Toshinori about stress, and took a mouthful of room-temperature coffee.

In that thirty-second period, two more problems presented themselves to him.  

One, his cell phone began to ring, displaying the contact information for Gran Torino.  

Two, his email softly pinged, and a message from Principal Nezu asking for any images or videos Toshinori might have sent him slid into his inbox.  

Briefly, Naomasa considered ignoring both of them, but that wasn’t a realistic option and was irresponsible besides.  Contrary to his character.  

He picked the lesser of two evils and answered Gran Torino’s call.

.

Garaki was going to have a mental breakdown.  This was fitting because his car had broken down.  Midoriya Inko was asking him if he thought that his ‘friend’ might come pick them up, if it was safe.  If his ‘friend’ had a car.  

This last had almost sent him into hysterics. Gigantomachia in a car oh-ho!

Except it wasn’t funny at all, as this was almost certainly going to result in his death at the hands of All for One.  No matter that he considered the man his very dearest of friends, he was under no illusions about what All for One would do to him over this inexcusable error.

Perhaps he should just cut his losses and get one of the remote-activated noumu to come for them.  

Then, inexorably and inevitably, things managed to get even worse.

.

“Stop the car!” shouted Tomura.  

“But you said not to—”

“I know what I said!  Stop the car!”

Tomura twisted to see out the rear passenger window. Everyone else turned to follow his gaze, effectively blocking his view.  

“Get out of my way!” demanded Tomura.

There was some awkward, half-hearted shuffling.

“Does that look like anyone to you?” Tomura hissed.

“Yeah!  Like the doctor!” said Toga.  

“I’ve never seen him standing up, though,” said Spinner, dubiously.  “It seems out of character.”

“I didn’t know he owned a car,” mused Compress, rubbing the bottom edge of his mask.  

“Not him!” snapped Tomura.  “The woman!”  He pointed angrily at the rapidly approaching woman with green hair, narrowly avoiding dusting Mr. Compress’s top hat.  

“Eh?  What about her?” asked Spinner.  

“Doesn’t she look familiar to you?”

“To be honest, everyone without mutation quirks looks kind of the same to me.”

“Someone without face blindness.”

“Oh!  She looks like Izu-kun!  Do you think that’s his mom?”

The woman knocked on the window of the car.  Twice, unhelpfully rolled it down.  

“Thank you so much for stopping, we—Oh!”  She took a step back.

She apparently recognized them.  Joy.  He was going to unpack his feelings about this woman later.

“Hey, doc,” rasped Tomura, annoyed.  “What the hell have you been doing?”

“Ahem,” said Garaki, finally stepping out from behind the car.  “I didn’t expect to see you here, Shigaraki Tomura.”

“Because you blew us off and stranded us in the middle of Musutafu?”

“No,” said Garaki, in a way that absolutely meant ‘yes.’  “I knew you were resourceful enough to safely make it out of the city.”

“Oh, yeah?  Really?  You—”

Compress chose that moment to slam his face into the back of Tomura’s head.  Tomura steadied himself automatically on one of the car’s uprights, which cracked dangerously under his hand.  He pulled back as if burned.  

When he looked up, the gremlin’s mother was halfway to the tree line with – What was that in her hand?

He looked back over his shoulder.  

That was Twice’s goddamn mask.  

Compress, for some reason, was also missing his stupid mask (and covering his face like the dramatic weirdo he was), and Toga basically had hearts in her eyes.  Spinner was being Spinner, and therefore ninety percent useless.  He was lucky he was fun to play games with.

How to make her stop?

“Hey!” he shouted.  “We have your son!”

This was a lie, as far as he knew (unless Dabi had snatched him on his way back; it wasn’t impossible), but, he was a villain.

The green-haired woman stopped and turned back, allowing Tomura a full view of her expression.  

He decided that he regretted everything.

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“Okay,” said Izuku, multitasking by letting Two pick the lock on the League’s safe, “considering Gigantomachia’s ability to track by smell and the questionable running water, we can’t just sneak out.  He’ll find us.  So… I think our best play is getting him to attack Shigaraki, and then when they’re both distracted, we run for it.”

Toshinori nodded and sighed.  “If only we had a giant jug of perfume.  We could throw it at his face and disrupt his ability to smell us.”

“I mean, I found a whole bunch of garbage a way back.  That isn’t perfume, but it does stink.”

“No, no, your plan is superior.  We’d draw too much suspicion if we attacked him like that. Perfume could be written off.”

“Yeah, I can see that.  Because perfume is a ‘nice’ thing.”

“Indeed.”

“It isn’t actually very nice to have it all over you, though,” said Izuku.  

“No,” agreed Toshinori.  “It isn’t.”

The safe popped open.

“I won’t ask if you don’t.”

“Deal.”

“But, anyway, assuming we do get away, what then? Where do we go?  And—Wow.  The League of Villains is broke.  I almost feel bad.”

“I was going to say Deika, but that’s too far, now, and we don’t know if Gigantomachia will come after us,” said Toshinori.  “Drawing him to a place full of civilians would be irresponsible.”

“Yeah,” said Izuku.  He frowned, pulling his head from the safe, and glanced out the window. “What about the Wild Wild Pussycats?”

“What about them?” asked Toshinori.  

“They’re near here, aren’t they?  And they’ve got that whole complex, so, I mean…  I don’t know how they feel about us right now, but it wouldn’t be a terrible place to hide.  Would it?”

“I’d hate to bring all of this down on them as well,” said Toshinori.  “But… That being said, I don’t believe they’re actually there.  They were taking some time off because of what happened to Ragdoll.”

“That makes sense,” said Izuku.  “Should we take the risk?”

“I’m unsure if we have a choice, my boy.  We could try roughing it, but that puts us in a very vulnerable position.”

“And we can’t stay here, with the League.”

“No, we can’t.”

“Okay.”  Izuku sighed and started to thumb through the League’s collection of fake IDs, looking for something he could use.  “Wild Wild Pussycats it is.  We’ve got to convince Machia to attack Shigaraki, and… then we sneak out the back while they’re fighting.”  He shook his head.  “It sounds really unheroic when I put it that way.”

“Under these circumstances, I think heroic is the set of actions where no one dies.”

His mentor was right.  Izuku still felt weird about this, though.  (The pettiness was completely different.)

Not to mention…

He put the last of the fake IDs away and massaged his temples.  “They’re doing something weird in there,” he said.  “I’m going to check on them.  I might be out of it.”

“Don’t worry,” said Toshinori, patting Izuku on the shoulder.  “I’ll keep an eye on things out here.”

(Perhaps all of this could have gone unsaid, what with their connection, but saying things out loud made them easier to organize.)

.

“Hey!” shouted Izuku over the roaring wind. “Stop that!”

“Are you going to fight me, Nine?  All by yourself?”

“No,” said Izuku, somehow contriving to look down his nose at her despite the height difference and the fact that Tempest was floating several meters in the air.  “I won’t have to.  Because I have a secret weapon.”

Ochako could almost see Tempest roll her eyes.

“And,” shouted Izuku, “do you seriously think I just wanted to be part of the system?  Are you serious?  I wanted to help people.  People the system failed.  It isn’t like they’re responsible for the system either!”  He waved his hand to indicate Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, and Aizawa.

“I’d argue about your hobo teacher.  Is this your secret weapon?”

“No, this is, Great-Aunt Miranda.”

Tempest opened her mouth, then closed it again. The wind began to die down.  “I’m – I don’t know what the point of that was—"

“Neither do I!  What’s the point of this?”

“The point is determining whether or not you have people you can rely on, or a bunch of backstabbers who’ll hand you over to a government lab as soon as it’s convenient!”  She stabbed a finger at Ochako.  “She’s just in ‘heroics’ for the money!”  She pointed at Iida.  “He’s only here because it’s traditional for his family.”   She gestured at Todoroki with her other hand.  “He’s doing it mostly out of spite.  And who knows what your hobo teacher is doing this for!”

“There’s nothing wrong with any of that!” protested Ochako.  “You must have your own motivations, too!”

“She does!” shouted Izuku.  “Considering what they are, you have no room to be criticizing Iida!  Besides, you don’t even like me!”

“This isn’t about liking you or disliking!  You’re the—” Tempest visibly cut herself off, then took a deep breath.  She set herself down on the street.  “Knowing what we do now about certain things, a fourteen-year-old would not have been my first choice.”

“Excuse me!  We’re all sixteen!” said Iida.  

“You’re sixteen now, it’s – The fact of the matter is that you’re children.  Naïve children.”

“Oh my gosh, you were younger than I was when you—”

“I was kidnapped and tortured—”

“I know, but why are you taking it out on—”

“By the government that you are trying to lick the boot of—”

“Did you see what they did to Suzuki?”

Ochako felt like she was spectating a very passionate tennis match.  

“If it means anything,” said Aizawa, dragging himself out of the pile of rubble he’d been thrown into by the wind, “I’m just trying to keep my kids alive as long as possible.”

“Then expel them!  Stop them from becoming literal child soldiers!”

“I do,” said Aizawa.

“He does,” confirmed Ochako, who was well acquainted with Aizawa’s reputation.  

“He really does,” seconded Todoroki.  

“I used to see Tensei’s group chat, and every time he expelled someone…”  Iida shivered.  

“Huh,” said Todoroki.  “Is that why you’re so… insistent about rules?”

“Of course not!  Rules are important regardless of why so many students were expelled during the first month of school!”

“So, why didn’t you expel these ones?”

“If you honestly believe the problem child wouldn’t have flung himself at the first villain he saw after that and dove straight into vigilantism, you don’t know him very well.”  He sighed, standing, and brushed dust and pebbles out of his tracksuit. “That goes for these three as well. They’re insane and it’s not my fault.”

“Isn’t saving others what heroes do?” asked Izuku, walking closer to Tempest.  Ochako wanted to run out and grab him, but this whole ordeal had just shown how useless that would be.  “No matter what?”

“Not no matter what.  This is why I…”  She shook her head, sighing.  “Not no matter what.”  She leaned forward, her hands on her hips.  “Don’t die. You do realize what will happen if you die, right?  I don’t have to spell it out for you?”

“N-no,” said Izuku.  

“Besides which, I’m not a hero.”

“You saved people,” protested Izuku.  

“And, as your friends pointed out, I’ve killed, too.”

“I know,” said Izuku.  “But you aren’t a bad person.”

“Lots of people kill during wars,” said Ochako, going to stand by Izuku, “and that’s what you were fighting in, wasn’t it?  I mean, I don’t know a lot about that time, but…”

“You wouldn’t.  It’s been over a hundred years.”

Izuku nodded.  “This fight isn’t doing anything, though.  None of us want them here if the vault opens.”

“The what?” asked Iida.  “The vault.”

“Hopefully,” said Izuku, “you won’t have to worry about it.”

“The fight did do something, though,” said Tempest.

“What?” asked Izuku.  

“For one,” said Tempest, “it made you think. For the other…”  Her eyes flicked over Ochako and the others.  “Everyone you fight will have their own reasons. Remember that.”

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As they walked down the street, storms still brewing overhead, Ochako kept catching glimpses of children in the alleyways and cross streets.  

“Who are they?” she asked, unable to help herself.

“My sister and I,” answered Tempest, brusquely. Ochako, watching the back of the woman’s head, saw her twitch slightly towards one of the alleys.  “About the time we were taken.”

“Taken by who?” asked Todoroki.  

Tempest laughed.  The sound was entirely humorless.  “That government you’re so eager to serve.  You’ve noticed, I hope, that my sister and I aren’t completely Japanese?”

“Yes?” said Todoroki.  “I’m not blind, after all.”

“Todoroki,” said Aizawa in a warning tone.

“Good for you.  Our mother was Japanese.  Dad was American.  We went back and forth to see the family.  Problem was, everyone on Mom’s side quirks.  We didn’t even realize it.  The government tracked the weather disturbances to our movements and raided our family reunion.  Never saw my parents again.  Never saw anyone, for that matter, except my sister and my aunt – Dad’s side – who tried to smuggle us out and got shot for it.  We spent four years in that hell before Ryuji rescued us.”

“You’re more open about this than I would have expected,” said Aizawa.

Tempest sneered.  “Why wouldn’t I be?  I’m a terrorist, and people only become terrorists if they want to make a statement. Which I did.  Trust me when I say this, Nine, if the hero commission took you into ‘custody,’” she spat the word like it was dirty, “you’d be in the same boat. What do you children think they do to all those high-profile criminals in Tartarus?  The ones that are held indefinitely in a private prison without even a show trial?”

“I know, Three,” said Izuku, far more calmly that Ochako would have been able to.  “That’s one of the reasons I wanted to be a hero.  It’s easier to change systems from the inside.”

“Not this system.”

“No,” said Izuku, “but then I had no idea this part of the system even existed.  They do a lot to hide it, after all.”

“Hm,” grunted Tempest, skeptically.

The buildings began to thin out, interspersed with wilderness.  The road rapidly graded narrowed into a one-lane road, then gravel.  

“Is this normal?” asked Ochako.  

“We have more control over our environments than the other ones.  You’ve noticed that only Eight and Nine had multiple versions of themselves running around and being confusing.”

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” said Izuku.  

“Exactly.  Any of us could send an army of ourselves against you.  Only those two don’t have a choice about it.  Amateurs.”

“Shouldn’t they have had the same amount of time as—” started Ochako.  She broke off as a series of concrete walls topped with barbed wire rose up in front of them, scraping at the surrounding trees, shedding clumps of dirt.  

The trees fell away, leaving a clear, baren space between the walls and the trees.  Slightly beyond the structure moonlight glinted off the surface of a lake.  

“Well.  Welcome to Jinoshi Lake Camp, kids.”  Tempest turned, putting her hands on her hips.  “This is where I met Ryuji.  And…” She glanced up at the walls.  “This is as far as I go.”

“You aren’t going to show us where to find this ‘Ryuji?’” asked Aizawa.  

“I promised myself I’d never go back there.” She jerked her head over her shoulder. “I’m not revisiting it for you.” She started walking away.  “Have fun.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

10 tattoos/piercing, Danbrey, sfw, please!

Here you go! I based Dani's design on an arowana because I liked the color.

“Remember, non-scented soap, nice to meet you, byeee!” Aubrey waves to her client as they head down the boardwalk. She has thirty minutes until her next appointment, so it’s time to stretch her legs and check the little ‘doggy cam” she set up on Dr. Harris Bonkers cage to make sure the giant rabbit hasn’t finally managed to chew his way through the bars.

“Hi doctor” She coos into the phone. One white ear pivots towards the camera, but the bunny remains otherwise unmoved.

She leans on the railing, Pacfic sparkling like a postcard before her.

“Excuse me?”

“YEEEEP!” She jumps back, not expecting a woman to pop out of the water, let alone pop out and talk to her.

“Oops, sorry.” The other woman smiles, golden hair fanning out around her. There are two types of blondes in Long Beach; the ones hoping to be the next influencer sensation and the kind who are excited to tell you about GOOP and crystals.

Whichever kind this woman is, she’s the most gorgeous girl Aubrey’s ever seen.

“Um, can I help you?”

“Yeah! Can you tattoo me? A piercing would be okay too, but I really like how pretty the tattoos are.”

“Thanks. Um, you’re gonna need an appointment.” She pulls out her phone again, since it’s synced to the calendar Joseph makes them all keep, “lemme see....I have a big slot of time on Friday afternoon.”

The girl cocks her head, “That’s two days from now, right?”

“Yep.We can start at one if that works for you?”

“Sure, see you then!” She waves and then disappears under the water. A few moments later, a shimmering golden tail breaks the swell, seeming to wave once before submerging. Aubrey blinks, switches back to the bun cam.

“How do I tell Joseph I have to move my stuff outside to tattoo a mermaid?”

Dr. Harris Bonkers snuffles, but offers no further commentary.

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“Joseph, for the last time, you are not gonna hang around just to ask my client questions while I’m trying to work.”

“I don’t plan to, but we need to make sure everything, and I mean everything, is as sterile as we can manage. Doing this outside gives me hives as it is.” Joseph finishes setting up the pop-tent, the kind sun-phobic families take to the beach.

“C’mon, people gave each other traditional tattoos out in the open for centuries. It should be fine.”

Joseph makes an unsure noise, but leaves her in peace all the same. Before long a golden tail flashes out of the water as the mermaid swims towards the beach, the closest spot to the pier where they could actually set the tent and generator up. It’s right on the tide line, Duck having used his almanac to tell them whether Aubrey would be chasing the tide or fleeing from it if the appointment turns out to be long.

“Um, hi again.” She waves.

“Hello!” The mermaid slides up into the surf. When she sits up, Aubrey turns pink.

“Uh, do you, uh, want a swimsuit or something?” Her voice is embarrassingly high.

The mermaid looks down, then at Aubrey studiously looking elsewhere, and laughs, “Oh, right, I forgot humans don’t like it when we’re bare-chested.”

“I mean it’s not that we don’t like it-” Aubrey mumbles.

“Be right back.” She pushes back into the sea, returning a minute later wearing a bright green bikini top, “is that better?”

“Yep!” She replies too quickly, “Sorry, I, um, I’ve never worked on a mermaid before, kinda figured you guys wore seashells or sea stars or something?”

“You...you realize where that would put the seastar mouths, right?” The mermaid scoots up onto the beach, tail in the water and back on the inflatable recliner they borrowed from Kirbys apartment.

“Ooohouch, you’re right, fuck, sorry.” She grabs her flash binder, brought in case the mermaid didn’t have a design in mind.

The mermaid glances over her shoulder, smiling, “You’re cute when you blush.”

She maintains her professionalism, but only just, as the mermaid chooses her preferred design; a brightly colored swirl of planets and stars. For a newbie, she barely seems to register the needle, focused instead on studying Aubrey’s face and hands as she works. She learns that her name is Dani, that she’s one of several merfolk living near the pier, and that she’s observed Aubrey and her handiwork courtesy of a rock and a pair of salvaged binoculars.

“Oooh” Dani wiggles her tail happily when she sees the finished product, “it’s perfect, thank you so much Aubrey.”

“Glad you like it-oh, okay.” She stiffens as Dani rubs their cheeks together twice before pulling back.

“I’m supposed to keep it clean right?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure how well saran wrap will hold up to sea water.”

A formerly empty Rose bottle thunks onto the sand. Dani grabs it, popping the make-shift cork off with her teeth.

“Ooh, Indrid sent me a special covering to keep it safe. And these must be for you.” She holds out two pearls.”

“Thanks” She’s more interested in watching the kissable lips covering razor sharp than the gems the mermaid gives her.

“Can I see you again?” Dani is halfway back in the water.

“Whenever you want. You’re a great client; you, um, you’re really nice to touch. Wait, um, I mean you take it really welllARGH, um, yes please come back.” Aubrey replies, tucking the second most valuable thing on the beach into her pocket and continuing to blush well after Dani has returned to the waves.

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“AHFUCK!”

“Sorry!” Dani gives a sheepish wave to Duck before turning to Aubrey, who got used to her popping out of the water five times ago, “are you free tomorrow?”

“Sure” even if she isn’t, she’ll happily reschedule another client for Dani’s sake, “do want to pick something from my flash?”

“Nope, this time Indrid designed something. It’s about the same size as this” she holds up the watercolor hermit crab on her right arm, “see you then?”

“Of course.” Aubrey waves goodbye, blows a kiss when Dani is out of sight.

She forgot Duck was still here.

“You got it bad, Lady Flame.”

“Shush, I saw you chatting to Indrid by the coffee shop yesterday.”

“....you can’t prove anythin.”

She holds up her phone, smirking, “Oh yes I can.”

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“Aubrey!”

She looks up, wondering who’s calling her name on the deserted beach. She brings Dr. Harris Bonkers down here on a leash late at night for enrichment for him and a break from the summer heat for her.

“Aubrey, over here!” Dani leaps through the surf until she;s only able to slide, “I thought it was you. Ohhhhhh” she squeals, “this must be Dr. Harris Bonkers. Hello cutie pie, aren’t you just so lovelyOH, oh he feels like an otter.” She rubs the rabbits head, causing him to creep towards the water, “you’re the second cutest thing on this beach, doctor.” She winks at Aubrey, then sits up, “can I introduce him to Ferdinand?”

Aubrey nods, excited to finally meet Dani’s pet; she only his name, but she’s expecting a seal, or maybe a crab.

What she gets is an octopus. The cephalopod winds a tentacle around her arm, investigating her.

“Aww, he likes you.” Dani sets the octopus down in shallow water, where it proceeds to stretch multiple limbs out to poke Dr. Harris Bonkers.

“Guess they’re having a playdate?” Dani scoots closer, resting her head on Aubrey’s shoulder.

Aubrey sets a hand on her tail, running her fingers up and down the scales as the mermaid sighs happily.

“As long as he doesn’t carry Dr. Harris Bonkers into the tidepools, they can hang out as long as you like.”

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“Dani? How many tattoos are you planning to get?” Aubrey looks up from where she’s outlining an octopus on Dani’s side.

“I haven’t decided yet. It’s really common for mers to have lots of piercings and tattoos. That’s why Indrid can leave Duck so many expensive tokens; he’s the most in-demand tattoo artist on the coast.”

“Neat! Wait-” she sits up, shutting off the gun, “your friend is a tattoo artist, but you kept coming here?”

“Yes.” Dani is still, save for the end of her tail, which vibrates nervously.

“Why?”

“Um, well, I, I really liked your style. Then I really liked you, and I wanted to keep seeing you…”

“Holy crap, do you keep getting tattoos because you think that’s the only way you’re able to see me?”

“Uhhuh.” Dani is bright pink from her cheeks to her waist as Aubrey scrambles to sit in front of her, “I mean, when you want to date someone, you’re only allowed to see them at their work until they say they want to date you too. Even us meeting on the beach a few weeks ago was pushing it, and I didn’t want you thinking I was pushy.”

“....Huh?”

“Do humans not have that rule?” Dani’s honey-colored eyes widen.

“Nope. It’s actually kinda rude to ask people out at work, because they can’t get away BUT” she hurriedly sets the gun aside, “but I make exceptions for super cute wonderful mermaids.”

“Oh. In that case-” Dani knocks her backwards with her tail and climbs atop her, kissing her so hard she wonders if you can die from a really good make-out session. When the salty kiss ends the mermaid continues peppering her face with kisses and flicking her tongue along her neck.

“Dani I, I’m loving all of this but if you mess up my ink I’m gonna be as annoyed as I can possibly be with a gorgeous mermaid feeling me up.”

“Crap, you’re right.” Dani sits back up, glancing at the half-done tattoo, "I really don't want to ruin your work. Desperate need to see you aside, I do love your style." She folds her hands back into her lap and readjusts onto the inflatable chair.

Aubrey crawls forward, kissing her sweetly, "Once we're done and you're all wrapped up, wanna join me on the beach for a little, um, late night picnic."

A teasing kiss, first to her nose and then to her lips, "I'd love to."

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Maid Service

For @shigaraki-p ♥️

Part One

Spotless Maid Service

•Cleaning service for you and your home.

•No mess is too big

•Any home is welcome

•Work around your schedule

•Number

Shigaraki was at the bar looking at this ad in the paper,nursing a glass of whiskey in front of him. He never really cared for the newspaper, it was just about All Might and whatever else was happening in this dumb world. He took in a deep breath picking his glass up to sip it and look around the hideout. Maybe it was a little messy, with Kurogiri not being here no one was there to tell Shigaraki to pick up after himself.

The bar was littered with empty shot glasses and bottles , the shine that Kurogiri once kept up on was gone. The oak scuffed and coarse, Shigaraki was the only one who sat at it anymore. Dabi didn't want to because Shigaraki would make him serve the drinks and well, Toga had better things to do.

The area next to the bar was a little social area, a couple couches and a coffee table. Full of clothes, bloody and dirty. His Switch was in that pile of clothes somewhere, and hell if he's going to dig through bloody shirts and pants.

His bedroom… consisted of a pile of bloody clothes and dust spots from his quirk . His desk had snacks on it and the computer screen was gross along with the keyboard.

Shigaraki swirled the last few drops of whiskey in his glass groaning. Why did he have to call the Maid? Kurogiri handles phone calls. But Kurogiri is not here right now. And if he was then he wouldn't be in this mess. Literally.

The little tv that sat on the bar was not on since no one could find the god damn remote either. Shigaraki pulled his phone from his pocket dialing the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“I need my hideout cleaned”

“Oh oh!!! Okay!”

He raised an eyebrow at your excitement

“My hideout.” He said again

“I just need an address and a good time to come over!”

Head tilt. Interesting. Well can't give away all the surprises. Shigaraki relayed his information to you without a problem.

“Got it! Now on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad would you say the mess is?”

“20, there's blood. And no one wants to touch it.”

“Do you have any hydrogen peroxide or brushes?”

……… “no”

“Okay i might be a tad late i need to pick some up but ill be there soon!!!” Click.

Shigaraki got up rubbing the back of his neck. Interesting. You did not seem fazed by what he said. It sounded like you did not recognize your voice. Must think he's just another customer and not a dangerous villain. He scratched his neck growing irritated , he did not tell anyone he hired a Maid but then again he was the Leader and it didn't matter. Shigaraki walked hideout kicking things out of his way in frustration. “This place is a mess. Stupid.” He stopped by a dust pile in the hallway to look at it, a smile creeping up his face. All gone, one less stupid Pro in this world , and it was so easy . One slip up and he was gone, the only thing left behind were the ugly red shoes.

Shigaraki walked further down the hall going into his room only to stop looking annoyed. The computer was gross, he forgot. Dammit. “She better find my Switch, too.”

•

Around 8 o'clock at night you showed up with your cleaning bag and japanese maid outfit on. The building was.. a little old and falling apart but you did not have to clean the whole thing thankfully. You knocked lightly on the door after making your way up to the correct room.

Shigaraki opened the door with Father on his face staring at you. Oh.. oh my. He smiled.

“Hello! My name is y/n! Thank you for taking interest in my services!” You bowed and gave him a smile. Shigaraki looked you up and down, white hat, semi short black dress with a white apron tied around it and white stockings , black heels. And a bag in both of your hands along with a duster.

“Come in.” He moved to the side opening up the door for you watching closely.

With pep in your step you hurried in , heels clicking along the hard floor . God what a mess. But nothing you could not handle. So you got right to work. Starting with the bar. Shigaraki followed you sitting down, his eyes wandering to his empty whiskey glass. You snatched it up making him blink and click his teeth. He was going to get up but the glass was set back down with whiskey in it. “Here you go” you giggled.

He took the whiskey and removed Father from his face to sip it . Mmm..

Shigaraki stayed at the bar to watch you, he did not say a word, just stared. Watching your legs move around in those stockings, your rear peeking from under the dress. He took a long sip and pushed the empty bottle off the bar .

“Oops”

“Oh!” You turned around to see the glass by your feet. “stay there ill get it” you got down on your knees and Shigaraki got up putting Father back on and rounding the bar to watch you. You were so careful with the glass, making sure it did not knick you or any pieces were left behind. And that dress, it was bunching up by your hips whenever you had to get on all fours to get the underside of the bar.

“What a nice ass.” His eyes widened realizing what he had said. Thank god Father was on his face because that was quite the idiotic slip up.

“Did you say something ?” You asked looking over your shoulder arching your back.

“Uh, no, carry on.” Shigaraki circled the bar again to sit back down and watch you.

••

With the bar done and shiny again you moved to the couch area looking at the clothes with hands on your hips. You looked over your shoulder at the man lounging on the bar, sitting sideways so he could see you, ankle over his knee and hand supporting his head.

“Do you have a laundry room?” You asked, tightening the bow on your back.

“Yes.”

“A basket?”

“Down the hall. First door.”

He watches you walk past him , heels clicking away. You were interesting, not once did you question anything, him. Did you know he broke the whiskey bottle on purpose? Or what he said? Either way, as long as he kept dusting things, you would have to keep coming back.

You returned with the basket to see him in the same spot waiting for you. With a huff the basket was set down by the large pile of clothes . You sat down criss cross next to the pile to load them up. The laundry was interesting to say the least, a dirty red coat , a dirty black coat, black shirts, pants, a few white shirts that looked like whoever was wearing them was really getting their money's worth, it looked like it was for a kid maybe early teens. And a plaid skirt along with a yellow sweater. You tilted your head getting up , basket at your hip.

“Uhm , Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Are you Shigaraki?”

His finger tapped on the bar . So you realized huh? He thought to himself. I wonder if this changes anything. Are you going to run? Beg me not to hurt you? I haven't even told Dabi or Himiko that you're here. The look on your face right now.. is priceless. Not terrified , but more surprised, curious. You must be asking yourself what the hell you walked in too. He smiled, removing Father from his face. “Yes, im Shigaraki. Welcome to my Hideout.”

You stepped back, the weight of the basket making your arm and hip ache. He got up walking towards you, the smirk never leaving his face. Gently he cupped your cheek, pinkie up. “ so what do you think about that?”

You gave him a smile and a light chuckle. “Is Mr Shigaraki okay? I wanted to know what to call you”

His smile got wider as he stroked your cheek with his thumb, his voice humorous. “That's fine , Maid.”

•••

And so started your new job , a Maid for the League Of Villains Leader Shigaraki. It was going to be an interesting few months. You had a lot of cleaning to do, and the events to come were something to really look forward too.

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part Fourteen of ??)

Hey everyone! I hope you’re all having a good New Year so far! I have a bit of an update after the chapter for y’all.

Edit: Oop! I forgot the link to Part One for any new people! My bad!

Tags (ily all!):  @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed @magi-minminxiii @rensphilia @a-dream-at-night @chloelikesobeyme @getbehindme-satan @theuglypugling @oofthelazyweeb @mammonismyfirstman (as always, if you’d like to be put on the tags list, juust let me know in a comment down below, or a DM)

Word Count: 1,961

TW: None? I’m pretty sure?

Mc didn’t know what she was expecting from the song Satan’s brothers pressured him to play, but a gorgeous melancholic love song was not it, though she should have guessed it was a love song from the title. She was entranced from the first couple notes, and the lyrics pulled her in further. They spoke of someone experiencing love for the first time, though they were afraid of their Love fading away and leaving them. She smiled at the cat lyrics, finding herself not surprised Satan would write about them. He seemed like a cat lover, though she had no real basis for the belief.

 Satan’s singing voice was just as nice as his speaking voice and she found herself impressed. It also held a lot of emotion, enough that she was surprised it didn’t affect his singing. Though she had never heard the song before, it seemed extremely familiar. Though, it was a fairly universal concept, so it probably just seemed she’d heard it before. She hadn’t realized she was crying until Mammon offered her a handkerchief. When he finished, everyone clapped, and he started on another song.

“I never thought I’d hear tha’ song again,” Mammon spoke to Mc in a low voice.

“Why?” she asked.

“Oh… Uhhh… Well, it’s about a lost love of his. Once she… disappeared… He played it one more time and then said he’d never play it again.” 

Mc felt her throat constrict a bit at the revelation, “He must be doing better then. When he got his next… lover, he probably started feeling better.”

“He… Uhhh... '' Mammon floundered for words, and Mc found herself eagerly awaiting his next words, “I don’ think he’s dated anyone before or since her. If nothin’ else, she is his firs’ and only love.”

“Did she hurt him?”

“Huh?”

“I just ask because I’ve seen a lot of people, well, humans, who had relationships go sour and closed themselves off emotionally. I was just wondering if that’s what happened to him.”

“Not… Not exactly… She was human and she… died…” Mammon seemed really anxious at this point, and Mc decided not to push the subject further.

A human? Really? Well, that adds another layer to the song. It’s the most permanent level of “leave” there is. He knew going into the relationship it would end. But… If she had been corrupted enough by him, wouldn’t she have gone to the Devildom? Then they could’ve been together… Does that mean she went to the Celestial Realm? Do I know her? Or… Did she get stuck as a wanderer? Either way, why would he play it now? Mammon said he’d sworn off playing it ever again… The questions swirled around in her head as she watched Satan play.

“Ooooo! Ooooo! My turn!”

“Asmo, you can’t play piano,” Satan sighed, already getting up.

“But I can play music off of my DDD now can’t I?” Asmodeus said, waltzing up to what had become a stage.

As Asmo scrolled through what Mc could only assume was his list of songs, Satan came and stood next to her. Mammon even moved over so he could. Mc gave him a small smile and then turned her attention back to Asmodeus, who was gushing about the song he’d found to sing. She was still thinking about all the unanswered questions she had when she felt a breath next to her ear “What did you think?”

Mc almost jumped, but instead found herself glued to her chair, “Of the song? Or your singing?”

“Hmmm… Both.”

“You play and sing wonderfully. The song was beautiful. I could really feel your emotions.”

“Thank you,” Mc felt Satan retreat back to a standing position, and she found she missed his presence.

A huff from the other side of the room caught her attention. Looking over, she caught the tailend of Michael watching Satan with narrowed eyes before turning back to Asmodeus. How strange.

When Asmodeus finished, Lucifer was both begged and forced to play by those in the room. While Mc had to admit he was definitely in a league all his own, she found herself preferring Satan’s playing to Lucifer’s. She cocked her head slightly at the realization.

“Excellent Lucifer! Just exquisite!” Diavolo boomed, giving the Avatar of Pride a standing ovation, “I can’t remember the last time I heard you play!”

“Well, it has been awhile,” Lucifer smiled. His pride seemed to have recovered enough he could properly interact with people again. Mc was happy she was able to avert a crisis, not interested in finding out how a brawl between Michael and Lucifer would go. Though… Would either of them actually get into a physical altercation?...

Mc was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t realize the brothers were leaving until they were all asking if she would come to the House of Lamentation at some point.

“... And I would love to paint your nails,” Asmo prattled on, grabbing her hands, “And I know the Devildom’s lack of light can make your skin lose some of its radiance, but I have a moisturizer that can help with that. Oh and-”

“Asmo, come on! Ya want Mc to come visit or not?” Mammon interrupted,

“Mammon, you don’t understand the nuances of keeping yourself looking perfect.”

“Uh, yes. I do. I’m a model. Ya been smellin’ too many of ya fancy products and it’s melted ya brain?”

“I think you’re thinking of yourself, though it was probably when you were trying to con those witches into buying acid, and you drank some.”

“Oi! How do ya know about that?”

“Ugh, there they go again,” a head rested itself on Mc’s shoulder, and she almost jumped until she saw who it was, “Seriously though Mc. You should come over.”

“Yeah. You’re even welcome to bring Luke,” the one brother who she hadn’t talked to added, “Barbatos told me he’s gotten even better at baking.”

“Of course I’ve gotten better at baking! I’m also very good at cooking too,” Luke said, having joined the conversation.

Mc watched at Beelzebub, which is who she figured he must be through the process of elimination, actually started drooling, “Does that mean you’re actually going to come over then?”

Luke smiled fondly, a look Mc wasn’t sure she’d have ever thought he could have for a demon, “If you’d like Beel, I could probably make that happen.”

Beel rushed over to Luke and pulled him into a huge hug. Belphegor removed himself from Mc, walking over to Beelzebub, “Beel, you need to let go of the chihuahua or he’s going to suffocate. Luke can’t make you food if he’s been squished.”

“I’m sorry. I hope these idiots haven’t been bothering you too much.”

“Not at all Lucifer. They were just inviting me over sometime.”

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head out,” Lucifer said, starting to gather his brothers.

“You are welcome anytime you want to come over,” Satan’s voice came from behind her.

“I… Thanks. I would really like that.”

“Satan! We’re leaving.”

“I’m coming Lucifer,” Satan called, rolling his eyes, then back to Mc with a smile, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Mc called after him.

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Mc sat in her room hours later, the events of the evening still running through her head. Though she knew Michael wouldn’t approve, she found herself much more at ease and even happier around them than she did around most angels. There was a non-judgmental kindness they all exuded (well, all except Lucifer) that made her feel like she belonged. She found herself excited about the prospect of spending more time with them at the House of Lamentation. She had to laugh a bit, the fact she didn’t fit in with the rest of the angels never more clear than it was now. 

Simeon had told her his time in the Devildom had been extremely enjoyable, the less structured lifestyles if the Devildom a welcome change from the Celestial Realm. She had read his work from that time and it was obvious he had felt a lot more creative in the Devildom, even though he had school responsibilities at the time. While she hadn’t doubted his words, she had always figured the change was mostly due to the fact he had been able to communicate with his lost brothers again. Now she understood what he had been talking about. 

Simeon generally gets along with the other angels too. What would they all say if they found out I prefer the company of the Fallen to them? Everything is just more natural with them. It’s almost like I already know who they are, as strange as that sounds. Especially Satan, though I’ve felt connected to him since I got his letter. Speaking of which, who was it that he mentioned? Lil… Lilly? Lillah? Lillian? Hmmm… I can’t remember. I do know I’ve never heard that name before. Whoever it was seemed to have a great impact on all of the brothers. It can’t be someone they Fell with. I’ve read all the literature about the Fall and I don’t recognize the name. Though there’s a lot about the Fall the Celestial Realm doesn’t talk about. But... Simeon’s also never mentioned anyone with that name before… Maybe it’s time for me to do some more research.

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Mc stretched, and checked the time on her DDD. She had been in Diavolo’s personal library for over three hours, and she still hadn’t found any mention of the mysterious “L” person. She found plenty of references to Lucifer though. It seemed he and his brothers had been instrumental in helping Diavolo establish order when the old King had started his slumber. What caused this slumber, why it happened, or if it would end was not covered. Mc wanted to research the topic further, but she couldn’t get distracted until she had answered her initial question.

There was a knock at the door, and Barbatos came in carrying a teacup on a saucer, “I thought you might be in here.”

“Oh, hello Barbatos.”

The butler entered the room, and set the tea down on the table Mc was studying at, “I thought you might like some tea.”

“I would actually, thank you. If you would like to, you can take a seat.”

“I suppose that’d be alright,” Barbatos smiled, and sat down in a chair. His eyes glided across the books strewn around Mc, “You’ve got some heavy reading here.”

“Well, I’m trying to figure something out,” Mc sighed, sipping her tea.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance?”

“Maybe, though I don’t remember what it is I’m looking for exactly,” Barbatos simply cocked his head slightly until she continued, “Satan was telling about… Well, a personal experience, and he mentioned someone. I don’t remember their name, but it was someone very close to all the brothers and they had passed away. I was just trying to figure out who it was.”

“You seem very interested in this person,” Barbatos’ tone wasn’t accusatory, but he seemed to expect and answer.

“... I guess I’m just trying to understand them better. Him better,” The last part slipped from Mc’s mouth easily, surprising even her.

“I think I may know who you’re talking about. If I’m correct, you won’t find any references to her in these books. It’s not my place to explain the situation to you however. You should probably go speak with the brothers about her…” the butler paused for a second before continuing, “I believe Michael also knows a lot about the situation, though he doesn’t know the full story,” with that, he got up and pushed his chair in, “I must continue with my duties, but I appreciate the short reprieve. Good night.”

“Night,” Mc called after him. Huh. Michael knows?

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Part Fifteen

 I wanted to let you all know that as it is January, ever since 2014 the first moth of the year has been terrible for me. So far, we are 3 days into 2021, and I have already gotten a near constant tooth ache meaning I’m going to have to go to the dentist, and have gotten sick. I don’t know what else this month has in store for me, but I just wanted to warn you all, if my updates get sporadic or short, that’s why 😬 

[djarinslover]

Good Boy

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader (no y/n)

Warnings: swearing, bdsm dynamic, dom/sub, oral (reader receiving), orgasm denial, office sex, semi public sex, SMUT

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Not my first fic, just first on Tumblr. And I’m a real subby woman, no dominate bone in my body (in the bedroom anyway) but there’s something about making a powerful grown man cry while on his knees that gives me a raging lady b0n3r oop. This was real fun to write, I hope people like it. Anyway. Maxwell Lord is a sub. A sub knows a sub lmaooo

Maxwell has been real bitchy lately. He’s been yelling at employees more than usual, being far too snippy with potential clients, cussing out business partners. Far worse, he was ignoring you. At work and at home. You could handle him ignoring you at work; you understood he would tune you out sometimes when you spoke. But at home crossed a line. He wasn’t the most affectionate person around but there were things the two of you did together. You missed it. He walked around like he had a stick up his ass (more than usual). You began to get grouchy as well because of his attitude, snapping at others. You were used to Maxwell’s moods; you’ve been working for him for five years and been his partner for two. You knew how he was and could be. You just didn’t understand what his problem was. He locked himself in his office at home, not coming to bed until long after you’re asleep, long gone when you awoke.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when you caught Maxwell bellowing at a new intern; a meek young woman with bright eyes and a passion for business. You had been copying files, checking your watch to see how much longer it would be until lunch. You then heard the voice of your lover, words unintelligible. Poking your head around the corner, you saw him in poor Melody’s face, his own face red and veins straining in his neck. She was trembling in front of him, tears pooling in her eyes. You never marched quicker to his side. You shoved yourself between him and the young woman, pushing on his chest to shove him back. His eyes widened, nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge. Your own eyes challenged him. With a huff, Maxwell stormed to his office.

“Are you okay?” You turned around to Melody, sympathy falling over your features.

“Uh, yeah . . . I’ll be okay,” she hiccupped, wiping away tears roughly.

“Go on break, take an extra thirty minutes.”

“Are you sure? Won’t he be angry?”

“I’ll deal with him. Go.”

She flashed a pinched, timid smile before hurrying off, binders clutched tightly to her chest. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. When you turned around, everyone who had been watching the incident quickly went back to work. Rolling your eyes, you marched to Maxwell’s office, copying be damned.

Stopping at Angela’s desk, you said, “Maxwell and I have a very important phone conference that popped up, make sure no one disturbs us.” She nodded, eyes not leaving her typewriter.

You didn’t even bother knocking, just swung the door open. Closing it behind you with a thud, you stood there, hands on hips and eyes narrowed. Maxwell’s head was in his hands, fingers gripping his hair tightly.

“Go away,” he grumbled.

“No, I’m sick of your shit lately,” you hissed. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I’m not talking about it here.”

“You talk about it now or you can find a hotel to sleep at tonight.”

With the thinly veiled threat, he lifted his head. He looked tired; drained from life. With a sigh, Maxwell sat back. “I don’t know. I’m so damned stressed, things aren’t working out how I would like.”

“That’s life. That doesn’t mean you get to take it out on poor interns.”

“I know.” A defeated sigh.

You walked closer to him, carefully like you were walking towards a deer. He was easily spooked and could be sucked back into a bad mood in any instant. Approaching the side of his chair, you swung your arms around his shoulders, hands kneading. He was extremely tense, letting out a groan at the pressure.

“Oh, honey,” you cooed.

Maxwell began to melt into your touch as you pressed harder in soothing circles. Eventually your hands reached his neck. One hand still on his shoulder, the other crawled to his throat, right under his jawline. A groan rumbled in the depths of his throat. You leaned in close to his ear, biting the lobe gently. “Do I need to take care of you?”

“Here?” he gasped, hands twitching on his desk.

“Will it help change your attitude?”

“Yesss.” It came out as a whimper.

Tightening your grip on his throat, you cooed again. “Why didn’t you just ask, pet?”

“I thought I didn’t need it, that I could handle it.”

“You know Mistress is always here for you. Stand up.”

He stumbled out of his chair, standing up straight with his gaze pointed at the door. “Strip.” At your command, his hands fumbled for his shirt buttons. Ripping his jacket off, followed by his shirt, he reached for his pants. Kicked his shoes off, pants and boxers falling down his legs, he turned to look at you. You beckoned him forward, away from the desk further into the empty space of the room. You walked around him, pretending to inspect him. His cock was beginning to get hard, flushing a light pink and jerking against his leg.

“Look at you, my pet. I haven’t even touched you and your cock is already begging for me,” you said, smacking his ass.

A whimper escaped him. You walked back around to look at his face, noticing his bright red cheeks. A sense of pride rushed through you. You loved that you could reduce such a man to a blushing mess. You came closer, one hand tweaking a nipple as the other ghosted over his cock. His throat tightened. You touched the slit, finger trailing down the most prominent vein to grab his balls. They were heavy and hot.

“Do you feel that? All this because you haven’t asked Mistress to fuck you in over two weeks. Do you know how that makes me feel?”

Silence. His eyes flickered down to yours before going back to staring at a spot over your head. 

“Answer me.”

“No, Mistress. How does it make you feel?”

“Disappointed, Maxwell.” Your touched pulled away from him so quickly, it was almost like you had been burned. “I promised I would take care of you and all the needs you had. Yet, you denied me and yourself. I’m hurt and disappointed.”

“How can I make it up to you, Mistress?”

You were quiet as you walked away, letting him fidget and think. Digging around the usually locked bottom drawer of his desk, you located the spare leash and collar you had stored away for occasions like this. Walking back to Maxwell, you noticed his hands were fisted into balls at his side, face scrunched up as he tried to hide any anxiety. You showed him the collar before locking it around his neck, tugging at the leash. His face flushed a deeper color, his dick looking equally as red as he dropped to his knees. Leash in hand, you began to walk back to his desk.

Plopping down on the desk, you motioned to him with a finger. “Come.”

He crawled to you, eyes hungry. You cocked your head, foot nudging his dick when he sat in front of you. He moaned, biting his bottom lip. The thought of you pressing a high heel to his exposed cock always turned him on. You could begin to feel your own arousal dripping in your panties, so you wiggled your skirt up over your hips and slid your panties down your legs. Maxwell pulled them the rest of the way off with his teeth, pressing his nose to the crotch. You watched him inhale the scent of your pussy before tugging the leash harshly. He dropped them, meeting your eyes.

“Mistress has been very frustrated with you. I’ve been getting myself off alone. You better make me cum, pet.”

Maxwell nodded eagerly, licking his lips like a starved man staring down a large meal. Considering the two of you haven’t had sex in quite a few weeks, he was starved for you. You let him squirm under you gaze as he stared at your pussy. Juices were coating your inner thigh, letting you and him know how excited you were.

“Eat me out.”

He dived up as fast as he could, tongue touching your clit instantly. You didn’t want to reward him with moans right off the bat, but it felt so good. You almost forgot how his mouth was the closest thing to heaven.

He lapped up the juice you were gushing for him, tongue reaching deep into your pussy, fingers rubbing your clit. He moaned, eyes fluttering up to look at your face. You had your bottom lip caught between your teeth, nails digging into your palm. He moaned again, tongue swirling in a way that had you crying out. You grabbed his hair to pull his face closer. He had the audacity to spell his name on your clit, lips sucking tightly as he went. Fingers reaching up inside of you to touch your g-spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Your thighs tightened around his head, the bottoms of your heels digging into his back. You were teetering over the edge, right there until he flicked your clit with his tongue as fingers rubbed that magical little nub inside you.

“Maxwell,” you whimpered as quietly as you could, hips thrusting onto his face.

With a groan, you came into his mouth, fireworks flickering behind your eyelids. His mouth moved gently, softly. 

“Fuck,” you groaned as Maxwell slurped the cum leaking out of you. He licked and sucked until you pushed his head away from overstimulation. You slumped back on your elbows, leash hanging loosely in your hand. You panted, eyes slightly out of focus as you licked your dry lips. That was a damn good orgasm.

You sat up, chest still heaving. Maxwell sat between your legs with bright eyes watching every move. You grabbed him by the chin. A smirk twisted your lips at the sight. He looked so desperate, so needy with glazed over eyes. You tapped a finger to his mouth, which dropped open to suck on it. You pulled it away as your grip tightened on his jaw. He kept his mouth open.

“Look at you, pet. So obedient,” you sighed, running a hand through the now very messy blond hair atop his head. Tugging it, you angled his head back. You spit in his mouth, watching the way his eyes rolled. “Swallow.” Eagerly, he did as you said, opening his mouth once more so you could see he listened. “Good boy. Such a good boy for me, Maxie.”

He sagged slightly in your hand as the praise sent a shiver down his spine. Leaning back so you could look at the erection he was sporting, you let go of him completely. The whine that left Maxwell’s throat thrilled you. You loved the sight before you. Maxwell Lord, a powerful, demanding, mean man with a large, famous company and even bigger ego was kneeling at your feet. Kneeling before you with your cum drying on his face, collar around his neck and precum practically oozing from his cock.

Jerking the leash, you motioned for him to stand. He leapt to his feet, moving to close the gap between the two of you. You let him; just this once without permission.  He didn’t touch you, he knew better. Just leaned in close enough for you to smell the cologne you bought him. Tugging him closer, you placed your lips by his ear. “Do you want to fuck me, pet?”

“Yes!” he cried, head jerking to lay in the crook of your neck. You smiled, running your nails down his back. “Yes, Mistress, please! I need you!”

You shoved at his chest, gesturing to his large office chair. “Sit,” you barked. He hurried to the chair, sitting with a straight spine. His cock was weeping, curling towards his soft belly. Straddling his thighs, you stroked his cock. He threw his head back with a cry, lip caught between his teeth. This was the first time in weeks you touched his dick. It must have felt wonderful. Not wanting to waste any more time, you pressed his head against your vagina. His cheeks flushed, eyes teary and pleading with you.

“Do you deserve it?’

“Yes, Mistress. I’ve been good.”

Picking up the discarded leash, you held it tight, making the collar push against his neck. “I disagree. You’ve been a brat lately. Being rude to employees, cussing out company partners. Not listening to me.” As you spoke, you slid down his cock slowly. So slowly you felt like you were punishing yourself. “I’ll let you fuck me, love. You don’t get to cum, though.’

He nodded, face tight with something that looked like pain. He yelped when you finally slid all the way down. He was throbbing inside you, dick twitching at every breath. You could tell he wanted to go wild; grab your hips and pump. Push you down and make you scream. He wanted you to know he was your good boy. “Please,” he whined, tears falling down his cheeks.

“Fuck me.”

His hands grabbed your hips, slamming his upwards as he pulled yours down. The moan that left your lips was a bit too loud but it left him yearning for more. He needed more of those sounds, needed you to cry for him so he knew he was doing a good job. Having you bounce on his cock in his office was nothing new, but today it felt different. More intimate somehow. Maybe it was because he had been neglecting himself, maybe it was because you were angry with him. He didn’t care, he just wanted to admire the way your tits looked still trapped in your shirt, moving with each thrust. He admired the way your eyes were clouded over with lust, lips curled into a smug smile. He admired the way your hair fell around your shoulders, sticking to your face with sweat. You looked like a goddess to him, the most precious thing in his life. It fueled him to thrust harder the longer he looked.

“Maxwe-ELL!” Your voice rose to a high pitch at a particular thrust to your g-spot. He was really giving it his all. Your hands clutched onto his shoulders, watching the way sweat dripped down his temple. You met his eyes, noting the fierceness in his pupils. He lunged up to kiss you as your eyes met, biting your lip with a growl. With an equally rough noise clawing out of your throat, you gripped his hair and tilted his head to the side so you could ravish his mouth. Tongue shoved deep inside, it was like you were trying to find what was left of your release in his mouth.

A sharp breath huffed out of his nose against your cheek, a signature sign he was close. You immediately removed your lips from his and lifted your hips, placing a hand on his throat. He stilled, eyes wide. “I cum first.” He nodded, slowly starting to move his hips again. You kept eye contact as the hand on his throat reached down to rub your clit, helping you get to your second release that was just around the corner. He let out a noise, eyes burning into your as he pulled out slow to shove in fast and deep. Between the new movement and your fingers on your clit, you began to sing. Not losing eye contact, your mouth opened to let out a loud cry. You quaked on top of Maxwell, legs shaking so hard you swore you almost pulled a muscle. As soon as you crossed the peak of the best orgasm in three weeks, you slumped against his chest. He was ever so slowly pumping into you, hands rubbing up and down your back. So considerate.

The sounds of his grunts became clearer as the fog lifted. You came out of the post orgasm blissed daze to realize Maxwell was close to cumming himself. You sucked your teeth, taking his wrists to pull his hands away from your hips. His hips stopped instantly, the whine leaving his throat so pitiful you almost gave mercy to him. Almost.

“Oh Maxwell, you didn’t think I was going to let you cum without permission, did you?”

“No, Mistress. Of course not. I’m sorry. May I cum, please? Please?”

“No.”

You slid off his cock, walking away. Rummaging around your purse, you found the bright pink circle. With a new pep to your step, you pranced back to Maxwell. Mean smirk on your lips, you attached the cock ring to his poor swollen, red cock. Looking at his face, you saw the tears streaming down, lip jutted in a pout. You placed a hand on his cheek, talking softly.

“This is your punishment for the rest of the day. You wear this to your next three meeting and dinner, Mistress will reward you.”

His lip trembled before he sighed. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.” You brushed away sweaty hair, bringing his head to lay on your chest. He nuzzled your breasts, burying his face between the two through your blouse. “And we will be having a talk about your attitude tonight.”

After a few minutes playing with his hair to help him calm down, the two of you dressed. You were fixing Maxwell’s tie when you felt his intense gaze on your face. Glancing up to look at him, you raised an eyebrow. He smiled, cupping your cheeks so you looked at him.

“I love you.”

You swore you could melt through the floor, you could fly with how light you felt. Maxwell barely said the L word (holidays and anniversaries aside), not even after a scene. Your heart was pounding in your throat, blood rushing to your cheeks. “I love you, too.”

“It’s adorable that you manage to feel embarrassed at three little words when five minutes ago you were making me cry.”

“It’s a talent,” you said with a grin. The words were still running through your head. They made you feel like you could conquer anything. Maxwell Lord loved you; that’s all you needed.

The two of you left his office, looking every bit professional as you did when you entered. You chatted in his ear about the next meeting he was going into and right before he entered the room, you grabbed his ass, squeezing hard. He didn’t jump (Maxwell never showed a reaction in front of other people) but he threw a glare over his shoulder. With a wink and a pat on his butt, you set him off to the meeting. Neither of you could wait for tonight.

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Part two here!

[wherearemyglassesbro]

How did each character get their vision in your Genshin Impact AU?

YEAHHH BABEY LETS GOOOO!!!

Some key terms so everyone can be included even if they haven’t played Genshin!

Visions: “The one thing that is known for certain is that Visions are conduits for their associated elements. However, the means by which Visions allow their wielders to harness elemental energy, and what is exchanged for this power, is a mystery.... When a god has deemed a person worthy of a Vision, there are two ways they can receive it: A new Vision appears before them in the blink of an eye, or an old Vision from a now-deceased person can be reawakened by resonating with someone else. It is also suggested that an active Vision can be abandoned and taken up by another person, but how exactly that works is unknown.” -the Genshin Wiki

Mondstadt: modeled after Germany

Liyue: modeled after China

Knights of favonious: an organization of knights within Mondstat, they act as peacekeepers! Helpful people!!

Hilichurls and Ruin Guards: common enemies found in the wild

Abyss Order: an organization of evil, fuzzy mages

The Fatui: all you really need to know about them is that they’re also an evil organization but...humans not monsters

Cryo: ice, Anemo: air(I realize I forgot this in the last post oops!), Geo: rock, Pyro: fire, Electro: lightning, Hydro: water, Dendro: nature

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Arthur(Dendro): Arthur never thought he’d get a vision. His oldest brother, Alastair, got a Pyro vison when he was 10. And his youngest brother Peter got an Anemo vision when he was 7. Arthur waited and waited and was totally convinced that he’d be visionless. But that’s fine! Plenty of people don’t have visions. His own parents and uncles didn’t even have visions! When Arthur left home at 17 to go to Mondstat to study, his travels were extremely lonely. He had to walk the whole way there, living with just the clothes on his back and a rickity tent to sleep in. He lost motivation about halfway through his trip, breaking down crying beside a big, mossy rock. The Dendro Archon pitied him and slipped a vision into his hand while he rubbed his face. The moss from the rock settled around his shoulders to hug him...And he was just...overcome with joyful sobs. The fact that the Dendro Archon had so much faith in him??? Wow...That’s what kept him going all the way to Mondstat, trudging up the stone steps to collapse on the smooth stairs of the Knights of Favonious’s Headquarters. He’s worked for them since then, receiving tutoring and now working full time as a translator :) since he received his vision, he’s grown leaves out of his head and his freckles turned green. He was born with snake eyes :)

Alfred(Pyro): Alfred and Matthew got their visions the same day. The two were allowed to go adventuring by their parents. They could go anywhere they want as long as they got home bedore dinner time! Alfred, the more energetic of the two, would always run ahead and drag Matt around to new, interesting outside their city. They often went to play on nearby ancient ruins, digging up old artifacts and playing with broken swords they found in the dirt. But one day, they stumbled upon a ruin guard. The machine sat, covered in vines. They assumed it was no longer in service and Matt climbed on top of it to try to pry the head open but uhhh it came to life and literally tried to kill them. It threw the twins hard against a wall and it crumbled, falling on top of them. The gods saw what happened and froze time for a few seconds to place visions into their hands. Alfred woke up very scared but this new power...was reassuring. He realized the gods were on their side! That was the best day of his life. He still goes on adventures! That day inspired him to keep going and to help others :)

Matthew(Anemo): Matthew received his vision at the same time as Alfred. The two were in a great deal of danger and the gods really did take pity upon them. But the Pyro Archon did not think that Matthew would be a good candidate for a Pyro vision. So the Anemo Archon stepped in and bestowed an Anemo vision upon the older twin. Matt was quite literally blown away by his own newfound ability to wield the wind. Together, the twins were able to create a fire tornado which blew the ruin guard off its feet, giving them enough time to sprint away. The slow, rusty beast unable to follow. That day was pretty traumatic for Matt because....he almost died....But hes grown so much since then. The twins were only 12 when they got their visions. He still has no desire for hand to hand combat, that’s why he practices alchemy :)

Francis(Hydro): I find every excuse to bring Jeanne into my AUs just to give Francis some spicy trauma (that’s a joke please don’t come at me). Francis was visionless but Jeanne was gifted her Vision from the Hydro Archon when she was 10. Jeanne was noble, loyal, helpful and kind. The Hydro Archon thought she was worthy of their power! Jeanne got very sick when she was 12 and her condition worsened until she peacefully passed when she was 15. Francis was ruined by her death. Her parents have him her vison. It died with her but carrying it with him and hearing the little bell on the end jingle was comforting. The following year, on the anniversary of her death, he sat under the moonlight singing her favorite song. The Hydro Archon’s heart broke for him and as he sang, they deactivated the vision. Francis cradled it in his hands and cried, his tears dripping down his face to collect in a small floating pool over the ground. In her honor, he learned to artfully wield water, having it swirl around him and his crew while they performed. Even though he knows the Hydro Archon brought it back for him, he likes to believe that Jeanne is providing him with strength and support from beyond :’)

Ivan(Cryo): Ivan has been a nomad almost his entire life. He travels all around to study hilichurls and their way of life. He’s lived with tribes of hilichurls, learned to write and speak their language, learned their style of finger paintings and carvings, cooked with them...Hes participated in almost all aspects of hilichurl life and in return, he provides them with plenty of boar meat and protection. He lived with a tribe in Dragonspine, the coldest area in all of Mondstat, and despite frostbite nipping at his fingers, he’d still go out of his way to hunt for the tribe. While hunting, he saw a saw a dull blue blinking under the snow. He stuck his hand down there and found a woman who had frozen to death. Her ghost greeted him and assured him that she wouldn’t hurt him. She explained that she’d been missing for years and thanked him for finally finding her. She gave him her Cryo vision and he went down the mountain to get others to come back with him to retrieve her so she could be properly buried at the Church of Mondstat where she belonged. Now Ivan can shatter ice at his own will, the woman had been very weak with her vison but he built it up to be stronger and work with his own style of fighting and living. When he lives with tribes in warmer areas, he makes popsicles for the hilichurls so they can cool down :D

Yao(Dendro): Yao grew up waaaay outside of Liyue Harbor. He wasn’t rich but he wasn’t poor. His grandparents had a silk flower farm where they just grew tons of silk flowers, even making their own perfumes too. Yao’s parents inhereted the land when they got married and intended for Yao to carry on the legacy of the Wang family perfumery but the Fatui seized the land and kicked the Wang family off of it. His grandparents passed and his parents retired to Qingce Village to live out the rest of their years peacefully. They offered for Yao to come but he refused, wanting to return their name to its rightful glory! He worked in many shops as a delivery boy, cleaned the streets, took commissions for deliveries outside of Liyue Harbor. He worked HARD in order to buy a shop right in the center of the city. The Dendro Archon admired his perseverance despite him being so young! And while he slept, he reactivated Yao’s grandmother’s Dendro vision, leaving it on the pillow next to his head. Yao nearly passed out when he woke up and saw it!! It was the surprise of a lifetime! He ran as fast as he could until he was out of the city, standing on one of the rocky hills overlooking Liyue Harbor. He held his grandma’s jade polearm in his hands and slammed it into the rocks, screaming joyfully as they split and vines rose up around him, flying every which and cracking like whips! He’d learn to control the power passed down to him and make his grandparents proud :’)

Kiku(Electro): Kiku’s father is a badass. He lost his eye in battle and keeps his vision orb in his eye socket. So he has one, normal brown eye and one bright purple eye with the Electro symbol in it. If that isn’t intimidating....I don’t know what would be. Kiku always wanted to be like him, his father is his role model. He doesn’t have a mom so his dad raised him to be a badass but...a more subtle badass. Kiku’s family was apparently full of Electro vision wielders so he hoped he would get one too! His father told him about his uncles and grandparents having Electro visions and how they worked together as an unstoppable team! The way Kiku earned his vision...Was not what he had in mind. He worked as a patrol soldier when he was 18, making sure the border of his country was safe. He and 12 others were approached by Fatui guards and pretty much....slaughtered. Kiku’s close friend had gotten his Vision when he was 8 after inheriting it from his great grandmother. It was apparent that his friend wouldn’t make it. After a tearful goodbye, his friend passed his Vision onto him. Kiku wears his vision proudly, a symbol of eternal trust and friendship. Kiku now works with the Fatui, profiting of off their greed more than even they know. He hates them but by working with them, he’s keeping the locals safe.

Lovino(Pyro): Lovi’s story is kinda sad. Grandpa Roma’s vision was meant to be his because he’s the first born grandson but the vision rejected him. It never turned on. Lovino became so frustrated that he passed it over to Feli...And it came to life within a week. Lovino felt betrayed, angry and resentful towards his brother. It wasn’t fair!!! How could this happen? So instead, Lovi rejected the Hydro Archon and built a shrine for the Pyro Archon. He made offerings of flowers, stew, chili peppers, wine, anything he could get his hands on. He sat in saunas to develop a tolerance for heat and trained until he was almos passed out. He prayed and did everything he could to get the Pyro Archons attention but still, he didn’t get a vision. By now, Feli had his own vision for three years and was mastering archery. Lovino had enough. He gathered twigs and weeds, stomping out into a clearing “Hey! I know you can hear me! What do I have to do to prove myself to you? I’ve done everything I can! Are you too afraid to give it to me? Huh??? Pussy! Fucking let me-“ uh oh. Now the Pyro Archon was mad. They decided to give him a chance, they could always take it away or kill him if he failed. The vision appeared in his palm and the weeds in his hands burst into flames. He screamed in agony, his arms on fire now. He kept off of a nearby cliff down into the ocean to put out the flames....but he had it. A vision...He’s been ruthless since then. Owning a flower shop and kicking ruin guards asses when they stomp around in the flower fields

Feliciano(Hydro): Feli has always felt guilty about his vision. It was meant to be Lovino’s but it awakened for him instead. He trained when Lovi wasn’t around, everything he did was subtle and quiet because every glimpse of his vision angered his brother. Feli didn’t want that, he wanted them to be close again :( he got lonely when his brother was gone and sound talk to his Vision the way he used to talk to Grandpa Roma. He’s grateful that he received his grandpas vison though!! It was very powerful when it was with Roma but with Feli, it’s significantly weaker because he just doesn’t have the same battle experience. He doesn’t even want it anyway. He is a peaceful guy who enjoys archery and singing in the church choir :) he has no desire for violence the way his brother does.

Ludwig(Geo): Ludwig inherited his fathers vision. He’s still alive but after losing an arm while on knight duty, he retired and gave his vision to Ludwig. The vision easily accepted Lud as its new owner, glowing brightly every time he touched it. The Geo Archon likes strong, loyal and intelligent people and Lud perfectly fits those preferences. Lud was 18 when he got his father’s vision so by now he had already been a knight in training for the knights of favonious! After intense training and an obscene amount of testing, he became a full blown knight capable of fighting monsters when need be. He’s very respected by the civilians of Mondstat and truly makes his father proud.

Gilbert(Pyro): Gilbert has broken many laws in his time and breaking into a very dangerous ruin was probably the best thing he ever did. He found tons of crispy, burnt skeletons in there and lots of fire flowers who spat sparks at him as he walked by. In a bigger flower...He saw a glint and thought ‘Aw yeah!! There’s a gemstone in there! That’s gonna be worth so much money!!!’ So he stuck his hand right into the smoldering flower, getting 4th degree burns as he ripped an ancient vision out of it. The thing had to be centuries old. It’s gold casing was bent and covered in dried blood both Gil’s and whoever else had owned it before. When the vison came to life in his hand, he could feel tbe the energy within was very old... it was later determined that it was likely one of the first batch of visions gifted to the human race by the Archons! Historians tried to buy it from him. It for once, Gil set his greed aside and kept the vison for himself! The vision radiated happy energy at that so he assumed that it was happy he kept it

Please ignore the spelling errors or I will barf 🙂

[themysteriousphoenix]

Find Your Destiny

Oops....I wrote the days out of order. I forgot to do day 4 and went right on to day 5. So, you get day 5 today and day 4 tomorrow. I figured you would all be okay with that. *shrugs*

Day 5: Find Your Destiny (Found Family/Anti-Villain)

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Pulling her deep purple cloak more tightly around her shoulders, Queenie Goldstein sat on the cold, cement step of a townhouse. The windows were dark and the air around her was chilled. Tiny flecks of snow swirled around her as she sat, but she paid them no mind as they fell into her golden curls, melting on contact. The witch was watching through the windows of the townhouse across the street where the lights in the windows were shining brightly, illuminating the sidewalk below. A small menorah had been placed in the corner of the window, seven of the eight candles lit and shining brightly.

Had she lit her candles alone this year, or had she asked someone to join her?

Queenie pulled her wand out with a shaky hand and tapped it to the top of her head, hard. The feeling of something slimy and cold made its way from her head down, throughout her body. She couldn’t risk being seen, especially by her sister. She had to be careful, Gellert didn’t know she had come tonight. She sighed as she bit her lip absently. He would know soon enough, she was sure.

Within the windows sat the people who meant most to her in the world. Her sister, the only family she truly had left. Her thoughts were the easiest to read after years of practice. Even at this distance, she could hear her clearly without trying. She was happy, content...in love. It wasn’t hard to see why.

Newt adored her. He sat to her left, his right arm draped casually across the back of her chair. His thoughts were swirling quickly, bouncing from one idea to the next in the rapid fashion she was used to hearing from him. What surprised her was how her sister’s name was intertwined with every thought he had. She smiled sadly as she read him. He adored her sister, and she was happy for them. Her chest tightened as she heard a stray thought filter through his mind.

Ring...engagement...love...wedding...Tina…

He would ask her soon. She knew it would happen eventually. Between his letters and his disappointment after finding Tina was not with her when she brought Jacob to London, she knew he cared. She knew her sister cared as well, she had listened to her growing feelings for months before feeling the heartbreak that had been caused by a ridiculous magazine article. She was glad they had worked things out, that they made each other happy. She needed Tina to be happy, and she knew she would be if she had him at her side.

The man across the table was someone she hadn’t seen before. He seemed familiar somehow, but she knew she had never met him. This must be Theseus. He had to be Newt’s brother, they shared enough features and similarities. He was family at least, Queenie could tell that much. She struggled with his thoughts. They were hard to grasp, quiet and flowing, protected. The accent didn’t help. She didn’t know him and had a hard time grasping his lines of thought at this distance. He had a kind aura, though. He sipped a glass of red wine then laughed at something that had been said, his solid hand coming up to clap the shoulder of the man at his left.

Jacob.

Her hands clenching, Queenie felt tears gathering on her lashes, one slowly falling down her pink cheek. Jacob. He had been her everything. Was her everything. She had tried so hard to make it work and had still lost him. She had walked through fire for him and he refused to follow. He called her crazy, but she was only crazy for him. He just couldn’t see it, how much he meant to her. How much love they could have together if he would only give things a chance. Now… Queenie was lost, forgotten as this new family met together for a warm Christmas dinner while she, Queenie, sat alone and freezing on the cement step of an abandoned townhouse. Tears flowed freely now as Queenie tried to hold back her sobs. They couldn’t hear her, it would be disastrous. She couldn’t be found, if they knew…

Gulping breaths of cold air, Queenie willed herself to calm down. She wasn’t sure why she came here. She couldn’t see them, couldn’t go to them. They wouldn’t forgive her anyway, especially now that she had kept her secret from them for so long. She had to continue the fight for what was right. She had to right the wrongs of her Government, she had to be free to live a life with Jacob, safely. She needed to finish what she had started, make them see that it was the only way to be truly free. With him, with their children someday. Gellert had promised her freedom and happiness, and she had to trust him now.

The group laughed deeply at something Tina had said and Queenie saw Newt slide his arm around her shoulders, squeezing affectionately. Jacob held up a glad of wine, grinning happily and saying something to the group before raising his crystal goblet in salute before drinking the last of the red liquid in a single gulp. He was smiling, laughing...and he was not thinking of Queenie. Hadn’t thought of her once since she had arrived. Tina had, briefly, but Jacob hadn’t.

Queenie’s eyes squeezed shut, tears splashing onto her cheeks and running down, down, down before dripping from her jaw. Why had she come, she wondered. It seemed like a good idea when she had snuck out of headquarters an hour ago. She just hadn’t thought that they would have forgotten her so quickly, that they would be happy without her there.

Had she expected them to be mourning her, the loss of her presence? Had she believed that their lives would stop without her there? She supposed that the idea didn’t make sense. Their lives would go on, grow, evolve...but she felt like she was in limbo, between one chapter and another, unmoving. She knew what her next chapter would be now, and she knew that she would have to face it alone. The thought made her sick to her stomach and she muffled the sobs that came, willing her emotions to wait until she was in the safety of her room.

Pushing herself up with difficulty, she stood on the sidewalk, taking one last look at the people she loved through the frost-edged window. She began to walk down the sidewalk, away from the light, her hand curled protectively around her swollen abdomen. She wouldn’t tell Jacob. He would hate her for keeping this from him for so long. Someday, she would make this right and they could be together. The three of them. For now, she would walk back through the dark. Alone. This was her life now, this was what she had chosen. For the greater good.

[malumsmermaid]

New Year’s Eve Party (CH)

Eleventh hour NYE smut coming right at you, oops. Happy New Year friends!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut, male & female receiving oral, also some softness between the two

Calum x Reader

It was nearing midnight, your friend who you were supposed to be driving home at the end of the party having slipped away from the dance floor ages ago with a handsome dark-haired man. At other parties, this would’ve been fine, however, at this one you didn’t know anyone else, having only met one of the hosts, Roy, for half a second when you came in, surrendering your jacket. The other host, Calum, only remained a name, though it had become increasingly familiar to you through the week leading up to the party, your friend insisting that you had to meet him. But without her around to make introductions, you found yourself at the edge of the dance floor, hand tight on your glass of water as you listened to the music that was shaking the floor. You were aware of a new presence at your back, hovering just slightly behind you as you swayed with the music.

“Need another drink?” The presence asked and you spun around to face him.

You barely manage to swallow down the gasp that threatened to escape your lips as you recognized him as the guy you had been exchanging fleeting glances with all night. You look down at your near empty glass before looking back up at him, “I, uh, I’m supposed to be driving my friend home tonight.”

He smiled, hand reaching for the glass, “Water is still a drink, isn’t it?”

You giggled shyly, nodding, surrendering the glass to him. He hummed, taking your free hand as he walked towards the kitchen, the crowd parting for the two of you as he moved through. Once in the kitchen he went into the fridge, fixing your new glass of water, handing it over before fixing himself a glass too. He walked over, joining you in leaning against the counter, “So, where is your friend you’re supposed to be here with?” He asked, dark brown eyes taking you in over the rim of his glass.

You shrug, answering, “She disappeared with her favorite fuck buddy about an hour or so ago. Still only know his face, not his name, she may have told me a while back and I just forgot though. But I know when it’s him she’s telling me about, pretty sure she thinks he hung the moon or something.”

His laugh was quickly becoming your favorite sound of the evening, the dark man having to set his water down as he doubled over, eyes crinkling with the joy that overtook his body. He stood upright again, still fighting down laughter as he managed, “Either you two don’t live together or your friend has very low standards…considering you have no recollection of Mr. Hung the Moon’s real name.”

You giggled, face heating just the slightest bit before you answered, “No, we found out first year of school that we may be great friends but we’re god awful roommates.”

He nodded, smile on his face still bright as he took a sip of water, scooting closer, arm brushing against yours. You both stood in the kitchen in a comfortable silence, drinking your water, trying to ignore your heart racing as you both slowly leaned closer to each other.

You heard the clink of his glass as he set it down on the counter, turning to face him as he lightly gripped your wrist, “So,” he rasped, carefully stepping closer, “how much longer are the two of us going to ignore that we’ve been checking each other out all night? ‘Cause I don’t know how much impulse control I’ve got left.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at his statement, taking a moment to try to compose yourself, his hand reaching back to scratch the back of his head as he looked away, his cheeks turning pink as he licked his lips. You chewed your lip for a moment, before reaching up, pulling his hand back down as you stood up on your tip toes, lips landing on his cheek. He grinned, pulling you to his chest and leaning down to give you a kiss, his lips easily melting against yours. A sigh escaped you as he pulled away, and he grinned, giving your cheek a peck as well before pulling you through the party again. You trusted him as he led the way down the hallway, ignoring the several pairs of people leaning against the walls, focus only on the man holding your hand as he opened a door confidently, quickly shutting it behind him before flipping on a lamp.

You gasped when you realized he’d brought you into someone’s bedroom and not some hall bathroom. Your eyes were wide as you asked softly, “Do you know whose room this is?”

He smiled at the genuine curiosity in your voice nodding as he answered, “Yeah, trust me, he won’t mind.”

You hummed doubtfully before he captured your lips in his again, hand cupping your face as he walked you towards the bed, letting you lay back on the mattress without pulling out of the kiss. His knees rested on either side of you on the bed when he pulled away, brown eyes searching yours, “I mean, if you’re not fine with it, it’s cool, but it’s really—“

You silenced him with another kiss, fingers trying to find a grip on the short strands of his blue hair. He hummed in satisfaction, pulling you closer to him as you allowed his tongue past your lips. You could feel a vibration from a groan rising from his throat your body melting in his grasp.

You both pulled apart, working together to get his shirt unbuttoned and off his shoulders. He tossed it to the end of the bed, brown eyes giving you a quick glance as his hands hovered over the hem of your shirt. You smiled, nodding at him, lifting your arms as he tugged it off. You both made quick work of the rest of your clothes, eyes drinking the other in once you were both rid of your clothes. His already pillowy lips were kiss swollen but he couldn’t seem to get enough, leaning down for another, gentler kiss. You could feel yourself smiling, enjoying the contrast of the roughness of his hand but the gentleness he was holding you with. He pulled away, humming to himself before reaching a hand up, pad of his thumb swirling over your nipple before he pinched it, giving the other the same treatment. You didn’t really react until he replaced his thumb with his lips, tongue swirling over the peaking skin as he tried a gentle suck, teeth grazing against the tip. You gasped as he pulled away, hands trying to push him back down, and he laughed softly, just moving over to the other.

“Fuck,” you breathed, holding his head to your chest. You could feel the smile he had on against you and you whispered shyly, “Could you…y’know?”

He pulled off with a soft, slightly exaggerated pop, “Eat you out? It would be my pleasure.” He answered, smile pushing up his cheeks again.

You blushed but nodded and he gave you another quick kiss before settling you on the bed properly, crawling between your legs, pulling them over his shoulders. His eyes were warm in the lamplight and you hummed, watching as he slowly trailed his lips from your knees down your inner thighs. You shivered as you realized he knew exactly what he was doing, your lip going between your teeth as he finally spread you open for him, a slight whine falling from him.

“S’pretty,” he managed, “all for me tonight, huh, love?”

You nodded, heels digging into his back just slightly in anticipation. He grinned, pressing in closer, your hips bucking upwards toward him as he ran his tongue between your folds. He was more eager than you had anticipated, harsh noises filling the room as he worked you over with just his mouth, his hands occupied with holding your hips down. He had you believing his mouth was made for this, lips sucking at your clit as one hand ventured down from your hip, running a single finger through you before it circled your entrance, slowly pushing in. You hummed, eyes slipping closed as he continued working you up to your high, second finger joining the first as he pushed both in deeper.

“Fuck, there, there,” you whimpered, both his fingers finding your spot.

It almost seemed he had noticed in the fraction of a second before you said anything, fingers curling inside you repeatedly now, pulling you over the edge. You cried out as you fell apart, thighs wrapping tightly around his head as he worked you through, tongue replacing his fingers as he took everything you gave him. He took his time pulling away, finally removing your legs from his shoulders, placing them gently against the mattress before crawling over you. You sighed into the kiss he gave you, eyes staying closed, though you could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. He pulled away for a moment, trying to get his breath back, and you smiled up at him, eyes opening as you slowly reached down, collecting the beads leaking from his tip. He shivered, his own eyes fluttering open to watch you. You placed your finger in your mouth, tongue swirling over it momentarily as you did your best to maintain eye contact with him, before busting out in a fit of giggles not used to being like this, especially with a stranger, pulling your finger away from your lips as you tried to regain control of yourself.

His smile comforted you, his own laugh joining yours. He gave you another kiss, smiling as you moved out from under him, eyes silently asking him if you could return the favor.

He nodded in answer, both of you rising from the bed. You crouched in front of him, peppering kisses up his thighs before taking hold of him, pressing a soft kiss to his tip before slowly beginning to ease him into your mouth. You looked up at him, his pretty lips parted as you flicked his tip with your tongue, brown eyes wide as your finger traced his vein, but he held still for you, seeming to know that you needed to get used to him.

You bobbed your head along his shaft at a steady pace once you were ready, your eyes slipping closed at the feeling of his hand pushing your hair out of your face. You tilted your head into his touch as you took him all the way this time and he gasped, pulling back from you. “Fuck, angel, too good.” He breathed, helping you to your feet. He pecked your lips several times, his breathing shallow. “Need to feel you.” He added, and you nodded, quickly getting back on the bed as he dug into the bedside table.

His continual use of pet names reminded you that neither of you had introduced yourselves, but you had a feeling that you’d learn before you left. You didn’t even care if your friend would forget to introduce you to Calum before you left for the night. The chemistry you’d shared with this particular guy was enough to leave you wanting to know him more, at a later time.

He’d rolled a condom over his length, climbing over you before his gaze cast to the clock on top of the table. A grin fell over his face, leaning down as he whispered, “Ride me into the new year?”

You hummed, reading the clock…11:58. You nodded, the two of you flipping positions. “Gonna take care of you too, promise.” He said, watching as you lined yourself up with him.

You nodded, believing his statement as you sunk down on him. You both groaned, holding onto each other as you both adjusted. You began bouncing on him, fingers grabbing the headboard for balance as he dipped his head down, wrapping his lips around your nipple again, giving it the same treatment from before as his finger found your clit. You picked up the pace, whimpering slightly as you felt him shift under you just slightly.

Soon enough you could hear the beginning of the countdown sounding from the main room, all the voices in the house coming together in the same moment. He already had you close and the look on his face told you he was too. He thrusted up into you in time with the countdown, both of you counting down in your own little celebration. Both of you fell over the edge, collapsing into each other as everyone shouted “Happy New Year!”

You smiled as he tilted your head up for a kiss, both of you coming down from your highs. His hand rubbed your back, both of you smiling as you tucked yourself into his chest. You were both broken from your little world by the cheering and music devolving back into chatter. He sighed softly, giving you another kiss before whispering, “Guess we better rejoin the party, find our friends and wish them a happy new year too, huh?”

You nodded, allowing him to carry you into the bathroom to clean up. You both helped each other, making sure you were both presentable before he lead you to the sliding glass door, pushing away the curtain and flicking the lock so he could open it into the garden. You walked out, waiting as he slid the door closed behind him. He joined you on the patio and you both stood there, leaning on each other for a moment before both pulling out your phones, offering them to each other at the same time, dissolving into quiet giggles again.

You took his phone as he did the same with yours, entering your number into a new contact as he did the same. You were surprised when he leaned down, his lips against your forehead as the camera went off, but a smile was on your face all the same. He smiled too, saving his information just as two more people came outside, both calling, “Calum!!! Y/N!!!! There you guys are!”

You both jumped, looking up at each other, shock on both your faces as you said, “Wait…you’re…that’s you?”

Suddenly the chill of the midnight air didn’t bother you as you pressed closer to Calum, the taller man pulling you against him, protecting you from the questioning look on each of your friends’ faces.

“Glad to see you two met without us there to introduce you,” the raven haired man stated, hazel eyes glittering with mischief as he pulled your friend closer to him.

She let out a giggle, leaning on him, about to say something, but a single finger to her lips from him had her swallowing her thought, eyes wide as she looked up at him. He simply smiled, giving her a kiss as Calum narrowed his eyes.

“Y’know, Ash, would’ve been nice if you’d introduced us before you disappeared on me, would’ve spent a lot less time staring across the room at her.”

Ashton just smiled in response, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Calum shook his head at his friend, holding you to his side as he mumbled, “I gotta say goodbye to people, find somewhere to crash, you’re helping me and Roy clean up tomorrow.”

Ashton smirked as he pulled your friend away with him, you staying with Calum without protest. “Happy New Year!” Your friend called over her shoulder, smiling as the four of you separated.

Calum laughed softly, meeting your gaze, both of you whispering, “Happy New Year,” sharing one last kiss before going inside.

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[elitparadox]

Life Goes On~ (Pt. 3)

Description: you suddenly appear in haikyuu after watching the show for weeks now, and you’re trying to find a way out after learning from these talented characters. you weren’t meant to fall in love with any of them, but with osamu’s alluring formosity and talent, you can’t help but rethink your life that has led up to this exact moment.

Genre: fluff, slight crack, slow burn

feat: miya osamu x f!reader

word count: 1.3k

status: ongoing

parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Then it hits you. Time. You never thought about it, yet now another wave of panic is crashing down on you, more insistent this time. What about my family? They'll go crazy! And when I finally get back, they'll- *you start mentally sniffling* -they might forget me! And I won't have any food! I'll be homeless! what am I going to do what am I going to do what am I going to-

"Um, hello?" Osamu interrupts your thoughts, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“Ah, sorry. But we should be sleeping... anyways… good night!”

You curl into a ball, the cold air still reaching your body despite the blankets.

“Ok. Night!” Osamu sighs, trudging to another bedroom.

You try to sleep, but a hurricane of convoluted thoughts swirl throughout your mind, devastating every morally supportive reminder as you contemplate if you should retrace your steps. You count sheep, like a totally normal person would when sleep doesn’t come to them, but it doesn’t work. Then you remember how you would usually go outside, nature doing its job for you.

You slip out of the apartment, trying to stay as quiet as you can.

That doesn’t happen, obviously.

“Ow!” You swear as you bump into a sharp edge on the counter near the exit door.

The door slams closed, almost on your bare foot.

“How graceful.” You walk up the apartment stairs, reaching a latch leading to the top. As you open it, the sudden wind nearly topples you off your feet like a harsh admonishment to stay away.

“Wow. It’s cold up here. I mean, of course it would be.”

The cold washes over your body as a layer- frigid instead of warm. You shiver, your body temperature seeming to slowly decrease by the second. But the stars shine light upon you like a spotlight, but even better. It was a burst of temporary happiness and ideas.

You walk toward the edge of the balcony deck, leaning onto the parapet.

“Life goes on, and every second matters. But, I need to find a way out of here. How am I going to stay? I don’t even know how I got here. This is just great. I don’t want to depend on anyone ‘cuz i feel like i need to owe-”

You don’t realize you’re muttering sleepily to yourself until a voice behind you makes you jump literally five feet in the air.

“Why are you up here?”

You whip around to find Osamu standing there, and you let out a sigh of relief because you were actually expecting a janitor to say this.

“Um, well, long story short- I couldn’t sleep.”

He looks back and forth at your dreamy visage and your shivering self. 

“You’re going to catch a cold. Jus’ come inside.”

Without responding, you turn back toward the night sky with its brilliant stars illuminating the bright bustling city below. The whispering wind blows loose strands of your somehow silky hair across your face, and with the surprisingly calming feeling radiating from osamu, you fall asleep, your head nestled in your folded arms. (and osamu has to give you a piggyback down the stairs into his bedroom btw absolutely nothing nasty happens)

The morning settles over you slowly like the unfolding blatant truth. Rubbing your eyes and sitting up, you look around, unable to believe that you’re not in your room, because you half-expected that what happened before was all a dream, except you can’t dream a dream in a dream.

So, you know the usual morning routine, you get out of bed, brush your teeth, get dressed, and figure a way out of here (which isn’t what you would normally do, but change of plans..)

It was then you noticed Osamu cooking some other delicacy in the kitchen.

Your heart softens like syrup on waffles, because never before had anyone done this for a stranger like you, and you say “Samu, you don’t have to do all this for ME. don’t you have bigger fish to fry? Besides i have to find a way out- i mean, leave soon-”

“OK, but do you know where you’re going? You seem new to this town…”

You gulped. Your ideas for returning home seemed futile now. You couldn’t wait forever, you didn’t have any way to travel back, and, for the sake of osamu, you couldn’t stay in his apartment for as long as you had to (which could be years)!

Please let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream. Please-

Osamu chuckles slightly while frying eggs on a pan, pulling you out of your thoughts. “You don’t know, don’t you?”

“Like I said…” And, too mentally exhausted for lies, you reiterate how you were brought here.

As you catch your breath, you look at Osamu. Is that amusement in his eyes?

“No, seriously! That’s legit what happened, okay? Why would I lie about this?” You insist, frustration clawing its way up your stomach.

He seems thoughtful for a silent minute. “No idea. You don’t seem to be lying… but should I take you to the therapist? I think they could help. By the way, what’s your name? I can’t believe I forgot to ask you this.”

“Y/N. And I don’t need to go to the therapist! I’m telling you, this is what happened! And I don’t know where I’m going to stay for possibly the rest of my life!”

You sigh, the frustration already kindling a fire in your eyes, slumping down on the couch.

“Hey.” The previous glint in his eyes disappear like mist as he strides in long graceful steps toward you (after turning down the cooktop temperature) “Jus’ calm down already. I’ll help ya if ya need it. Besides, would staying in my apartment really hurt ya?”

“Okay..” you say slowly because you’re trying not to think about the way his hand is surprisingly on your shoulder. “But only if you can help me with volleyball.”

To spend the time, you think silently.

The look on Osamu’s face was priceless. Actually, it wasn’t. Because his expression was as blank as a fresh sheet of paper.

“What?” He asked like I’d just sprouted two heads.

“What do you mean what? Is it so wrong that I ask you for volleyball help when you’re an awesome spiker in Inarizaki?”

Oop. Major oop.

“How do you know that I’m in-”

“Ok okokokkkkkkk” You drag out the word, trying to think of an excuse during these seconds.

“Welp.. we’re near Inarizaki High, so isn’t it obvious that every high schooler from this neighborhood goes there?”

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. “Oh yeah. Sorry.”

Realizing something else, he adds, “But didn’t you say that you don’t come from here?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot to mention, you’re part of a popular TV series”

“What?”

Now you’re starting to think he’s a total dumbass like his brother. “I said what I said.”

“Okay. I don’t believe ya, but sure.”

“Anyways… are you gonna help train me or do you not have the time?”

That new notion hits you hard. You came here for the practice, not for the pure joy of exploring a different world...

Noticing your flustered expression, Osamu says, “I don’t have much time with all my schoolwork… but I’ll help you during the weekends and you can come watch my team’s drills and sometimes practice matches..”

“Really??? You’d do that??”

“Yes” he says with a straight face, but deep inside, his heart is fluttering ever so slightly from your overjoyed expression.

Now this… was a start.

Glancing over Osamu’s shoulder, you ask, “Aren’t those eggs getting cold?”

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