#I got this plot bunny and fucking ran with it

[libraryofgage]

I realized Steve is absolutely that kid whose parents put him through piano lessons solely so they could have another way to show off at parties and shit. And then that thought morphed into a little Steddie plot bunny and here we are lol:

Steve doesn't know it's the last time he'll sit at the grand piano, the last time he'll press down its keys and let music fill the empty room before bleeding out into the empty house.

He doesn't know that when his parents next come home, his mother will notice how horribly out of tune the instrument is. He doesn't know that it will be sent off somewhere for repair (his parents won't tell him where, no matter how he asks, and he'll never quite understand why) and lost to him. He doesn't know his parents won't bother buying another one; it was only ever there to impress party guests when Steve sat down and played some Bach. Without those parties, company or otherwise, there's no point in getting another one: both the piano and Steve will have outlived their usefulness.

He doesn't know that he'll be storing away his sheet music, carefully placed into folders and in a waterproof box for safekeeping. He doesn't know that he'll soon become too consumed by high school and dating and monsters to idly write down notes on a staff. He doesn't know that when he's swinging a nail-ridden bat in the future (to destroy monsters, sure, but destruction is destruction, right?) he'll ache with the pain of missing the act of creation as a means of stress relief.

He doesn't know any of that, so Steve sits down at the grand piano with a soft smile, gently trailing his fingers over the keys before lining them up in the Middle C-position. He runs through a few warm-ups, letting muscle memory take him away, so he doesn't have to think. Without another thought, he seamlessly transitions into idly playing, bits and pieces of everything he remembers and songs he's heard blending together.

Mozart's Air morphs into Beethoven's Fur Elise into Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. It doesn't all sound good together, but that's not the point when Steve plays by himself. All that matters is letting his brain shut off for a bit, letting the notes and echoes mingle together to create something new and joyful.

After two hours on the piano, his wrists are aching; he always forgets to hold them in the proper position when he plays alone. But it's a good ache, one that reminds him of the music still dancing around in his brain.

Steve takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, feeling the last of his tension dissipate. He lets his hands linger on the piano for a little longer before standing and leaving the room, tragically unaware of his imminent and unavoidable loss.

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Steve is sprawled across an old couch in Gareth's garage, reading Eddie's well-loved copy of Lord of the Rings. He'd promised to at least give it a go, and he had to admit he was looking forward to finally understanding some of the references Hellfire Club and the kids make. His progress is slow, but he's almost halfway through after two weeks of work. Reading while Corroded Coffin practices helps; the background noise of their music is perfect, letting him ignore all other sounds and focus.

Of course, that's provided they actually play continuously instead of starting the same song over and over only for Eddie to stop them halfway through. When it happens for the sixth time, Eddie growls in frustration, tugging harshly at a lock of hair. "It still sounds wrong!" he cries, dropping into a crouch while cradling his guitar close.

"Stopping us halfway through isn't helping," Gareth points out, idly twirling a drumstick as he watches Eddie's lament.

"Do you know what's wrong yet?" Asher asks.

Steve can longer focus on Lord of the Rings. Instead, he places the book on his chest and looks at the band to watch how this plays out. Eddie scowls and looks up at Asher. "Unfortunately, Ashy Baby, no."

Jeff, meanwhile, has locked eyes with Steve. And because Jeff knows the perfect way to get Eddie off their asses is to get him on Steve's instead, he says, "Why don't you ask Harrington what he thinks?"

Eddie whips around to look at Steve, eyes wide and hopeful. He doesn't even bother standing from his crouch, instead waddling his way over to Steve and testing his ability to hold back laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the sight. "Stevie, baby, sweetheart, lover boy, please tell me that wonderful brain of yours has an idea so your favorite boyfriend can finish this rocking song."

"You're my only boyfriend."

"Which automatically makes me your favorite," Eddie points out, grinning as he leans closer. With Steve still laying down, Eddie's the perfect height in his crouch to kiss him. He lingers for a few seconds before pulling away, and Steve knows his own smile matches the dopiness of Eddie's.

"Have you considered adding a piano?" Steve asks.

"None of us know how to play," Asher says, and Steve would look at him if Eddie's face and hair and shoulders and everything weren't filling his entire line of sight.

Without thinking, Steve hums and says, "I do."

"Do what?" Eddie asks.

"Know how to play piano."

There's a silence that follows his sentence, one that makes Steve's stomach lurch as he wonders if he's maybe fucked up the shaky peace and friendship he's finally managed to build with the other members of Corroded Coffin. He doesn't know how his words might have done it, but he's scrambling to somehow take them back when Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth, the bands of his rings pressing against Steve's lips.

"Gareth, you still got that keyboard?" he asks, keeping his eyes locked on Steve. There's a light dancing in them like he's just discovered magic is real, like Steve has amazed him beyond imagination.

With a grunt, Gareth gets up from his drums and steps into his house. The rest of them stay in silence while waiting, Eddie refusing to remove his hand no matter how much Steve licks his palm. When he finally gives up and just glares at Eddie, his boyfriend grins brightly back.

"It's a little dusty, but it'll work fine," Gareth says when he comes back, and Eddie finally moves his hand and body, allowing Steve to see Gareth setting up a keyboard a few feet away from his drums.

"Okay, sweetheart," Eddie says, taking the book from Steve and carefully setting it aside before pulling him off the couch, "you've heard the song enough. Play what's missing."

Steve hesitates before walking over to the keyboard. Eddie sticks to him like a shadow, sliding his arms around Steve from behind once he's standing in front of the white and black keys. An odd nervousness churns in Steve, tugging at his spine and making his palms clammy, but he knows it would be much worse without Eddie there. If he had to play in front of the band without feeling like anyone was on his side, he'd probably just throw up instead.

"It, uh, it's been a while," he says quietly, easily falling into the muscle memory of tracing the keys and finding Middle C and dancing his fingers through warm-ups despite his words.

Eddie squeezes him tighter as Jeff asks, "Since you've played? Why?"

Memories of his grand piano rise in Steve unbidden, overwhelming him in a rush of longing for the instrument itself and the relaxation of playing. "My parents paid for lessons and had me play at company parties. They, uh, sent it off to be tuned, but it got damaged, and they didn't get another one."

"That sucks, Stevie," Eddie murmurs, soft and reassuring and Steve suddenly feels far more confident.

He looks up at Jeff. "Can you start playing again?" he asks, flashing a grateful smile when Jeff nods and starts strumming the song's opening notes.

Steve listens closely, breathing in the tune he's heard so many times and letting it take hold. He doesn't allow himself to actually think, letting Jeff's guitar and Eddie's arms and hair and scent drown out everything else. Before he knows it, he's playing a hesitant tune that grows with confidence as he follows the song laid out before him. He's always a measure behind, chasing the guitar's echoing notes as they fade.

He and Jeff make it through the whole song without Eddie telling them to stop. When the final notes of guitar and piano echo together, the latter still chasing the former even at the end, Steve is shaking with excitement and anxiety and grief and joy.

He lets out a slow breath, feeling tension he didn't even realize had lingered for so long finally draining from his shoulders and dissipating. Steve can also feel Eddie's face pressed against his neck, a smile searing into his skin as Eddie squeezes him even tighter.

"I love you so fucking much, Stevie, that's exactly what was missing," Eddie says, his words the only warning he gives before pulling Steve away from the keyboard and off his feet and spinning him around. His surprised yelp quickly morphs into laughter that still lingers even after Eddie has set him down again.

Gareth and Jeff and Asher have already started discussing how the other parts of the song might change with the addition of a keyboard, but Steve is too busy turning in Eddie's arms and kissing his smile away to pay them any mind. He can worry about inevitably being roped into the band's practices later, after he and Eddie are breathless and flushed and smiling bright.

[velvet-paradox]

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Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female reader Summary: you accidently call Simon while taking care of yourself. (got inspo from lovi on twitter) Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, porn with very little plot female masturbation, male masturbation, descriptive actions, anal mentions, toy mentions, A LOT of dirty talking, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

It's not that his phone is ringing in the middle of the night. It's not even the fact he'd just finally drifted off to sleep either. When he fumbled and grumbled, (of course he was grumbling) Simon Riley wrote the book on the Art of the Grumble you were certain, he was just relieved it wasn't Price. He was exhausted and was thisfuckingclose to telling the captain to pound sand if he had to pull another fifteen hour shift on base!

But no, it was not captain Price and it wasn't Johnny either. The screen of his phone stark white, taunting him in the dark of his room, as the time and your name and picture popped up. The one he'd taken of you and König in Vienna.

What was this about now? Simon huffed, dark blonde brows forming together. You better not be calling him from the bar again, needing a ride home, not trusting anyone else to swoop in to the drunken rescue. You saved money on Uber's and he got to look after you.

WIn - win.

" 'ello bird, what is it this time?"

Silence.

"Foxy, come on now, it's late. If you need a ride jus--"

"Oh yeah, oh that feels so good." You said through your teeth, hissing from a bit of a distance. What was that? Were you getting laid? Jesus H. You sounded breathless, out of it until some more rustling and now your voice wasn't so clouded in mystery.

You whined out something fierce which both confused and interested to the masked devil.

"Fox, can you hear me? Bird answer m--"

Another low whine followed by a low and quiet buzzing. "Oh fuck, I wish you were here. Oh fuck that feels so good, bet you would have a fucking ball using this one me. Oh Simon… please!"

He sat up quickly, his ear to the phone burning hot, a blush of discovery rising through his naked body, Ghost ran hot most nights, even in the winter months and said fuck it about four years ago and slept nude. Either you were having a decent fucking shag with another man named Simon, or you were thinking about him.

Well what have we here, you little sly little fox?

"So glad I got that princess plug, this feels amazing. Oh Simon, if you only knew, if you only fucking knew the things I want from you. What I'd let you do to me, what I want -oohhh fuck too much too much--" you cried and the buzzing stopped abruptly. You were panting and humming and without a second thought Simon's hand was stroking his waking cock through his sheets.

And just what did you want him to do? Simon bit his lip as he listened in, pulling his phone away only for a moment, making sure the volume was at it's highest before he put it on speaker.

"O-oh god, yeah. I don't wanna' cum again just yet! Want you to tease me, tie me up and make a mess. Mmmm maybe you'd make me clean it up too. I'd ride your fucking boots if you asked!"

Oh. Simon was not expecting that sentence or the filthy way you moaned, satisfied with saying it out loud.

"Can I? Can I L.T. can I ride your boots, I'll clean up m-my mess, I promise. Mmm, sitting under desk, your personal desk bunny you're," you really started breathing hard then, whimpering as he could now make out a wet, splotching sort of noise. Oh fuck- you were fingering yourself now. "Your fucktoy. Oh god! Yeah, I wanna' be your little fuck toy. Use me. Use my mouth, use my fucking pussy, I am so wet right now, oh shit!" You giggled wetly to yourself, gasping and Simon could only imagine you adding another finger into your spongy hole.

A fucktoy? boot riding? a plug in your asshole with fingers in your cunt? You were a nasty, freaky little thing. Oh this was better than any video he had watched recently! Interactive as he continued to stroke himself with you, the sheet had earned a wet pre-cum spot and had to be pulled away, Simon put his head down and spat on his cock, smearing his saliva around the girthy crown of it.

You were a dirty girl.

He loved it.

You were demure in the halls, paid close attention to detail, slick and sly when you need be, hence your call sign being Fox. You were quiet but funny, witty and no one had a bad word to drop about about you. Your lore on how you ended up with the 141 was something of legend, a myth that one day you just appeared like an apparition and no one questioned why. Just roll with it. You didn't cause trouble, kept your nose down but you knew things about each team member that soldiers could only dream of knowing. A book of secrets. Clearly.

Simon chuckled darkly to himself all the things you could come up with, possibly thing he hadn't even heard of. Simon wasn't into the BDSM scene, he knew a variety of knots of course but to use them on someone, never given the opportunity. As he spat on his cock again, the image of your face appeared. Maybe you liked to be spat on in too. The cute little whimpers and gasps you were doing on your end might suggest you like a lot more than just spit.

"Simon please! Bet you feel good, I know y-you're big, you'd stretch me out. Make me gape for you, oh fuck that's so hot!" You're erratic, your sheets are rubbing together faster and you're now on the verge of squealing like a stuck piglet. "Hold me down, pull my hair, those big fucking hands of yours on me, in me. Oh baby, finger me nice and deep, deeper than I can reach."

You wanted him so desperately and that made the lieutenant fuck his fist faster, slippery and noisy and wet. His hard cock just sloppily going up and down his shaft, he squeezed the mushroom cap like head of it, felt himself jerk and twitch before going hands free. Slapping it against his messy palm.

"Talk me through it baby, tell me what to do, how to do it. How fast, how slo-ow, oh yeah that's nice. Oh fuck I can feel it coming, I'm gonna' cum again. Shit." You grunted and made the most delicious sound Simon had ever heard in his whole damn life.

You were moaning, tapping the gem of the plug if he were correct.

Tap tap, tap tap.

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, finger my pussy, make me cum. Make me squirt, shoot your fat fucking load all over my face. I'll be your best girl, I swear it I swear it! I'm gonna' cum if I pull this out now." You cried, panting to your little hearts' desire. Simon was close too, he did his best to match your moans and sobs of pleasure, planting his feet and bucking his defined hips.

"I'd cum just about anywhere on ya', Foxy." Simon grunted quietly to himself. "Foxy fucktoy. Mmmm that does 'ave a bit of a ring to it, aye? Bad fuckin' girl."

You slapped something then. Your face, a tit perhaps, your pussy but you were whining and carrying on and Simon had to shut his eyes, imagining you working the princess plug in and out.

Oh for fucks' sake, he'd sell his left nut to see your pretty face, worn out, fucked out, in bliss and pleasure, sticking your pink tongue out. Eyes rolled back as you continued to fuck your fingers in tandem with his own fist.

"Gonna' cum oh shit, I'm gonna' cum again. For you. Only for you, sir!" He could hear your sloppy fingers plunging in and out of you pussy, faster and faster, louder and louder you became.

"Oh fuck yes, Simon! Yes, sir!"

You came with a shout, groaning and grunting behind your teeth. You sounded absolutely feral, pornographic. He couldn't hold it back any longer either, Simon bit into his cheek and came into his hand, it shot up and onto his stomach, muscles tight as he coaxed the last dribbling bits of cum onto his skin. He gave his palm a 'good game' type slap with his cock, laying back further into his pillows.

God damn.

"Fuck that was good. If only, if only you were here mmmm." You finally huffed out. You rolled over, to whatever side of your bed or maybe just readjusted yourself and your toys but he heard a clank of something and then your voice, clear as day. "What the fuck…oh my god. Oh no! Oh please don't be a voice note!"

Simon had to chuckle at your change in attitude.

"Oh for the love of… please be asleep. Pleasepleaseplease L.T. be asleep. I didn't mean to call --"

"On the contrary love," Simon held up his phone to his mouth, he heard you gasp on the other end. "I heard every last word and you sounded so damn fine. Bet you're glowing after coming so damn hard," you scrambled for words on your line, mumbling out a sorry excuse for an apology. He clicked his teeth at you like one would a horse. "Ah ah, Foxy. If there's a green Post-it on my door when I wake, your wish will be my command. And I am often fond of those aren't, Fox?"

"Very much so, sir."

"That's a girl. Now why don't you go get cleaned up and get some rest. Depending on your answer, soldier, you just might need it."

Simon chuckled to himself when he rose that morning, his entire door was covered with little green Post-its and none were the wiser when you passed each other in the mess hall.

[writingbynova]

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Nanami Kento ★

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⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ⊹ : dom! MNanami xsubfem!reader - explicit content; minors DNI - pwp (porn with slight plot) - BDSM - rope bunny - brat tamer - degrading - missionary - choking/breath play - overstimulation - degrading kink - [un]protected sex - multiple orgasms - pet names (darling, baby)- degrading names (slut, cock sleeve...)- creampie - squirting - edging - shibari/bondage - pussy spaking - oral!fem&male receiving - brat taming - mind breaking (let me know if I missed any tags)

Word count:~2.3k

Remember this ? Yeah uhm, is getting your lick back on pussy drunk Nanami really a good decision? Don't worry your ability to walk will determine that for us later.

Ready? Player one fight! Arcade mode till the batteries die!♡

"I told you I'd get my lick back" you smirked

You hadn't forgotten the way Nanami absolutely destroyed your ability to walk. Well today was his turn. You had him tied up in his office's arm chair while he was sleeping. Amateur mistake, you had done a good job at tying him up, watched tons of videos, practiced on plushies and friends. He was wrapped in a thick red rope.

"What's going on darling?" He asked, falsely confused by the situation

"Remember when you decided to get dinner between my thighs ? Told you I'd get my lick back, in case this is obvious enough, I'm getting my lick back Kento" you replied full of smugness, pulling on his tie

"Come on darling, you're not going to do this to me right ?"

"Shut up, I'm doing the talking. Do you consent ?" You spat, hoping your stress wasn't audible in your voice, truth was you had absolutely no self assurance, you just hoped and prayed for the best.

"I do...but do you ?"

"Yeah, of course I do, because I'm doing all the action now." You tried pouring assurance into your tone but you were utterly confused. Consent to what ?

"You really think you'll have the upper hand on me the whole time ? How cute."

Even when tied up he still found a way to act dominant on you.

You unzipped his pants, playing with the bulge forming through his boxers. You kissed his tip across the fabric, finally pulling him off the boxers, he was hard, so fucking hard.

"You're gonna have to beg Kento" you teased tracing lines up and down his girth.

"How about you start ?"

Huh ?

He yanked you off his lenght, his hand firmly gripping your hair. "Told you it wouldn't last long" he mocked.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. How come ? You had tied him up the best you could, but right now his hand wrapped around your hair like a leash, he was standing, and you were on your knees. Back to your habits.

You should have payed attention when he showed you how to tie hands, now you were the one tied up on the bed, entirely too vulnerable for how mad he was, displaying a soft smile who basically screamed 'you're fucked.'

"Correct me if I'm wrong...So first you tie me up and attempt to get revenge on me which I must admit I wasn't expecting. Kudos on that. But then you did a very poor job on tying my hands which cut your plans short, and on top of that you tried to make me beg ? Hilarious. Seems like I've got to correct this bratty behavior of yours... But I know. Mhm it's that filthy pussy of yours causing you to behave like this I know. I'd say she deserves some spanks..."

His words sent shivers straight through your spine "please Kento, I was only joking, it wasn't anything serious" you lied. Of course he didn't believe you. But the look he gave you. Oh that shut you right up.

The tip of his fingers came smearing your juices all over your folds, his index teased you, sliding up and down until the first one came *spank* right on your clit, you immediately felt your body heating up. His thumb ran to bully the sensitive bud, slowly pressing it down. The second one *spank* this one was harder, it took the air right out of your lungs, you choked out a cry. Desperately trying to escape his hold, squirming and shaking around. He landed a hard slap on your thighs, you scream breathlessly the surface felt hot, burning hot, tingling.

"I know baby but you should have thought about this before playing smart you know... Few spanks will just show you the right direction, I know you can take it, be a good girl" his slapped on your clit again and again, you screamed? He laughed, watching you lose your mind was his nemesis. He landed one last slap on you, that one had your mind spinning, it hurt but in a good way, or did it ? You couldn't tell. Fat tears running down the side of your face. You cried his name between hiccups. "Shhhh I know baby I know, let me relieve you a little okay?"

Without any rest his tongue came circling your abused clit, sucking and licking at the bud.

You pleaded and begged but nothing made it "please, Ken, I'm begging you Ken— I'm losing my mind" you mewled, watching your chest rise up and down at a dangerous speed. His voice covered your relentless whines and moans, his fingers pried your walls open, rubbing and curving on your inside. "Feels good huh ? I know baby, I know you want to cum desperately, you're a slut. It's what you're made for, don't be shy, go on"

You felt your skin prickle, your thighs shuddered fighting his arms, spreading them apart. Until when his hand left your pussy making you whine at his loss

"You could've been such a good girl y'know ? Getting stuffed full jus' how you like it. But you wanted to act rebellious huh? How's that going ?"

"'m sorry ken, 'm really sorry you know? I wont do it again, I promise I- I'll behave, I will, please. Please ?" You pleaded, watching him deny you so close to your climax. Unfortunately for you he was unwavering. Like your words entered one ear and immediately left from the other. "Mhm ? So what now ? You wanna cum like good girls ?" He hummed in a dissaprobational tone, closing his eyes and shaking his head left and right. "You should have considered that when you were too enthusiastic about getting your 'lick back'... Listen carefully now. Punishment is what's coming for you. I'm gonna torture and defile that slutty body of yours until all that sass you displayed earlier is turned into a nice personal and grateful cock sleeve understood? 'nd I'm gonna start by using that stupid mouth of yours. Who's doing the talking now ?"

His tip came pressing on your lips, prying your mouth open. His length brought warmth, just feeling his in your mouth had your pussy jealous. His hands came to grip the sides of your face, a mischievous smile displayed. That should have been your warning. His hand pushed your face down his cock. He was filling up your entire mouth. He kept you down for a while, streaks of saliva dripping down your lips, your eyes fluttered, trying to chase the tears that threatened to leak.

"Relax your throat darling, keep those teeth away. Be good and I'll make you cum till you forget just who you are, okay?"

His words have a new fire burning in you, just the idea of letting you finish nearly has you pleasing for it. Kinda difficult when his dick's fucking your mouth like a fleshlight. Now the goal isn't to arise so pity for you, no. The new goal is to be the perfect fuck doll for him. In short; your pussy's taken the reigns of your brain. You look up at him. Slutiness adorning your face, your tongue licking over his length. Whenever he pulls out, even for the shortest time, you apply a sloppy kiss on the head of his cock, greedily licking and lapping at the precum smeared on him. "Mhm seems like someone's liking this...come on, do your job make me cum."

Quite immediately your mouth wraps around him, you stupidly bob your head around him, left and fight, making sure to suck his tip just how he loves it. His grunts make your pussy flutter it's almost unbearable, the filthiest memories come to dirty up your already horny mind. His cock in you is the only thing you can think of. Nothing to grind upon, hand tied, deprived clit, feels terrible. Although that's just what's encouraging you. The thought, the idea of him ravaging your body. A need.

"You're gonna swallow all my cum darling ?"

The question felt stupid. At this point you were basically a throat goat. You nodded as much as you could with the limited space range you had. His cock immediately came spurting and shooting thick rope of cum right down you throat. Which you of course, immediately swallowed.

"What a slut. What a good slut. I can tell you're yearning for my cock."

You didn't bother talking, only frantically nodding. Perhaps his throat-training was working.

He helped you get off the floor onto the bed.

He was so swift with his moves but soft at the same time, his eyes always interlocking with yours to check up on how you were doing, to catch every and even the slightest bit of worry but no. Nothing. Only lust. And he saw that. He leaned to kiss your thigh. His eyes didn't leave yours. You matched him, eagerly, lifting your head in hopes it'd entice him to pay some attention to your exposed pussy. "Be a good girl, take this, silently. Like a pliant little mute bitch. I'm sure you can do that, I'm sure you would if you wanted this cock so terribly.."

The moment his mouth rested on your wetness, sucking all the juices, playing and teasing your throbbing clit. His arm went around your arched lower back holding you on his tongue. You eyes rolled back, your brain was losing itself

'keep quiet,keep quiet,keep quiet" you told yourself, clinging onto his orders. Burying the softest and filthiest moans down. 'toomuch,toomuch,toomuch' your mind mewled. His thumb rubbed frantically on your tired bud. 'fuckfuckfuckfuck' you could feel yourself throbbing harder and faster. You blinked frantically 'so close, so fucking close so fucking badly close, bad, bad, bad' your mind kept blaring like alarms. Your body sank in the mattress. A loud whine escaping your lips. Your legs shook, your pussy squirted, spurted, again and again each time his fingers rubbed on you. Unleashing streaks of liquid everywhere. His fingers slowly and reluctantly left your wetness, and you were left a mess huffing and puffing, whining, whimpering even though your mind was screaming at you to 'shut up'

He knelt between your legs, looking down at you, the cum seeping from your hole.

He hummed, slowly shaking his head. "You tried. Obviously not enough...but I'll show some mercy, though you don't deserve it. Not quite."

His tip pressed against your folds. Smearing his precum over your drowning wet entrance

He listened to your whines, nodding while you blabbered whatever you were blabbering, slowly pushing himself in you. You shivered at the additional heat burning from your lower stomach. You had been pleading for this and still it felt as though your mind would rupture at any given second.

"So fucking wet and still, still so tight" he hissed slowly thrusting in you, slow, watching your face twist as the pleasure got it's grip on you. Slow, until slow was just a long gone memory and he was thrust in and out of your gummy walls like a mad man. "F'king slut, y're a f'king whore. Coulda been a good girl— would've been getting fucked nice and right, cumming like a princess but no, no you had to put up a fight, you had to be bratty, yearning for revenge. Shouldn't even let you cum y'know? You don't deserve it." He hissed.

"Am sorry Kento, I'm sorry I was bad, I won't do it again, I won't!" You mewled desperately trying to salvage the remains of the pity he once had for you. His hips smacked against your ass violently, like your words only pushed him. Your walls were squeezing him tightly holding on while he dragged himself in and out again along with all the cum you'd smeared around him.

"'m cumming Kento, cumming, cum—" your voice was cut short. His veiny hand wrapped tightly around your neck, squeezing the air out of you while his thrust fucked out the last bits of your consciousness. Pure raw bliss. Warm tears blurred your eyes when your orgasm ripped you apart and his hand left your throat, his figure towered over yours, still you were shivering and shaking. It felt like the pleasure was just pilling up, overlooking you, you felt frail, like another thrust would break you. His goal; breaking you, because broken sluts can't rebel.

"Now that you're a good girl you should be able to offer pleasure. Come on, come take a ride"

He pulled out of your hole, letting it all drip down on the sheets. You climbed on him, then guided him to your entrance, your mind was blank you only followed his orders. Didn't waste a second considering how fucking big he was. His girth stretched you so easily, you held onto his shoulders, digging your nails in his skin. Raising yourself up and down his length, covering him with your juices. You tried listening to his grunts over your own voice, hearing him groan and moan your name has your pussy throbbing for more, you leaned into his shoulder while his arms wrapped around your back helping you up and down his length. Faster, and faster, and faster. You were full on moaning and screaming his name brainlessly, happily mewling whatever came to your mind. The overwhelming sensation ran up and down your spine, to the tip of your shaky fingers, it felt like your entire body was ringing.

"Please, please m'cumming Kento, ah, dunno if I can't keep on, s'too much !" You pleaded feeling your mind sway left and right. Completely at his mercy. For a second he slowed down. For a second, a split second even. His hand lowered themselves to grip your hips. Ravaging you. No matter how much you cried and moaned "too big! S'too big, ah please" your legs bucked around him, and like a ritual your eyes rolled back and you felt that long awaited knot snap in you. You tightened around him, hard. He kept you at his base , throwing his head back. Pumping his semen in you. "What's your name again ? You don't know huh ? Guess we'll just rename you how does 'Kento's fucktoy' sound ? "

Your eyes gazed upon him. You didn't have the strength to talk or anything like such. You look at him, with a dumb smile, a dazed puffy eyed look. Perfect ruined.

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☆ Day 14 : Lace and Leather

�� [ Synopsis ] : After a messy breakup, Jongho seeks comfort in a charming bunny, unaware of the surprises ahead. Will this new pet awaken desires that blur the lines between affection and temptation?

☆ Word Count : 2.3k ☆ Genre : Smut, Some plot, Animal Shifter Au, Idol Au. ☆ Pairing : Idol! Jongho x Shapeshifter Bunny! F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), a bit of plot, Sub reader, Soft Dom Jongho, praise, lingerie, making out, neck kisses, pet names (bunny, baby), master kink, very graphical, bunny shapeshifter, pet/owner relationship, clueless bunny, kinda naive, reader speaks in third person ( in a few parts), unprotected sex ( don’t be so daring, wrap it up). {lemme know if I missed it }

NOTE : Day 14 is here, ma chéries! I decided to experiment with the theme a bit, keyword tried. This is my first time writing a bunny reader, so please go easy on me! I’d love any suggestions on how I can improve writing this kinda stuff.

His hyungs watched as Jongho hurriedly packed his bags right after rehearsals, almost as if he were rushing to catch a train. Since his recent breakup, Jongho had changed. He no longer stayed after practice, often ran home in a rush, and only hung out with the members once or twice a week.

The group assumed this was just his way of healing, and after he got a pet bunny, everyone figured he was fine. Truth to be told, he was doing better than expected. Spending time with the bunny he had name y/n, was the only thing keeping him sane after that messy breakup and hectic scedules for the comeback.

“Looks like Y/N finally replaced that stupid girl. My baby bro's happy again.” Mingi chuckled, watching the younger leave the room with bags slung over his shoulder and a shopping bag in hand.

“She’s just a bunny, man. But yeah, he does seem happier.” San chimed in, stating the obvious.

“He’s so happy he forgot to change out of that leather-ish outfit!” Seonghwa exclaimed, shaking his head as he watched Jongho leave.

Jongho was truly happy when he found the white bunny outside his house exactly five minutes after his girlfriend left after an ugly fight. He felt utterly hopeless in that moment, and with ATEEZ's comeback on the line, packed with a fuck ton of shoots, rehearsals, brand deals, and interviews, he needed something to distract him. He figured a pet could help, so he took the bunny in.

The cute bunny made him happy. Her playful antics, pretty face, and bunny tongue licks slowly helped him forget about the stupid girl who had broken his heart. He spent all his free time playing with her, day and night, after rehearsals. He named her Y/N. And that’s how you became his only hope, his light at the end of a dark tunnel.

But you were no ordinary bunny. You were a shapeshifter, capable of turning into a human at the command of your master, a human master with whom you formed a bond. That bond was created with Jongho on the day of his breakup when he took you in.

Jongho only discovered your shapeshifting abilities a few months ago when he came home late after a practice session and found a beautiful girl sitting on his kitchen island, flour all over her face, chomping on carrots and completely naked.

Your big bunny eyes, innocent yet with a glint of tempting invitation, captivated him. The first time he kissed you, his brain practically short-circuited from the intense sparks he felt—something he never thought was even possible. Your lips were soft and inviting, and don’t even get him started on that bunny tongue.Oh! that tongue could single-handedly show someone heaven on earth.

Whenever you shapeshifted, he loved putting you in one of his oversized hoodies, and the way you followed him around the house gave him a sense of warmth and comfort.

With you shapeshifting at his command, it wasn’t too hard to keep you hidden behind the guise of “just a pet,” but when you took your beautiful human form, that was a whole different story. As Jongho’s attachment to you grew, it didn’t take long before the two of you indulged in some spicy fun.

Your body responded to him like any human body would, his kisses gave you butterflies, his bites turned you on, and his hands roaming your body sent shivers down your spine. Every time his girthy cock entered your tiny hole, waves of pleasure coursed through your entire body, leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

Each time he fucked you, your desire for him only grew stronger. Lust clouded your mind as you wagged your little bunny tail at his every command, eagerly fulfilling his every dirty desire.

Did you feel like he was taking advantage of you? No.

You loved how he cared for you, and you willingly indulged in him every time.

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"Khamsamida, madam." Jongho thanked the shop owner after purchasing the special outfit for you. It was lingerie. Luxurious, delicate, and embroidered with intricate lace. As he handed over his card, the shop owner smiled knowingly.

"You've got great taste. This piece will definitely make someone very happy," she remarked, carefully folding the delicate lingerie into a sleek, satin-lined gift box. "It's one of our finest sets, perfect for a special someone."

Jongho nodded, his mind already envisioning you in the outfit. He was getting a bit bored seeing you in his oversized hoodies all the time and thought this luxurious lingerie could, you know, spice things up even more.

When he got home, he found you lying on the couch, munching on some baby carrots while something random played on the TV. Dropping his things, he joined you on the couch, and you quickly snuggled into him, his warm embrace giving you immense comfort.

"Y/n missed Master Jongho." you exclaimed cutely as Jongho caressed your hair. Usually, Jongho hated doing lovey-dovey things like this, but one look at your innocent face and he was ready to give you anything that left your lips. It felt almost hypnotic, the way he fulfilled every single one of your wishes while your sweet voice addressed him as Master.

"I missed you too, pretty girl." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I got you a gift. Wanna see?" he asked, his hands gently rubbing your back as you leaned deeper into his warmth.

Your eyes lit up instantly at the mention of a gift, you loved surprises. "A gift? For Y/n ?" you asked eagerly, shifting onto your knees. The movement caused the oversized hoodie to ride up, exposing a glimpse of your cute butt.

"Yeah, all for you," he said, nodding toward the bag resting on the table. Without hesitation, you made a beeline for it.

Opening the gift, you tilt your head as you pick up the lingerie set. “What is this ?” you asked him as you walked towards him. Clothes were something you became aware of after meeting Jongho so then, what is this new weird piece of cloth ? you wondered as you waited for Jongho to answer.

"This is something you wear. They're clothes." Jongho explained, his cheeks turning apple red, excitement building at the thought of finally seeing you in the lingerie set.

"Does Master Jongho like this?" you asked, your innocent question had him already feeling flustered as he nodded. "Then Y/N will wear it!" you smiled brightly, starting to pull off the hoodie when he quickly stopped you.

"Wait! Baby, you don’t put this on... in front of me." he stammered, grabbing your hands as you reached for the zipper.

"Why?" you asked, genuinely confused, tilting your head to the side.

"Oh, my baby bunny..." he began, trying to explain through his flustered state. "When someone gives you something like this, you go to another room, put it on, then come back and show them." he said, hoping to hide how much he was anticipating it.

"Oh, like a performance?" you asked, eyes lighting up with excitement. He nodded, relieved, as you sprinted off to the bedroom to put it on.

"Master Jongho, help!" you called from the bedroom, and he rushed in, heart racing. What he saw made his breath catch, you had pulled a playful prank on him, but you looked absolutely stunning in the scarlet lingerie. The sight would leave him daydreaming about you for weeks.

The lingerie hugged your body in all the right places, the soft lace perfectly framing your chest and enhancing the curves of your boobs, plumping them up. The satin straps draped over your shoulders, highlighting yourr delicate collarbone. The lace panties sat snugly against your hips, accentuating the curve of your waist and amplifying the softness of your thighs. Every inch of the fabric seemed designed to highlight your most alluring features, leaving nothing to the imagination yet teasing just enough to drive Jongho wild.

Admiring your beautiful form, Jongho stepped closer, each movement making your heart race with anticipation. "Do I look good, Master?" you squeaked softly as he towered over you.

Leaning in, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Good? You look absolutely breathtaking, baby." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

"Call me Jongho from now on, okay?" he murmured, and you nodded in response as he pressed a lingering kiss to your collarbone, sparking a fire deep inside you.

As Jongho’s lips grazed your neck, he began littering the soft skin with kisses, each one lingering, each one sending electricity through your body. His hands slowly made their way down, squeezing and massaging your ass cheeks as you arched into his touch. His breath was hot against your neck, and you couldn't stop the small gasps that escaped you with each firm squeeze of his hands.

“Jongho...” you whispered, struggling to keep your voice steady as his kisses grew more intense and demanding. While the idea of lingerie was fresh for you, ironically, making out was a skill you had perfected, earning a Ph.D. in the art of seduction. You understood exactly what your beloved Master craved, how he enjoyed your touch, and precisely when to take control, all thanks to the countless weird videos on some sketchy looking website you found on Jongho’s laptop.

Without a word, he pushed you backward, your back meeting the wall with a soft thud. His strong hands held you in place as he lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. You could feel the hardness of his member pressing against your wetness, the friction making you moan as he began to grind against you. His movements were slow, torturous, his hard length rubbing perfectly against your core, still barely concealed by the thin lingerie. Every grind, every press of his hips left you aching for more, desperate for the feeling of him inside you.

Jongho’s lips moved lower, trailing from your neck to your chest, before he sank to his knees. His dark eyes gleamed with hunger as they roamed over your body, the tight leather of his pants creaking softly as he knelt down.

He gripped your thighs, parting them, and without a word, buried his face between your legs. His mouth found your dripping cunt, juices leaking out just for him as his tongue worked skillfully, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hand flew to his hair, tugging as he devoured you, juices flowing freely from your growing arousal as soft moans escaped your lips.

But Jongho wasn’t done. Rising to his feet, he placed a warm kiss on your lips, his eyes still hungry as he gently guided you toward the bed. His hands never left your body, caressing and guiding you as he laid you down. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled you on top of him, your legs straddling his waist. The heat between your legs still pulsed, but seeing him beneath you, still fully clothed in leather, only made your desire burn hotter. You were desperate for more.

You ground your clothed cunt against the hard bulge in his pants, the slick fabric of your lingerie creating delicious friction against the leather. Jongho’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you rubbed yourself against him, his head falling back as he groaned deeply.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. His eyes were locked on you, watching as you moved against him, your body rolling in perfect rhythm with his. The heat between you two was unbearable, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Yanking his leather pants down, you positioned yourself above him, your fingers around his hard length as you lined it up with your entrance. Slowly, you lowered yourself, taking him in inch by inch, feeling the delicious stretch as he filled you completely. Jongho let out a low groan, his hands immediately cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. “You feel so good,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust, as his hands roamed your body, never stopping their exploration.

The sensation of him inside you, thick and hard, made your head fall back, lips parting in pure pleasure. Jongho’s hands never stayed still, constantly caressing and teasing, sending sparks through your skin. His hips began thrusting up into you, perfectly timed to meet each roll of your hips. Every thrust hit just the right spot inside you, making you moan softly.

“Faster, baby.” Jongho groaned, his fingers tightening around your waist, as you to pick up the pace. The slickness between your thighs increased as you rode him, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the room.

His grip on your hips grew stronger, pulling you down harder, each thrust deep and intense. “That’s it… just like that,” he growled, his eyes locked onto your face, watching the way your body responded to him. His hands moved back to your breasts, kneading them, his thumbs circling your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you.

The tension inside you built rapidly, your body trembling as you chased the high that felt almost there but still far out of reach. “Jongho..ahh…I need to..” you whimpered, your voice breathless as his cock drove you to the edge.

"Come for me, bunny." Jongho whispered, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust up harder, faster. With your master’s command, the pleasure overtook you, your body trembling as you came hard around his thick length, waves of ecstasy crashing through you.

As he guided you through your high, Jongho reached his peak, groaning deeply as he followed you over the edge. His grip tightened on your hips, thrusts growing erratic until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he buried himself inside you, releasing hot and deep, his body trembling as he spilled into you. Panting heavily, his forehead rested against you as you lay on top of him as both enjoyed this intimate pleasure together.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[chaotic-mystery]

On the Road Again | J.M.

ꨄ Pairing: dbf!Joel x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: it’s the morning after you stayed in a motel with Joel, so what now? Will he tell your dad you came onto him or can he keep a secret?

ꨄ CW: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI. Porn w a lil bit of plot. Road head, reader has hair long enough to pull, choking, gagging, dirty talk, roughness, no seatbelt wearing ass (pls don’t do this, I love you too much for you to not wear it) swallowing bc we aren’t quitters! slight speeding while driving, Joel miller whimpers!

ꨄ WC: 2.1K

A/N: This is part 2 to Room 77! So happy to see all the love it’s gotten, so here we go! Hope you love it. I promise next part (if you want one idk let me know) we’ll set some story up and have more plot + sexy time

“Baby, wake up. We gotta go, cmon.”

Your eyes were blinking open gradually, finally seeing Joel who was sitting next to you on the bed and stroking your hair to wake you up. The energy was different now that you weren’t strangers to each others bodies. Joel held you the whole night right against his chest, never letting go until he woke up. With not nearly enough energy, you got up to start changing and get up to speed with him so he wasn’t waiting on you. Turning your back to him as he picked up the clothes from near the bathroom, you squeezed your hand into a fist, teetering on the idea of almost hating yourself for asking this question that was sitting in your throat. “J-Joel um, are you gonna tell my dad…about last night?” The room lingered with silence and Joel ran a hand over his scraggly mustache, looking at the back of your head from across the room.

“No, darlin’ I’m not. He’d kill me and I think he’d be pretty pissed off ‘atcha. I can keep this between us if you can, deal?” His tone was serious to get his point across. The last thing you wanted to see this weekend was your dad and Joel throwing punches at each other.

“Deal. I just hope you don’t regret what happened, because I don’t, not one bit.” You tugged your shirt on and attempted to fix your beadhead before packing your other clothes back into your duffle bag. Every emotion you could think of was going through Joel’s mind at that moment. On the one hand, he was nervous that your dad would find out and think he took advantage of you, but on the other hand he was ready for more and wanted to get to know you, the real you; not the version of you your dad tells him.

Joel’s hand ghosts over your shoulder for a split second before resting it on you, thumb rubbing on your soft skin. “Angel, I don’t regret anything. I meant everything I said and did, okay? It’s gonna be hell keepin’ my hands off ya in front of your family though, pretty girl.” His hand slides down your arm to your hand and grabs it firmly, spinning you around to face him. Joel tilts your chin upwards to look at him in his dark brown eyes, the sunlight hitting one just a little from behind the curtains. Your heart felt like it was about to come right out of your chest if he continued looking into your soul the way he was. There was nothing you wanted more than to lay him down on that bed behind you and ride him until your legs gave out and your body was trembling, but you had to go before everyone got suspicious. If he were to ask you right now to say ‘fuck it’ and stay with him at the motel all weekend, you would in a heartbeat.

“We gotta go, come on bunny.” Joel kisses your forehead lightly before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He grabbed both duffle bags and held the door open for you to leave the motel room. As you both walked to his truck, the warm air covered your body and your mind felt like it was coming clearer with every step you took. What’s going to happen when your dad sees you and you have to pretend like you didn’t just sleep with his best friend? How the hell were you going to pull off that lie? How were you going to manage three nights in the house with Joel in the other room, your mind on nothing but him?

“Ya just gonna stand there or you gonna get in so we can at least enjoy some time at the beach before the sun goes down?” Joel joked and looked at you from inside the truck, your bags already put away. You snapped out of it and grabbed the chrome handle, tugging it open to get inside. His rough fingers turned the key to start the engine and soon enough the truck was on the road flying to the direction of the vacation house. The sunglasses shielding your eyes made it easier to steal glances of Joel, the way his veiny hand gripped the steering wheel while his other hand was on the back of the seat by your head. Everything about him was sexy to you, it was hard not to stare. The way he drove with one hand, the way his curls blew in the wind, the way he squinted from the sun because he refused to wear sunglasses. Maybe it was because you slept with him or maybe you just never noticed how effortlessly he made everything seem; but he made daydreaming about him come naturally to you.

You suddenly had the idea to scoot to the middle seat and cuddle against him while you read your book, just wanting to feel him next to you. It was going to be the longest three hours if you couldn’t touch him in some way. It wasn’t going to be too long now before you had to painfully push aside the feelings and memories still fresh in your mind from last night. He was so gentle playing with your hair, you could almost still feel it. Not even asking if he was okay with it, you grabbed your book from your bag and unbuckled your seatbelt, scooting into the spot next to Joel. You leaned your back against him and propped your right leg on the seat, getting cozy while flipping to where your bookmark was. Joel coughed briefly and looked down with furrowed brows for a moment before looking back at the asphalt in front of him. “Just make yourself comfortable I ‘spose.” His deep voice vibrated through his lungs and against your back, making you smile to yourself.

“Well I have to take advantage of this while I can before I have to pretend like I don’t have bad thoughts about you coursing through my mind.” You tilted your head back until Joels head came into your view and he chuckled before kissing your head once more.

The book you cracked open to get caught up on had your interest maybe the first two hours of the drive and you were at a point you could guess how the book ends. Joel’s arm managed to wrap around your neck and have you in a comfortable headlock, keeping you close to him. The salty breeze mixed with his cologne just right, making you feel at peace, you were comfortable with him. Managing to sit up and look at Joel while your hand rested on his thigh, you got close to his ear and whispered, “How do you manage to make me want to blow you while you drive?” It was like you could see his ears perk up at your words and his eyes widened in surprise before meeting your eyes quickly. “S’that right sweet baby?” His hips lifted up to shift in his jeans as the bulge grew the more he thought about it. You dragged your nails against his thigh and traced over his cock through his pants and he whimpered your name so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“What was that? Speak up for me, Joel.” you teased, grabbing a handful of his bulge.

He grunted at your actions, wishing you’d stop teasing him and do what you said to him. “I bet you look so cute with somethin’ in your mouth, baby doll. Let me see how much of a good girl you can be, hm?”

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t send your whole body into chills and excitement flooded your shorts. He knew just what to say to get you going and want to devour him like a fucking animal. With no hesitation you unzipped his jeans and plunged your hand in his boxers, greeted by his rock hard cock that was leaking precum from the slightly swollen tip. You gathered the precum in your hand and coated his cock with it as you began jerking him off, his moan echoing through the truck as a relief. “Fuck baby- that feels so goddamn good, jus’ like that.” Joel's Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he focused on the road and what your hand was doing to him.

“You’re so hot, Mr.Miller. The way you speed up the faster my hand goes up and down your cock, you’re such a filthy man. God I would kill to have you pull over and take me on the hood, leaving me dripping your cum in my shorts while I’m face to face with my family. Bet you’d love that, huh?” You were so unsure of where the sudden urge to speak such filthy thoughts in his ear came from but you weren’t mad at it. Joel was grunting and hanging on to every word, you could almost see it playing out in his head as he imagined taking you over the hood. “God dammit your voice drives me fucking crazy, you’re such a nasty lil thing- fuckkk” For a second his head tilts back before he squeezes the steering wheel tighter. Leaning down and shoving his cock in your mouth, you begin to work your tongue around the head. Pre cum was dripping out and onto your tongue and you swirled over the hole, collecting as much as you could. Joel switched hands and reached his right hand down to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugged roughly while he groaned your name through gritted teeth. The rush of adrenaline made your shorts grow even wetter, squirming in your seat and dying from needing some type of relief.

Joel’s cock slammed into the back of your throat as you deep throated as much as you could, gagging and coughing over him and drool spilling everywhere. His grip on your hair tightened as he yanked your head back so you released his cock. “You keep goin’ like that and I’m gonna cum down your throat sweetheart.” He kissed you roughly, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he kept an eye on the road. “We’ve got about ten more minutes before we get to the house, I know that’s plenty of time for you, dolly.” He kissed you once more before you made your way back to his cock, licking the bottom of the shaft all the way to the back of the head. Joel’s throaty moans filled the truck more frequently and his stomach caved with every deep breath he took.

“F-fuck baby jus’ like that, cmon jus’ like that. Nasty girl, fuckkk. Open wide for me, let me see you swallow my cum like a good girl.” Joel whimpered and his cock twitched in your mouth before his cum was shooting down the back of your throat. His hand never let go of your hair as he held you there, shouting profane words and your name mixed in there. For someone who had never gotten a blowjob on the road before he met you, he did pretty well driving and focusing on the road. Joel finally slowed down with his load and when he was milked dry, you came up and swallowed the rest as he looked you in the eyes.

Taking your thumb and wiping the corners of your mouth, he groaned at the sight of you making his load disappear inside you. “You- I’ve gotta keep my eye on you, don’t I?” A smirk of playfulness grew on his lips and you smirked, nodding in agreement. Joel came down off his high and tucked his soft cock back into his pants, looking over at you as you acted like nothing happened. The only issue was that your pussy was soaked and you needed his long tan fingers inside you or rubbing your clit but unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen right now.

The familiar house was making its way into your view and you felt at home. Joel honked the horn the entire driveway up until your dad came out, holding his arms wide open for a hug from you. Now you weren’t close with your dad, but he was kind enough to offer you the invitation to come. Was it all that special though if he was extending it for his friends to come? Joel got out and greeted your dad before grabbing the suitcases from the bed of the truck. You had to mentally prepare for this and it was not easy. Joel didn’t make it easy to act like nothing happened.

“You wouldn’t believe the fuckin’ rain we got caught in last night. Had to pull over and stay at a motel until it let up.” Your eyes darted to the gravel under your shoes as you walked up to your dad and hugged him. “Yeah it was insane but I’m glad Joel was with me.” Your dads smile froze and he blinked at Joel, who did not dare look at you.

“Separate rooms I hope?” Not wanting anything to be left for questioning, you and Joel answered almost too quickly over and over with yes. “Well come on in! I’m just grilling some meat for dinner!” Your dad hollered and walked back up the white wooden deck and disappeared inside. A deep sigh of relief came from both you and Joel and he placed your suitcase next to you with the handle up. “You heard him, let’s go bunny.” Joel mocked and smacked your ass to give you some pep in your step. This was going to be a fun weekend.

[inexplicifics]

Oooh, Gaetan/Letho modern AU sounds so neat, as I fell in love with them as a pair in the Invictus series (which I'm also in love with, by the way). I'm extremely impressed by your ability to harness the plot bunnies and get them to pull a sled instead of just running around in circles like mine do. I'm also very grateful, because your stories are one of my go-to sets of comfort universes.

This is part of the Invictus series!

But private daydreams notwithstanding, Gaetan can keep his damn dick in his pants, and he’s not going to fuck up the best thing he and his brothers have ever stumbled into. Even as a complete newcomer, the Wolfe pack is so fucking good that Gaetan doesn’t even know how to compare it to anything from his life before. Admittedly, being at the bottom of the Wolf pack is really not much like being at the bottom of the Cat hierarchy. When Gaetan and Kee and Aidy-cat first got into the Cats, the rule was that they kept their mouths shut and their eyes and ears open, and ran every menial errand that needed to be run, and if one of their elders said Jump, they were in the air before they even asked how high. In the Wolfe pack…well, there are rules, but they’re about not fucking over the others in the pack and not swearing (much) in front of the kids. If there’s something that needs to be done, everyone chips in as they can; whoever needs support gets it, without stint or hesitation. Even Gaetan and Kee, who are both new to the pack and lacking in resources to pay anyone back.

My bunnies...sometimes run in harness. Sometimes they go off in a corner and breed frantically.

[anika-ann]

Little Miss Red (R.D.)

Type: blurb, one-shot, drabble (for me it's drabble-length okay)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader          Word count: 1800

Summary: Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight.

When you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.

Warnings: NSFW FILTH, 18+, smut!!! I mean it. Filth, y’all. Fingering, oral sex. Written in Ransom’s voice, so language and greyish lizard brain. Hints of degradation, praise kink and innocence kink.

A/N: this is COMPLETELY on @chase-your-dreams-away who claimed she has no time to write it after just throwing the plot bunny out here with @murdock-and-the-sea supporting her.

A/N: divider by amazing @firefly-graphics; the title of the fic does not refer to dd/lg dynamics nor the actual body proportions of the reader

Ransom knew he was going to have fun with you the moment you walked through the door.

A little unsteady on your feet, but deeply embarrassed expression coating your face when you stumbled and swiftly righted yourself; unsure on your high heels, not drunk out of your mind. Little red dress hugging your ass and not much else lower, the hem riding up higher than midthigh as it had probably been intended, your hands quick to remedy it. Cheap make-up which he could spot a mile away, a courtesy of being the child of small-business-loving mother.

You looked so out of place in the luxurious club and so out of your debt that Ransom knew he wanted to play cat and mouse with you.

Except you were definitely a kitten; there was no arguing it later when you nervously tasted the head of his cock, shy kitten licks turning into a small purr around his head when you tried to wrap your lips around him, clearly doing so for the first time.

He knew that was what you were looking for when you came in. He was good at reading people – that was what made him so good at his game. Your sinfully red lipstick spoke for itself and he predicted that the night was going to end up with that colour smeared all over him, with mascara running down your cheeks. He had you blinking up at him with tender wonder and want with just a few sweet words and lured you in into the private saloon with a promise of a good time and being a gentleman.

When his mouth found yours after two minutes of idle meaningless chitchat, you had smiled contentedly into the kiss. Your breath quickened as soon as his tongue pushed between your lips, a silent squeak into his mouth – but leaning into his touch eagerly, heart like a cute little hummingbird – when his hands started wandering to your breasts, so prettily wrapped in the crimson dress. Yes. You might be of limited experience and playing coy, but you came here for one thing and Ransom was happy to give it as long as he got to take from you much more.

You responded to even the faintest touch. When he ran his fingers through your folds over the absurdly thin excuse for an underwear, you were already soaking and fuck, the needy whine that escaped your swollen lips when he circled your puffy nub… it almost made him cum in his damn pants. He was going to eat you up.

If he wasn’t so determined to see your red mouth around him, he’d take your cunt. She was sucking his fingers right in, greedy for more, and yet it was almost as tight as if you were a virgin and was just as sensitive. He’d know; he had taken plenty. He loved stealing their innocence, ruining them for other men. He breathed in the power he gained when he was the first to claim that territory, all warm, wet and so damn snug; having them cry his name as their pain, that delicious pain he both caused and took away, blended into pleasure and pleas for more. Breathy. Needy. Begging so sweet and filthy, obscenities spilling from those good girl lips that had trembled a bit at the size of his cock and yet took it so well.  

You asked for more too, weak voice coming out in gasps as he stuffed the third finger in, the squelch of your juices filling the space and sending blood straight under his belt. By the time you were trapping his fingers in with how hard he made you cum, he was ready to burst the second you’d take him to your throat. It was a thrilling game of control and self-control; and he’d always win.

You were a fast learner. After paying attention to the head, you took him in and sucked experimentally, eyes fluttering shut when he placed his big hand on your nape, encouraging you to take more. And so you did. Fast learner; eager learner. Ransom loved them eager to please him, especially when they were first timers, face all flushed at the mere suggestion of sucking him off at first. Now? Your nose was on his pubic bone, hair ruffled from how he gripped you close for his tip to brush your throat, your pretty cheap make-up running, lipstick all where he needed it.

As a bonus, you clawed your hands on him all over; over his thighs, over his ass, pushing away and pulling closer, your hips bucking forward in search of friction. And fuck if that didn’t get him going; his Little Miss Red enjoyed the hell out of sucking a cock and choking at it, gagging and grabbing at him as if she didn’t feel him deep enough. Who would have thought.

“That’s it, kitten, that’s it, take my load…” he coaxed you and caressed your hair with his free hand, lost to the vibration around him when you hummed in agreement, purring like a little obedient affection-hungry kitten indeed.

“Oh baby, look at you, a good little girl acting like such a whore for a big cock, hm? Fucking love that virgin mouth. Look at the mess you’re making of yourself for me.”

You had. You struggled to swallow and breathe, saliva pooling and escaping your mouth but damn, you were so excited to do better, holding onto his ass, his inner thighs, trying to brush your weepy core against his shin to earn some of that friction you so obviously craved.

Your fingers stroked over his balls and he spilled down your throat with a satisfied groan, fingers in your hair flexing to keep you there and swallow it all as you coughed and sputters, more black streaks painted your pretty face, throat spasming with a choked sound.

You curiously left him in your mouth as he softened, that little experimental lick almost enough for him to get hard again. He pulled you up and walked back to the couch to tug you into his lap, claiming your mouth with his own, tasting his victory in the salty tang on your tongue. What a sweet picture you made; a fucked out mess, eager for more, innocence ruined. He almost took a photo to make the euphoria last longer.

But you got shy again, all wide-eyed, when he pulled out a wipe from his breast pocket, spitting a bit to clean your face up from the worst smudges.

“Told you I’d be a gentleman, didn’t I, kitten? Can’t have you walk around the club like this, everyone would know what you’ve been up to,” he smirked, cock twitching at your meek thank you and the little spark in your eye that told him that you might like that. You might enjoy other people knowing what was in your mouth and now in your belly, wear your ruined cute face like a badge of honour.

Fuck, he could keep you. If he only cared enough for the shit that came with keeping just one girl at his arm. Keeping anyone, really.

Your legs were a little wobbly after he tested you were wet for him again and you buckled into his touch, but he sent you walking out with your purse all alone, satisfied for the night – or at least half of it. Still sprawled on the couch, he tucked himself in and gathered his breath and composure before he returned to the few bearable members of his fraternity fraction. They hit up a club every once in a while, a little hunting trip for pussy. The one who’d score first during the night out paid for the drinks.

Ransom’s smirk widened as he stepped back into the main room. He had no doubt he was the winner tonight; that feeling was damn worth the few hundred bucks he’d pull out of his Valentino-

The smirk slipped from his face when all his palm was the fabric of his empty pocket, his lips parting with mute shock, anger flaring up in an instant.

“Son of bitch-“

His head snapped up, instinctively searching for you; and finding you by the entrance again. You smiled at him sweetly, one corner of your sinfully red lips higher in a smirk as you waved his wallet at him. He froze mid-step.

Blowing him a cheeky kiss, you dropped your timid demeanour like a paper-thin mask, letting it drift towards the floor as slowly as you sunk to your knees for him.

An act. He had fallen for a cheap fucking act. You were no first timer; you were far from shy, apparently.

With bitter clarity, he recalled your hands clawing at his ass when he had thought he had it all under his control, including you, as you struggled to breathe. Your throat spasmed so sweetly, showing him heaven, while he dragged you to hell.

Or he had believed so. Now, watching you disappear behind the door as if you had been nothing but a fever dream, it was easy to see it was the other way around; or maybe you were both going to hell already.

A fist bumped into his shoulder, laughter of his wannabe friends reaching his ears.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone already scored tonight,” Harold howled, cackling as other guys booed and whistled. “Drinks are on Drysdale tonight, y’all!”

Oh Ransom would be drinking tonight, alright. Son of a bitch. That little, little bitch.

“She stole my wallet,” Ransom muttered, barely audible, still hypnotizing the door as if you were to come back. Yeah right.

“Wait what? Dude! You gotta block your credit card and call the cops before she buys a fucking Ferrari at your expense or something! Come on!”

The outrage in his Bryan’s voice snapped Ransom from his stupor, his head slowly turning to the man who spoke the sound advice.

The image of the check Little Miss Red buying a luxury sports car just as red for his money. It should strike him with terror. It should make his blood boil. It should make him want to grab your cute little neck and choke the life out of you.

But his surprise and exasperation gradually blended into the strangest feeling of pride.

You participated in his game of cat and mouse; you were the kitten. You were the cat.

You won fair and square even as both of you played more than dirty.

He could respect that.

“Nah. I’ll let her have it for a bit. It’s kinda like having a sugar baby…” Ransom mused, shrugging it off. “When she least expects it, I’m gonna find her and make her show how sorry she is. …or maybe make her my sugar thing for real. I mean… those lips looked really pretty around my dick after all.”

Mics masterlist

Yeah, the stealing the wallet bit and Ransom kinda respecting the reader for it was the “innocent remark” @chase and @murdock came with and my brain went hggggnnnn, because yeah, he would.

Thank you for reading. I'm gonna go bath in holy water, excuse me.

(the convo that inspired this filth... we know he would)

[miniwheat77]

Thick. (Soap x Plus Size!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, plus!size reader, pretty much porn without much plot, mentions of reader being short, if you aren’t short just picture Soap being way bigger than you lol.

(Summary): Soap can’t see what curves hide behind that uniform you wear.

“I swear if I had a girl like that, I’d never be unhappy again.” Soap’s eyes are glued to her form. The girl next to you rolls her eyes. “What? You gonna join the train? Get in line.” she rolls her eyes. “Come on.” She grasps your hand, pulling you along. “Woah, what’re you doing Jess?” You ask. “I’m tired of this.” She continues pulling you along. Once you’re away from Soap, you start talking again.

“I’m confused.”

“You have a fat crush on Soap- for some reason cause he’s.. annoying.” She rolls her eyes. “And he’s attracted to that… Barracks bunny.” She waves her hands around as she talks. “But you’re hiding behind your uniform cause I know you have a killer body under all those clothes.” Your cheeks burn as she says it. You start to get a little self conscious. “So, we’re gonna get you something sexy for the dinner coming up.”

“Woahhh- I’m not going to the dinner.” You try to pull your hand away but she had a tight grip on you. “Nope. You’re going.”

“Look, I appreciate the help. But I’m kinda chunky yknow? And I’m too self conscious to wear something sexy.” You groan. She rolls her eyes. “You’re curvy Y/N. You’re hot as fuck, and Soap is going to realize it.” You look confused. “Because of one small dinner?”

“No.” She walks to her car that was on base. “You’re going to be bait.” She smiles. You roll your eyes. “How am I going to be bait?” You question. “You’ll see.” She smirks. You climb into her passenger seat, crossing your arms. Soap laughs as he sees you both leave, Jess was such a hater.

“What size are you?” She asks as you step inside the clothing store. “Um…” you hesitate. “XL.” You blush. “Okay.” She walks around, picking up random clothes that she thinks will look good. Tank tops, tight yoga shorts that will hug you. And than finally, a tight black dress that goes down to your mid thigh. “Get in there and try this stuff on. Lunch is over soon.” She laughs. She passes you a basket full of clothes. You release a sigh. “This hugs my stomach too much.” You throw some shorts over the top of the dressing room door. “Oh no no no, put them back on right now.” She throws them back over. A groan leaves your lips. You slide them back on and she pushes the door open, eyes widening just slightly. “Goddamn-“ she laughs. “We’re getting them.” You roll your eyes.

You end up with a bunch of uncomfortable tight fitting clothes that you wouldn’t be caught dead in public with.

-

“Jess, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” You sigh. You’ve got on tight black spandex shorts that barely cover your ass, and a tight black v-neck. “You’re doing this.” She glares. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m fat?” You sigh. “Y/N. You’re not fat, and he’s not going to think so. Now stop it. Get in your place okay?” You cross your arms. Nodding your head. She disappears into the hallway, circling until she runs into Soap. “Oh hey Soap.” She smiles. He nods his head making her roll her eyes. “Y/N’s bed frame broke, she needs help.”

“Can’t you ask someone else?” His eyes follow the blonde that’s been on his mind for a while. “You’re the first guy I ran into. Go help her, you ass.” She glares. “Fine, but I’m doing this for Y/N, not for you.” He shoves passed her. They were constantly on each others nerves. Meanwhile you’re in your room, on your knees in the floor by your bed. All you did was remove a screw. He knocks before walking right in. “Hey, Jessica said you needed help.” You laugh. “I told her I’d be able to get it on my own.” You lie, looking down. “What’s going on?” He asks. Swallowing a little hard at your apparel. He’d never seen you out of your uniform before. “This screw came out-“ you move down onto your hands and knees, arching your back and sliding your front under the bed, “and it just needs to go back in but I can’t get it.” Soap’s eyes widen as you arch your back. The way you look in the shorts you had on making him stumble over his words.

“Uh- you want me to try lass?” He asks. “Uh.. sure I guess so.” You slide away, passing him the small screw. He leans down, laying on his back and wiggling himself under, struggling to get the screw in but eventually he gets it back in. “Got it sweetheart.” He smiles. “Thank you Soap, appreciate it.” You smile. “Yeah, it’s no problem.” He says, walking out of your room. She rushes in after he leaves. “Did it work?” She asks. “Don’t think so.” She thinks for a second. “Hmm..” she breathes. “Well. We’ll try again later.” She laughs. “It’ll work.”

You groan out. You liked him so much but he adored that blonde girl. And you could see why. Tall, skinny. Blonde. Perfect in every way.

-

“Earth to Soap-“ Jessica snaps in front of his face. “Huh? Sorry.” He looks down. “Get your head out of the gutter.” She rolls her eyes, eyes traveling to where he was looking. She assumed she’d see the blonde, but she sees you. Tight yoga shorts and a long sleeve shirt. Her eyes nearly bulge out of head when she realizes who he’s staring at. “Who are you staring at anyways? The dumb blonde girl who sleeps with everyone on base?” She rolls her eyes. “What? No.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Yeah right, that girl is the only girl you’ve been talking about for months. Just go ask her out.” She rolls her eyes. You approach, setting your coffee down on the table. “Uh.. no. I’ve my eyes on somebody else.” He laughs. “Who is it?”

“Can’t tell you, hey Y/N.” He smiles. Jessica nearly comes out of her skin at the fact that Soap was beginning to take a liking to you. “Hey.”

“What took so long?”

“Thought I was gonna have spar with your captain for some coffee.”

“Got my money on Price.” He smirks. “I got my money on Y/N, her thighs are thick enough to suffocate him.” She smirks. Your cheeks light up. “Wow, thanks Jess. That makes me feel great about my body.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not an insult, really hot.” She smiles. “Besides, maybe Captain Price would like that.” She winks. “You think he’d go for it?” You smile evilly. “Gross.” Soap scrunches his face up in disgust. “I know I would.” She winks. “Yeah? You wanna try em out?” You smirk, catching her a little off guard. “Oooooh.” Soap laughs. “Only if I get to watch.” He smirks. “In your dreams MacTavish.” Jess laughs. He laughs along with her. After breakfast, everyone was preparing for the dinner. Everyone has the day off to meet with family and figure out their plans. Everyone’s families were gathering for the formal dinner. They were giving promotions and medals and all kinds of stuff for the soldiers.

“That motherfucker is going to be drooling by the end of the night.” She smiles. You’ve got big curls in your hair, makeup done to perfection thanks to Jess. You’re sitting in the mirror, baggy t-shirt covering your body. “Yeah yeah, we’ll see.” You laugh. “I’m going to go get ready, I’ll meet you at the other building.” She smiles. “Sounds good.” You laugh. After finishing up the rest of your hair and makeup, spraying perfume in yourself. You skip your dress on, following it up with some tall black heels. You hadn’t dressed this nice in ages, since being in the military.

When Jess is completely ready, she makes her way to the building the dinner would be held in, surprised when you aren’t there. She’s got on a navy blue dress that went down to about her knees. It compliments her skin tone really well. “Hey, where’s Y/N?” Soap asks her. “Not sure, she was supposed to meet me down here.” She shrugs. “Why?” She asks him. “Oh uh.. just curious. You’re like two peas in a pod so I just figured she’d be with you.” He laughs awkwardly. “There’s your dream girl.” Jess snorts, pointing to the blonde, who actually looked incredibly beautiful. “Not my dream girl. You know, you keep calling her a dumb blonde and stuff but you’re blonde too.” He laughs. “Yeah I may be blonde but I’m not dumb or a whore. Besides, what happened to “I’d do everything for her?” Hm?” She asks. He rolls his eyes. “I told you, I got my eyes on someone else.” He laughs. “Oh yeah? Who’s- woah.” She pauses. Eyes landing on you as you walk inside. Tight black dress, black heels. “Damn.” She hears Soap mumble. You make your way over to the table they’re sitting at. “Here, I got you.” Soap slides the chair out for you. “Thank you.” You blush, “you look awesome Y/N.” Jess smiles. “Thanks. I feel weird.” You laugh. “Why?” Soap asks. “Don’t usually dress like this. M’too fat for it.” Soap rolls his eyes. “You look great, don’t say that about yourself.” He laughs.

The entire night, Jess notices Soap’s eyes on you. Constantly, not once does he look in the direction of the other girl, his eyes are always on you. Jess smirks, mission accomplished. “You know if you take a picture it’ll last longer.” Jess teases Soap, you’re up getting drinks for everyone and Soap’s eyes have been on you the entire time. “What?” He laughs. “You’re staring MacTavish.”

“So what.” He laughs. “You like her?”

“Course, just figured she wouldn’t go for a dork like me.” He laughs. “What happened to your crush on her?” She asks, nodding in the direction of the other woman. He laughs. “She’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But.. she’s not really my type.” He laughs. “What’s your type?” She asks. “Whatever Y/N is.” He smirks. She laughs.

“Just.. offer to walk her back to her room at the end of the night. Start doing little things to get her attention.” She laughs. “I’ll try.” He smiles, clearing his throat when you approach the table. “Ah, these heels are killing my feet.” You laugh, setting down a couple glasses of Champagne. “Yeah?” Soap laughs. “Yeah.” You sit down next to Soap, since it was the only seat open. You cross one leg over the other and Soap takes note of how soft and smooth your skin looks. “Where are your families?” Soap asks. “Too far away for a visit that’s for sure.” Jess laughs and you smile. The way you smile has Soap’s stomach jumping. “What about you?” You ask him. “Same. My family doesn’t even really know where I am to be honest.” He laughs. You nod your head. “Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Jessica leans forward, looking at you. “Whenever I come into your room, you have a little notebook out, what’s in it?” She asks you. Your cheeks burn red immediately. “Um.. it’s just uh-“ you pause for a second. “Probably a diary.” Soap nudges you, earning an eye roll from you. “Its just drawings.” You laugh. “Drawings of what?” She asks. “Just.. random stuff. Like flowers.” She nods her head.

As you finish up your glass of champagne, your eyes start to grow a little heavy. “I think I’m going to call it a night, I’m tired.” You giggle. Jessica nods her head. “I’m going to go try my luck with Garrick, I’ll see you around.” She winks, standing up from the table.

“You want me to walk back to your barracks with you? I don’t mind.” Soap asks.

“Yeah, can you take this for me? I’m just carrying it around. It’s too warm out.” Jessica passes you a jacket. “Uh.. sure.” You laugh. “Thank you Soap.” You smile. “No problem.” Soap moves and when he’s not looking, Jessica sends you a wink. Soap moves his hand to your lower back, walking along with you. “Hey Soap.” The blonde girl smiles. “Oh.. hi.” He says awkwardly. “You want to come back to my room with me? Need some help getting this dress off.” She smirks, reaching her hand out. He leans back, avoiding her touch. “Oh, sorry. I’m walking Y/N back to her room.” He says. “Seriously?” She crosses her arms. “Um.. I’m not interested. Sorry.” He grasps your hand, weaving around her. “I thought you liked her?” You laugh. “Uh.. no. Not really my type.” He laughs nervously. The both of you begin walking back and you sigh. “Can’t do this anymore.” You moan out, pulling the heels off of your feet. Soap laughs. “Jesus, you’re tiny.”

“What?”

“Those heels add like 6 inches, you’re real small.” You send a glare his way. “You’re just giant.” You roll your eyes. He laughs. After a few more minutes of silence, you step into your room. He closes the door behind himself. You throw Jessica’s jacket down onto your bed. “Your bed frame been holding up?” He asks. “Oh, yeah.” You smile. Soap’s eye immediately see the small notebook on your dresser, picking it up quickly. A gasp leaves your lips and you lurch forward trying to snag it out of his grasp but he’s quick, holding it above his head. “Ah- wait your turn little one.” He teases, flipping the pages open. “Holy shit.” His eyes widen. Crimson creeps up your cheeks and you step back, covering your face. “Bloody hell Y/N.” He laughs. Eyes still slightly widened. He flips through the pages, seeing all of the filthy drawings you’ve drawn. “I didn’t know you could draw like this.” He admires the drawing on the page, a girl with 2 large fingers pressed into her mouth, another fully naked on the page before. “Yeah- um.” You laugh awkwardly, moving your hair out of your face. He sets the notebook down, laughing at your embarrassment. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, will be our little secret yeah? Just you n me.” He smirks. You laugh, looking down at your feet. “Anyways, I’ll let you get to bed yeah? I’ll see you down for breakfast in the morning.” He winks. “Yeah.. thanks for walking me back. I appreciate it.” He smiles. “No problem. Wouldn’t want pretty girls like you walking alone.” He laughs. After saying your goodbyes, he exits the door and your eyes are wide.

What the fuck was that?

-

“Jess? What are you doing?”

“Jesus Soap- shut up!” She shushes him. Your eyebrows narrow and you stir in your sleep. You hear nothing but silence, body relaxing. “That’s cruel.” He laughs. “Whatever.” You stir more in your sleep, eyes snapping open. You sit up, gun in hand. “Woah! It’s me, relax!” She raises her hands. “You keep a gun under your pillow, you psycho?” She lowers her hands. “The hell are you doing?” You ask. You go to step off of your bed, but can’t move your feet. “No don-!” Jess snatches your blanket off, and you scramble to pull your shirt down over your bare lower body. “Jessica what the fuck!” You growl. Your feet are tied to your bed frame. “I was gonna try to tie you all the way down but loud mouth made you wake up.” Soap is laughing behind her by the door. The snap of your pocket knife makes her flinch and you begin sawing at the rope. “You sleep with a pocket knife too?” She laughs. “Never know when a bimbo is gonna come in and tie me to my bed.” You roll your eyes. “Watch it, this bimbo is keeping your secrets.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “What secret?” You look up at her. She crosses her arms. “Don’t challenge me Y/N.” She tilts her head to Soap and you cross your arms. “What, that I like Soap? Don’t threaten me Jess, you’ll lose every time.” You stand up, shirt falling down around your hips. Her eyes widen and Soap’s smile grows wider, cheeks burning red. “Damn.”

“I’m just gonna… see myself out.” Jessica walks out, backing right into Gaz, her cheeks lighting up. “Oh.. Hey Gaz.” She smiles, shutting the door behind her. She didn’t expect that out of you. “You like me ah?” He smirks. “Who doesn’t,” you snort. “Fucking screw came out again last night.”

You knew you shouldn’t have listened to Jess, taking your bed frame apart only made it more difficult to keep together. You lower yourself down again, looking under the small bed for the little screw. The way you arch your back has your bare lower half on display for Soap, and his pants are getting uncomfortable. When you reach under, it raises higher and he gets a good look at your uncovered opening. Maybe you were doing it on purpose, showing him your body. Maybe he’d hate it, maybe he didn’t like your curves. But you’d find out soon enough. Maybe Jess was wearing off on you a little. “You know, maybe you should leave it.” You can hear his belt rattling making you move away, looking at him. He’s unbuckled it, unbuttoning his jeans, reaching behind himself to lock your door. “Hm?” You stand up. “Leave it, until I’m done.”

You cross your arms. “Done with what?”

“You.”

He closes the distance between the both of you, lips attacking yours, keeping a tight grip on your throat. When his lips touch yours, your stomach twirls, heat pooling between your legs. This had to be a dream, no way he was kissing you. His hands glide down the form of your hips until his fingertips are pushing your baggy shirt up slightly, and he pulls away to push you back into your bed. “Soap- if Jessica put you up to this, you don’t have to-“ his thumb gliding over your smooth bottom lip has you going quiet. “She didn’t put me up to anything love. Just relax f’me okay?” He let’s out a deep chuckle and you clench your eyes closed as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. He moves himself between your legs, pushing your shirt up over your hips. Your heart pounded in your chest, you were nervous.

He draws away and your eyes are still closed, telling him just what kind of effect he had on you. He slides his hands along your hips, admiring your body. Your skin is so soft, and it’s going to feel so good against his own. He pushes your shirt up, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side. “Supposed to be in the meeting room in a couple hours.” You pant, “Relax.” He laughs. “Don’t worry about that, focus on me.” Your eyes look up at him and they’re perfect.

There’s a part of Soap that wants to stop. Wants to turn away and never look back. You aren’t the type of girl he could fuck and than leave behind. The way you looked at him, the way you made him feel. It was too much. He takes a deep breath, lips attacking your neck and you whimper, legs wrapping around his clothed waist. “So fucking beautiful.” He growls. He grinds his hips into yours, pulling his pants down the rest of the way. He quickly pulls off his shirt, revealing himself to you entirely. He was sexy. He takes a deep breath, hovering over you once again. His lips are on yours again and he grasps the base of his cock, brushing the tip over your opening, pulling a groan from your lips. “So fucking soft..” he grits his teeth, fighting himself from thrusting into you and fucking you until your legs shake. The top pushes through your folds, and you screw your eyes shut. “Fuck- M’not used to you.” You gasp. He chuckles slightly. “Relax.. you’ll get used to me.” He pushes his hips into you more, sliding deeper. “Oh- god.” You whimper. He laughs. “What’s going on Hm? You’ve done this before right?”

You nod your head, panting. He laughs. “Take a deep breath. Don’t hyperventilate.”

“I just..” you blush. “I’ve only done this one other time.” You blush. “Clearly wasn’t any good,” he laughs. “No.” You take a deep breath as he slides lower, profanities slipping from you lips, Soap found amusement in it. “You’re fucking tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips into yours, filling you full. He clamps a hand over your mouth, his hand muffling your cries. He can’t help it, he has to fuck you. “Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy cum on me, gonna be so tight.” He smirks. Your eyes are still screwed shut, moaning into his hand. He starts fucking his hips against yours, the squelch from your wetness making his eyes roll back. “So fucking good baby-“ he hisses. You were pulling him too close to his high already. He slows his thrusts, resting his body on yours. His hand was still over your mouth, muffling your moans. “So pretty.” He chuckles, lowering his head to attach his lips to your nipple, tongue running over it. He grips it in a tight hold with his lips, tugging on it, eating whimpers from you. He attacks the other, stalling so that he doesn’t cum too fast. He didn’t want to look like a Virgin. It was pathetic. Once the burning in his lower stomach starts to fade, he speeds up again. He grits his teeth, hips hammering into yours. Your bed starts to hit the wall, and he grows frustrated, grasping your thighs and pulling you up, holding you up as he fucks his hips into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering into his ear. It eggs him on and he’s trying not to fall apart. Your cheeks are flushed red from how he holds you. He picked you up so effortlessly.

The swirling in your stomach has you whimpering, eyes shut tightly. “So pretty f’me. So fuckin tight.” He grits his teeth. He’s fighting off his high. Tight grip around your waist as he fucks his hips into yours. He can be a little more rough than he was at first, aside from his skin meets yours but your room had thick enough walls to conceal it. He’d definitely leave bruises on your hips from his death grip, but you didn’t mind. Your moans are getting louder, you muzzle your face into the crook of his neck, attacking his skin in nips and kisses at an attempt to quiet yourself. You suck marks into his neck, and it makes him struggle even harder. “M’so close Soap-“ you whimper into his ear. “You can cum for me baby. Cum around my cock sweetheart.” Your eyes shut, lips parted. You’re right on the edge. “Stay quiet. I’ll ruin that sweet orgasm you want so bad.” He smirks. You clutch him hard, teeth biting into his shoulder and his eyes widen, cock throbbing hard as he fills you with cum. He didn’t mean to. His eyes shut and he groans. You put your own hand over his mouth as he cums hard, riding out his high until you’re squirming from the overstimulation. He lays you down, cock still buried inside of you. “So pretty.” He smiles. “Look so good with me inside of you.” You blush hard, rolling your eyes. “I look good always.”

“Damn right you do.” He laughs. He slides himself out of you, drawing a moan from your lips. “Gotta get dressed you little minx.” His hand clapping against your skin has a gasp leaving your lips, scrambling up. He chuckles as he starts to put his clothes on.

You awkwardly make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You quickly get dressed, emerging from the bathroom. He’s smiling at you.

“What? What’s funny?” You cross your arms. “Nothing. You just wouldn’t know what kind’ve goods you’re hiding under that uniform.” He winks. You roll your eyes. The both of your emerge from your room, just as Gaz and Jessica emerge from her room. You make eye contact for a second, realization washing over the both of you. Having to conceal the laughs you both want to let out. “What’s going on, everything okay?” Your captain startles all of you. “Oh no, we were just getting ready to head to the meeting. Just ran into Gaz and Soap and got distracted talking.” You lie. “Oh okay. Well. See you all in a few.” He smiles, walking off. Jessica grasps your arm, pulling you along. Neither of you see it, but Gaz fist bumps Soap as they both begin to follow you to the meeting room.

This is not edited please forgive me XD

[salvatorres]

Lamb to the slaughter - The Secret History

He ran his fingers along the skin on Bunny’s neck, in the spot he’d just kissed. He thought what it would be like-- to cut it open. To take away the voice. “You want me to tear into you, don’t you?” Henry asked, his voice now low and rumbly. “You like it, Bunny, you really do. You like the pain.” Crimson tapestry, slaughterhouse waltz, the meat cleaver dropping upon a slab of meat.

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I wrote a part of this last year, and posted this just to see what the general sentiment towards a more violent/disturbing take on their relationship might have been like? I got a positive response mostly and I've been thinking about them being toxic again, so here we go.

Note: I will be delving deep into Henry's past and both his parents in this fic because its pertinent to plot. I finally have something of a plot regarding that that I am satisfied with.

Chapter 1 is up :) Fellow fucked-up shit enjoyers, I'll see you there

[teecupangel]

I am so sorry, I just now realized I sent my rant to you via an ask, I don't know if that is the correct way or if a dm would have been more appropriate. I don't know if I even made a whole lot of sense in the last 'ask' but I hope you will understand what I mean.

So that this one will be a ask/request, I wanted to ask you if you have still the ideas for the HZD AltDes Au? I scrolled through your notes ideas post and that one immediately catched my eyes. Like I can kind of imagine that either one would have a similar plot like Aloy? Maybe someone who worked either alongside Elisabeth Sobeck or would replace her(and therefore Aloy) and then it could follow a similar route like base HZD and Forbidden west. Maybe Desmond would be the genetical clone to the scientist working alongside Elisabeth like Aloy is to her but instead of just having the genetic necessary code he would retain the memory's or regain them to fight the rogue AI (I don't know the name anymore, I really have to play the games again, love them). If Desmond/Altaïr would replace Aloy or have similar plot like her, maybe the other one could either be like a childhood friend/stepbrother like in your fic Old Mentor or another 'clone' (with the explanation why there are two clones, so that it is guaranteed that at least one will see the light of day and potentially save the world from further destruction with the right genetic code (Hehe)). OR to connect it to the AC universe (and I kind of just got the idea from your Old Mentor fic) like, Desmond survives the solar flare, Altaïr is for whatever reason with him in the 21th century, helps him survive the eye etc. From some Isu crap or whatever they have a like a vision or something from the future (HZD, more like the war with the machines who absorb biomatter), they work on it to not really prevent it but like ensure that humanity will live through the catasrophe and put their DNA like Elisabeth Sobeck into the project for the future.

I just scrolled up and realized I might have just grabbed the plot bunny and ran like a mad man, ups

Nah, you’re good. I like reading rants hahahaha

I can’t find the HZD AltDes AU idea post so I’m not sure what I’ve already written and what I didn’t include in the post itself sooooo…

Let’s just make this a separate idea where AltDes happens during HZD lollol.

We’ll borrow a bit from my HFW x AC crossover oneshot Falconry for this one.

In this one, Altaïr would be Aloy’s twin although they look nothing alike. The real reason for this is that they were both born at the same time with Aloy being born from Sobek’s DNA but Altaïr is a bit of an anomaly.

The plan had been for Desmond to be cloned using Sample 17 but Sobek only had a small sample of an already small sample.

Not to mention, due to Ted Faro’s actions, the sample wasn’t in its best state but it did manage to create an imperfect clone unlike Aloy.

The two of them were raised together and Aloy acts more like an older sister to Altaïr who preferred to be quiet and seemed to see things that others cannot see.

Many things he’s weird and Aloy always try to beat them up because of this.

Aloy is pretty good with figuring how machines work while Altaïr likes to make new things based on the scraps and metal they get.

They were a constant headache to Rost, that was for sure.

The thing about Altaïr is… he has a friend.

A friend that only he could see.

Someone who grows with him and talks to him and play with him whenever Aloy was busy or Rost wasn’t looking.

The boy’s name is ‘Desmond Miles’.

Desmond thinks he’s a ghost. A person who had died and was now haunting Altaïr.

And he knows a lot of things. Not the machines but the much older tech.

Desmond likes to say that they were living in a distant future after humanity probably ‘fucked up so badly’.

It took years for Altaïr to understand everything that Desmond was saying.

To Desmond, his life ended when the world was just ‘starting’ to bring what he liked to call ‘sci-fi-esque’ technology to life.

The machines they hunt are part of that sci-fi-esque future that Desmond never saw.

But the really older artifacts that Desmond liked to call ‘technology’, those he knows or can guess what they do.

He’s ramblings are what give Altaïr an idea of how he can make new inventions using those parts.

At the very least, the parts that Rost didn’t take away because he didn’t want them messing with machines and stuff.

Altaïr knows that Desmond knows more than he’s letting on but it was fine if Desmond doesn’t want to share them yet.

Sooner or later, he will.

That was the kind of person Desmond was, after all.

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Unorganized Notes:

Yes, in this one, Desmond is the ‘Bleed’ XD

To be more exact, because of the botched cloning, Altaïr is like Aloy, his own person who shared the DNA of their source (Sobek/Sample 17)

Unfortunately, because of both Sample 17’s current state when it was used and the genetic makeup of Desmond himself, Altaïr gets a ‘genetic ghost’ for the ride.

Desmond remembers everything. He does think that Altaïr is not really Altaïr but a person who just coincidentally got Altaïr’s name. He acts as a friend and companion to Altaïr growing up and he does see Aloy as a younger sister.

Which is funny because Aloy thinks she’s older than Altaïr and Altaïr never tried to complain about that and went along with it.

HZD and HFW plot go along with Altaïr for the ride as Aloy’s tagalong brother. Aloy gets a lot of sweet tools and weapons because the two of them together… well… Desmond is just glad they don’t have the drive and time to try and figure out how to make nuclear weapons

Altaïr (and Desmond) learned the truth behind his birth at the same time as Aloy and it doesn’t change the fact that Aloy sees Altaïr as her brother and Altaïr sees her as his sister.

(Rost lives because I say so)

Towards the start of HFW, Altaïr (with GAIA’s help) managed to create a small eagle machine that can show Desmond as a hologram by staying connected to Altaïr’s focus so Aloy and the others can finally see him. Before that, towards the end of HZD, they can hear Desmond if they connect with Altaïr’s focus with their own focus

Now the twist of HFW connected to Beta and Far Zenith also happens but this is where we get a few more plot points from Falconry

Far Zenith has a puppet by the name of Seventeen

And after GAIA talked to Beta, she believed she can use Seventeen to give Desmond his own body

[double-0h-no]

With Blackbirds following

I... was very preoccupied with finally finishing my weekly report and thus forgot to post today's (technically yesterday's) fic (I didn't go to bed yet so it doesn't count, right?)

My prompt fill for the last Whump prompt, "paralysis", and @thestalwartheart 's prompt, "birdwatching".

Mac, I'm sure you envisioned something entirely different (and fluffier) for this, but the plot bunnies ran away with me and… this happened. I really hope you do like it at least a bit, though.

on ao3

If birds were omens, Q sure hadn't figured out their meaning yet.

"Did you know that American robins look vastly different from our European ones? It's because their robins are thrushes, and ours belong to the vague genus of song birds."

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It happened in January.

A cold, miserable month that was mostly wet. Q had been at home, taking some much needed time to clean the litter box. It was Riley who called him, and later he'd wonder whether she'd been called for help, or whether she'd merely volunteered to call him.

There wasn't much he could do, he mused as he was sitting on the kitchen floor, totally numb and staring into the void. It would take another day until Bond was in London, if the medical staff in Beirut would clear him for transport, and that seemed to be a big if.

He had only been called once before because Bond had suffered an injury. Once in four years that Q had signed off on being Bond's next of kin, et cetera. Once. Now twice.

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Robins had always been his favourite kind of birds. They were small and round and had pretty colours, and you could even find them in the city, other than bullfinches. And he’d always preferred Robin over Batman.

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The first call of this sort had been on a sunny Saturday morning, and Q had been asleep in his way too empty bed. Relief had flooded him like a tidal wave, because James had been MIA for days by then and they were all rather sure he'd been captured. Q had only been home because he'd needed sleep. That 009 would seize this exact opportunity to free James was just the world showing Q how little of a fuck it gave.

That call had been the sweetest thing.

The aftermath had been bad. Once the initial relief had ebbed, the worry had taken over, but they'd made it, both of them, it was all good. That first call had been to tell him that James was safe, above all else. That he was seriously injured and would need extra care for some time seemed like the fine print, in comparison.

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Q loved owls, too. It was a bit cliché, which was part of the reason he never led with owls, but they did fascinate him; their nigh silent hunt, their mobility, their night vision, and yes, in a way their beauty. How they came in so many shapes and sizes and colours. It wasn't the best-founded fascination.

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While back then, the overwhelming relief of James being found had overpowered Q's worry, right now worry was all there was. He'd never been called in because of how seriously James was injured. He'd simply come to expect it whenever James got home. He so rarely made it out scot-free.

The first time in four years.

He couldn't feel his face, and the tips of his fingers had gone numb, too. Daphne seemed to sense that something was off and climbed into his lap, precariously balanced on his thigh, and started making biscuits.

Four years.

He swallowed harshly. He didn't know why that number was so important. And if it were ten years, it would always be one day too short.

He only hoped that it would all be fine.

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The first time it came up, they met on the roof of MI6. It was a rare occurrence - ever since Q-branch had moved to the old tunnels, it was quite a-ways to get back to the rooftop, and so Q only found himself up there after particularly bad meetings.

Bond had been more surprised to see him than the other way around.

"Wouldn't have picked you as one for such vile vices," he commented while lighting his own cigarette.

Q snorted. "Just goes to show how much you know."

He'd cocked an eyebrow. "Really, Q? What else could you be tempted with?"

It was a testament to how horrible his day had been so far that he answered at all: "Oh, sex, drugs, rock'n'roll. The usual."

He could feel James' eyes on him while he stared over the Thames in the vague direction of the Tate and took another drag of his cigarette.

"Well, I could certainly provide two of those. Unfortunately, I'm not musically gifted."

Q didn't bother to suppress the smile at the shameless flirting. It was nice, in a way. Comfortable. "My self-respect might allow me an occasional cigarette, but I'm afraid that's where it draws the line."

Even from the corner of his eye he could see Bond's grim expression transform into a smile.

A loud bang came from the construction site below and a flock of birds took flight.

"Bloody pigeons," Bond cursed, hiding badly that the sound, not unlike a gunshot at all, had startled him.

"Crows, actually," Q mused, watching the black mass fly over the water. "Carrion crows if my eyes don't deceive me, and my eyesight truly isn't the best. A murder of crows, if you believe in such antiquated terms."

"You've made your dismissal of those terms abundantly clear."

"What? Oh, no, I'm rather fond of them, no matter how bloody and archaic. A murder of crows, an unkindness of ravens, a parliament of owls... It's so very English," he added with derision, and the smile was back on Bond's face.

"Careful with that, Quartermaster, or I might feel inclined to give you a shove."

Q snorted. "Ah, yes, apologies, the SIS building might be the wrong place to express my less than patriotic tendencies. Whatever could I do next? Take the Lord's name in vain?" He didn't roll his eyes, but it was a close thing.

When he looked over at Bond, he almost choked on the smoke filling his lungs. It was such an unguarded expression Q wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Sure, he did see the hints of a smile every once in a while, or the carefully guarded admiration he sometimes showed Q's creation, but this smirk was all that cranked up to eleven.

It was quite charming, actually.

The crows cawed on the nearby bridge.

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It was worse than Q had thought. Better, too, in a way, but Q didn't much care for the brighter angle. It didn't help anyone to say that technically, very little was broken. Only one bone, plus a shrapnel wound. That didn't sound too bad. It was also completely disregarding the fact that the one bone and the shrapnel had unfortunately been in his spinal region.

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A mission in Brazil, some weeks after the crows, probably, but certainly before the local bird conversation:

"I feel out of place. Or at least underdressed, and that's not something that happens often," 007 lamented via comms.

Q furrowed his brows in confusion. Then: "You won't get me to ask what you are wearing, but shouldn't you be alone?"

Bond huffed a laugh. "Wasn't my intention, quartermaster, and I'd rather be alone with you, but alas, a bunch of birds has decided to settle down close to me, and they're causing a huge ruckus. At least I'm sure I can't be heard."

"And that the noise suppression of your mic truly has improved," Q hummed in agreement. "What birds are they?"

"Don't know, haven't asked," Bond muttered.

"Describe them to me?" At least it was a distraction from the flirting.

"Pink birds with funny beaks." 

"Ah." He wasn't quite fast enough to swallow down a sound of recognition.

"You know what they are?"

Q shrugged, unbeknownst to Bond. "I have an educated guess, considering where you are and the pointed description you gave me, I'd say roseate spoonbills. I understand why you're feeling underdressed. Their plumage can be quite impressive. They, too, like flamingos, get their pink colouration from the food they ingest."

"I will not start eating small crabs to meet their style," Bond joked, and Q had to bite his lip to not laugh.

"Yes, well, I'll leave that decision up to you. Back to my initial question: Is there anything else you require?"

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The nerves weren't completely severed. Which, apparently, was neither a good nor a bad thing, it just was. Even though the general opinion was that neural injuries did very little healing on their own, that didn't mean they did none, so it wasn't yet possible to be able to gauge the full extent of James' injuries.

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Sometimes Q sat down next to Velma, when she was staring out the window into the backyard. She had her special little place from which she watched the birds in the bushes, and Q thought it to be important to show interest in her hobbies.

"Meow."

"Really, a magpie? Haven't seen one of those in a while now, have we?"

"Meow."

"You're right, must be because it's autumn now."

"Chrrrp."

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He didn't talk. For weeks on end, he didn't talk to Q at all. He hadn't been faring well in Medical, but he had for maybe the first time in his life listened to the staff and done what he'd been told, including the resting bit, and Q thought it would be a relief for him to return home.

It wasn't.

James stopped talking after that. The wheelchair remained standing next to his bedside, untouched, and Q resorted to being his caretaker, and with every passing day he could see James resent him a bit more. 

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Only two months after... Well. After they… couldn’t deny their attachment anymore, and unanimously so, might be the most apt description. But after was enough, too. Only two months after, James brought him up to Skyfall. Q hadn't known where they were going when James had told him to get in the car, but watching their route on the satnav, he felt himself transported back all those years to his very first mission with James, planting bread crumbs along this very trail for a man who wasn't more than a note in a file anymore.

Once he'd figured it out, he just relaxed back into his seat and let James drive. His driving wasn't horrible when he made an effort.

He was surprised how little there was left. Somehow, he'd assumed that a large manor like Skyfall wouldn't be able to just burn down like that.

"Do you know how to hunt?", James asked, and Q tutted.

"I don't know what it was that gave you the impression, but I am one hundred percent a city child. It's a wonder I've seen a forest from among the trees, really."

James had shot him one of his half-smiled, the kind that was oddly appreciative of both his self-derision and grandeur in equal parts.

Then he tossed Q a hunting rifle. Q caught it more out of reflex than conscious decision, but then he examined it with greater interest and admiration. He could easily make out that it was older and well-cared for, and it had a small, circular metal plate with the initials AB.

"Your father's?"

James nodded.

"It's a beautiful thing. Not as well-adjusted as your Walther, of course, but I doubt you'd take that out into the woods with you."

Again the half-smile. "I don't know. Let's find out."

To say that they went hunting would be an exaggeration of circumstances. Mostly they went hiking, and Q couldn't help but marvel at the landscape around them. It truly was beautiful, and he found that he didn't mind the light drizzle half as much as he did in London.

At one point, they heard the oddest of sounds, a deep clucking, a bit like the call of a stag, followed by skittering sounds, and Q put his hand on Bond's elbow to halt.

"That sounds like a capercaillie."

James cocked an eyebrow. "How do you know? Thought you didn't get out of the city?"

Q shrugged. "I didn't. But their call is sort of unique, don't you think?"

They both listened into the silence, until that odd call sounded again, and James nodded slowly. "You might be right on both accounts. This sounds like a capercaillie. And it really is a hard sound to forget."

Along their trek, they saw many more birds, far more than Q ever saw in London, but he bit his tongue about it and instead tried to figure out the puzzle that was James.

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The big crash came, like Q had always feared it would. He'd never been more afraid for James' life. And it went exactly like expected: A truly dangerous amount of alcohol and tears. And the very pointed absence of an ultimatum.

Q had thought about it hard and long - whether it would maybe get a reaction from James if he threatened to leave. Because he couldn't do this eternally. It was ruining him, chipping away like an untalented sculptor with hammer and chisel, always taking just a bit more than they'd intended, and he felt himself wasting away in time with Bond, always keeping pace.

He would do it anyway. Unless James finally started communicating with him, he would not wither in his care of the man he loved.

And either James dealt with it, or he bloody well did something about it.

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Q had an odd fascination with vultures. They truly weren't the prettiest among them all, but they were huge, with majestic wingspans that only truly managed to impress him when he was an adult, though really, they should have intimidated him when he was a boy who could have been easily scooped up by them.

For all their bad reputation, they were invaluable to the food chain.

Also, bearded vultures could swallow and digest bones so well it was considered the main part of their diet, and who wouldn't be floored by that?

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James cooperated more after that, but he still didn't talk.

He allowed Q to take care of him, with all the indignities involved, and he followed the instructions of his physical therapist, with whom Q could only assume he talked because Geoffrey didn't complain anymore.

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"You'll once again use your cover as Richard Starling. I always found it oddly fitting, you know? Seeing as starlings are renowned for their ability to mimic other bird calls and blend into their surroundings."

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One day, Q came home from work and James was sitting in his wheelchair at the window, looking out with Velma, watching birds fly by.

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On the few occasions Q dragged himself out to the cemetery, he always brought some bird seeds.

"He really liked them, you know?", he told James, the first and only time he asked him to come along.

James hadn't asked any questions. Had not asked whether it was a security risk that he visited these graves. Had not asked who they were, or what had happened. It was all obvious enough.

His parents and younger brother were long since dead. And he should never be here. But he couldn't help the visit on Juno's birthday. He never brought flowers, only left the bird seeds.

"I like to think he enjoys having them all come to him."

Even though for the most part, there were only blackbirds.

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"All right, get dressed, we're heading out."

Because if they didn't, Q had the distinct feeling that he might go stir crazy.

James complied with the same resignation that he'd brought to the table for weeks now, and it really just made the restless unease in Q’s chest curl up to transform into a ball of rage. James bloody Bond was a lot of things, but not compliant.

Q borrowed a car from his branch and drove out of London, out into the woods to the very end of a forestry road where he stopped the pickup and settled in on its cargo bed, with James as his begrudging companion.

Though it had been a spontaneous decision, Q had come prepared. He'd brought several blankets for when it inevitably got cold, various thermoses with tea and mulled wine and coffee, enough food to get them through at least twelve hours, not that he intended to stay so long, and all the medical equipment that he'd gotten used to carrying around for James' sake.

It was, admittedly, a wretched time to watch birds or literally anything out in the wild except for falling foliage. It was late autumn, the trees had barely any leaves left, and a lot of the birds had migrated south.

Yet Q relished the peaceful quiet of the woods, and the stars that appeared far earlier than expected. When James shuddered next to him, he turned to him in concern.

"You cold?"

James shook his head. "No."

It took Q all his strength to nod and settle back in, even though his heart was in his throat.

Some five minutes later, a familiar bird called. "That's a barn owl somewhere close by," Q said absent-mindedly.

The next day, James did his physical exercises on his own, with renewed determination.

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They drove out to the woods every weekend after that.

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Q's great-aunt, an admirable lady of a woman, had had a grey parrot as a pet, and Q had delighted over it. It was the cleverest little thing he'd ever seen, and he could play with him and teach him tricks and never grow tired of it.

His great-aunt had also had a deep love for detective dramas on the television, which meant that the only sentences the parrot spoke were straight out of Agatha Christie's feather.

“Show me your hands!”

“Murder!”

“It wasn’t me. No no. It wasn’t me.”

Q still wasn't sure which delighted him more.

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A year after the accident, Q drove them all the way up to Scotland, though far away from Skyfall, all the way up north to Thurso where they took the ferry to Stromness. From there, still further up, until he found a nice parking spot near Birsay. While Q carried their backpack, James took his crutches and they walked towards the edge off the cliff and settled down in the grass, a spot with a great view that was more or less sheltered from the wind.

"Did you know that puffins are pretty bad fliers? You can't much see it during flight, but they need to flap their wings a lot to stay airborne, and their landings tend to be atrocious in terms of posture."

James snorted. "Take a long walk off a short cliff and we'll see how you fare."

Q rolled his eyes and got the thermos with his tea from the backpack.

To say that the winter had brought miracles would be a step too far, but things were looking cautiously optimistic. James had regained enough mobility to move on his crutches - the right leg was totally numb but in the left leg, he could at least move his joints, though with far less precision than before. His limp was obvious and his gait drew attention, but he could move around upright again, not totally immobile, which was more than either of them had dared hope for. 

"But they can dive up to sixty metres deep into the sea."

James hummed and wrangled the backpack into his lap to search for the second thermos with his coffee. "How long can they hold their breath?"

"Longer than you," Q said deadpan, and a devious glint appeared in James' eyes.

"You weren't complaining last night."

He wanted to complain, but he couldn't. Especially when they drove out like this, just to be outside together and marvel at some birds, Q could still hardly believe he got to have this again.

"They also chatter a lot while on shore, but at sea, they're mostly silent. And usually, they mate for life."

[scarletsky153]

got another plot bunny that cant STOP jumping inside my head so hear me out:

its a fem lawlu with them being platonic soulmates/qpr/chaotic siblings and suddenly they were back in the past, 10 yo for luffy and 17 for law which kinda sucks for luffy bcs she hasnt grown yet (and she miss her squishy boobs) and law kinda lord over this fact for years.

law already has polar tang and 3/4 of her crew. she found shanks and the red hair pirates roaming around north blue and decided to fuck it and try to pry luffy (or her caretaker makino) denden mushi number. shanks ofc wary about this young girl w old eyes that wants luffys number (even when she said her full name) but after four days of cold war luffy contact shanks telling him she probably time travel bcs she's so tiny now and has no boobs and the last thing she remembered before coming to the past is fighting against blackbeard and her haki is nearly uncontrollable its so hard to train haki in her tiny body and did shanks know something about time travel?

law kinda look into shanks incredulous eyes and smirk and loudly said,

"mugiwara-ya, stop talking too much."

luffy yelled "TORAO" so loud then laugh and cry nearly hysterical and telling her about "Ace" and "Dadan" and "Foosha" and "no boobs" while the rest of red hair and heart pirates watch the (crazy) girl only hummed and said with zero sympathy,

"this is your fault."

"IT'S NOT!"

law then calmly told luffy her denden number (and ask the bartender, makino, to write it down) and tell her fellow time traveler that law will set sail to east blue immediately to 'reinforce our alliance and to make a vague plans bcs i DONT want to get shot seven times again'.

("That one is definitely not my fault!"

"Debatable.")

shanks watch this interaction with solemn eyes and after exchaning glance w benn decided to follow law and went to dawn island too bcs obv luffy already became a great pirate so the promise is already fulfilled and law, used to deal w crazy impulsive captain, just nodded and the two crew set sail.

in dawn, luffy is trying to convince ace that she indeed time traveled while ace (and makino) warily glance at each other in confusion, want to believe luffy (bcs she's a shitty liar) but also time travel???

then a few weeks later luffy ran down from dadan's place to foosha and saw two distinctive ships sailing towards foosha. she tackled law who already on polar tang's deck and happily wave to the hearts and called them by names. shanks, who spent a LOT of his time getting to know his little sister's ally esp their elusive D captain, watch the two D's interaction with amusement. then the crew walk towards party bar to say hello to makino and see ace.

in the bar tho is when law and luffy reinforce their alliance. it kinda goes like this:

"Monkey D. Luffy."

"Trafalgar D. Water Law!"

"If you want to survive in the New World, there are only two ways to go about it. Either you swear allegiance to one of the Yonkou... or you do battle with them."

luffy laugh at the familiar words. law only smirks in response.

"You don't seem like the kind of girl who would subordinate herself to another pirate."

"Shishishi, that's right! I want to be captain!"

the two crew around them watch with rapt attention, while ace gawked at the two girls.

"Then form an alliance with us! If you and I work together, we may just be able to pull this off... I have a plan to take down one of the Yonkou."

the heart pirates stare at their captain in horror while the red hair pirates didn't know what to think about the conversation. shanks watch the interaction with full attention.

"Make it two Yonkou and a few Warlord and we have a deal!"

the two girls, one being only 10 years old while the other is still a teenager, look at each other with crazy, wild grin full of anticipation of being able to create chaos around the world.

"Deal. But this time I will be the one who kill Kaido."

"No way! I want to fight him again!"

"Don't be selfish, Luffy-ya."

the bicker w each other while ace looks like he nearly got a heart attack. meanwhile shanks laugh and call for a party to celebrate the alliance. luffy then spend the day and night trying to tell stories without too much spoiler for the future, while law trying to plan shits.

when they separate a few weeks later, law told luffy she (and the hearts) are going to dismantle Germa 66 and luffy isnt allowed to join them. the younger girl throw some tantrum ("Not fair, Torao! I want to beat Sanji's shitty family too!" "Then hurry and grow up already, your Haki's control is still shitty." "IT'S NOT!")

luffy let it out that sabo is still alive but has amnesia to ace and he swore to hit his twin hard enough in the head as to returning his memories. meanwhile shanks decided to get to know law more and bothered the girl a lot, while law thinking between hit that man in the face or hit on him and see whether the red hair man freaked out or not (he kinda did).

for the next four years, law kinda drift around north and east blue, wreaking havoc around the marine base and dismantled a lot of underground organization. the hearts then enter the grand line around the time ace set sail from dawn island (luffy called him to complain about "how can torao sail to grand line first I WANT TOO" "you're still a shrimp. three more years." "NO") and wreaking havoc (again) so her bounty reach 300M first. she called luffy to gloat ofc.

law got the yami yami no mi first, but teach still betrayed whitebeard and trying to kill thatch and ace but ace, already being warned by luffy and law, managed to save thatch. but he somehow still got caught by the marine and slated to be executed in marineford again. law told luffy maybe this is a fix point in every timeline.

the straw hat still got separated bcs luffy knew her crew needed the training, but she managed to NOT separate from them and reunited w law in sabaody. they then tried to save ace at impel down first, still didnt get there in time but manage to create chaos and set a few hundred prisoners free, then set sail to marineford to save ace.

law and luffy both fought on the war, manage to save ace but luffy somehow still got hurt bcs of akainu, law manage to save luffys life (ofc), and the two D girls gain the respect from whitebeard and his crew. shanks then join them to let them know that kaido is pissed, and to ask them about their next plan.

luffy wants to train w rayleigh or alone again, law decided to enter new world first and gaining more info, they will reunite in punk hazard in two years to then defeat doflamingo and set sails to wano and defeat kaido.

the only person from wb pirates who didnt gawked in astonishment is whitebeard bcs he only laugh, while marco remarks that the two girls are def Ds.

the rest is kinda history lol.

also they both like to tease each other about their respective type of men.

luffy to law: "still want to bang shanks, torao? he's older enough for you, right? i know u like them mean and old."

law to luffy: "still cant talk in front of your crush, mugiwara-ya? i thought you're the Pirate King, he's only the first mate of whitebeard."

did the two girls manage to get the guy of their dream???? probably.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Beginning Of The End Series

Summary: You were once a “honeybee”, now you’re simply a “bunny”. Can an alliance and friendship still last after one’s former lover became the current lover of another?

Pairings: ELP x Reader x Jay White

Warnings: +18, mentions of cheating, cursing.

A/N: When I began writing this series both ELP and Jay were part of the Bullet Club. So for plot reasons let’s pretend it’s still that way lol

The Past was once a Present, and a Present is a possible Future…possible.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @pleasantpastels

A 12 hour flight and one taxi ride to Tokyo Dome later, I found myself walking around backstage while waiting for my boyfriend to come back from his match.

Riley needed this, this reassurance. The certainty that I was indeed madly in love with him as much as he was with me. The certainty that the past was just that - the past, with no room for it being the present again or a possible future.

His over excited voice echoed through the hallway before he turned the corner to find me standing close to the Bullet Club’s locker room doors. Riley’s blue eyes lightened up once he saw me and a wide smile took over his lips “Holy shit! What are you doing here?!” His long legs ran towards me before he picked me up in his arms and captured my lips in a deep kiss.

The sweat from his torso stained the front of my red t-shirt and I could feel a pair of gray eyes deadly staring at us.

“This is G1’s week! The most important week of your career! And since I’m on vacation from work I thought it would be a good idea to stop by for some emotional support”

“Why didn’t you tell me they were gonna give you your vacation this month?! You’re spending the whole month here with me?”

“Yeah. And to be fair I wanted it to be a surprise so…” I smiled widely before brushing his wet hair away from his forehead “Are you ok with having me as a roommate for a month?”

A small snort left Riley’s lips “Oh no, that will be a nightmare! Replacing Ishimori’s loud ass snoring and farts for your gorgeous face and delicious body will be a real struggle. I honestly don’t know if I can handle that” He sighed heavily in fake disappointment before I giggled “You’re so ridiculous”.

Riley’s loud shocked gasp made my giggle turn into a loud laugh

“I thought you loved my sense of humor!”

“I do, my love” I pecked his lips “I really do”

One of the production assistants called for him while pointing at a door down the hall. Riley nodded once before placing me down on the floor “Look, I have to shoot a promo real quick, do you mind waiting for me here?”

“No, not at all. Go ahead, don’t keep them waiting too long”

“Thank you” He pecked my lips “I’ll be back in a blink”

The minute he ran towards the door where he would shoot the promo, I turned around to find the same gray eyes still staring at me.

The eyes I once loved were filled with something I couldn’t quite read. Perhaps it was anger or jealousy, maybe even hurt, no one could really tell.

When it comes to Jay White, no one can tell what’s really going on inside his mind.

“Him?” He frowned “So you’re together now or what? Why am I only knowing about this - whatever it’s going on between the two of you - now?”

“And why would I or Riley tell you anything about our private lives?”

“Why him?”

“Why do you care?”

Jay’s jaw clenched when he didn’t get a proper answer “You know I care about you”

“Funny how your actions prove the exact opposite”

“What the fuck did you want me to do, huh?” He closed the distance between us “She was pregnant! What should I do? Kick her to the curb?”

“And conveniently enough she got pregnant when you asked me for some time apart”

“I’ve never cheated on you if that’s what you’re implying!”

“Right! You didn’t cheat on me, Jay. You just chose her instead”

“For fucks sake I didn’t choose shit! I had no choice, honeybee!”

“Stop calling me that!” I felt my jaw clenching with rage “And yes, you did! You had a choice, Jay. And you made your choice, now live with it!”

“What’s this, huh?” He pointed towards the direction Riley went “Is that your revenge? A little payback for what you think I did to you?”

“Do not assume that I would have a relationship with someone just to spite you, Jay. Trust me, you’re not that important”

A small laugh left his lips “Are you really trying to convince me that you have real feelings for him? Really? That loser? C’mon, bee. We both know he’ll never be on my level”.

The loud noise followed the burning feeling on Jay’s skin when my palm connected to his cheek, “You better watch your mouth! You will never be half of the man Riley is!” I pointed my index finger at his face “And I would be more respectful of his name when I’m around if I were you”

Jay opened his mouth to say something but a pair of hands pushed him away from me.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Riley squared up to Jay and pulled me behind his back “Next time you get that close to her I’ll break your fucking neck!”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try, tough boy!” Jay smirked “She was mine before being yours! As a matter of fact, she’s still mine. Because you’ll never own her the way I did and still do. But we both know that, don’t we?”

The growl that left Riley’s lips was a warning for the punch he was about to give in Jay’s face. I quickly pulled Riley away from the Bullet Club leader and placed myself in front of him in order to block his attempt of beating Jay up.

“Baby, look at me” I cupped his cheeks with my hands before pulling his head down “Rye, look at me!”

His blue eyes held a haze of confusion and pure rage “Don’t do it, he’s not worth it. C’mon, let’s go back to the hotel-“

“What’s the matter, huh? The great ELP can’t handle the truth?” Jay mocked “Or maybe he can’t handle some competition because deep down he knows he’ll end up being the loser he always is” Jay chuckled before taking a deep breath in “Can you smell it, Riley? Your despair sinking in? Your brain telling you that I’m right? That she IS mine and that she WILL come back to me? You know it’s just a matter of time, right?”

Unable to hear that anymore, I pulled Riley away from the locker room and towards the parking lot while Jay kept screaming behind us.

“That’s right, you little bitch. Run! Run, Riley. And enjoy your last days with her because soon enough she’ll come back to me!”

[marithlizard]

You know what's a not very smart thing for your brain to do? Get a plot bunny that insists on being written just before a new episode is going to come out and invalidate it. This will all need to be rewritten after "Oops" drops but I liked how it came out anyway and thought I'd save it here. Blitzo mentions having a therapist in S1E1. He was probably joking, but what if he wasn't?

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If it wasn't for Rasputin's Raspberry, he never would've gone inside in the first place.

Sure, it caught his attention almost every day as he trudged home after his shift: "COUNSELING AND THERAPY" in plain block letters, black on white, a sign that was so boring-ass and cheap that it stood out against the colorful crap that lined the streets around the Hellevator. The owner had scored a space in this prime real estate territory in a practical and traditional way: put a makeshift door at the entrance to an alley and stretch some canvas between the buildings for a roof.

Every time he saw the sign Blitzo wondered what kind of sad sack would pay for those things in Hell. Therapy was that human thing about lying on a sofa while someone with a clipboard asked questions about your mother. And counseling sounded like sex work without the sex, someone getting paid to just sit there and do nothing while you talked about your problems. Not exactly good value.

But today he wasn't trudging home so much as squelching, leaving a trail behind him, and frankly there wasn't much to look forward to when he got there. His steps slowed.

Yeah, who needed someone to listen patiently while they vented? Someone totally uninvolved who...might not even recognize any names and could care less if they did, who was getting paid to keep a straight face while he got it all off his chest for once...

He really was a sad sack, wasn't he?

Inside it was just an alley littered with garbage. The dangling canvas “walls” at front and back flapped in the breeze, letting in dust and the dim red light of Pride. The only things to see, in fact, were the hole in the ground and the sign next to it with a crude arrow pointing down.

Blitzo looked over the edge. Seven feet? Eight? The electrical cable at his feet ran down to the bottom and curved off into a tunnel, which explained why it wasn’t dark in there.

His survival instincts said Hello? Trap? Go down there and you could die, dumbass.

The darker voice he’d been hearing lately said How much do you care?

By the time he was six yards down the sloping tunnel, he’d realized it wasn’t a trap. Someone had put far too much work into this thing, even braced the walls and ceiling with struts of scrap metal. A green curtain hung across the end of the tunnel ahead of him for that extra-homey troglodyte touch.

Blitzo pushed aside the curtain and stepped into a surprisingly normal-looking room with white walls. A tall spindly sinner unfolded from the chair behind the desk and stood up.

“Are you lost?” They cocked their head like a bug considering a possible meal. Literally.

He’d never seen a demon so much like a preying mantis: huge bulging faceted eyes, curving claws like saw blades, even antennae sticking up out of their gray-green head. He couldn’t begin to make a guess at gender, not that it was any of his business.

“What the fuck did you do when you were alive to end up like that?”, he blurted in genuine admiration.

“Oh, you are lost.” Surprisingly, there was no buzz in the calm voice. “This is the counseling office, where people come to answer personal questions, not ask them.”

“Riight, the mother thing. Well, I’m not telling you jack shit to feed whatever maternal fetish you humans have going on, I don’t care if you’re fantasizing about fucking one or having one or being one or whatever, there’s plenty of fun things to do with tits but do them on your own time.”

They laughed, and now he could hear the droning buzz behind it. “You’re very energetic. No. No one here has to talk about anything they don’t want to.”

“So what, you sit in that chair and people yell at you about the shitty day they had?”

“If that’s how you want to spend your hour.” They held out a claw. “Twenty in advance, by the way.”

What the hell, he was already here and it was less than he’d spend at a bar in the same amount of time. Blitzo pulled out his wallet and gingerly stuck a couple of bills onto the big spine that curved up from their palm like a permanent middle finger. The sinner plucked them off deftly and sat back down.

“The floor is yours.”

His father was wrong. He did not freeze up in front of audiences, that was not a thing that happened, forgetting a line or two and improvising was not the same thing. But standing there looking at a hundred tired, defeated looking Blitzos reflected in those disco ball eyes, he wasn’t sure where to start.

After a few moments of silence the sinner asked, “What is that red stuff you tracked into my office, anyway?” They didn’t sound angry, just curious.

Blitzo looked down at the red glop all over his lower legs and feet. “That...is the signature slurpee flavor of the most popular ride at Loo Loo Land this season, Dunk the Monk.”

“What kind of ride is that? A waterslide?”

“No, see, there was this human a long time ago who was really hard to kill, or something? Everyone gets issued a gun, and you ride around in little carts on a track past these displays of all the different ways to kill him, and if enough people shoot the target on each one -”

“I get the picture. “

“It’s pretty clever, I have to admit. And the music track slaps. The slurpee flavor tastes like ass though.”

“And you’re covered in it because…?”

“Because the dispenser was broken again, and when you take it apart to fix it half the time the contents spray all over. Preferably on the customers, it makes them look like massacre victims and most of them love it, but today the whole machine just came apart in my hands like the useless piece of crap made out of Satan’s pubic hair shavings that it is.”

“So you work at Loo Loo Land. Fixing things?”

“Doing whatever shit job needs doing. Anything and everything, if it’s grubby or gross, give it to Blitzo and laugh. If I’m lucky I get to put on the world’s lamest clown costume and hand out balloons next to the fucking robot star. I haven’t been allowed on a stage since -”

“Since?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Okay.”

So that dropped the conversational ball with a thud. But it was picked up and handed back to him: “So if this was a bad day, how does a typical day go for you? Start to finish.”

“Oh, I, uh...” No one had ever asked him a question like that, not and stuck around for the answer. Huh. “Well, I get up, obviously, my tiny shitty apartment is all the way out at the ass-edge of Imp City but at least I have a place of my own now, if I had to stay in the company dorms one more night someone was gonna die, anyway I have to get up at 4am to be on site by 6 and get yelled at with everyone else because yesterday’s sales…”

Twenty minutes later he was pacing back and forth, waving his arms around like one of the puppets on fire in the daily Punch-and-Judy show. “- and we were having a great time, those kids LOVED my balloon animals, until one humorless bitchmom complained that they were “too anatomically correct”. Does she have any idea how hard it is to perfect a balloon horse with a dick? No. Did she get me banned from the only fun thing I still got to do in this festering shithole? Yes.”

He paused, panting. “Okay, yeah, it did feel good to get all that out there. I feel like I just puked up everything I shouldn’t have ordered from Wackdonalds in the last year.” Ten pounds lighter, slightly dizzy, and ready to fall asleep on the nearest safe flat surface. Too bad that was far away in his apartment.

“I have questions,” said the sinner.

Blitzo dragged over the rickety chair that was the only other piece of furniture in the room and sat on it, carefully. “Oh yeah? I wouldn’t brag about it, that shit can be contagious.”

They leaned back, rasping one forearm against the other slowly with a sound like sandpaper. “Is there anything at all you enjoy about your work now?”

“Uh, were you paying attention at all?” For a moment he was tempted to demand his money back. “...I guess there was nothing about listening comprehension in the deal, huh. The answer is no.”

Scraaape. “Then why do you stay?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re clearly not a prisoner, or you wouldn’t be here,” they pointed out. “Why do you get up every morning and go back?”

Well that was a stupid question, he had to because - “I’m a circus imp. See this mark on my forehead? That’s the troupe I was born into. I learned how to walk on my hands as soon as I could walk on my feet, the three of us were the Toddler Terrors act for a while until Barbie decided she wanted to do highwire and me and Fizz went for clowning -”

He hadn’t meant to talk about Barbie or Fizz. Fuck. Blitzo shut his mouth.

A thoughtful clicking noise was the only sound from the other side of the desk. The silence stretched out, and out, until he started talking again just to fill it.

“Anyway… you don’t just stop being a circus performer.” Barbie had. “You stick with your family and your dream, and...” Fizz hadn’t. His piece of shit father certainly hadn’t. “What the fuck do you know about it? If you had all the answers you wouldn’t be spending your afterlife in a hole underground hoping an angel doesn’t spray you with DDT.”

“I don’t -”

“”Exterminators”, ha! Get it? Because you’re a bug?”

Their stupid upside-down triangle of a face didn’t even change. Great. Annoying people was his best skill as an adult and he was failing at that too.

“Your time is almost up, so let’s finish with a thought experiment. Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Because you want to get full value for your twenty. Close them.”

Blitzo did, with an irritated huff, because he couldn’t actually think of a reason not to. This still beat any of the other options he’d had for the evening.

“Imagine that it’s tomorrow and you’re getting up for work and turn on the radio, and hear that Loo Loo Land was destroyed. A freak accident, a turf war, whatever. You’re out of a job. You don’t know how you’ll pay next month’s rent. You’ll never see any of those people again. What do you feel, as you hear that news?”

He could lie, but what would be the point?

“...Relieved,” he admitted. “And worried, and also pissed off because I wanted to be the one to blow the fucking place up, but mostly relieved.”

“Now imagine it’s tomorrow and you get up for work and go in, and the next day and the next for the rest of your life. How does that prospect make you feel?”

No words were adequate. Blitzo made a noise that no dom had ever managed to beat out of him, not even that one guy with an electric cattle prod.

“It sounds as though you know what you need to do, then.”

How was he supposed to argue with the evidence that just came out of his own mouth? It was true. The place was killing him. He’d been telling himself to suck it up and get through one more day and week and month as though the next one would somehow magically be better. And he always knew it wouldn’t, but the alternative was terrifying.

And now it was right in front of him, inescapable.

“But...what can I do instead?” Thank fuck he was talking to a random sinner in a hole. The robot would laugh until it hiccuped sparks. And if Barb or Fizz heard him sounding this small and unsure – it didn’t bear thinking about. He would head straight to Envy and walk into the ocean first. “I don’t know how to do anything else.”

It took a few seconds for him to realize that the chittering sound was laughter.

“I’ve just sat here and listened to you tell me about your skills, yet you don’t realize you have them? Not many people can crawl into a duct and kill an infestation of hellipedes with nothing but a stick covered in chewing gum. Even fewer would be able to rescue the show after they fell out of the duct onto the performer.”

“The audience threw things at me. I don’t even know why so many of them had rocks.”

“But they had fun, didn’t they? You said they laughed at you.”

“Yeah, uh, you’re not helping boost my confidence here.”

“The point I’m trying to make is that you have nerve, strength, reflexes, the ability to think on your feet, and a certain kind of obnoxious charisma. You’re creative – the method you used to kill the cotton candy vendor and the park mascot at the same time, while giving yourself a solid alibi by being caught sucking off the ferris wheel operator? Agatha Christie could never.”

Blitzo felt his face growing warm. Positive feedback wasn’t something he got a lot of these days. “Welll, I didn’t exactly know all those kids would be able to see us from above. But it worked out. I guess it was pretty clever.”

The sinner grinned at him, showing – teeth? Mandibles? Whatever – in predatory approval. “Since I got here I’ve heard a lot about how imps are natural-born servants and followers. You’ve proven to me that’s bullshit in less than fifty minutes. Get out there and you’ll find no shortage of ways to use your talents.”

“Yeah. Yeah! You’re right, there’s got to be something.” Ideas were popping up in his brain suddenly. He’d never thought much about what the marks did with their boring little lives once they went home. A lot of things, that’s what. Things he could do better.

They extended a long, saw-toothed arm and pointed at the door. “Time’s up. Come back someday and tell me how it went.”

Too full of thoughts to bother answering, he went. As he reached the door, the sinner said, “And one more thing.”

“Yeah?” Blitzo answered, not turning around.

“Don’t feel guilty about abandoning the life you were born into or your dream or any of that shit. You already have. That place isn’t a circus, is it? You owe them nothing.”

“I don’t, do I?” He grinned, as a whole new set of thoughts floated up like champagne bubbles. “Later, bug-man.”

He wasn’t going to put in two weeks notice, that was for sure. But he could take a few days to make plans and leave some presents behind for his soon-to-be-ex coworkers. As he climbed back out of the hole and stepped out onto the street, Blitzo started to whistle cheerfully.

That had been a fucking good peptalk. It was worth more than a twenty, if he was being honest. Luckily he had just the right tool to leave a tip. That cheapass sign was looking a lot less boring by the time he put the marker back in his pocket and started the long walk across the city to his apartment.

Where would he be a year from now? Dead? Rich? In jail? Not at Loo Loo Land. The world was his oyster and Blitzo was going to pry that sucker open and do fish sauce shots. Just you watch, Fizz, he swore. Just you watch.

[ladykailitha]

Little Runaway Extra

I know, I know I said that I would be starting “Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town” tonight but @moonage-daydreaming replied to the epilogue about Max being the first to know and then this plot bunny wouldn’t leave me alone.

So without further ado, the Showdown POV Max Mayfield

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Max was bored. She wanted to go to the skate park to work on a move she was trying to get down. But her two most frequent rides weren’t an option at the moment. Steve couldn’t drive, considering he was still “on the run” or whatever and she had missed Eddie before he went into town.

So she was doing what she always did when she was bored. She spied on her neighbors. Which is why she was shocked to see Claudia Henderson pull up.

She grabbed the popcorn when Dustin burst into the Munson trailer like he owned the place. She wanted to see Wayne kick his ass.

But Max was in for more surprises. As she waited for Wayne to start screaming, the sheriff pulled up. He stepped out and Joyce Byers stepped out of the passenger seat. He jaw truly dropped when Hopper let a handcuffed Eddie out of his back seat.

“Holy shit!” she swore. She ran and grabbed her walkie-talkie in case the party needed to be kept up to date. But by the time she got back to the window, Eddie was rubbing his newly freed wrists and standing there like he’d been mildly embarrassed instead of arrested.

And then Wayne came out of his trailer.

She opened the window just a little so she could hear what was being said. They stared in silence as they waited. For what she didn’t know. But she didn’t have to wait long as a cherry red Jaguar pulled into the park like Apollo himself was behind the wheel.

Out stepped Clint Harrington.

“Oh fuck,” Max whispered. She hoped Steve was smart and let the adults handle this for once in his life.

When Wayne called out to Steve she wanted to storm out there and beat the man over the head. Don’t get Steve involved! She wanted to scream. But then Steve actually let the adults protect him. Her eyes went wide when he held out his hand to Eddie.

Well that was...not unexpected. New. It was just new.

She raised her hands in the air, barely able to contain her cheer when Steve threw the backpack at his dad. She didn’t know what was in it, but she could guess it was why Clint had hung around for weeks hunting Steve down.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she hissed when Clint pulled out of the park as though being chased. Once everyone had gone, leaving Eddie and Steve standing in front of the Munson trailer, she closed the window.

Max didn’t need to know what they were saying to know that they were in love. She did watch fondly as they held each other close whispering to each other.

She looked at the walkie in her hand. The party didn’t need to know about that. Not yet.

Not until they were ready.

Link to the original story. Not tagging because it was unexpected.

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

i would LOVE to here more abt the samurai au (that was the art that got me into sandstorm lol)

HI! hi hello!! im happy to hear I got you into sandstorm and I'd be happy to talk about the au!!!

Basically the concept is Cole is part of a team of samurai who protect Lloyd! Lloyd's the son of a noble (Garmadon) and Wu trained them all to protect the kid lol. Morro is sent as an assassin to kill Lloyd but fails. He manages to escape but Cole notices and chases him. They only start working together once people are sent after MORRO for failing to kill Lloyd, it makes Cole and Morro work together to survive. Cue the bonding.

Some random notes about the AU are

-I noted this down in the OG post but Cole and Morro have different names here!! Cole's is Kuroiwa and means 'black' + 'cliff, rocks'. Morro's 'wind style' + 'among, between'. Thought it fit them well lol.

-Morro's a ronin. Ran off from Wu around 11/12 (?) and Wu was sort of forced cast him off. Morro had severed their connection first though.

-the turning point in Cole and Morro's relationship is when they begin to refer to each other by their given names.

-I have a little plot-bunny for how the AU goes and likely at one point Morro is 'killed' by the people sent after him and Cole takes his sword to go avenge him basically lol. When Morro wakes up hes like. FUCK. and then runs off to the ninja ('the samurai' here) to ask for help going after Cole who's surely got himself into trouble (he has).

Hope any of this is interesting!! ty for the ask!!