#Hardy Boys fanfiction

[fugitivus-from-gerard]

Enjoyed this one just as much as the first!

Stranger Danger part 2

This is part 2 of Stranger Danger. Thank you for reading! quick disclaimer, this one has a short scene with an attempted attack on the boys.

part 1

Years later, on the Halloween of Frank’s 18th year and Joe’s 16th, they were once again celebrating the holiday.

The two brothers barely went tricker treating after the incident when they were younger, but they would instead have a tradition of watching a scary movie and opening the door to tricker treaters.

This year, Frank and Joe were left at the house alone while their parents had left for one of dad’s business dinners.

Fenton and Laura had always been wary on this particular night after what had happened, and they almost decided not to go and leave the boys alone. Of course Frank and Joe reassured them they would be fine and wouldn’t be going outside recklessly, they had even decided to invite their friends Chet Morton and Biff Hooper to watch the movie and hang out.

Chet Morton was a stout, heavy set boy who had red hair and freckles. He was good friends with both boys and often had the two brothers laughing their heads off. They laughed mainly when something happened to Chet’s treasured jalopy which he had named “Queen”. When something befell the car the red head would go wild.

Biff Hooper was closer to Frank than he was to Joe, due to the fact that both blondes had gotten off on the wrong foot in middle school, due the fact that Joe was indeed the spoiled younger sibling and didn’t like how Biff was taking up Frank’s attention. Joe and Biff later grew out of their major rivalry and ended up becoming friends. They still bantered jokingly and liked to annoy each other.

Biff had his blonde hair cut short and was taller than Frank by a few inches, but had double the muscle Frank did.

Today Frank ditched his dress shirts because he couldn’t stand Joe nagging him to dress more causally for a whole day. He wore a large dark blue sweater and black jeans while Joe wore his “Bay Port High” basketball jersey over a black T-shirt with ripped blue jeans.

The four friends were currently alone at the house and were setting up for the movie.

“Joe! Help me get the plates for the pizza!” Frank called from the kitchen to Joe who was in the living room across from it.

The house had an open hallway by the front door which had the kitchen on one side and the living room on the other. The bedrooms were located up the large, dark wooden stair case.

“Yeesh! I’m coming Frank, calm down.” Joe retorted in annoyance as he sauntered into the kitchen and walked to the cabinets over the sink.

“Hey does anyone know where the popcorn is?” Chet questioned opening and closing cabinet doors rapidly in search of the snack.

“Dude, you’ve basically lived at this place, if anyone should know where anything is, it’s you.” Biff teased with a smirk as he strolled into the kitchen. “Also, Frank, where do you keep the soda?”

Frank gave Biff a deadpan expression. “Am i the only one who knows anything around here?” Frank exclaimed exasperatedly as he began to cut the pizza with the cutter roughly.

“No, I know something.” Chet interjected snidely. “I know that you guys don’t have any fricking popcorn!”

“Language.” Frank warned, digging the cutter into the pizza particularly hard.

Biff only chuckled as he watched Frank struggle with the pizza cutter. “Did you burn that thing’s crust because it looks like you are cutting into a rock.” Biff joked as he tried to take the pizza cutter from Frank so he could help.

“For your information, No I did not. Now go get the soda, it’s in the fridge you big idiot.” Frank stated sternly, yanking the pizza cutter away from Biff who raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Frank, is Biff bothering you?” Joe questioned as he stalked over with the plates in his hands.

“Ye-“ Frank started but Biff interrupted rapidly.

“Don’t sick Joe on me Frank.” Biff laughed nervously.

The four fools finally finished bickering playfully and got all the food laid out in the coffee table in the living room which stood in front of the leather couch.

“Alright, we are doing this by popular demand!” Joe announced standing in front of The TV. “we have three selections to choose from.”

The majority ended up voting for “The Village” much to Frank’s dismay. He absolutely hated that movie and knew it would be picked when Biff said he never saw it.

Joe always played it just to mess with Frank and get him to flip out when a jump scare happened.

The group began taking their seats on the long couch.

Frank sat in the middle seat which was usually his designated spot for movie nights, and Biff tried to sit next to his best friend but Joe was faster. Joe zipped from in front of the TV to Frank’s side almost instantly, plopping down smugly next to his brother who rolled his eyes at the two’s playful shenanigans.

Biff laughed then sat on Frank’s other side while Chet sat on Joe’s.

They were 20 minutes into the movie and Frank had already gotten frightened and spilled the popcorn when he jolted from a jump scare. This happened two times more until Joe ripped the popcorn bowl from his hands and revoked his snack privileges.

Chet also flipped out a bunch of times already, and a pizza slice had landed on Joe’s lap in the process.

Biff laughed heartily and Joe scowled at him grumpily. Everyone was enjoying the movie, some more than others, when the doorbell rang.

“Oh yeah, this is about the time when tricker treaters start trickling in.” Biff observed.

“I got it!” Frank offered a little more eager than he meant to, causing everyone on the couch to laugh. Frank stood up and began walking out into the hallway, grabbing the candy bowl on his way out.

Now do you remember how calm Joe had been after the incident years ago? Well, let’s just say that Joe wasn’t really that calm on the inside. He always was wary of the Holiday after what had happened.

The disturbing memories were now attached to this day, which is why Joe also got up and followed his brother to the door. Joe never forgot that night, so he always felt justified when he became uneasy on this day.

Frank unlocked the door twisted the nob, opening the door to find a tall person in a black hoodie and pants, wearing a white face mask with only the eyes showing. Frank’s eyes traveled down to spot something sticking out of the man’s hoodie pocket, Frank couldn’t be sure what it was but his best guess was a kitchen knife from the look of the wooden handle peaking out of the pocket.

Before Frank and Joe could move, the mysterious person took out his knife and tried to lunge at them, but thankfully Joe was fast enough to start pushing the door closed.

Frank dropped the plastic candy bowl to the ground and him and Joe immediately began pressing all of their weight against the door which the masked person was trying to push open.

Biff and Chet rushed into the hallway to find the two brothers battling with the door.

“What the hell?” Chet screamed when he saw the white mask peek around the door.

“Don’t just stand there you idiots!” Joe shouted furiously.

Biff and Chet got the message and all four of them were slamming their bodies against the door, successfully closing it. Still pressing their bodies against the door Frank reached for the door lock and turned it harshly.

There was no sound except for the heavy breathing from the group. They all were wide eyed and frightened, but they felt relief.

“Chet, go call the police!” Frank ordered between heavy pants.

It took Chet a second to process the command, but when he got it he sped off down the hall and into the kitchen where the phone was.

Meanwhile Frank and Joe could only stare wide eyed at each other.

The boys did not even attempt to look outside the windows, but instead made sure everything was locked and that the blinds were down. No one said a word except for Chet who wouldn’t leave the police phone operator alone until the officers came. When the officers arrived in two sturdy squad cars Frank and Joe were hesitant to open the door for them, so instead Biff did. The policemen asked questions and the boys gave their best answers but in the end there was no trace of the man that tried to attack them, he had just vanished.

Sadly there was no way to identify the man and no proof of force entry, so The officers couldn’t do anything. Once the officers left the boys were alone again.

Frank decided to phone Fenton and tell him what happened, but it went straight to voice mail.

“What we should do is just stay all together in one room and try to calm down.” Biff reasoned, seeing clearly that Frank and Joe were shaken quite a bit, Frank was completely quiet, but fright was etched in his features.

Joe was too stubborn to show fear, but Biff knew he was still just as afraid.

“Yeah…” Joe responded quietly, as he watched his older brother try to hide his emotions. “don’t worry Frank, everything’s gonna be ok.” Joe tried to reassure his sibling even though he was terrified himself. Joe’s comforting words relaxed the black-haired Hardy, but he didn’t want anyone to think he was being coddled by his younger brother.

“I-I know that. I don’t need to be comforted!” Frank stuttered in embarrassment, causing Joe to give a small smile. Joe then took his brother’s hand in his and led him back to the couch, the two then settled down and the others joined them. Frank and Joe huddled against each other while Biff and Chet took their original seats.

For the rest of the night the four boys tried to watch something lighthearted and funny to distract themselves.

Time passed and they chuckled softly at some parts of the new movie they picked, but Joe never let go of the baseball bat that he had retrieved from his room and Chet would often nervously look over his shoulder.

Biff was ready to jump from the couch and defend everyone if he had to and Frank was a ball of nerves but tried not to show it.

Finally at 12:55 the parents arrived home. At first when the doorbell rang the boys froze and exchanged frightened glances, then they heard the faint sound of their Father yelling to open up.

The door was practically ripped off its hinges and the parents were pulled in by the four erratic boys. The boys all began talking at once, trying to explain the events that had happened.

Fenton immediately stopped them and tried to calm them down.

They eventually explained everything and the Hardy parents were in shock, but Fenton’s detective mode kicked in and, believe me, he knew how to stay calm in these types of situations.

The first course of action was to get Chet and Biff home safely, so Fenton called their parents and told them what had happened. Finally Biff and Chet were saying goodbye to the brothers with tight hugs, but their smiles were forced and tight. Once Biff and Chet were gone Fenton and Laura sat the boys down in the kitchen around the table and asked them if they were alright.

Of course they lied, not wanting to look like cowards in front of two people they respected and loved.

Fenton knew they were lying, but he couldn’t force them to talk about it so he let them go get ready for bed. once they were in the bedroom, they were silent for the most part while Frank changed into his flannel pajamas, and Joe swapped his jersey and jeans for his boxers and a T-shirt.

Up until it was time to get into bed, it was dead silence.

Frank stared at his bed in horror. He didn’t know what would visit him in his dreams tonight.

Joe also dreaded climbing into his bed, not excited for bad memories to replay in his head all night.

“Joe…” Frank called quietly, but he didn’t have to say anything else, because Joe understood what he was getting at.

Joe walked over to his brother’s side, and the two climbed into Frank’s bed like they did years ago. Once settled under the covers together, Joe spoke softly. “And you said you weren’t sensitive.” Joe teased in a whisper. Frank huffed grumpily, but didn’t have a comeback.

“Just shut up and go to sleep.” Frank then shut his eyes, moving closer to his brother.

Joe grinned, then wrapped his arm over Frank’s side.

Wow! I did it! I posted my first fic….it might not be that great but I had a lot of fun writing it.

Thank you so much for reading!

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Disco Elysium

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Source: AO3

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -" 

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

[shegatsby]

The Bikerider and The Nurse

A/N: Hi guys! I'm here with a new fic. I wanted to keep the first chapter short but don't worry, it's gonna be a long ass fic with smut in the future! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Love you xxx

Words: 1.583K TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Warnings: Injury but not detailed so don't worry.

Chapter One

‘’It’s gonna be a long ass night.’’ Elena complained, they were wearing their uniforms for their night shift, Y/N loved the nights, she loved helping people and usually the nights were calm but this night was different. There was a bar fight, the rumor reached before the patients. She wore her white long dress uniform and white pumps, when she quickly tied her hair and placed the white cap she ran out of the lounge. She was the right hand of an old doctor, no one usually liked him because he was grumpy but Y/N admired him because he worked in the army during the WW2 and his knowledge of medicine was beyond anyone she had ever met. Dr. Smith didn’t like most of his colleges because they kept complaining but Y/N was different, she turned up out of nowhere one day and showed her determination for the job and that’s why the old man kept her by his side during any complicated surgeries or important cases. He kept mentioning that she should go back to school and become a doctor but Y/N kindly smiled and said she was happy being a  nurse, he knew she could do it, she had the capacity unlike these morons he had to see every day. Dr. Smith wasn’t a stupid man, whenever he asked her a personal question such as her hometown, her parents etc. she was perfectly giving diplomatic answers and then disappearing. No one knew where she was from or anything personal about Y/N but for Dr. Smith as long as she was useful he didn’t mind her back story.

Elena was her friend, over the months they had bounded but Y/N was smart enough to keep her distance, Elena kept inviting her to this bar she and her husband were regulars or the picnics they were having with their friends.. Y/N kept kindly declining the offers but Elena never felt sad or angry. She was few years older than Y/N and she knew that this young woman had a tragic past, she could feel it in her bones so Elena decided to be gentle and never take things personal.

As they were running to the emergency wing Dr. Smith called for Y/N, there was a patient from the bar fight and his condition was more severe than the others so she followed the old man.

‘’Caucasian male, in his late 20s, other than bruises he has a damaged ankle..’’ the other nurse was explaining the situation when Y/N was startled for a second. There was man laying on the hospital bed with his dirty clothes, his dirty blonde hair and mustache was the first details she had noticed, even though he was unconscious he had a stern look on his face, his jaw and high cheeks were sharp looking, he had this thick jacket that one of his ringed hands were holding tight, as she got closer she heard that he was mumbling something… Y/N  got closer and bend over the bed to hear him clearly,

‘’Don’t,’’ he was saying, ‘’Don’t take the jacket off.’’

Y/N looked at Dr. Smith, ‘’He doesn’t want us to take the jacket off.’’ She said calmly, ‘’I don’t care about the damn jacket, this man needs surgery right now or he is about to lose his foot!’’ he was right, Y/N knew that she would be in the surgery room assisting the doctor so they took him immediately in. Before the surgery Y/N took his jacket off and put it in her locker, she decided to give it to him once he wakes up.

After the surgery she had found out that the man was Elena’s husband’s friend from some motorcycle club. Elena thanked her for taking care of him and she said that four of them should hang out once he gets better, after Elena hugged her thankfully Y/N held her arm before she left, it was dawn and theit shift had ended, ‘’What’s..’’ she began and cleared her throat, ‘’What’s his name? I didn’t look at the papers so I don’t-‘’

Elena laughed with her signature laugh, she was a cheerful woman,

 ‘’His name is Benny, Benny Cross.’’

Before she left work she didn’t forget to get his jacket from the locker, she wanted to wash it at home and bring it to the hospital, she had another shift starting in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, the jacket was clean and dry, and she was marching to the hospital. After wearing her uniform she learned which room they took him and she directly walked there. Her plan was to put the jacket there and leave to her surprise he was awake. When she walked in they locked eyes, he was laying there, dark circles under his deep blue eyes, he looked tired. There was a white cast on his ankle and covering his foot. She brought the jacket and put it on the chair next to his bed, no words were exchanged. She gently smiled after that and turned to leave before she heard him.

‘’Thank you.’’ His raspy voice was low, she stopped at the threshold and turned to him, ‘’You’re welcome.’’ She replied shortly and walked out of the room. She loved helping people and it wasn’t the first time she did something for a patient but she felt strange. There was a heavy feeling on her chest, she had to ignore it and get to work. She had to ignore because the last time she had given in to those feelings she had to leave her home and family behind and start fresh. There was a reason why no one knew anything personal about her and she had to keep it that way.

Days passed, she woke up, went to work, did her best and got home. She was used to this routine but Elena had a problem with it. She kept begging to Y/N, inviting her everywhere. They were in the lounge when Elena cornered her, ‘’You only have morning shift right?’’ she questioned her with her deep eyes, ‘’Yes.’’ Was Y/N’s answer. ‘’Then you’re coming with us this evening.’’ There she was, inviting her again, this time Y/N was silent for a while, usually her immediate response was ‘’Sorry but I have other things to do.’’ But this time she considered her options. She was a young woman and she deserved to be sociable in life, she couldn’t always be scared and look back. Y/N said she would be there and she just needed the address, there was a bar Elena and her husband were regulars of. She laughed when she saw Elena’s eyes got bigger by shock, ‘’Really? You are coming?’’ her mouth was open. Y/N laughed again, ‘’Yes. I would love to hang out with you and your husband, he seems like a nice guy.’’ It was about time she faced her fears. She was safe now, no one could harm her, not anymore. Elena gave her the address of the bar.

During the day she helped Dr. Smith, attended small surgeries, she was usually at the Emergency wing. At 5pm her shift ended so she went home, ate and took a shower.

She found herself in front of her bedroom mirror, she wore a dark red blouse and beige jeans with flat shoes, her hair was loose and she did a light make up. She looked at her finished look, it had been while since she went out and she felt powerful, finally her life was stable and she was saving money, making new friends. She looked very happy. She got her back, even gave herself a wink on the mirror and locked her door. She took the bus to the bar.

There were so many bikes outside of the bar she was startled, Elena had mentioned that her husband belonged to a motorcycle club and they would hang out together, the wives and girlfriends, they would have Sunday picnics as well. The door of the bar was wide open and people were coming and going, mostly men. She approached slowly, like a cat. There were some men wearing the same jacket she washed and cleaned for her patient last week, he must be a member of this club. These men were laughing really hard and drinking, she could see shadows through the windows and she found herself taking a step back, should she go in? It would be rude not to, Elena would be very upset… but she could lie to Elena and make up an excuse.. as she was having a mental breakdown a tall man walked passed her, he was limping a bit. He had dirty blonde hair, he was walking slowly to the bar with one of his hands holding his cigarette. She could only see his back but he looked familiar. When he reached the threshold  he stopped and turned to look at her, and that’s when she realized who was this young man. He was her patient from last week, Benny Cross. His blue eyes found her, they shared a brief moment of acknowledging each other, she swore she saw a faint smile on his face and then he walked in.

She noticed that she had been standing there for almost 7 minutes, people started to notice so she looked back at the road and then looked at the bar, a sudden feeling of courage washed over her entire body and her feet took her to the open door.

Thank you for reading. :)

[south-of-heaven]

Jeff Hardy x fem!reader diving off of a ladder to save him?

High flying || Jeff Hardy x Reader

Summary: Jeff is famous for being a high flyer. However, this time it's you who's diving off the ladder to save him.

The arena was pulsating with excitement as you and Jeff Hardy prepared for the tag team match. Your opponents were none other than the high-flying legend, Rey Mysterio, and the fierce Torrie Wilson. You couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as you anticipated the action that was about to unfold.

The match began, and Jeff and Rey kicked things off, showcasing their incredible in-ring skills. The audience roared in anticipation of their legendary high-flying moves. It was a spectacle to behold.

After a series of breathtaking sequences, the moment arrived for your tag. You stepped into the ring, brimming with energy. Torrie was quick to tag in, eager to prove herself in the squared circle. The crowd was electric as the two of you began your contest.

However, as the match progressed, it became clear that Rey and Torrie were determined to outshine you and Jeff. They used every trick in the book to try to secure a victory, and Rey had Jeff set up for a potential match-ending move.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the peril that Jeff was in. Rey was about to execute a high-impact maneuver, and it could spell disaster for your partner. There was no time to think, just instinct.

You locked eyes with Torrie, your fierce rival in that moment. With the crowd's roar in your ears, you knew what you had to do. Climbing up the ladder alongside her, you grappled with Torrie, both of you fighting for supremacy.

But as you reached the top of the ladder, a glimpse of the impending disaster on the mat below sent a shiver down your spine. Rey was about to execute a move that could end the match, and your heart was in your throat.

Without hesitation, you made a split-second decision. Pushing Torrie away, you launched yourself from the ladder, soaring through the air in a daring, high-risk move. Time seemed to slow as you closed the gap between you and Rey, who was about to finish Jeff.

Your body connected with Rey's mid-air, the impact resounding through the arena as you thwarted his plans. The crowd erupted in astonishment at your audacious dive. The ring shook from the impact, and both you and Rey lay sprawled on the canvas, the collective gasp of the audience echoing in your ears.

The referee's count began, reaching its conclusion, and it was clear neither of you would make it to your feet in time. The match ended in a double count-out, a result that left the audience in awe of the risks you had taken.

While the match might have concluded in a draw, the arena was filled with cheers and applause for your fearless dive. You had put your body on the line to save Jeff from disaster, proving the depths of your bond both in and out of the ring.

As you and Jeff left the ring, battered but victorious in spirit, the audience's appreciation was palpable. The two of you walked hand in hand, knowing that this night's unforgettable moment would be etched into the annals of wrestling history.

[ms-wwe]

CHAPTER 11 IS COMING TODAY PEOPLEEEEEE

Yall gonna love this one 🤌🏽🤌🏽

[drfrankenjoe]

Trick or Treat

After being refreshed on some of the Original/Blue Spine books and some of the questionable decisions the boys make during them, I got an idea for... whatever this is.

I tried to make it ambiguous what time period this was set, but it probably comes off most like a chapter of the 1950's rewrites. This also functions a little bit as an exploration of Frank's relationship with Fenton and Frank in general. Enjoy?

CW: Drugging (It's nothing worse than what would be in the books.)

Just as the boys were about to flag a taxi, a mid-sized sedan pulled up beside them. Lowered windows revealed a man who looked to be in his forties with cropped brown hair, steely eyes, and a goatee.

“You Fenton’s boys?” the driver questioned.

“Yeah,” answered Joe. “Are you a friend of Dad’s?”

“He told me you two might be here. If it weren’t for his accident, he’d pick you up himself, but that’s why he sent me.”

“Thank you Mr…” Frank paused long enough to let the man give him a name.

“Just call me Rudy.”

“Thanks Rudy.” A wave of uncertainty overtook him. “It’s weird, though. I don’t think I’ve heard Dad mention a Rudy before.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve only known each other for a few days. I took him in after the landslide.” Rudy dug something out from his back seat. “He told me you might like these.”

His hand returned holding two candy bars, Choco-Chuckles, a chocolate bar filled with nougat, nuts, and caramel, and Coconutter, a peanut-filled peanut butter bar coated in coconut flakes.

Joe swiped the Choco-Chuckles. “These are my favorites, thanks a lot!”

Frank turned around the Coconutter in his hands, staring at it intently.

“What’s the matter, son?” asked Rudy.

“I’m not a big fan of Coconutters,” Frank responded, then smirked, “but Dad probably didn’t know; he has more important things to worry about. Thanks.”

Rudy’s face faltered some, then settled back into a friendly smile. “Of course. Now why don’t you go and load your luggage in the trunk? Then we can be on our way.”

Once the brothers stowed their belongings, they took their places in the back seat.

“So, how’s Dad?” Joe opened the candy bar in his hand. “He didn’t have to go to a hospital?”

“No, he just needs to lay down for a while, and he’ll be right as rain.”

“Good to hear.” He took a bite and swallowed. “I’m guessing you live up on the mountain, right? Must not get visitors often, huh?”

“You’re right about that. Detective genes must run in the family.”

“Dad told you he’s a detective?” Frank spoke up.

“Not in those words, but I’m aware of the famous Fenton Hardy. I gotta say, it was quite a surprise to see him show up near my cabin.” Rudy’s eyes shifted towards him in the rearview mirror. “You must be his older son—Sorry, I’m bad with names.”

“Frank.”

“And I’m Joe.”

“Frank and Joe.” Rudy bobbed his head. “Nice to meet’cha. By the way, Frank, what is your favorite candy bar if you don’t mind me askin’?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to get anything for me.”

“No, I insist. It’s gonna be a while before we get to my place.”

“Probably a Krispen bar? But anything without nuts is fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Allergy?”

“Just a texture thing. You really don’t have to. I can deal with the Coconutter.”

“No need to be so polite, it’ll only take a sec. ‘Sides, there’s somethin’ else I need to buy anyway.” Soon, Rudy pulled into a gas station, and the car came to a stop. He took a step outside. “You two sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

Frank took advantage of his leave to discuss the mystery. “I wonder if that landslide was foul play. Maybe Dad was onto something.”

“You think Rudy did it?” his brother yawned.

“What? No. Why would he leave us here alone if he was part of the counterfeiting ring?”

Joe shrugged with an ‘I don’t know’ sound, then laughed. “Yeah, I can’t imagine a real crook going out of his way to get you your favorite candy. Thank goodness he was there to help Dad.”

“Yeah. With him out of commission, we’ll really have to keep on our toes. There’s no telling what tricks the real culprits have up their sleeves.”

“You think? If they’re behind what happened to Dad, then I think they’ve used up all their big guns. How many landslides can they make on one mountain, anyway?”

Frank gave Joe a warning look. “Let’s not find out.”

Blue eyes stared at the unopened candy bar. “Say, if you’re not eating that Coconutter, can I have it?”

“Knock yourself out.” 

Instead of opening it right away, Joe pocketed it. “We could always do with some extra rations just in case you jinx us and things go badly.” He grimaced, holding a hand over his stomach. “I’d rather not have a repeat of the last time you half-remembered Chet’s berry advice.”

“I told you not to eat a bunch at once!”

“Only after you told me that if it’s not green, yellow, or white, it’s alright.” He wagged a finger along with the pneumonic.

Frank sighed. “I’ll make sure to take notes next time.”

The front door opened, and in came Mark with Frank’s bar. He handed it back to him. “Here’s your Krispen bar.”

“Thank you.” Hungrier than he realized, Frank tore into the candy bar just before realizing that it would probably be better if he saved it for some other time. Oh well. If push came to shove, he and Joe could split the Coconutter.

Rudy pulled out of the parking lot and onto a highway headed into the mountains. The leisurely drive lulled Joe to sleep somewhere along the way. Frank stayed up to think about the counterfeiting ring, but even he had to admit that his eyelids were getting a little heavy.

“Nice scenery.” Some small talk should keep him awake. “Do you drive into town often?”

“Only when I need somethin’. Gettin’ to see the mountain from far away like this makes it worth the drive, don’t’cha think?”

“Speaking of the mountain,” he might as well do some digging around, “I know you said you don’t get many visitors, but do people hike there often?”

“I know there’s a few people who do.”

“Have you seen anyone recently?”

“Other than your pa, can’t say that I have.”

“What about caves?” Frank stifled a yawn. “Do you know if there are any caves or mining shafts around?”

“Well, I reckon there’s some of those around, but I wouldn’t know where they are. I don’t venture too far outside of my cabin. You never know what might be lurking in those woods.” Rudy’s eyes narrowed, then softened. “Don’t feel the need to make conversation for my sake. I’m used to making this trip alone. You can take a nap if you’d like. I see your brother has.”

“It’s okay.” This conversation didn’t give Frank much to work off of, but he wanted to see what he could do with what he was given.

“Let me ask you a question.”

“Me?” 

“What’s it like havin’ a father like the great Fenton Hardy?”

To be honest, Frank preferred to be the one asking questions, but he supposed this one was innocent enough. “It’s great.”

“Must be proud of him.”

“Of course. I couldn���t ask for a better dad.”

Rudy’s eyebrows raised. “Well, it’s good you feel that way, I suppose. I do have to wonder, though, with him being so well-known, he must get a lot of cases, yeah?”

That was pretty obvious. “He does.”

“Do you see him often?”

“When we can.”

Rudy chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Maybe Frank was just tired and hungry, but he didn’t care for this guy’s tone. He took care not to show it. “Other people need him around more than we do. We know he’s doing important work out there, so we can’t be mad.”

“How noble. I can’t say I’d be so selfless in your shoes, but your pa–or maybe your ma in this case–must’ve raised you well.”

“Thanks, they both did.” Frank smiled.

“It’s a shame they never taught you not to take candy from strangers.”

Frank saw his own eyes widen in the rearview mirror. His thoughts snapped to Joe. He tried shaking him, calling his name, and even clapping directly by his ear, but nothing woke him up. After inspecting his candy bar wrapper, he found a puncture hole hidden discreetly by a flap. They’d both been drugged.

“He won’t be waking up for a while.” Rudy all but confirmed his realization. “And I wouldn’t jump out of a car going 70 mph if I were you,” he narrated Frank’s next one, “unless you just wanted to get things over with.”

Frank took his hand off of the car door, mentally kicking himself in frustration. There had to be a way for him and Joe to get out of this car safely.

“I dunno much about little Joey over there, or your father, despite how much time we’ve spent together–”

So he did know their father! He must’ve been holding him captive.

“–but you seem like a nice kid. Too nice for your own good. You and your brother probably just wanted to follow in your pa’s footsteps. Maybe this is your family’s weird way of bonding. I hope we can go easy on you.”

Frank stared angrily, not willing to give his captor more information than he already had.

“The silent treatment, huh? Just like your old man. You might think I’m lyin’, but I really do feel bad for you, kid. At least my pa prepared me for the job hazards before welcomin’ me into the biz. And he knew my favorite candy bar!”

His father was also a counterfeiter? Noted.

“He never left me or Ma by our lonesome for too long. Made room in his schedule to come to as many of my track and field meets as he could. And when he couldn’t? Well, the son of a gun who held him back would hafta pay.”

Too bad Joe wasn’t awake. He’d get a kick out of this. Tragically, it was up to Frank to sass him on his own. “Gee, mister, that sounds really nice. I wish my dad could come to our track meets and buy us lots of candy. Unfortunately, he’s too busy saving lives.”

“You really think you’re slick, don’t’cha? Of course it’s not about the games or the treats.” Rudy’s face grew oddly sincere. “It’s about spendin’ time with your family. And he’s suckered you into thinkin’ that you’re less important to him.”

Frank could almost hear his brother whining ‘Gimme a break!’ “Question: If your dad cared about family so much, why risk going to prison making fake money when he could just get a legal job making legal money and still be able to spend time with you?” He fought against his eyelids. “Why even involve you?”

“I dunno, but followin’ in his footsteps is workin’ out better for me than it is for you two. Night-night, Frankie Boy.”

Where was Rudy taking the Hardys? Would their father be there, alive? How would they escape? Frank tried to keep himself awake with these questions and more, but despite his best efforts, his eyes came to a close, and the sounds of the road drifted away.

[x3no9]

Wrote yet another chapter of my Disco Elysium tale. Also was busy with a sketch of Titus Hardie and his pretty boy, the Smoker who I named Valrie in my fic.

I tried two different jaws/ chins on Titus, which one do you like better??

Full versions via the link.

[bohemiansweede]

Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️Enjoy also my Queen novel collection

[bisexualmultifandommess]

what website would you write fics cause i so want to read a hardy boys JB and Joe story like really badly actually

I mostly write on AO3 because it’s probably the easiest platform to write on for me lol and same here I really would love some fics about their friendship’

[fugitivus-from-gerard]

I thoroughly enjoyed your fic!!

Stranger Danger

Before you read this I would just like to let you know that this more of a modern au fanfic. Also small disclaimer, this contains a scene with attempted kidnapping just in case you are uncomfortable with that, but please know this is entirely fictional! thank you so much.

Halloween was always a holiday that the brothers looked forward to, but as they got older of course the idea of ​​​​walking around a dark neighborhood on a night where no one could tell who was who, became less exciting.

An incident happened on this holiday night that made the Hardy boy's not look forward for the next time Halloween came around. Joe was only 10 years old and Frank was 12, and the two were currently walking down their neighborhood's street with their father Fenton Hardy.

It was a chilly night in Bay port, but it wasn't too cold. The Boys had refused to wear a jacket, too determined to show off their costumes.

Frank's costume resembled a doctor with his oversized lab coat, and he even had a fake stethoscope to make it more realistic.

Joe's costume was bound to be one of his favorite things from him to watch on tv, a cowboy. He had the signature hat for all western heroes, a brown leather vest and a plastic gun hanging on his hip, which did not come out of its holster, due to it being one piece.

“I bet I can get more candy than you can tonight!” Joe challenged cheerfully as he swung his candy bag and strode down the sidewalk with his brother and father. "Why does everything have to be a competition with you?" Frank sighed.

“Because, I'm good at winning!” Joe shot back with a teasing grin.

Frank only frowned at him in response. The first house they went to was their friend Chet Morton's house.

Chet's father opened the door to find the three Hardys and laughed.

“Your costumes suit you.” Chet's father chuckled as he held out a bowl of candy to the brothers.

Frank and Joe's eyes sparkled when they looked into the bowl, but their awe ended when Chet's father stated they could only take one.

Fenton laughed heartily as he conversed with Chet's father, the two were just as good friends as their boy's were with each other.

While they conversed tricker treaters came and passed, but Frank and Joe were stuck listening to the two men jaw away. The two tried to ask their father to leave without being rude but whenever Joe would tap his father, Fenton would tell him to be patient and polite.

“We're never gonna get out of here!” Joe exclaimed under his breath. “It'll be our bedtime and we'll only have one measly piece of candy to show for it!”

Frank was just as disappointed, but he remained quiet. “C'mon, we're getting outta here.” Joe ordered as he grabbed his brother's hand and began to sneakily drag him away from the front porch.

Frank suddenly protested once they reached the sidewalk. “Wait! Aren't we not supposed to go out alone?“ Frank asked hesitantly.

Joe only rolled his eyes and retorted. “We aren't toddlers any more, and I'm pretty sure we'll be fine. Plus if dad gets mad I'll take all the blame.”

“you better.” Frank warned seriously.

Joe laughed and pulled his brother with him to go to the next house

“Trick or treat!” Frank and Joe said in unison as the door to the house opened slowly.

There stood a man in his early 40s with messy brownish-grey hair and stubble on his face. He stood there for a few seconds, just staring at the two boys, causing Frank to drop his small smile in confusion. Joe on the other hand narrowed his eyes, looking the man up in down with suspicion.

“Ah- hello boys, don’t you two look nice tonight.” The man complimented, but it somehow sounded off to the brothers. “Um, my candy is in the kitchen, why don’t you come inside and get it?”

Now, that was a big red flag. Frank’s eyes widened, while Joe glared at the man.

The middle aged man suddenly realized the kids were a lot smarter than they looked.

“Damn it!” The man growled under his breath, his expression changing in an instant into anger and desperation.

Joe quickly grasped Frank’s hand in his and tried to race down the porch steps, but it was too late. The man held Frank’s arm in a death grip, pulling him towards the open door.

Joe was screaming and panicking, trying to think what his father would do in this situation. That’s when he just decided to just do something, anything! Joe screamed and shouted at the top of his lungs for help while he and Frank were being dragged into the man’s house.

Joe and Frank fought, kicking, biting, and screaming, but the man would not let go. Joe and Frank knew the second the door to this house closed, they would never be found again. This is why when The man kicked the door shut, tears were forming in Frank’s and Joe’s frightened eyes, but both refused to let them spill. Joe couldn’t take it anymore, he had to find a way out of here!

“Let us go you bastard!” Joe spat vehemently. If they weren’t in the situation they were in Frank would’ve scolded Joe for his vocabulary, but instead Frank was determined to pull himself free from the man’s grasp.

“Neither of you are leaving this place!” The man shot back, yanking the boys towards what Joe assumed was the basement door.

Frank was on the verge of sobbing and Joe was panicking like crazy, as the two to struggled in vain. Suddenly someone was pounding rapidly on the front door. “Bam, bam, bam!” Everyone in the room froze.

“Open up you damned bastard! If you so much as touch my boys I’ll-“ came a furious and familiar voice from behind the door, it was muffled, but they still heard it.

The boys began screaming for their father, knowing he was on the other side of the door, but unfortunately this caused the man to snap. He impulsively smacked a screaming Frank in the face hard.

Joe stopped struggling and stared at his brother’s now red cheek, the tears in Frank’s eyes finally spilling down his face as he tried to hold back a choked sob. Joe saw red, and lost it. The blonde lunged at the man scratching hand biting the arm that held him in an iron grip.

The man let out shouts of pain as he tried to shake a feral Joe off, completely letting go of Frank in the process. Frank took this opportunity to rush to the front door of the house and yank it open, while Joe raised his leg and kicked the man where it hurts.

The man let out a gasp of pain and fell to the floor, only to have a fist smash into his face roughly. There stood Fenton Hardy, who had just given him a black eye that would definitely form on his face soon.

Fenton pierced the man with a murderous glare as he gripped the messy-haired man by the collar of his shirt. “I will kill you you son of a bitch!” Fenton growled, raising his fist to strike the man in the face again, but just then, a hand tugged violently on his trench coat.

It was Joe, who stood next to him with a furious expression, and what he said surprised Fenton.

“Dad, not now!” Joe demanded angrily. Fenton looked behind him to see Frank staring at the scene in fright, his tear stained face etched with horror. Fenton suddenly realized that Frank was not able to handle much more. Just then four officers came rushing into the house, squad car blaring it’s sirens loudly outside.

“Hardy! We’re here! Is everyone ok?” One officer asked in concern, while the others raced towards Fenton and the man in pain.

Fenton let go of the man, letting him fall to the floor and allowing the cops to drag the man out of the house to the awaiting squad car. Fenton then looked down to say something to Joe, but he was missing from where he was a second ago. Fenton turned around to find Joe hugging Frank tightly in his arms, and Frank trying his best not to let anyone see that he was crying. Frank had always been more sensitive than his younger sibling, but hated to show it.

Of course Joe knew this, so Fenton watched as Joe took off his cowboy hat, which had by now fallen off his head and only stayed on him because of the draw string, and placed it on Franks head.

Joe pulled it down enough to hide his brother’s face, and once he was satisfied he looked to Fenton. “Dad, when can we go home?” Fenton was shocked first of all that Joe was acting so calm for what had just happened, but he knew that his youngest was most likely shaken to his core and refused to show it. Unfortunately, Fenton was so overcome with emotions that he decided to scold his children before anything else.

“What on earth were you two thinking? How could you two just leave? Of all the horrible ideas!” Fenton ranted, his voice growing in volume as he made his way over to the boys. “Frank! What is wrong with you? You should know better, you’re the oldest! I’m holding you responsible for this!” Fenton hadn’t noticed, but he directed his shouting at Frank, who was most likely already blaming himself for the whole thing. Fenton then reached his hands out to grab Frank in frustration, overtaken by the anxiety and fear he had felt when he heard their screams before they were pulled in the house.

Instantly Joe stepped in between his father and brother, stretching his arms out on either side to let Fenton know that he wasn’t going to let his father get any closer to Frank.

Fenton stared incredulously at Joe who only glowered angrily up at his dad, keeping his protective stance in front of his brother who was looking at his father with a terrified expression.

“Leave him alone dad, it’s not Frank’s fault!” Joe yelled harshly. “It was my fault, I told him it was ok to leave! Yell at me. Punish me!”

Frank could only look up at his father in fear from behind his brother, which is when Fenton noticed the large red mark on Frank’s face that was beginning to swell.

Fenton Hardy suddenly realized he had frightened his already traumatized child and knelt down to Frank and Joe’s level with a remorseful expression.

“I-I’m sorry boys, I wasn’t thinking straight…” Fenton apologized, but didn’t try and push his luck by trying to reach for Frank again, even though he was going to do it in a more gentle way.

The anger in Joe’s face didn’t leave when Fenton apologized, but he relaxed his stance, turning to look at Frank, his eyes slightly softening. “It’s ok Frank, we’re safe now.” Joe smiled softly as he patted his brother’s head, being more gentle than Fenton had ever seen Joe.

Frank only nodded firmly in response, quickly drying the tears he had shed so he could regain some dignity. Fenton quietly ushered the boys out of the house that they might not have ever left, and was met with a couple of police officers for questioning. Fenton answered questions as well as Frank and Joe while the black-haired Hardy was getting checked over by the EMT “Lastly, which one of you, um gave the attacker the injuries?” The Officer questioned Fenton who stood next to his boys.

Frank sat on the edge of the back of the ambulance with Joe watching over the way the EMT examined Frank’s cheek which had now swelled a bit. “Well I gave him a solid punch but…” Fenton started, but was interrupted by the youngest Hardy.

“I did.” Joe admitted seriously, then turned to stare at the officer. “was that man in a lot of pain?”

“Yes, why do you ask?” The officer replied in confusion.

“I just wanted to make sure I really hurt him.” Joe spat sharply, then turned back to watching over Frank.

Fenton stared at his son, a little stunned and still not able to believe how protective Joe had become despite being the younger sibling.

“I’m sorry, is that all?” Fenton asked the officer politely, but he couldn’t bring himself to add a smile, not after what had happened.

The officer excused himself and Fenton knew it was time to bring the boys home.

Once Fenton and the boy’s arrived at their home, their mother came bounding out the door. Apparently the officers had let her know by phone what had happened. The boys were fussed over by their mother who cried as she held them close to her.

Finally, the boys were in their bedroom as the parents talked about the night’s happenings. Fenton explained the situation to Laura, while Joe and Frank were supposed to be asleep.

Joe lay wide awake, laying on his side and watching his brother who was turned away from him on his own bed. Joe couldn’t go to sleep like his father ordered, so he quietly slipped out from under his covers , let his feet hit the floor gently, and stealthily crossed the space between him and his brother who faced away from him laying on his side.

“Frank…” Joe called softly.

Frank didn’t answer, so Joe climbed into his brother’s bed. Once he was settled under the covers, he laid down and turned to wrap his arm around Frank. Joe felt Frank relax into the hold, until Frank turned onto his other side to face Joe. Frank’s face was tear stained and held sadness in its features as he looked at Joe with big brown eyes that made the blonde’s heart ache. “Joe…” Frank spoke, his voice a little groggy from crying so much.

“yeah?”

“I-I’m so sorry!” Frank cried in a whisper, latching onto Joe, hugging his brother as if he would float away if he let go.

Joe’s eyes widened for a second, then he relaxed and hugged his brother back.

“Don’t apologize you idiot, you did nothing wrong. It was my fault.” Joe scolded softly, but Frank wasn’t convinced. “B-but I’m supposed to be responsible because I’m the oldest, and I couldn’t do anythi-!” Frank countered woefully, but Joe was having none of it.

“Frank, is this because of what dad said? Because if it is than you should just forget about it. Dad didn’t realize what he was doing.” Joe stated while rolling his eyes.

Frank nodded and Joe sighed.

“Listen Frank, not all siblings are the same. We don’t always follow the “big brother little brother” stereotype that people expect. Some are different, because…well that’s just how it is. You’re definitely taller and bigger than I am, but you’re way more sensitive.” Joe explained, trying to sound as smart as he could so he could convince his brother.

“What?” Frank suddenly interjected indignantly, pushing himself up on his elbow. “I am not sensitive!”

Joe tried hard to hold in his laughter, he really did, but it all came tumbling out when Frank gave him a look that Frank had thought was intimidating. Joe giggled and wheezed at Frank who kept trying to prove that he wasn’t sensitive only to shut up when he couldn’t find any evidence in his own head.

Fenton and Laura had finally finished their loud “discussion” and went upstairs to check on the boys. When Fenton opened the door to the Boys’ shared bedroom, and saw the two cuddled against each other with Joe’s arm thrown over his brother’s side, he smiled. He knew the two of them were close ever since they were little toddlers, but it really hit him that night that the two were attached to one another and weren’t like other siblings…that’s because they were his sons, the Hardy boys.

There is a second part which is in the future, and I might post it if this one does well.

thank you all so much for reading! So sorry if this was confusing or just plain bad. This is my first time posting a fic🥲

[dickheadcanons]

the secret key to writing in character dick grayson is that dick does not get enjoyment out of relaxing or doing fun things. its a hard mindset to understand because it's the opposite of what you or i as fandom people experience, but Dick is never shown to do things for fun. if he's watching a movie or playing a game, it's almost always to spend time with other people, not because that's his impulse (and lowkey he sometimes ruins it for other people by never being able to turn off his brain)

now, this is not to say that he's unhappy, or that he doesn't experience happiness in his day to day. but he doesnt get that from the things that we, as comic book readers and fanfiction writers, get enjoyment from.

Dick is the definition of a workaholic. His only enjoyment comes from a job well done, helping people, and sometimes adrenaline (as his only real canon hobby is...skydiving)

Further reading: Flash Plus Nightwing (1997) (hating on the Hardy Boys)

Nightwing (2016) #43 (being unable to take a night off)

Nightwing (1996) #140 (skydiving)

The Titans (1999) #3 (being a terrible film watcher)

[potter-solomons]

“I’ve heard those pretty sounds fall out of your lips countless times, I’ve heard you call my name at night, don’t you dare hide them from me now.”

Fire in My Blood

Bane x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word count: 4908

Warnings: 18+, Non-con drug use, fuck or die (sort of), slight dub-con (but not really), unprotected sex, mainly PWP, unbeta'd

A/N: my first time writing smut so be gentle

You woke up in bed, slow and groggy. The pain in your head was rolling through you in waves and you thanked your drunk self for at least closing the curtains so there wasn’t too-bright sunlight burning through your eyelids. Idly, you hoped that whatever you couldn’t remember doing last night was worth a hangover this size. You shifted to cradle your head in your hands but your hands didn’t move. Panic washed over you, sudden and icy. Your hands were trapped above your head. 

Forcing the panic aside, you tried to take in your surroundings. You didn’t want to open your eyes yet, in case you were being watched, so you listened hard for something, anything, to tell you where you were. 

No footsteps, no shuffling, no breathing outside your own. Aside from our hands, you were lying comfortably on what you assumed was a bed, complete with a pillow under your head and a blanket that smelled freshly laundered. The room felt bigger than your bedroom and you could hear a kind of white noise outside the walls, getting louder and softer in intervals like–

Waves. Water. 

You must be near the docks. Probably one of the abandoned warehouses frequented by one of Gotham’s handful of criminal enterprises. 

Speaking of criminals, you thanked your lucky stars for the recent training in analyzing and understanding your environment from the man that still sent chills down the spine of most Gothamites. 

You didn’t understand how you had caught Bane’s attention but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It took some time between your underground meetings and the handful of times he visited your apartment through the fire escape but you had molded a sort of companionship. He was gentler with you when you weren’t training. The glimpses you got of Bane the Man and not just Bane the Weapon had inklings of longing for something more worming their way into your heart but you squashed them to the best of your ability. You knew who Bane was and knew he could never see you as something more than what you had. 

Taking a steadying breath, you slowly opened your eyes. Only a sliver of the room was visible through your eyelashes at first but you didn’t see anyone else around. You blinked your eyes open and looked toward your hands.

Plastic zip ties held you to the metal headboard, biting into your wrists. You flexed lightly, testing their strength, when a door to your left opened and a man in a long white lab coat walked in.

Jonathan Crane was an objectively handsome man. The whole evil mad scientist thing left a lot to be desired although, knowing him, he probably had a drug for that too. His attention was on a clipboard he was carrying. Talking to himself in soft murmurs, he strode confidently over toward your bed. 

“Ah look who’s awake!” He finally looked up at you and smiled, full and genuine. “Perfect timing.” His gaze raked over you, cool and calculating, and it made your skin crawl, suddenly aware that you were dressed in only your bra and panties from the night before. The thought of Crane undressing you while you were unconscious had bile rising in your throat. 

“What am I doing here?” you fought to keep your voice steady. 

“I needed a guinea pig for something I’ve been working on lately. I was out looking for suitable candidates last night and saw you out with your friends.”

Something must have shown on your face because Crane waved his hand dismissively. “They aren’t here. They had too much alcohol in their systems and it would’ve taken too long for it to metabolize. I couldn’t risk that altering my results.”

Now your blackout made more sense. You had been out with a small group of friends at a bar just celebrating the end of the work week. Things had gotten a little fuzzy but you just assumed it was due to one too many margaritas. Crane must have slipped something into your drink.

Anger flooded you. “You kidnapped me to use me as a test subject?”

“You shouldn’t sound so ungrateful! You’re helping the cutting edge of science! Of understanding the human brain!” He sounded so earnest as if he truly believed in his work without a care in the world that he kidnapped you for it. 

The panic you had been fighting down, hit you like a train. You were trapped on a bed with a madman who had plans for you and no one knew where the hell you were. You wondered how long it would be until anyone found your body. You had to get out. 

“I needed you to be awake before I started the test, though,” he explained. “It will be much easier to judge how quickly the effects start if you're conscious.” He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a syringe and vial. The pale purple, syrupy liquid in the vial seemed to swirl as Crane pulled it into the syringe, his brow furrowed in concentration. 

With the dose measured out, he turned back to you. You shifted as far away as your binds would allow, inadvertently pressing yourself further into the mattress.

“You’re a smart man,” you tried to reason with him, “You know who I spend my time with.” 

Explicitly connecting yourself to Bane wasn’t something you wanted to do - whatever you two had felt tenuous at best - but desperate times call for desperate measures. No one would be dumb enough to touch someone with any direct connection to the man, right?

“Oh, yes, I know,” Crane’s smile was predatory, “and I’m counting on him coming to save his little pet.”

His palm pressed the side of your face into the pillow, keeping your neck extended even as you thrashed against the bed. The needle pierced the tender skin and Crane’s eyes glittered in the dim light as he released the drug into you. 

“You crazy bastard!” Your wrists were bleeding freely now, slow trickles running down your forearms and dripping onto the sheets as you continued to try and pull yourself free.

Whatever he gave you didn’t hit all at once. It started in your chest, warm and slow, and radiated outward, but warm grew into too hot all too quickly, curled around your lungs and ribs, and squeezed. Your breath stuttered on the next exhale. Part of you expected to see smoke trailing out between your lips. Liquid fire pooled low in your stomach and you were suddenly, painfully, aroused.

“What the fuck?”

Your heart pounded in your ears, overpowering Crane’s monologuing no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on it. Fire raced in your veins and you pulled against your restraints, sparks licking your wrists. 

Through the haze in your brain you could barely make out Crane talking about Lust and Fever and Sex and Orgasm and Death. Even firing on all cylinders, you didn’t know if you could find a good combination of those words. 

Something in the distance caught his attention and he grinned like a shark, all predator and sharp teeth. Crane knew what it meant too. 

“He’s gonna tear you apart,” you hissed. 

“Oh, on the contrary,” he spoke slowly and looked in your eyes, making sure you understood every word, a condescending lilt in his tone, “I think he’ll send me a thank you gift after this.”

He left with a chuckle that sent a chill down your spine even with the growing furnace inside you. 

With Crane out of sight, you squirmed to try and break the zip ties again but the new sensations had you gasping. Your wrists didn’t hurt so much anymore and what little pain made it through to your awareness landed just on the side of pleasurable.  The blanket underneath you rubbed against you everywhere, everywhere, and your cheeks flamed when you noticed the wetness in your panties. You tried to force yourself to lay still - to stop and think about your next move - but your hips rolled anyway, searching for friction you wouldn’t find. 

You squeezed your thighs together, chasing the orgasm you could feel rushing at you just beyond your reach. The coil snapped and it flowed through you like cool water down your parched throat. It broke the haze just briefly. You gasped a breath like coming up out of water.

If it was possible for you to blush further, you would’ve when you opened your eyes and were met with Bane’s. How much had he seen? 

The man stood over you, stoic as ever, and gave nothing away. He watched you silently, taking in everything.

“This is not one of his usual toxins.” He finally spoke. It wasn't a question but you shook your head anyway. 

“He said it was something he had been working on.” You swallowed hard, fighting a shiver. "He didn't start really talking until he had already drugged me and I couldn’t focus. Something about fever and sex and death but..." you trailed off, nervous and unwilling to really finish that sentence. Shaking your head was a mistake you learned as nausea hit you. “Needed a test subject.”

Bane nodded slowly, hard eyes glinting off the light as he looked around the room. “There’s a camera,” he mused. “He’s watching.”

“Sick fuck,” you seethed. 

Bane huffed out something that could’ve been a laugh and wrapped his fingers around your wrist. You startled both of you by moaning lowly. His touch was like a soothing balm and lit match against your nerves at the same time. 

His eyes were on your face but his fingers didn’t move.  

“Fuck, I’m sorry- I don’t know-,” you stuttered. “Can’t think- Too fucking hot.” You clenched your teeth, cutting off the half-formed thoughts you couldn’t stop.

Calloused fingers brushed across your forehead and you bit back a whimper. 

“You have a fever.”

You nodded, eyes shut tight. There was a heavy pause.

“You are…aroused.”

You turned your face away from him but nodded again, shame rocketing through you. Tears fell against your will.

“Please just get me out of here,” you whispered.

The zip ties snapped easily under his hands and you had to clamp down on your mind straying to thoughts of feeling those rough fingers on your skin again. Your core throbbed at the mental image alone. You couldn’t help rubbing your thighs together, breath hitching. Vaguely, you realized you were gasping out a string of apologies when Bane shushed you, just a hiss leaking out of his mask.

“You are not in control of your body. Do what you must.” The words came out stiff, barely contained anger tingeing them but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you.

Dark eyes met yours as you searched his face, needing to see if he was serious. His sincerity was open and unwavering. The weight of his hand settled on your stomach, the warmth of his palm bleeding into the coil inside you and snapping it just as soundly as the zip ties. 

Your eyes rolled back and you groaned as that cooling wave shook through you, quieter this time. 

“It will be easier if I carry you out but it may be…uncomfortable for you.”

“Do what you must,” you parroted his words with a weak smile, hoping for levity.

A silent nod was the only reply and he was wrapping you up in the blanket you had been laying on. The texture was scratchy and it insulated the heat of your skin but you bit your tongue. Strong arms lifted you effortlessly. You buried your face in the blanket and settled against his chest as he moved. 

It was a position you had found yourself in before. You had a habit of falling asleep in places you shouldn’t and he often carried you to a place that wouldn’t have your back or neck screaming at you when you woke up. On one particular occasion, you had fallen asleep slumped over on the couch in your apartment and floated to awareness being lifted and carried to your bedroom. You felt like a child again, protected and cared for. Your nose pressed into his jaw, just under the line of his mask. He had laid you gently on your bed, still unmade from the morning, and brought the duvet up to your chin. You had tried to fight your way to full consciousness.

“Stay,” you breathed, afraid he wouldn’t hear. Afraid that he would hear and leave anyway. After a beat, the other side of your bed dipped with his weight, half laying, half sitting up against the pillows. You had rolled into him, soaking up his warmth. Later, you would  blame pressing your face into his chest on the fact that you had still been on the wrong side of consciousness.

His hand tentatively rested on your shoulder as if he didn’t know what to do with it. You let out a light hum, hoping to reassure him. A smile almost slid over your lips when his palm slid down along your spine to settle at the center of your back. 

Just before you slipped back into sleep, you swore you felt him press his mask against the crown of your head. 

“Little one,” Bane’s voice brought you out of the fog in your brain, “Are you with me?” 

You blinked your eyes open and lifted your head from the blanket cocoon. 

“Always,” you replied. You became mildly aware that you were in your apartment but you didn’t remember how you got there. How long had you been lost in your head?

“My men are taking care of Crane,” he said. You both knew what he meant but the fewer specifics you knew, the better. “Barsad will make sure that nothing from the camera he had in that room will be seen by anyone.” His grip on you tightened. “He will never touch you again.”

He deposited you on your bed and was standing over you once again. He didn't show any outward emotion. You didn't know what to say or how. 

"I'm sorry." You said anyway. It came out small and weak. Hell, you weren't even sure what you were sorry for. Getting kidnapped? Not being able to get out of the situation yourself? 

Your head was too full of feelings you didn't understand. You couldn't think straight. You had never been more aware of your own body before. The lingering feeling of Bane’s arms around you, the godawful blanket. You swore you could feel your blood flowing in your veins. 

Light fingertips ghosted across your forehead, pressing lightly on the creases between your eyebrows, and your eyelids fluttered closed. You bit your lip. 

"Does it hurt when I do this?" He moved his hand from your forehead to your wrist. His thumb rubbing just under the wound that the zip tie left. 

You shook your head, not trusting your ability to make any noise that wasn't wholly embarrassing. 

"I need to hear you say it." 

You swallowed hard. "No, it doesn't hurt. It’s like my body can't decide if it feels amazing or like I'm holding it next to an open flame." You rushed out. 

“What do you need?” he asked after a heavy pause.

A simple question that had your head spinning. Rapid fire flashes of his large frame over you, under you, those rough hands all over you, inside you. You bit down on a moan, nearly biting through your lip.

“Just talk to me. Please.” It came out shaky and too vulnerable. 

His brows furrowed. “That will not help with the effects of the toxin.”

Resolutely keeping your lips shut tight, another tear escaped down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb. 

“I cannot just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering.”

You shook your head, the action making your head swim. “I can’t ask that of you. I won’t.”

His hand settled on your stomach. The pressure sent waves through you. The fire in your core roaring anew.

“You don’t have to ask. You just have to let me.”

Your glassy, tired eyes met his dark, earnest ones as you searched for something, anything, that would give you reason to say no. You weighed the option of just letting the toxin do what it would instead of ruining what you and he had. 

But you couldn’t deny that you wanted what he was offering.

“Okay.” You nodded lightly. 

You hissed as he shifted the blanket off of you. It felt like sandpaper against your highly sensitive skin. His gaze flicked up to you but kept on his mission, lightly tracing his fingers up your thighs. It might've tickled a little if you had a better handle on your nerves. 

There was only a slight pause in his movements before he was bending down to pull his boots off and then joining you on the bed, kneeling in front of you. His eyes searched your face as he spread your thighs, placing one of your legs on either side of his hips. You fought down every bit of embarrassment you could feel burning red on your cheeks and looked away.

“No,” he spoke softly but clearly. A calloused finger under your chin turned you back to meet his gaze. “Don’t look away, little one. You need to stay present and tell me if I do anything to hurt you or if you need me to stop. I want to help, not cause more harm. Understand?”

Only after you gave a small nod did he release your chin and return his hands to your inner thighs, higher than before. His thumbs rubbing small circles mere inches from where you needed him.

His eyes caught on the damp patch darkening the fabric of your panties. He made a single slow pass over your center with his thumb. You bit down on the inside of your cheek and let out a rough exhale, your fists curling into the sheets.

“Try to relax,” he rumbled, gaze flicking up to your face and back down. “I understand this must be unpleasant for you but fighting the toxin will prolong the effects and may make it worse.”

A whine escaped your clenched teeth as you forced your muscles to relax. His thumb began slow, even circles over your clit, like a reward. Pleasure rose quickly now that you had stopped pushing it down. 

 “Nothing said or done here will leave this room,” he assured you. “You are safe to do what you need to get through this.” He hooked a finger around damp fabric and pulled your panties to the side. The first brush of a callused fingertip sent a jolt up your spine. “Tell me that you understand.”

Your hips rocked minutely, chasing his touch. “I understand.” 

“Good girl.”

His finger slid inside you in one push and your walls tightened around him, sending you over the edge again. You couldn't be embarrassed about the noise you made even if you tried.

The toxin’s haze faded marginally again. In all honesty, you had hoped that an orgasm brought on by someone else would have been all it would take but, of course, Crane’s concoctions are never that simple.

As many times as you indulged fantasies of Bane in your bed, though you would never admit it aloud, you didn't want it to happen like this. Not when it was only like an obligation for him. 

The finger steadily pumping inside you became two and the stretch brought you out of your thoughts with a whine. 

Bane slowed but didn’t stop. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, no, it’s just a lot,” you reassured him, moaning around the last word when picked up his pace again. “It’s like I’m feeling everything double or triple.”

“It’s good then?” 

He curled his fingers slightly, searching. 

“So good.” You choked on a gasp when he found the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Those rough fingertips massaged tight circles around it while his thumb copied the movement around your clit. 

Moans flowed from your lips unhindered. One of your hands reached down to clutch at his wrist while the other tightened in the sheets. 

You could feel the crest coming but it was just out of reach. Your head thrashed on the pillow, grinding your teeth. 

"Fuck, I can't. It's not-" you stopped with a whine, tears gathering in your eyes. Your hips rolled of their own accord in search of friction.

“It’s not enough,” he finished for you. 

"Crane told me that you'd send him a thank you gift for this." You blurted out. "Like this was something you wanted."

He froze. 

“He’s wrong, right? Of course he is,” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut tight. “You don’t want this. Why the hell would you? I’m just me. An annoyance even on a good day, a hindrance on any other. I’m not-” 

Pressing his hand over your lips, he stopped your rambling. 

"Not like this." It was quiet but you heard it, you knew you did. Your gaze met his again and you just stared at him for a heartbeat then two, willing yourself to take a chance. Telling yourself it would be worth it. 

Fuck it. If it goes wrong, you can just blame it on the toxin.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling yourself further toward him. Your heat pressed against the obvious tent in the front of his pants. His hand fell from your lips as you dragged yourself up to him, close enough to share breath.

“Please.” You ran your nose along his cheek and quickly unhooked your bra. His eyes flicked down briefly once the lace was removed and laying on the floor.

“Little one,” he murmured.

"You're the only person I would trust with this." You pressed a firm kiss to the front of his mask.

A harsh breath hissed out from behind the grate. He took only a brief pause to gather himself before moving off the bed stripping quickly. Your eyes raked over every inch of newly exposed skin. Lightly tanned, criss-crossed with scars, and stretched over his wide frame and well-built muscles. You’d seen him shirtless before under much different circumstances and it was a sight you had guiltily used on nights when you were alone and you knew this was something that you would add to your shameful late night fantasies until the day you died. 

His cock slapped against his stomach as his pants hit the floor. The sight alone had a whimper crawling up your throat. He was thick, flushed red and leaking, and you couldn’t tell if the need to feel him inside you was more the toxin or your own. 

Your breath caught when his fingertips curled into the top hem of your panties. His gaze held yours until the lace joined his pants on the floor and he returned to his spot between your thighs.

He wrapped a hand around himself, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Are you with me?” His eyes searched yours.

“Always,” you breathed. 

He filled you slowly, measured, careful, and watching your face the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you and he was acutely aware of the size difference between the two of you. His fingers flexed against your thighs, keeping you still in his grasp. 

Even with the toxin’s effects on you, the stretch of Bane filling you had a twinge of discomfort filtering through the pleasure otherwise washing over you. 

He finally bottomed out and you let out a low groan. You couldn’t decide where to keep your hands and they flitted from his shoulders to the bedsheets to his forearms to his abs, anything you could touch. Maybe if you found something to hold on to, you could keep yourself from floating away. 

Bane grunted as you clenched around him and minutely ground his hips into you. 

“Shit, move please,” your fingers dug into his forearms. 

You expected him to be rough and fast. Simply chasing release with his mission as a sole focus. But this was something else entirely. He was still focused but his mission was you, not just getting off. He was curled over you, forehead pressed into your shoulder, caging you in with his forearms and rolling his hips into you. It felt amazing.

But it wasn’t enough. You could tell he was holding back, even if it was for your sake, and, if this was the only time you got to experience Bane like this, you wanted all of him.

“Bane, baby, please.” You gripped the back of his neck and pulled his face up from its hiding place. Flicking your eyes up to meet his wild ones, you planted a firm kiss onto his mask, running the tip of your tongue along the grate. “I’m not gonna break.” You dug your heels into his ass, urging him on. His eyes darkened at your words, pupils already blown wide. His hips snapped forward with a grunt, forcing a gasp from between your lips. He levered up on his knees, towering over you, as he pulled out almost entirely and wrapped your hips in a bruising grip. 

A growl slid out from behind his mask as he looked down at you.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned out. Your eyes rolled back when he filled you again, impossibly deeper than before. 

Long gone was the caring pace he had set before. Every one of your favorite fantasies of rough sex with Bane couldn’t compare to the real thing. Part of you was already excited to see the vibrant bruises you’d find on your hips later. 

Bane’s angle was perfect, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with devastating precision. 

“Oh fuck, right there, please.” Your fingers curled around his wrists and your back arched up off the bed. 

You bit your lip hard to try and stop the string of embarrassing whines escaping with every powerful thrust. 

“No,” something akin to a snarl clawed out of Bane’s throat.

He pinned your wrists above your head, holding you fast with one hand. He ran the thumb of his other over your bottom lip, spit-slicked and bitten red, and pulled it from between your teeth. 

“I want to hear every single noise of pleasure you make,” he growled. 

You caught his thumb between your teeth and curled your tongue around it. His fiery gaze dropped to your lips as you sucked, drawing the calloused pad deeper into your mouth.

“I’ve heard those pretty sounds fall out of your lips countless times, I’ve heard you call my name at night, don’t you dare hide them from me now.”

He hooked his thumb behind your teeth and pulled down. A hard snap of his hips forced a loud cry from between your lips. 

“Good girl.” He chuckled darkly.

He released your jaw and trailed his hand down your neck. His fingers found your nipple, spit-slick thumb circling the bud before pinching it between rough fingers. You squirmed beneath him as he twisted and pulled, the bite of pain only serving to amplify the pleasure coursing in your blood. He showed the same treatment to your other nipple and you fought weakly against the hold he had on your wrists. 

“Please, fuck, please,” you moaned. At this point, you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your head was fuzzy with the tightening of the coil in your stomach. Each drag of his cock inside you, each grind against your clit, feeling wholly and solely overwhelmed by the man above you, nothing else existed outside this moment. 

“Let go, little one,” he purred. He reached down and rubbed tight circles over your clit. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

You screamed his name as the knot in your core snapped hard and your vision went white. Bane snarled and buried himself to the hilt finding his own release as you lost yourself in the waves of your orgasm crashing one after another. 

Floating back to yourself, you felt a firm body under your cheek and tentative fingertips tracing along your back. 

The toxin had burned itself out, no longer smoldering in your core. Now, you were afraid. Was all that just because of the toxin? Had Bane just reacted to you? Of course, he had offered but what if none of it really meant anything to him? Hell, it probably didn’t. Just a means to an end.

You didn’t realize you had started shivering until Bane moved you to lay over him and wrapped his arms and the duvet around you. 

You slid your hands under his shoulders and pressed your face into his neck. 

“Are you with me?” you whispered, fighting to keep your voice steady.

A beat of silence and his arms tightened around you. 

“Always.”

The talk that both of you knew needed to happen, could wait just a little while longer. For now, you were content to stay in the moment. You placed a slow line of kisses down his neck and pressed your nose into the juncture of his shoulder instead. 

“Sleep now, little one,” he rumbled beneath you. 

Just before unconsciousness took you, you felt him press his mask into the crown of your head. 

[thesweetnessofspring]

Trick or treat! 🍂

What name would Katniss and Peeta choose for their October baby?

I have such a hard time deciding on what the toast babies names are! All of the names in the series have such meaning, and Katniss in particular has a strong and flat-out stated meaning to hers that I think it's a tradition she would continue. I generally prefer to still call them by "the girl" and "the boy" even in fanfiction and none of the names I've seen or can think of sit quite right for me.

Katniss got her name so that she'd never starve as long as she could find herself. Her father, preparing her for the harsh world she lived in, provided her with a name of survival. We aren't given a reason for Prim's name and the only reference to it is that the primrose she was named for is "lovely."

So what would Katniss and Peeta want to instill in their child? This child born into a world that is safe enough for them, yet has left their parent with vast grief and immense love. This particular child born in a blaze of their father's favorite color, a season of foraging and preparing for the dark time ahead?

Girl Names

Dawn: A new start, a new day, a rebirth. Perfect for their first little toast baby.

Dove: A bird that represents peace, and a world born anew.

Heather: A hardy flower that endures through hardship.

Magnolia ("Maggie"): Magnolias are common and important in the US South. A flowering tree, they are strong, enduring, and beautiful. There is also medicinal uses for magnolia, including as a sleep aid and to reduce anxiety.

Boy Names

Glen: Another word for a clearing, it remind me of the meadow that represents the peace after so much loss.

Jasper: A semi-precious stone, I love that this is connected to Peeta's name (Peeta->Peter->"Rock"). Jasper has a link to warding off evil and being a protection.

Oak: A tree that produces acorns there is a practical use to oaks, as well as being a symbol of strength and how something small (an acorn) can become something mighty. And Gabriel Oak is a very Peeta-like character from a book that Suzanne Collins has acknowledged influenced Katniss's character.

River: Constantly moving and turning, this name would remind the little one that life changes. As another water name, it connects this little one to his momma.

[x3no9]

Another chapter, baby!

Disco Elysium, true to the tale fic.

Harry x Kim, Harry x Smoker on the Balcony and Smoker x Titus Hardie

Depressing, dirty and fun. Feeling a bit odd lately.