#I had absolutely no fucking clue I was about to drop like a sack of bricks.

[painted-bees]

guess who has two thumbs and passed out in the back of an A350???

[grimdarling69]

Another Deaged Dan and Ellie or otherwise known as Crack pt8

John Constantine was unsurprisingly quite used to being tied up. Ever since Batman called him in to inspect that interdimensional portal that reeked of the Infinate Realms, he's been inning around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to stop the end of the world. The portal was just about the worst constructed thing ever. It was running on ectoplasm and soda. From the notes and scribbles he found in the lab. Luthor was going to create a that would have been much safer but ran out of time. So they recreated 'the Fenton portal' he has no idea what that is.

Even Batman, much to his displeasure, has no clue. He's the fucking Batman, the greatest detective in the world and he has no goddamned clue what the fuck that means. Whatever the fuck or whoever the fuck Fenton is he will be torturing them somehow.

God, he needs a drink. He tries to reach his flask in his coat but can't. Because he's fucking tied up in a random ghosts lair.

"Beware! I am the Box Ghost!" Fucking kill him now. How the fuck did this loser capture him. He tricked fucking Satan so many times snd this rectangular obsessed ghost captures him? He's never living this down. He just hopes Zee won't find him before he gets out of here.

Purple smoke seeps in from the ghosts door to his lair. To late.

"Huh?" The stupid ghost questions the smoke and flies toward it.

"Beware!" He yelled and threw his hands up. Obviously, trying to appear scary but only achieving in making himself look like a total dork. God, what an idiot he was. Hurry up, Zee. He's not bloody drunk enough to play damsel in distress.

The smoke turned tangible and wrapped up the befuddled ghost and drags him to the floor. He tries to go intangible, but the purplish ribbons keep top strong a grip on him. He resorts to wiggling around on the floor like a worm. The door is roughly kicked open, and Zatanna struts in.

"Need a hand, john?" She sarcastically asked him. He sighed.

"Just put me out of my misery, please Zee."

"No can do." She uses her magician wand to cut the rope magically and dropped him to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Curse you my knight in shining fishnets.

"Hope you don't mind i brought some company." She said like she'd really care if he did.

"Oh great." He picked himself off the floor, massaging his irritated skin. His head was still spinning from being tied upside down for so long. He stumbled and was caught by a pair of strong arms. He looked up and saw four batears and two frowns.

"Aw batsy, you do love me.. fuck I don't feel good..." He then immediately threw up the measly crackers and some whiskey he had in his jacket for some reason when he was captured by those fuckers last week.

He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his flask, and took a big swing of the empty flask.

"God fucking damnit!" He cursed and fumbled around for a cigarette finding absolutely nothing. Worst day ever. Or night or whatever the fuck time it is.

"Constantine. What the hell are you doing?" Batman gravelly voice interrogated him. What a tool. He finally takes a glance around his now less spinning surroundings. Zatanna really brought the cavalry in, didn't she?

Red Hood, Red Robin, Signal and Flash younger stood on one side of the room. Wonderwoman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, the older Flash, and Cyborg were on the other.

"What in the bloody hell is this?"

"Nightwing and Robin. Have you found anything?" Diana asked calmly like this was any other day. And they weren't in one of the most dangerous places in the multiverse.

"Yeah, they're trapped in the Far Frozen."

"How are you so sure?"

"Ghosts are stealing food and human items across the earth. Mostly from high magic and death rate areas. Where natural portals are more common." He took a cigarette from Red hoods outstretched hand, ignoring the glare from the others around them. Also ignoring the shove Red Robin gave to his brother and lit the tip with a quick spell. Inhaling and blowing out the smoke is an experienced dance.

"We already know that. We've all tried tracking them and nothing works." Zatanna stated crossing her arms and peering over the brim of her hat questioningly.

"I've got a source. Did some bounty hunting for the resident ghost of a dead warden, he wanted some ghosts locked back up in his prison." He pointed at the still wiggling ghost "This one here was the first one I locked up a week ago after I left those demons in the dust and he got a lucky revenge shot in."

"How do you the warden is trustworthy?" The older Flash questioned. He looked nervous like he was waiting for something.

Another shoe to drop was just what he needed.

"Because i got it verified by the Lord of all time. He told me to hurry that'll I'll need to be 'Beware of poisonous thorns '. I'm guessing he just means they're guarded by a nature ghost or something. Weird for the antartic, but they are ghosts, so nothing really has to make bloody sense around here." Taking another drag from his, smoke, and he takes a mental stock of the few things they'd need to make it there.

"We need to go now. How do we get there?" Batman grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the door.

"Slow your roll, luv. Do you want to die? We've got a lot of things to do if you want even a chance to survive that bloody place. Forget even making it there."

"Like what?" The older Flash asked suddenly standing with Batman and wonder woman.

"Like getting some bloody jackets."

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock beeps loudly in his ear. He smacks it without thinking. So early.....getting up and walking to the bathroom swiping his phone on the way. Doing his business and brushing his teeth.

He scroll through his phone. Bruce wanted to talk, Jason was mad at him, Tim was pissed at a case, Babs missed seeing him. He walks out the bedroom after pulling on some random shorts. He yawns loudly and open the cabinets grabbing cereal.

He eats the cereal slowly while responding to messages. Looks like the internet isn't working very well nothings going through...weird with a waynephone but not impossible it wasn't as bat-grade as his other tech anyway. He'll fix it later. His sons bedroom door opens.

"Richard? Where are we?"

"Richard? Since when do you call your old man by his first name? Not very proper of you baby wing." He joked ruffling his hair. Damians face was rippled with confusion.

"Your not my...father...oh my ancients...fuck-" He looked around the room for another second then turned back around and ran into his room slamming the door closed.

"Damian..!" He tried the door, but he immediately heard the lock turn. He knocked on the wood, hoping Damian would respond.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" He tried to talk to him through the door. He stuck his ear to the door and could hear rustling noises and swears and something Diseree?

He grabbed his lockpicks from their usual places. He picked the lock methodically.

"Diseree! Fix this now! Or I'll put you down!"

"Ughhhh I'm only granting your wish!" A echoey voice unbound by a physical plane.

A genie(?) Flew up through the floor she wore blue robes and with a bored expression snapped her opaque fingers and everything went dark.

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Everything hurt. Before he could even wake up he was aware of immense pain. His chest hurt and his eyes were to heavy to even attempt at moving. They felt heavier than his fortress key. He vaguely recognized the bed he was laying on to be his recovery cot with the solar panels in the watchtower med bay. He tried to think of what led to this but he couldn't think of anything. It hurt to think god his head was pounding like he went through a skyscraper all the way from the top to the basement and further.

"Clark? Can you hear me?" Lois? What was she doing here? He tried to open his eyes but they must have been glued shut.

"Stay still, dad..." Jon? Jon...and him...were fighting but over what? Something to do with Robin, maybe. He can't remember, and it hurts to try to sift through his shattered memory.

"Go back to sleep dad. We'll be here when you wake up." Kon, he remembers telling him something but what was it? Be prepared? No he says that all the time it's something different...its gotta be something new...God if only the lights weren't so bright maybe he could open his eyes. Speak. Ask him. I know it's important, what did I tell you?

He tries to open his mouth, and all he hears is beeping and unfamiliar voices. He thinks he can hear Lois tell him to calm down? He is calm. in fact, he feels too calm, like the calm before the storm. Ugh, if only that obnoxious beeping and shouting would stop. This time, he welcomes the embrace of darkness. Anything to escape that horrid shrieking.

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"And why should I help you?" The large green and pink alien looking woman leered at Constantine. This was a bad idea, a terrible one, actually. Why did you listen to Batman, Wally? He should have just zoomed around this dimension instead of almost killing them by begging for help from dead aliens! Why would Dora the Explorer or whatever her name is want to help us?

"Because I've brought you your cousin, Diana of Themyscira?" Constantine told the amused tall as fuck lady. She was huuuuge-not in a rude way of course. Gid he's an idiot atleast he's to scared to speak. He's the Flash, faced of million of scarier foes but something about her just makes every hair on his body stand in fear. She kinda reminds him of Wonder Woman.

Wait, did he just say cousin-wait? Is he trying to sacrifice her to this random alien?? By telling her she's its cousin?? Is he telling the truth she is kinda of wearing armor like Wonder Woman, but still...

"Greeting cousin, I've heard many stories of your great cleverness." WW said to her. He guesses he was telling the truth if she's going with it.

"And of my great naivety and stupidity? You have been poisoned by spending all your time with these mortals if you think false flattery will endear me to you. What will you give me if I help and don't say your soul. I know who you are, John Constantine, and your reputation precedes you even here." She spoke with an even tone, but he could feel the power in her words as she toyed with the small box in her lap. Running her fingers across its lid and body. Tracing the beautiful woodwork.

"A favor. If you know of my reputation, you must know of my skills." Constantine quickly controlled himself and attempted to convince her again.

"I suppose it would be nice to hold a favor from such a skilled magician..." She appeared deep in thought, and from his position to the side, he could see Constantine's eye twitching from being called a magician. This was pretty fucking funny actually. He just hopes Constantine controls himself.

"You wanted a way to the Far Frozen, why? Does it have anything to do with the rumored lockdown over there?" Shit she wasn't convinced this was less funny....

"There's a lockdown...? That wasn't-"

"Calm yourself, magician. I have been invited for diplomatic reason recently and j suppose I could invite a few of you but not all of course. Tell me why you need to go there and ill put us on the list?" She praticaly purred the last part she knew she won.

"We-"

"Are looking for my sons." Batman interupted WW and what the hell was he thinking? Giving information to people we have no clue about! He was Batman he'd kick people out of the Justice League for that and now he's doing this!

"Your littlest one is in great pain. Burdened and heavy, how will you relieve that?" She pondered aloud her voice seemed to echo against the marble.

"He is my son. I will do anything to help him-them." Batman answered truthfully with full conviction.

The woman hummed thoughtfully. "He told me that would be your answer but can you keep your word. Can you accept that the son you lost will not be the son gained?"

"I thought The Lord of Time was the riddle fanatic?" Constsntine joked and the woman turned to him ever amused. "Well i enjoy some from time to time." She chuckled at her own joke and turned away toward her maze the one they came through. It wasn't a difficult one at all hardly newsworthy but he had a guess she had something to do with the skill level.

"A friend of mine has a beautiful ship. He would be delighted to escort mortals across the Realms."

"There are no large enough ectoplasmic pools for a ship large enough to hold our party. Mortals need more space than ghosts. We cannot simply hibernate like your kind." Zatanna answered this time he was wondering when she'd show back up. She had left in a flurry of magical nonsense for something but he didn't really understand her explanation.

"Ah but his ship does not sail the water but the sky." She reached into a pouch secured onto her leg below her fancy Greek skirt , which probably had a fancy special name, she pulled out a white whistle. It had runes and symbols all over it and they glowed a bright neon green. She blew into it but no sound came from it.

"Sounds broken-" He manged to whisper to Vic right next him. Victor glanced at him about to speak but a sudden loud crashing over head. He crashed to the floor while the gaint alien Greek ghost laughed at all of them. He looked up to the sky the large pirate ship with skeletons hanging out the side of it peering them. What the....

"Amen Auntie Dora! You called?" A young boy dressed in pirate gear complete with a skeleton parrot on his shoulder.

"It's 'ahoy' ugh why do even I try?" The pirate groaned loudly.

This is going to be one interesting voyage...

[spice-chan]

Ethereal

Yan!Dragon King!Bakugou Katsuki x Water Nymph!f!reader

The water nymphs send an unusual peace offering this year...

Warnings: Reader sent as a peace offering so feelings of objectification are present. Yandere themes. Possessiveness. Yandere bakugou but only becomes outwardly yandere towards the end. Death (killing). Not too descriptive about wounds though, although they are mentioned (not inflicted on reader). Bakugou is a bit of a douchebag at the start.

wordcount: 4.5 k 

tags: @angie-1306 (your ask got deleted but thank god you werent on anon) @axther @reddriot​

A bundled-up body was dropped under his throne, the body writhing and trying to get muffled screams to be heard. 

“My king, the water nymphs made a peace offering. She was dropped off in front of the castle entrance.” 

Bakugou’s rich red eyes calculatedly glanced down, breath hitching for a second at the beauty of the roped female—a water nymph. An offering to him. His eyes made contact with yours, seeing the clear defiance and disdain in them, but he knows this look, behind made walls of resistance and will of steel is a petrified woman afraid of her fate. How unfortunate for you. Your eyes were wide and glassy, cute in their attempt at conveying anger, brows furrowed in a glare that merely made Bakugou smirk in amusement. Your mouth, even with the rope muffling every sound you made, clearly showcased a pair of sweet and kissable lips. 

The nymphs who sacrificed you did you no favour as well, for they left you scantily dressed, leaving you exposed to the hungry eyes of dragons around you, irking Bakugou slightly that others are looking at his prize. 

He left his throne, languidly walking up to you before crouching down to inspect you, to see what’s so special about you. The water nymphs never usually offered one of their own in their attempt at maintaining neutral peace. This ritual which they adopted since ancient times became nothing more than a nicety, they usually offered rare fish, nuts, never a full-fledged nymph, and an attractive one at that. Perhaps the fact that Bakugou, the most renowned dragon shifter finally claimed the throne made them feel unsettled. For his savage and bloodthirsty need to be the absolute best was second to none. 

His calloused palms took a hold of your face, ignoring your attempts at deflecting his hold as his massive palm dwarfed your face and made it plenty clear he can easily crush you. He inspected your face from different angles, seeing nothing extraordinary. He took this opportunity to feel up your soft skin which had been tempting him ever since he noticed you laying helplessly on the floor. He then confirmed the validity of the rumours that claimed water nymphs had skin supple and silky as water. It felt like he was running his finger across the surface of a ripple, a mere dip of his finger could breach the surface. 

Heh, you’re kinda pretty. So very different from draconian women, who had thick builds paired with excellent survival skills and shifting abilities, but you...he bets it was so easy to overpower you and wrap you up nicely for him to unpack his gift. 

He lifts you, his muscles bulging and tensing, proving that carrying you was not a struggle to him in the slightest. 

He ignores your useless thrashing, kicking and resisting like a wild bird held in a tyrant's hand. Its wings contained and nails not doing any damage, freedom seeming further and further away. He walks with you on his shoulders, his massive, hulking shoulders. 

Soon enough, the rowdy chatter of the men becomes scarce, and their figures even more so, making you double your efforts in trying to escape the tyrant lumping you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. 

“Tsk, keep bein’ a brat and I’ll have to tie your shitty hands.” He turned his head to look at you as he said this, cementing his statement with a fiery glare that only infuriated you further. 

He ignored any protest you made after that, walking with you and entering a wing that looked to be heaven-sent from the sheer luxury, gold highlights emphasized in every corner, treasures and artefacts littered around the corridor in a painfully tidy and organised to the very centimetre, clearly they got shined twice a day. However, the further he ventured, the more the previous shine lost its glory, it appeared clean, however, the stark contrast to the speckless shine from before was clear. 

Bakugou stopped in front of the grandest door, he twisted the golden doorknob, finally appreciating your quietness. You couldn’t help it, you weren’t particularly rich back home, so to see this reincarnation of decadence really has your eyes glassing, bright in some semblance of joy, you forgot your situation for a second. 

You were rudely reminded when you were dumped down on a hard surface. 

“OUCH, YOU ASSHOLE.” 

When you looked down, however, every profanity disappeared from your tongue as it twisted in awe. You were thrown on a pile of fucking treasure. A huge, mountainous pile of glittering gold and brandished silver, rubies, and every single gem one could imagine. 

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, scowling at how much he liked the view of you on top of his hoard. He smirked, feeling prideful and accomplished until he noticed that the walls of fury and fire you built up ever since he saw broke in the worst way possible. Your face was scrunched, it felt like your cheeks were lit aflame in humiliation as tears streaked down your adorable face.

Bakugou felt like the biggest douchebag to walk the earth. 

You brought your knees closer and hid your face behind them, body shaking as you sobbed. Your tribe sent you as a peace offering, not caring for the slightest about your well being and fate, and now you're stuck here with a brute of a king who has no qualms with treating you like a glorified piece of jewellery. You didn’t want him to see this side of you this soon, you didn’t want him to see how petrified you are, how weak and defenceless you are compared to him. You wanted to rivers of anguish gushing from your eyes to stop, but they wouldn’t. 

“Hey…” he tried to console you. It was a poor attempt from an unpractised dragon. 

You tried to speak, navigate around that lump in your throat to shout at him, tell him to leave you alone, but your voice failed you just like everything tends to. 

You felt him clumsily try to lift your head in a gesture that fell between a forceful demand and a soothing touch. What is up with him now? 

You relented and showed him your puffy eyes, glistening eyes, looking at him with trembling lips.

“Tch, stop crying! You—you’ll get snot and tears all over my hoard.” 

It was the wrong thing to say, because a fresh batch of tears came, staining the apples of your cheeks. 

“Fuck—no. I didn’t mean that.”  Your sniffling was reduced to mere hiccups, break down halting at the sight of the most feared man on the earth, the legendary dragon king bakugou, most hardened warrior and skilled shifter, attempting to apologise. 

“Shit—I wouldn’t have to be so rough if I knew it bothered you this much.” He pouted, cheeks turning a shade of red that seems almost adorable, turning away from you to scowl at the floor. 

Fuck, his mother taught him better, yet the sight of you made him forget any semblance of manners, eager to get his hands on you and away from the prying eyes of people to who you didn’t belong. 

An innate sense of possessiveness engulfed him, one that can only be appeased with you sitting on the one place most intimate and guarded by him: his hoard. 

But, he’ll tone it down until he gets you more pliant and accepting. 

“Stay where you are.” He simply commanded before walking off. 

You stayed there, mind urging you to run away, a foolish choice your pride keeps urging you to make. Runaway, in a castle heavily guarded, without having the slightest clue how to get to the exit. 

Yeah, bad idea. You’re sure you aren’t welcome back ‘home’ anyway. The thought feels like a sharp dagger slicing your heart, taking its time carving the pain into you. 

Soon enough, Bakugou is back, trying to tone down his intimidating aura, but to no avail, for he noticed you shrinking at the sight of his hulking figure. It stung him a little, making his frown a little tighter. 

“Come with me,” he said curtly, then walked swiftly out, his cape swishing behind him,  making you scramble to follow him, struggling to keep up with his fast steps, frustration slowly rising like bile up your throat and making it harder to stay silent and compliant. 

He took you out of the castle, ignoring the curious looks to the best of his ability, but before he could step a foot outside the gate, he grits his teeth in anger and took off his cape. He bundled you in it and lifted you, once again, like a sack of potatoes. But you were too busy feeling like you were lit on fire as you realised that you were walking around in the outfit you were donned in or lack thereof. You buried your face in the fabric, unintentionally making a sound that’s caught between a groan and a whimper. 

He walked behind the castle, climbing places with you on his back until he got to where he needed to be

When you arrived, however, you are almost glad you didn’t voice your woos. The sight before you was breathtaking, so much so that your previous plights evaporated even if for a minute. 

The scenery was breathtaking, it was a cave, and in the corner, if it was a treasure pile, except merely saying it's a pile was an understatement as it was a mountain in its own right. The hoard you saw back at the castle was incomparable. But that’s not what truly captured you. As he led you further in, you realised the true purpose of this journey. 

There was a medium-sized pool, wide enough to fit comfortably in the cave without hogging up all the space, but deep enough that even Bakugou with his stature could enjoy a swim in it. It was clear too, so clear you felt like you could dip your leg in it and see through your very own flesh, that it would make your skin translucent. It was a shade of blue one could only dream of seeing, and after doing so would live their life content. 

Perhaps you were biased, seeing that it’s in your very nature as a water nymph to be needing close contact with water, and to be enamoured with it. 

All rationale left you though, needing for the water to cleanse you of all your stress and pain, and so bakugou’s cape slipped off your shoulders and hit the floor, your figure leaving it behind as you approached the water and slipped inside. You felt a rush of dopamine override all the negativity inside of you, feeling the water hug you, surround you, shield you. 

“So it's true, huh?” 

You almost forgot he was here, but Bakugou didn’t forget about you, not even for a second. He was watching you, fascination swirling in his pupils as your expression melted to one of near happiness, heart lurching with every cute expression you made, that *he* caused. 

“What is?” You replied, turning in the water to face him. 

“That water nymphs live such carefree lives because they spend them inside ponds and lakes.” 

You scrunch your nose at that, unable to fathom the exact meaning of his words but having an idea. “We don’t live carefree lives. Not all are given that luxury, at least not me.” You said, giving him a once over with a glare to signify that he’s the problem. He’s the root cause of your misery, Bakugou doesn’t know how to feel about that. It’s quite unfortunate really. 

He shrugs his shoulders and reverts to his default face, feigning nonchalance. 

“Well, it doesn’t seem like much goes on in your ditzy head.” 

You felt your face warm, could very well hear the aggressive thrumming of your blood as you gritted your teeth in anger. And you were about to unleash the full force of your fury until you heard wings flapping outside. 

You turned your head, trying to take a glance at the disturbance, but your view was shielded by Bakugou, who moved unnaturally fast for someone who made it clear how nothing phases him. And not fast enough for you to think it’s a real threat. 

He came back moments later with an attire you regretfully recognized. 

No, scratch that, he brought several. Pale, light flowy dresses that are often worn by your people. Light enough that they wouldn’t mind an occasional soak in water. 

Your anger dissipated, melting into confusion, then quickly becoming embarrassment as you realised you were comfortably standing in front of him in your underwear. 

You should feel happy, but bile rose up your throat, the taste of humiliation clear on your tongue as you realised with distaste that he was indeed right, you did live carefreely. You also realised you won’t be able to live like that ever again, and that very realisation brought tears to your eyes once again. 

“Tch, just take one and wear it. I don’t need you crying again.” 

Your face fell, and Bakugou felt his heart twinge a little when you responded with silence, looking at your sad face made him feel oddly protective. It’s probably because you were his treasure. Like his hoard right? He always needs his treasure to be kept in optimum conditions. 

Having justified that to himself, he didn’t feel as weird now regarding what he was about to do. 

While you changed into one of the outfits he got you, he dug through his hoard, knowing exactly what item he wanted to dig out. His fingers slithered through countless gold pieces, shining enough to cure a greedy man’s blindness. He finally found it, a delicate golden chain, but what demands attention is the ruby hanging from it. He brings a thumb to it, rubbing the rock appreciatively, liking the semblance of the colour to his eyes. 

You coughed, signaling you you were done, snapping away his wondrous gaze from the necklace. 

You looked really pretty in the dress, he’s got to thank Kiri for the speed run to the shops that he did. The light material hugs your skin, looking stretchy, yet form fitting that it hugged your body in a way that made Bakugou jealous. 

You looked in your element now, but somehow the awkwardness still lingered in the air as you avoided his gaze.  

Bakugo didn’t try to be subtle when checking you out, in his eyes, you were *his* whether or not that’s what he chose so he can at least check what he has right? 

Bakugou didn’t pay heed to the slow spiral of his morals, of the things he worked so hard to uphold. His justifications were slowly manifesting into delusions. 

He approached you, ignoring the way you tensed when he went behind you, turning around to question him, but he was quickly done. Your eyes caught the glistening red ruby hanging from your neck, the colour rich and deep like red wine. You didn’t hate it, but confusion swirled in your veins at his actions. 

“Looks good on you.” The colour looks like my eyes, it reminds me that you’re mine. 

Bakugo wasn’t sure why he held off on telling you what’s on his mind, he usually doesn’t hesitate once to tell the truth. 

Your wide, glittery eyes stared up at him, trying but failing to hide their awe. The anger and resentment took a backseat to intrigue, so did he pick this out for you because he thought it would look nice on you? How strange of him. 

He lifted a calloused finger up, face now cleared and relaxed that he looked pretty, not intimidating, not barbaric, but pretty. He caressed your cheek, smiling slightly when he felt how warm it was. It slipped off his face all too soon when he took the reins back. He squished your cheek, lips once again taking the shape of a sadistic smile. 

“You look dumb” 

Your features hardened, gaze narrowed in anger and hatred that it made Bakugou surprised. Surprised by how much he hated it, or by the sheer intensity? He didn’t have much time to dwell on his thoughts though, because a dainty hand flew his way and slapped his hand away. 

“You-“ you nearly growled in anger, tears once again coating your eyes because of him. “You rude, barbaric, selfish, egoistical “jerk!” You shouted at him. Why were you this angry? 

“Just when I think you might be a decent person.” You rub furiously at your eyes, shoulders slouched in disappointment as you disappeared deeper into the cave and out of his sight. You were always so naive and easy to fool. 

Bakugou felt the full weight of your words weighing down on him, but he tried to shrug it off. He walked out, silently brooding with his thoughts until a servant came and delivered dinner. 

He stood up, walking to you with tje food in his arms, hoping he could butter you up with it. He found you in the deepest part of the cave, face hidden behind your knees, unmoving. 

You were sleeping. 

He set the food down, bending down to try and confirm his observation, only for a remorse to hit him like a truckload after he saw the semi dried tear tracks. He didn’t have to be that mean to you. Maybe his dragon subjects can handle it because they have thicker skin, naturally, and they’re used to him. But you were just thrust into his life today and he’d been laying it thick on you. He’s coming to terms with his attraction to you and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

He nudged your shoulder, not wanting to test his voice right now, afraid it might be too gentle. 

You stirred awake, your face relaxed and serene as you blinked blearily. 

“Hm?” You rubbed your eyes, looking at your surroundings with confusion. Your eyes were red. 

He wondered how much you cried. 

He mumbled something unintelligible, you turned your gaze to him, the sleepiness now almost all gone. 

“What? I can’t hear you.” Your tone was sharp and cutting, and your gaze, now devoid of all confusion, was similarly icy. 

“‘didn’t mean to make ya’ cry.” You nearly believed him, nearly. 

“What’s this? Another act to make me lower my guard? Well you don’t need to, I’m at your mercy. You can skip the pleasantries and just laugh at how pathetic I am.” 

He stared at the floor, well, *glared*. 

“You’re not pathetic.” He simply said, glaring at you in a way that dared you to challenge him”-and I’m not going to laugh at you.” 

He could speculate about his feelings all day, drown in this euphoria of infatuation, hate you for making him weak but one thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to hate him. He wants your eyes to look at him in wonder again, to admire him and fill him with endless pride, to maybe smile at him, he hasn’t seen you smile yet but he bets it’ll be gorgeous. 

It’s only because he wants his treasure to be in optimum condition, nothing more, nothing less. 

“Then why do you go out of your way to demean me?” You questioned accusingly. 

“I don’t, that’s just how I am, you’re going to have to accept it because you’re not going anywhere.” Dread filled you, knowing your days would be filled with humiliation, mocking words echoing in your head like an endless loop. 

You stayed silent, accepting your fate because what else could you do? At least you got your greatest companion to keep away the loneliness; water. He once again waited for a response that never came, and he stood up with a sigh, stretching his limbs. 

“Just eat your food. I guarantee you’ll like it.”

He said, hanging his cape around him once again, reminding you just who he is, making it flutter behind him as he left you all alone. 

He was back early the next day, he found you asleep inside the pool, your head resting on your folded hands on the ledge. The sight had his worry spike so much that a vein was visible on his forehead. He woke you up and scolded you. 

And then he proceeds to lay food in front of you, climbing up to sit on top of his hoard to watch you while you eat, not minding the fact that his gaze was sealed on you for minutes, nor the fact that at some point you scolded him for making you uncomfortable. 

You didn’t like the glint in his eyes. 

In the afternoon he was back with blankets, pillows and other gifts, hoping to sooth the raging waves of your ire. Trying to convince you that he isn’t that bad. 

After a while, his daily visits, gifts…reluctant kindness was all you knew. You were starting to let the memories of your home slip, you were accepting the fact that the previous bonds you forged were inevitably breaking. You were accepting the fact that you’re now stuck in a cave as glorified treasure. 

And it showed, the sadness on your face would linger, numbness in your tone. Even the water was suffocating. 

“CAN YOU STOP ACTING SOULLESS?” And Bakugou eventually couldn’t take it anymore. 

You turned to him, no longer was there a fire raging in your eyes. He’s losing the girl he met in his throne room on a fateful day. He no longer cares whether he has to bare his raw feelings to you, the intimidate, gushy, soft, mushy feelings he feels every time he sees you. He wants to hold you everyday, not like you’re an exotic treasure, *but his* treasure. He wants you have his hatchlings with you, and he wants to see you smile at him. 

“Why should I?” You replied with dullness, not particularly moved. 

“Because…” he looked constipated, his lips clamped together while his cheeks were dusted a cherry red. 

“Because?” You didn’t get it. You’re just like a piece of jewelry right? Why does it matter if you become quiet and compliant? 

“Because I love you.” He said softly, too softly for someone who looks as rugged and rough as him. Now that broke your composure. Your eyes widened, surprise painting your features as the dragon king Bakugou Katsuki just confessed to you. The greatest soldier in the land, the most terrifying shifter. 

He cupped your cheeks, softly stroking the skin, appreciating the soft texture against his scarred hand. His face was so red, even his ears but he was smiling. He was smiling so hard that you wondered whether this was the same person. “I love you, I want you to be happy.” He said, now louder, prouder and more confident in his honeyed words. 

You slapped his hand away. 

“I don’t believe you.” You cruelly stomped on his confession, making his smile fall. 

“But why? Have I not treated you well? I’ve never cared about someone as much as you” 

“Prove you love me.” You challenged, staring him in the eye before adding. 

“I’m pretty sure you can’t though.” 

You turned around and walked away from him, but he decided that wasn’t the end of the conversation and he grabbed your wrist. 

“How?!” Frustration was evident in his voice, but so was desperation. He was genuine about wanting to prove his love to you, what would people think if they saw the great dragon king behaving like this over a woman? 

You ripped yourself from his hold and spat “figure it out.” 

He came back at the dead of night, grunting, laughing and calling your name. You stirred from slumber, eyes fluttering open and peaking out from the blanket you cocooned yourself in. Yoy felt a hand brushing the hair away from your face, lips pressing to your forehead before the fog cleared away to reveal a bloodied Bakugou. 

You screamed, scrambling to move away from him, but he held you back, keeping your supine form in place. With his arms on either side of you, not only holding your arms in place but also supporting his weight above you as he stared down at you like some sort of predator. 

He laughed heartily, and if he wasn’t drenched in blood you’d find it kind of cute. 

“What? Ya’ scared of a little blood? That’s cute.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, asking shakily whose blood it is. 

His eyebrows rose, humming at your question before a cocky smirk took over. 

“You’ll see. This will show you for sure that I love your bratty ass.” He got off you, walking towards the entrance of the cave, dragging a lifeless figure with him before discarding it carelessly in front of you. 

It was the chief of water nymphs. Her old and withered frame looked pale and lifeless, yet brutal gashes littered her body.

“She was the one who sent you here, right?”  

You wordlessly nodded, eyes glued to the corpse in front of you. 

“I couldn’t set you free, ‘cuz I loved you, I won’t stand to have you around. But she hurt you a lot didn’t she? If she didn’t send you here as simply a peace offering, I would have found my way to you eventually and fell in love with you anyway. I don’t keep you because you’re another treasure on my hoard.” Despite the flaw in his justifications, his manic ramblings and his lovesick eyes, you weren’t repulsed, you weren’t mourning the death of the monster who sent you as a peace offering for objecting to her new rules. 

No. Maybe you’re as fucked up as he is, but in a moment of pettiness, you turned to him and smiled. 

You weren’t sure whether the redness on his cheeks were blood or a blush. But his eyes were looking at you like you were a miracle, a shining star, it’s like he had heart for eyes but who can blame him? Who can blame the wild thumping of his heart, that’s hammering against his ribcage like a woodpecker does to a tree? He finally got to see you smile. 

“Do you believe me now?” He said, leaning closer to you, his eyes looking misty, glistening like the ruby on your neck. 

“I do, Katsuki.” You replied, letting your eyes hold his own as you also moved closer to him, cupping his cheek, hand tangling in his surprisingly soft hair. 

He was mesmerised, breath lost at your soft touch. The only physical contact he’s had before was when he was out in the field slaughtering enemies, hurting, grabbing. Not being caressed, because that’s soft and he’s never done soft until he met you. 

You pecked him softly, lovingly. But you soon moved towards his ear, whispering carelessly. 

“You know this could cause war with the forest creatures, right? You broke a centuries long treaty.” 

He growled, giving you a bloodied grin. “Whatever those shitty extras throw at me, I can handle it. They wouldn’t pick a fight with me if they are smart.” 

You squeezed his bicep, marvelling at how hard it was, he’s not infamous for nothing. 

Is that all it takes to win you over? 

You looked down at the chief, or ex-chief. You could still remember her cold, cruel grin as she saddled you up, to make an example out of you. No one questions her rule, no one has the right to, even if she endangers them, even if she takes the land that they always freely enjoyed. 

Yeah, maybe that’s enough, you believed him. Or maybe you’re picking your own poison. 

[sammygvfslut]

i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

tagging these lovely folks bc they helped inspired me and their work is amazing <3 @godlygreta​ / @flowervanfleet​ / @dharma-divine​

[rayshippouuchiha]

I'm unashamed to admit that I adore fics where Dumbledore is paying Ron and Hermione to be Harry's friends, from Harry's own vaults no less.

With Ron, he's always been incredibly jealous of his best friends fame and money despite regular reminders that Harry would give it all up in a heartbeat for family. Sure he grew up poor, but so did his siblings and none of them, bar maybe Percy, had a similar attitude. And sure, he's the youngest of the boys, so any achievements would be overshadowed by his brothers doing it first (though this, to me, is more a reflection of Molly's bad parenting than anything else) but none of his brothers ever confronted Mouldyshorts in first year through a wicked game of chess. None of them had his chess skills. Ron is also ready to drop Harry like a sack of shit at any given moment, only to change his mind when it suits him.

And Harry, despite his temper, is an abused child who never had a friend before Ron, and never had an example of what a good friend should be. Damn you Dumblefuck. Why should Ron be his friend unless there were untold riches and glory in it for him? Half of their shenanigans were a setup that Ron, with his tactical mind, couldn't have missed. Heck, he accepted a Wizard's Duel for Harry, knowing full well Harry had no fucking clue what it was.

And it was Hermione's inability to let things go that had them going after Dumbles clues to the stone in first year. Harry may have picked up on a few inconsistencies, of course he did, but he wanted to stay out of whatever bullshit was going on in that school every year. Hermione's thirst to know everything is what had them investigate until she had him trained to do so. Her absolute trust in authority figures and books made her a perfect pawn for Dumbles to spy on him. She went behind his back to teachers about the broom, when Harry probably would have taken it to them to be checked himself.

And she's the brightest witch of her age (bullshit), so why the fuck were her best friends grades so low when she helped them with their homework? Can't remember if it's canon or fanon, but didn't Harry have to lower his grades below Dudley's, lest his relatives pitch a fit? Either Harry didn't want to upset her by getting better grades (which absolutely would have had her go apeshit) or she was purposely giving them false info on their homework, Dumbles orders or not.

Not to mention, how the fuck had she been practicing spells ever since she got her letter before first year? Regardless of whether the trace had been applied when she bought the wand, or her first trip on the express or whatever, the ministry would have noticed magic being performed in a muggle house hold regularly. Unless Dumbles covered it up. The spell to repair glasses couldn't have been a first year spell, nor could she have mastered it on her first try. There's no fucking way she didn't have access to a stupid amount of books she shouldn't have.

And the Potters were an old family, they had to have had a massive library, so where was it? Sure Potter Manor may have been destroyed, but they would have been stupid to not place the undoubtedly rare and/or family exclusive tomes in Gringotts during a fucking war. Harry never had access to any of his families wealth bar his trust vault, only a small amount of the supposedly huge Potter fortune and no heirlooms. I wonder why.

Despite what fanon says about James spending almost the entire fortune on the war, I can't believe such an intelligent bloke would do that, being SO proud of his family's legacy.

I wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to have filched the books when he nicked the cloak. Cause no way did James give to the goat for safe keeping. Sirius or Remus, absofuckinglutely, but not Dumbledore. It's known that the cloak was special, a family secret passed down to the heir once they turned eleven. It's Death's own cloak, no fucking way would he entrust it to Dumbledore. Nuh uh.

We know the old goat was raising Harry to die because of the horcrux, he admitted it himself that he believed Harry must die for Voldie to become mortal. No one leaves a child with a family known to fear and despise magic thinking they'd have a happy, normal childhood. Of course once Harry died, Dumbledore could step in, defeat Tom, cement his fame and Ron and Hermione would be immortalized as the best friends of the boy who lived. They'd be set for life.

It all fucking stinks. Which is why I love those fics, the ones I read always fix it.

Oh yeah I can love a good wild fic like that.

[shoutogepi]

His Reaction When His S/O Reveals They Have a Breeding Kink

with Hawks & Todoroki Shouto

genre : [ ✘ (NSFW!) ]  

hc prompt : how would he react when you reveal you have a breeding kink?

author’s note : so this is uhhhhhhh nasty but y’all asked for it (not that i hated writing it or anything heheheeee)

Hawks

honestly you’ve been waiting for a long time to tell him about your dirty little secret. it feels shameful to have such a weird kink, something that gets you dripping wet when you think about it. and you certainly have thought about it, many a time before when he’s thrusting into you. you’ll close your eyes, imagining him whispering those nasty words to you, instantly making you clench onto him— and he has absolutely no clue that your mind is racing with such sin.

it’s taken, well, an embarrassing amount of time for you to finally sack up and just tell him, and now that you’re here underneath him, your heart is racing in your chest. before he’d gotten home you’d been so confident that today is the day you’ll tell him, but now that he’s sucking his mark onto your throat, his rough and nimble fingers slipping underneath the hem of your panties to tug them down your thighs, your voice is silent.

when you finally manage to squeak out his name, hawks stops his assault on your neck and leans back to look at you. the tone of your voice immediately alerts him that you’re uncomfortable, and it startles him into moving his hands from your thighs to rest gently on your hips, those gold eyes peering into yours. “what’s wrong, feather?” he asks, the usual playful tone absent as his thumbs stroke across your skin. “not in the mood?”

you shake your head and look away, heat rising to your cheeks as the moment of truth approaches much sooner than you’re ready for. “i am, i just… i wanna tell you something,” you say, eyes trailing back to lock with his. “and if you don’t, i mean— it’s kind of, uh, weird— so if you’re not comfortable with it, please just forget i ever said anything in the first place, and we’ll just continue like normal, okay?”

hawks is looking at you thoughtfully, and he takes you by surprise when he presses a chaste kiss to your warm cheek.

“well, ‘yanno you’re dating a birdman, so i'm used to weird... but alright, go ahead, dove.” this man never fails to make you smile, even if this time it’s less than half-hearted, the blood rushing in your ears.

after a very uncomfortable pause, you finally say it.

“i kind of have an, um… breeding kink.”

you’re not looking at him but hawks’ eyes are the size of dinner plates. he’s absolutely floored that his sweet little bird indulges in such nasty thoughts— that something so intimate and rather, well, primal could possibly make you squirm.

you take his shocked silence as a rejection, just wanting for this embarrassing confession to be done with, and forgotten. your hands cover your face in mortification, hiding your skin so you can’t feel his judgement “oh god, we can just— please just forget I even—“

his hands grab your wrists, secure enough to pull them away from your face, but gentle enough not to shake your mess of emotions further. a sentiment unlike any you’ve seen before fills his half-lidded eyes, which hold your gaze almost magnetically.

“don’t be so mean, birdie. you’re gonna take it back before we even get to try it out?”

your flushed back hits the cool sheets as he pushes you down, crawling up your body so he hovers above you. it’s your turn to look at him with wide eyes, and that cocky grin is on his lips once more.

“want me to put a baby in you, dove? god, that’s fuckin’ sexy,” he groans, hand dancing along your jaw and dipping his thumb between your lips for you to suck on. his knee slips between your legs, pressing against your pussy so he can feel you twitch in anticipation.

red feathers shiver behind him, the only visible sign you can see that conveys how truly excited he is by the premise of breeding you. well, that and the raging erection he presses into your naked hip, his thin pair of briefs doing their best to hold back his throbbing cock.

“gonna fill you so good, feather, you’re gonna look so good all round with my kid— fuck,” he groans, ripping off his underwear and lining up his swollen tip with your slit. he’s achingly hard and a trail of precum dribbles down his length, another sign of how into this he must be.

he moans as he slips into you, and your back arches as his hips bump yours, his cock nestling all the way inside your ready core. he starts off slow and passionate, taking your leg and slinging it over his shoulder to reach even deeper.

he will not stop his impassioned assault until you’re begging for more— for him to fuck you harder, rougher, faster. and hawks is definitely a tease in bed, so he’s gonna be pretty playful, even while he’s humoring your kink.

“yeah, dove? you want me to fuck you faster? need ‘ta feel these balls fulla my kids slap your pretty pussy?”

“take it, feather— take this cock and show me how bad you wanna carry my kids. fuck yeah, louder— wanna hear you sing for me.”

“god, you’re fuckin’ soaked. y’like hearing me talk about knockin’ you up? y’like it when i tell you i’m gonna make you my mama bird?”

hawks wants to fuck you as deep as he can, so when he cums his seed covers your womb as much as possible. he knows you love it, and it drives him crazy when your pussy clenches onto him as he’s climaxing— like you’re desperate to milk him dry and take every drop of his load, so your body can become swollen with his kids. knowing that only makes him orgasm harder, and maybe he even shoots out a few extra ropes of release because of it.

he will certainly incorporate this new kinky knowledge into your regular sexual routine, and you can safely bet that he will also use it to his very satiating advantage when he’s dealing with his ruts.

GOD when he’s in a rut, this birdman will take you to the next level. his hormones are already screaming at him to mark and claim and fill you, and that extra awareness that you want the same thing just feeds it even more. pray for your pussy during these times. and thank god he has the salary he does, because you’re gonna have to keep buying new sheets, again and again.

hawks will never make you feel judged for having such a kink, because he himself embraces it wholeheartedly. it makes his cock so hard knowing that the premise of him putting a kid in you makes you that wet. he will indulge you to the absolute fullest, and when he’s finished breeding you each session, you’re gonna be worshipped like the absolute queen he regards you as.

Shouto

so if you’re dating shouto be prepared for your friends to assume you like vanilla sex. it’s not that they don’t think he’s not physically capable of fucking you into next year (he’s a pro pero, like, have you seen his muscles?), it’s that shouto has always seemed more of a reserved, analytical kinda guy to most. but as his s/o, you’re exposed to the real shouto, the sassy, suave, and kinky motherfucker.

even if he is kinky, you’re still a bit hesitant to let him know about your breeding kink. the kink is, after all, not the most conventional, and it’s a bit of a… raw and crude kink, compared to others. and of course, you’ve never really revealed this part of yourself to any of your other lovers, because you hadn’t realized you even had the kink in the first place until you met shouto himself.

but the thing is, shouto is such a kind and understanding boyfriend, that you don’t feel too intimidated to keep the kink to yourself for long. actually, it kind of just slips out one night when he’s already balls-deep inside of you, taking you from behind as you’re bent over the kitchen sink.

his fingers are hooked in your hair, bending your spine to his will with his other hand firmly planted on your waist to keep you in place. he’s fucking you so roughly that your submissive nature is oozing out of every pore, your face probably twisted into the most lewd ahegao expression possible.

it’s clear that the reservations of your natural state are tossed out the window in front of you, and it’s not like shouto is holding anything back either with the way his hips are slapping into yours, groans tumbling from his lips.

at some point he’s shifting your leg up onto the ledge of the counter so he can drill his cock into that familiar sweet spot of yours, which coincidentally is located deep inside of you, close to your cervix and therefore your womb. the stars that dance along your vision cloud your brain, and you start babbling numbly as he finds the exact spot with precision.

“p-put a baby in me,” you whimper, pussy quivering to hug his intruding length, your legs nearly shaking at the intense stimulation.

shouto’s hips halt immediately as he sucks in a sharp breath, heterochromatic gaze connecting with yours in the window reflection. for a second he’s wondering if you mean you want to start a family with him, but after examining the carnal lust simmering in your eyes, he realizes what you’re truly asking of him.

and it turns him the fuck on.

“you wanna have my baby, hmm?” he growls and thrusts into you particularly hard, slamming into that sensitive spot and drawing a broken moan out of your breath-starved lungs. the hand on your waist travels to splay against your abdomen, long fingers pressing into your soft skin. “want me to fill you up,” thrust, “flood this pretty pussy with my seed,” thrust, “and make this perfect body swell with my child?”

you’re crying out as he starts pistoning into you, this time much harder and faster than before. he’s jabbing your g-spot with the head of his cock, the veins that decorate his thick length rubbing deliciously against your velvet walls. you can’t even form words, the premise of him knocking you up dominating your brain as you beg for more, for him to give you a baby.

your pleading is really getting him there, his cock aching to just stuff your pussy with his load already, but shouto wants something more. in no time he’s flipping you around, pushing your legs up so your calves rest against his broad shoulders. his hands gripping your waist, thumbs rubbing over your stomach as he eyes your flesh, he frantically pumps himself as deep as he can inside your heat. you can’t help but clench at the look on his face, his eyes fixed on your stomach as if he’s imagining what you’ll look like, belly round with his baby.

and oh my god, his dirty talk is absolutely sinful. he’s really finding enjoyment in exploring this new kink with you. 

“you’re gonna look so gorgeous carrying my baby, angel.”

“i promise i’m gonna give you load after load, ‘til you’re round and full and— shit, you really like that, huh?”

“you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right y/n? be a good girl and say ‘thank you sir’ when i give you this cum— fuck, come on, baby— say it.”

when you both finish (it doesn’t take very long after that), you kinda just laugh together, and even though you’re still a little embarrassed that you were the one to bring it up, shouto makes you feel safe and accepted, because he seems just as into it as you.

it’s safe to say, that isn’t the last time you two explore your breeding kink. after the pair of you have become more comfortable with the kink, shouto finds himself getting perhaps even more into it than you.

he’ll research what positions he can go the deepest in, and will not be afraid to bend you into them because he knows you love it when his cum seeps into you as deep as possible.

he buys you a plug to keep his cum inside of you— “you thought i was gonna stop after just one round? don’t make me laugh, baby, we’ve got another two gos at least until you’re full enough for me to use the plug.”

his mischievous ass will make you wear it out in public, dragging you out on a date or to grab lunch with his siblings. and you have to pretend that everything’s fine, that your pussy isn’t packed to the brim with his seed while you make small talk with his clueless sister.

when fuyumi asks if you enjoyed the meal, he’s quick to answer for you, his eyes meeting yours and glittering with something darker. “oh, y/n’s absolutely stuffed. isn’t that right, angel?”

you’re sure as hell getting dessert when you return home too.

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I DON'T KNOW HOW THE WRITING PROMPT MEME WORKS REALLY

but it's WAYYYY too CUTE to not do. Sooooo how about I toss ya some numbers! ^^

Hand holding: 12 and 10! 33,

Hugs: 2, 18, 27

Hope it isn't too much!!! ^^

Kim was emotionally fluctuating between feeling sorry for Tommy, and trying not to go into shock whenever she walked into a room and found her older, alternate universe, badass-self kissing an older, Coinless General Bulk. Watching them seemed more perfect than she might have dared hope for whatever fate was allotted to the Ranger Slayer. When they'd first dropped into their Command Center and explanations had been given, Alpha had allowed Bulk to lead his Kimberly to the medical bay, and Kim had followed after them in case they got lost. Bulk was incredibly good with the damaged woman that could probably beat him into the ground at any moment. Kimberly hadn't even huffed when he'd offered her a piggy-back ride and then insisted on bandaging up her hand that'd been cut open when she'd gone after Tommy and he'd had to defend himself with Saba. He'd sterilized the wound, wrapped it tight but not without sympathy and hadn't bothered untangling their fingers or letting go when they'd wandered back into the room Zordon occupied so they could all talk and argue and occupy themselves with searching the data banks for ways out and locating their other friends for hours. The kissing was on the extreme end of their affections, though. In the days that followed, Kim didn't see them lock lips as often, as they usually found themselves training or cooking or reading with just one hand, as the other one was invariably found more often holding onto the other; like two magnets that would always find themselves connected if given enough time.  It was, admittedly, adorable as anything she could have imagined, but still a surprise she couldn't help but balk at. Tommy underwent the same amount of shock with the random displays of affection that he often stumbled into with Kim, but he had more pressing issues: when he left to walk into a room with one of the Coinless universe alters, he always had to keep his movements to a minimum, hands far away from his pockets, and eyes to the ground. With the older Trini, Zack, and Bulk, it wasn't so bad; with the Omega Rangers out in space and their history with this smaller Tommy helping them before Drakkon shattered the Morphin Grid, they were more willing to acknowledge that the evil despot and the teen weren't the same. With those Coinless who had never been Rangers--Rocky and Aisha in leather and combat armor with battle scars, had looked very shocked when they'd met their younger selves in Ranger gear, Adam being given the oddest looks from the elders--it was much harder, because they hadn't even spoken to Tommy. And they'd all been dumped through a hole in space and time that the Eltarians and Zedd had caused when Zelya had gotten away from the moon, so everyone was still reeling--especially with them being separated into three groups around Angel Grove. Perhaps they'd make up their minds when the stragglers from Drakkon's universe arrived at the Command Center... * * "He's very strong, and very sure, but he's no Drakkon." "No offense, Skull, but how--" "Could I know that?" The spy--spy, spy, actual double agent who had to relay messages and blend into the background and not die a horrible painful death at the slightest misstep, how the fucking hell--smiled with benevolent pragmatism. Rocky nodded, mouth tightening into a line as Aisha stood her own ground in their questioning. They would have loved not to have come to such an awkward position with having to use Skull to calm down their worries, put them to bed, and smother them to death, but they couldn't find solace and reassurance in Zack and Trini's words and it didn't seem fair to keep putting the kids in defense positions just because they could calm the fuck down. Skull flicked his hand open and made a motion for Tommy to come closer to him, which he did with only a slight hesitation. He wasn't wearing his suit, but Skull had been the only person so far from the other dimension who hadn't looked at him and gone fully rigid, so he had a good sporting chance of not being injured here. When he was only a

step or two from walking directly into Skull, the man offered up his open palm, harmless and dangerous at the same time, and Tommy blinked, unsure and afraid, before deciding it was better to get everything that was going to happen one way or another out of the way. He lifted up his own hand and laid it flat in Skull's. There was dirt under his pointer finger and he only had a single twitch of a moment to be embarrassed before the much bigger fingers circled his wrist and wound around his knuckles, brought his hand upwards, as if he was little more than an infant fresh from a tub, or a sun warmed kitten.  Tommy felt a coil behind his belly bunch up all of his nerves at once when Skull's fingers slotted between his own in a possessive kind of way that sparked familiar-unfamiliar thoughts--those all fading away when the man kept their palms together and brought his head down, breathing out like a gust of a train through a mountain pass, and inhaling at Tommy's wrist. Nose tip to his skin raising all the goosebumps Tommy thought he even had. He's pretty sure his ponytail sparked at the end when he jerked a little back. Which swiftly brought him to absolute internal humiliation that showed across his face like a goddamn Muppet. Just because he'd seen that Skull let the Coinless drink his blood right from his finger and they all ate it in bread and stuff after he'd let a tube from his arm pour into the batter of whatever he made them, didn't necessarily mean the man would bite him. ...He hoped. Then, as if that hadn't been the weirdest thing, Skull lifted his head to grin at him, but didn't let go of his hand as the man addressed Rocky, Aisha, and all the other adults--and Tommy was too confused to ask him to let go, so... there was that, "He doesn't smell like he's rotting from the inside; like he needs to be wearing five layers of Axe Body Spray. And he isn't getting all put-upon and squirrely with me holding onto him. And, if you'll humor me a moment?" He was looking at Tommy directly at the last bit, but didn't let the teen answer before he found himself being wrapped in arms that had way more muscle than Skull had any right to have in any universe holy hell--and Tommy was suddenly in a bear hug, feet off the ground and spun around twice as much as he had ever been even at five years old; three times around and around, before he was planted on the couch like a sack of flour right next to Kim (his Kim, who looked utterly stunned and far too amused). The giggle that left his mouth when he smiled at her smiling at him should not have come into existence, and if he hadn't been red before, he was practically blazing as he brought his hands up to cover his mouth.  Skull's hand patted him on the head as he ducked his head as much as possible at the sounds of snickering and the other adults choking on their own reactions. He definitely felt like a kitten. "See? Totally harmless to us. Now let them take us to the Juice Bar and feed us; I'm hungry and Ernie's alive here to make me that banana-marshmallow smoothie I haven't had in over a decade." * "I...played the right politics." It would have been so fucking nice if Billy would stop asking Skull questions about the past and present the Coinless had to live through. He didn't mean to make the adults with faces he knew and worried over angry or tired, but Adam was getting very, very annoyed with how he always seemed to find the core root of things that made Skull look... All the emotion left Skull's face at that word, every single time. Politics, like a euphemism for something else entirely.  (And it was.) Adam remembered, because he was there when Zack and Trini, Aisha and Bulk, Rocky and the others weren't; inside the fortress Drakkon ran and imbibed in terrorizing whenever he got especially bored. The monster loved to play games with his sentries, with his prisoners, but rarely with his staff, because it took time and effort to train up new ones. But the sentries were his favorite, because they had to prove their loyalty each and every day. Some in

little ways, some in big ways. And Drakkon remembered Skull. Zack and Trini hoped he wouldn't, and Skull, when he was giving help and clues and time that he could to them, made it seem as if he never even crossed Drakkon's mind from being a punk that wore a spiked collar back in high school to becoming one of the higher-functioning members of the red sentries. Oh, being a spy made him so good at pretending nothing was wrong, how to be cool under pressure, how to avoid danger on all sides with one way out or none at all; how to think ahead, think like his opponent, pull facts and plans out of instinct and thin air (because what other choice was there, after all). That was why he was the best; probably why, too, he was revived from death by the universe and multiverse reshaping itself with the Grid's renewal. Politics translated so well to Games in Drakkon's palace. (It was amazing how often the horrible bastard made the sentries fight or fuck each other in his presence; the threat of his being displeased getting them through most of the time, and out the door when he was finished with himself to go vomit or find a shower or smoke so many cigarettes. As far as Adam knew, Skull was one of the very rare few who were made to fight or pleasure Drakkon himself. Skull and Adam and one yellow sentry that died before Kim returned to their world. If Kim was ever made to do as they were, she didn't tell or didn't remember, and Adam was thankful for that. And thankful for Skull. When he fought other sentries, he injured with care to avoid it being permanent or knocked out the other in a show of force that Drakkon appreciated that didn't lead to brain damage but made a good show. When he was made to fuck the others, he carried necessary aids to protect them from hating themselves or leaving much of a trace behind--condoms made from animal skin by Finster-5 he bribed out of the little freak; lubricant so there wouldn't be blood or bruising; an aptitude for pleasing other people as thoroughly and as quickly as he could while being on top and leading them through it with hands calloused but still soft. When he had to use his mouth on Drakkon or submit to the tyrant--often in front of others and while being degraded with his real name being used like words from a djinn or an immortal snake--he did so efficiently and made it seem as though he wasn't being forced at all.  Adam hated Drakkon more than anyone those times he had to be there and watched Skull pull his armor back on and resume his place in line among the other sentries like nothing had happened. He hadn't known him before the world came crashing down, but before he'd traded his loyalty for the hope that his family might survive--what a stupid hope that had been--he'd heard that the man had cried over Billy Cranston's gave for a week after his death and been good.) But this small, wide-eyed Billy Crantson, alive and well and looking at Skull with so much awe and respect that Adam could spot it from a mile away if he was goddamn blind, didn't need to hear that. Did not need the thought in his head like a rotting wound festering with so many white little maggots. So Adam continued sipping his coffee (pumpkin spice; which was so fucking good after years of straight, bitter instant black) and remained in his usual place beside Skull in the daytime, watching him go through the motions in this time out of joint from their own. Gladder still to be in the Juice Bar, watching the teens enjoy themselves, play at their video games, ramble on about tests they had to take in school; watch the Coinless eat their food and drink their smoothies, enjoy watching their young reflections practice gymnastics or martial arts. When Billy excused himself to talk to the Stone Canyon Trio about some notes they'd asked for from Ms. Appleby's class, eyes still sparkling with information given and listening to Skull like he would have listened to him even if he knew everything out of his mouth could have been a lie; nobody saw Adam wrap an arm around Skull's waist and squeeze

him from the side. It was just as well.

[absurdthirst]

Hi there!! First, I wanted to say that I feel so bad that that person was attacking you for the choking thing, they had no right to do that. Secondly, I was wondering if you could possibly do headcannons of the boys and Tiktok, specifically the “I kiss my best friend and see how to goes challenge” if you’re not familiar with that, than you can totally just do tiktok in general, or a mix of both! much love!!💕

“Kiss My Best Friend” Tik Tok Challenge:

Javier: Tik Tok isn’t a think, so it wouldn’t be anything more than Connie convincing you to sack up and tell Javi how you feel about him. Since Javi is a man who communicates best through physicality, you figured it would be easier to just show him how you felt. When you press your lips to his, you can feel his surprise. He pulls away and his eyes shift away guiltily. Even as your heart plummeted into the dirt, you had to admit to yourself that it was a long shot anyway. 

Ezra: Tik Tok is a long forgotten thing of the past. But you had been talking yourself up to show Ezra that you thought of him as more than your friend. More than you partner on digs. You wanted him as your partner is all things. Of course it has to wait until you are back in your tents and the suits are removed. But you find him working on his damn air filter again, his brow furrowed in concentration as he mutters a few curses under his breath. This was your chance. Leaning in, you catch his attention and swoop in, your lips meeting his. He takes immediate advantage, dropping whatever tool is in his hand and pulling you closer to him. When the kiss is finally broken, he grins at you silently. You’ve managed to render this man mute for a moment, a very challenging thing to do. But as he’s pulling you back in for another kiss, you don’t think he minds.

Mando: You don’t. Because you know, the helmet thing. However you do kiss his helmet. And boy does this man freeze as he tries to compute just what the hell you did. It’s going to take him awhile. Anyone who has ever shown an interest in him has always complained about the helmet and his inability to remove it. But you just.....kissed it and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. Well, he does, but you won’t find that out until well into the sleep cycle, when he makes his way through the darkness into your bunk. Sans helmet. Because now he wants to know what a real kiss from you would feel like. 

Catfish: See here

Tovar: There is no running water, let alone Tik Tok. It’s more of a drunken challenge, encourage by that idiot William. Tovar was buying the next round of drinks, of course annoyed by the fact, when the Irishman had bet you his take of your next job that you would not sit yourself in the Spaniard’s lap and kiss him. Well, challenge fucking accepted buddy. There was only a thirty-five percent chance Pero would pull a knife on you. Which is about thirty percent less than when you wake him up every morning. So when he sits back down, sliding the mugs of ale to each of you, you make your move. Sliding into his lap, you feel him tense underneath you, a low growl of surprise rumbling in his chest. When  you lean forward, he surprises you by covering your mouth with his own harshly, groaning when you open your mouth to squeak out your surprise, his tongue thrusting inside to map your mouth. William is laughing like an asshole, but neither one of you are paying attention. He only breaks the kiss to stare at you hotly for a minute. Then he is pushing up out of the chair to drag you back to his room for the night, your ales left abandoned on the table. William may or may not have challenged you to do it, knowing how the Spaniard would react so that he could have more drink for himself. 

Whiskey: He has absolutely no clue what Tik Tok is. So this one is easy to pull over on this cowboy. Sometimes you marvel how a damn secret intelligence agent can be so clueless about technology, but today is it is working to your advantage. The entirety of the Statesmen facility is under surveillance so you don’t even have to have someone record it. Although Tequila volunteers just so he can rib Whiskey. Nerves making your palms sweaty,  you barge into Jack’s office, just like you would any other day, the other cowboy behind you with your phone. You have a cup of coffee in your hand, delivering it just like you normally would. His eyebrows raise up in confusion as he sees the grin on Tequila’s face, but he ignores it. He routinely acts like an idiot. When you set it down, you lean in and press your lips to his. That makes him stand up quickly. Your eyes widen as you wonder if you seriously miscalculated. Nope, this man is just standing up so he can kiss you properly, doing the entire bending your backwards like you are in a romantic movie. He only stops to glare at Tequila when the younger agent starts making gagging noises. 

Max Phillips: He’s not surprised. He heard you whisper out the plans in the break room. And he’s know forever that you were attracted to him. He loves the pheromones you give off when he crowds you, and the way that heart beats faster. But he’ll go along with this if it means he gets permission to kiss you. Because once you cross that bridge, he’s not letting you go back. You can consider yourself his. 

Marcus: He is floored. Absolutely frozen for a moment when you come up out of the blue and press your lips to his. He would be lying to himself if he hadn’t thought about kissing you before. Thought about asking you out. But he had never risked it, being a little gun shy after that debacle with Teresa. Especially since he considers you one of his best friends. But quickly he comes to his senses and is kissing you back. If you are kissing him, that means that you have some inkling that you like the idea of the two of you like that. So he’s going to use this opportunity to his advantage. After you break the kiss, he’ll see if you want to maybe go on a date and hopefully kiss a bit more. 

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Broken Promises, Part 9

Tricked into making the move to Korea for your career, and trapped in a contract with a less-than reputable company, you are trying to get through the year as best you can.  You have been hating everything about SK and the people you've had to deal with, until, in a flurry of drama, your whole world changes. New people, new experiences, and new love.  You don't date, as a rule. And you especially don't date at work. But, your rules broke themselves when Park Jimin appeared, full of the promise of love and happiness, that he can't seem to keep.  You had often wondered why you had been led to be where you were in life. But, even in heartbreak, you got your answers... 

Part 9

  Adora was at your door the next morning with a cup of tea in hand and an “explain yourself” look on her face. She handed you the tea and went to sit on the floor next to Jamie to give him his good morning kisses.

“My Korean Prince has a very handsome father,” she sang at her God son. “You really do look like him don’t you? How did I not see that?” Adora turned her attention to you as you sat on the couch behind her, sipping your cup of tea, “Park Jimin? Really? When did that happen? And WHY didn’t you tell me? I asked you so many times!”

You told her the whole story. From game night, to a lot of flirting, to stolen kisses, to a night of absolute passion. It was short and sweet, and stole your heart.

“We decided to not tell anyone about us. Plus, when he dropped me like a sack of rice I never wanted to hear his name again. Well. As much as I could avoid it, given my work situation. And then when I found out I was pregnant, it complicated things. My contract does have a “no dating coworkers” clause, and it would be sort of obvious who the father was if anyone knew about my time with Jimin.” You took a sip of tea before continuing with, “And besides… Fuck him.”

After telling you everything that happened after you left yesterday, and receiving a hearty high five for her part in it, Adora picked Jamie up and sat opposite you on the couch with her knees up so she could sit him up and play with him while she talked to you, “Are you still planning on running away to the States? You know that he’s not going to just walk away now that he knows about Jamie, right?”

Your groan said it all, “I couldn’t leave if I wanted to, Adora! The borders are all closed due to COVID.” you crawled over to kiss your son on the head before continuing, “You should have seen Jimin with him last night. If I wasn’t so angry with the man, it would have been adorable.”

“I still think he’s an asshole though,” Adora sang in a high pitched song that got Jamie’s legs jumping around “Why is his luggage still here? Does he really think he’s just moving in, no questions asked?”

“I have no clue,” you answered before taking a sip of tea. “He asked if he could leave it here because it was for me. I don’t even know what that means. I really don’t know what to do, Adora. But, if there is anything I've learned from my time in Seoul, it’s that it’s better to just let things play out. My whole time here has been a roller coaster. There was a time when I wondered why I was supposed to be stuck here. Why I was blocked from leaving at every turn. Now that I have Jamie, I see that I was supposed to be here because HE is supposed to be here. Everything I’ve done and been through over the last couple of years led to a whole new human being being born. It changed my outlook on forcing things in my life. No matter how hard I fight, or stress about some situation or another, it will work out exactly like it’s supposed to, whether it’s how I planned it or not.”

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, listening to Jamie find his own voice. The comfortable quiet was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Anxiety bloomed in your stomach at the thought that it was probably Jimin dropping by, despite your asking him to check in first.

You opened the door, ready to fight, only to see Bang standing in the hall.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, surprised to see the man you looked up to as a bit of a savior. He was the one that fought so hard to get you out of KIA, and he had been an incredible uncle to Jamie.

“Bang!” the anxiety melted away as you smiled at the man, welcoming him into your apartment.

He had a bit of a strained look on his face as he entered. Nodding at Adora he said, “Would you mind giving us a few minutes to talk alone, Adora?”

She quickly agreed and scooted off the couch. After giving Jamie another loud, “Auntie Adora” kiss, she passed him off to you and headed back to her own apartment.

Bang sat on the edge of the couch with his head bowed and hands clasped tight, and your anxiety bloomed once again.

You set Jamie in his floor play area and sat on the chaise, quietly facing him as you waited for whatever was about to drop.

“YN.” he said quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me that Jamie is Jimin’s son?”

You took a giant gulp of air, and stared at the floor when you said, “We had decided not to tell anyone about our relationship. I didn’t find out I was pregnant until after he had broken it off. By then I was angry and just wanted to forget about the whole thing.”

Bang nodded, “You did this despite knowing you had a clause in your contract that prohibited dating co-workers?”

Your voice was small when you simply answered, “Yes.”

He looked up, surprised that was all you had to say, “That’s all you have to say for yourself? Jimin rambled on for fifteen minutes trying to explain it all.”

You shrugged, “What else is there to say, Bang? Jimin and I had a very short fling that ended with a baby. I let my guard down. I’m sorry.”

He sighed, looking conflicted when he asked “Are you sure it was just ‘a fling’? Jimin seems to think it is a lot more than that.”

You looked down at your son as he squawked about something. How were you supposed to answer that? “Honestly, while it was happening Jimin felt like the center of my world. But when he blocked my contacts after sending me a “I need to stop communication” email and broke my heart, It felt a lot more like just a fling. He got what he wanted, and I got single motherhood.” Bang’s head whipped around when she said that, and the shock on his face made you back track, “Don’t get me wrong! I love my son more than anything on this entire planet, and I am thankful every single day for him. I see now that he was my purpose for being in the place in time. But that doesn’t change the facts.”

Bang sighed again and sat back as he said, “I came here, not only to encourage you to work something out with Jimin, since I know you had planned on running away to the States to avoid him,” he gave you a reproachful look “But to tell you that the board has decided to place you on a 6 week paid leave. I would like to say it’s to give you time to figure things out with Jimin, but truly it is in response to the ‘no dating coworkers' clause in the contract.”

he started talking with his hands at this point, needing to get his point across

“I fought for you, YN. And it was all I could do to get the board to accept your new contract, call it ‘leave’ instead of ‘suspension’, and make sure you had money coming in during that time. I care about you and I care about Jamie. But I also have a business to run, and this affects one of my biggest assets. I cannot stress enough the importance of remaining out of the public spotlight with this. Not only would it be detrimental to Jimin’s career as an Idol, but it would be extremely dangerous for you and Jamie if the public knew about you. I suggest you take this time to bond with your son and figure things out with Jimin. Whether you like it or not, BitHit as a whole is involved in this, and it’s in our best interest if you two work things out, as a couple or functioning co-parents.”

Anger had spiked to replace the anxiety at this. Suspended. Make it sound as pretty as you could, but suspension was what it was. They were punishing her.

“Tell me, Bang,” your eyes had narrowed him as your nostrils flared “What punishments were doled out to Jimin for this breach of contract?”

“I can’t discuss the details of another employee’s file, YN” he said, “You know that.”

A curt “mmhmm” was all you said, knowing full and well that Jimin would be facing no repercussions for this “lapse in judgement”.

“Please, YN. I know you’re angry right now, but please try to see where we are coming from. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.”

Your anger had gotten to the point of holding back tears now. Where was that badass bitch that could handle things? It seems you lost her in the mix of those fun ‘new mother’ hormones, which was disappointing. You could really use her right now.

“You’re punishing me. Only me. You never would have even known about it if I hadn’t gotten pregnant. I wasn’t the only one involved, Bang. In fact, I told him repeatedly that I don’t date at work. But I had a weak moment, and now I’m being punished for it.”

Bang sighed deeply, frustrated at the whole situation.

“YN. Please. Just take this time to rest and enjoy your son.” He looked at you reproachfully, “And, I want you to know that I am even more upset at your plan to run off to the US without telling the father, now that I know who it is. I am extremely disappointed with you for that. Hopefully you’ll be able to work with Jimin now that he’s back.”

You really wanted to tell him to mind his own business. But it was none of his business, and you wanted him to leave even more than that, so you held your tongue in hopes he would think he’d gotten his point across and go.

He stood and picked up Jamie, showing you his love for the child hadn’t changed,

“Hello little Sir. You didn’t think I forgot about you, did you?”

Bang and Jamie had their own version of a full conversation while you remained silent on the couch, trying to harness your emotions. After a few minutes, Bang handed the boy off to you and leaned down to kiss your forehead. It was a very fatherly type move that you weren’t accustomed to. He stood straight and looked down at you,

“I am sorry, and I know you’re angry. You have become part of the family over the last year, and I don’t want you to think that we don’t care. Please, message me if you need anything. And stay safe, ok?”

You remained silent, but nodded. Bang gave a small, regretful smile, and left.

Your mind was spinning. They want the renewed contract, but you’re to be placed on 6 weeks leave immediately? What the hell was that? What were you supposed to do? Just sit in the apartment and stare out the window, waiting for Adora or Jimin to show up? You were over it. Overwhelmed with the happenings of the last couple of days, and the consequences they brought.

After you fed Jamie and got him down for a nap, you jumped on your computer to do some searching. Your whole life seemed like it was up in the air, and that you had had no control for a couple of years. But now you felt like you needed to do something to gain some sort of a footing.

After an hour of research and emailing, you had found a little cottage by the water in the Gangwon Province. Far enough to feel like a whole world away, and far enough that Jimin wouldn’t be able to just pop in. You might not get to head back to America, but you would absolutely get to be away from Jimin for a while.

   In fact, by nightfall you were typing in the code to unlock your space with several bags in tow and a sleeping Jamie in his car seat. The Kakao driver had helped you unload your bags and the bags of groceries you had stopped to get on the way. In truth, you owed this driver a ton of money for the work she’d put in today. You had everything packed and ready to go before Jamie had even woken up from that nap.

    You took the time to feed him when he woke up and had the car waiting when you were done. A quick trip to the store and you were off. It had taken the better part of 5 hours to get here in the car, including feeding stops, and you tipped the driver well.

   Once you had everything inside and the driver was on her way back, you let out a breath of relief. You had this place for the next six weeks. It was by the water, and was in a less populated area. You had to quarantine for the next two weeks, but it was a worthy cause.

Master List

[gojo-mojo]

Girls Night In

Maki and Nobara on a typical school night just chilling doing girly things (like practicing voodoo on classmates) just girls being gals <3 

Knock. Knock knock. Knock. Maki waited outside of Nobara’s room at promptly 11:57 pm. 

“Nobara let me in, it's almost time!” She whispered angrily at the door. 

“I wonder who that could be” Nobara shouted back. “If only there was a special knock for times like-”

“Nobara. If you don't open the door right now I will kick it down.” Maki glowered, hoping Nobara could see her through the peephole. 

“Ugh fine,” Nobara swung the door open and gestured for Maki to hurry in, “it's just why spend all that time making a secret knock if you’re not going to use it?” 

“I forgot ok, and it’s almost midnight,” Maki fished around inside the gym bag she had slung over her shoulder eventually pulling out a small ziplock bag filled with black hair. “Is this enough?” Nobara stuck out her tongue as she took it from Maki. 

“How did you get so much of it?” Nobara held her breath as she opened up the bag. 

“Panda took a nap on the field. It wasn't hard to shave it off.” Nobara nodded in understanding. 

Now all that was left was her straw doll. Nobara slowly wrapped some of Panda’s hair around the doll and reached for her smallest nail with shaky hands. 

“Are you sure we want to do this?” Maki asked, hanging over Nobara’s shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Nobara sighed, “he threw me like a sack of potatoes all over the field. It's time for a little payback.” Nobara held her breathe as she slowly sunk the nail in, stopping when about half was submerged. 

“Do you think that's far enough?” Nobara nervously looked up at Maki behind her. 

“I don't know. It's your technique,” Maki paused and squeezed Nobara’s shoulders. “You’ve used them without killing someone before right?” Nobara avoided eye contact as Maki’s grip on her shoulder got tighter, “RIGHT?” All the blood drained from Nobara’s face.

“NO OK THIS IS MY FIRST TIME I'M JUST TRYING OUT SOME NEW THINGS! But oh my god what if i've killed him how will we know??? I mean I only stuck it in not even a centimeter, worst case scenario he just has a little hole tomorrow right? RIGHT?” 

Maki took a deep breath and pulled out her phone. Nobara reached for Maki’s free hand and squeezed it as she called Panda. 

It was ringing…. And ringing… and ringing…. 

“Hello?” A deep and dazed voice woke Nobara out of her spiral. ‘Thank god’ Maki mouthed. 

“Heyyyyy Panda, I'm over here with Nobara and we just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing?” That sounded natural, Maki told herself. 

“I was sleeping. Why are you calling me?” Panda grumbled out. 

“Oh nothing-” 

“Baking cookies! We’re baking cookies! Would you like some tomorrow?” Nobara interjected.

“Huh yeah. Thanks.” Panda had barely answered before his soft snores could be heard on the other line. Maki hung up and let out a deep sigh. 

“Alright, ready to try again?” She asked. 

“Yeah lets do it.” Nobara removed the nail and took out a slightly larger one hoping this one would work. 

“Oh I meant to ask, what did you want to do to Panda with that?” 

“I just wanted to see if I could make him dance.” Nobara responded casually, as if it all made perfect sense. 

Maki’s eyebrows knit together behind her glasses, “what?” 

“I figured making him dance for a few hours until I removed the screw would be payback enough.” 

“Interesting, so how do you differentiate an action like dancing versus killing someone with your cursed technique?”

“No clue. Usually i'm just like DIE DIE DIE when i want to kill something, so this time I was thinking really hard about this one tiktok dance and hoping that manifested in Panda. Instead of the whole death thing.” Nobara turned back to face Maki again, “Wait, did you not know what I was planning to do to Panda? You were just willing to let me do whatever?” 

Maki shrugged, “Shoko’s two buildings away so why not have some fun.” 

“You really are fucked up,” Nobara cackled. 

“Just as much as you are” Maki grinned back. 

This time Nobara used a slightly larger nail, and plunged it just a little deeper into the straw doll. They waited a few seconds before calling Panda again. 

“What” Panda grumbled, clearly more agitated than before. 

“Just calling to see what kind of cookies you’d like tomorrow!” Nobara chimed in with a sing-song voice. 

“Chocolate chip. Bye” 

“WAIT-” 

“Do you have any cramps or pain in your left hand?” Maki asked aggressively. 

“No?” Panda mumbled

“Ok bye.” Maki quickly shut the phone off and slid it away from her on the table. 

“Maybe next time we try when we can watch the subject.” Maki suggested. Nobara spared a glance to Maki’s ponytail-

“Don’t even think about it.”

~~~~~~BONUS~~~~~~

“THE COOKIES!” Nobara screeched as she locked her dorm door behind Maki. 

“WE FORGOT THE COOKIES! Shit now Panda is going to know something weird was up…” Maki paced around the hall for a moment. “Wait, we just need someone to help us.” 

“NANAMI!” Nobara realized, “Hes perfect! Plus he’s definitely the only one awake right now, and theres no way in hell he’d talk to someone about it unless he absolutely had to.” 

“Brilliant,” Maki had already whipped out her phone and to dial the 7:3 sorcerer. 

“Nanami. We need a favor. We need two dozen chocolate chip cookies dropped beneath the frog statue by the pond no later than 11am. You will be financially compensation. No questions asked.” Nobara heard a slightly agitated sigh on the other line. 

“Do I want to know what this is about?” 

“NO” The girls answered in unison. 

“Did that idiot put you up to this?” Nanami grumbled. 

“Ugh I wish this was just for Gojo” Nobara muttered. 

Nanami let out a huff of a laugh, “Alright. I’ll drop them off shortly.” 

“Thank god one of these teachers is reliable.” Maki commented, as they headed off to meet with Gojo who would undoubtedly be late. 

[slashiest-slasher]

michael, jason, billy lenz, brahms, and thomas hewitt with a s/o who's deceptively strong? like they go to manhandle them one day, or maybe there's a fight/argument and s/o just goes "lmao nope" and pick them or someone else up like a bratty cat????

this is such a fucking mood my dude. i do this to my friends all the time when they're being lil shits and standing in my way on purpose. just boop! pick 'em up and plop 'em down somewhere else | ￣︶￣|o but i'm a big ol' soft boy so is surprises them every single time

‘nother read more bc i physically cannot stop myself from writing hella lot. warnings for nsfw-ish bits with billy lenz and brahms

Michael Myers

- You must've done something to royally piss Michael off, because he has been trying to stab you all day. And normally, you would brush it off as him trying to spook you, but he had gotten a slash in on your thigh that stings like a fucking bitch.

- Okay Michael, you want to dance, then let's dance.

- The next time you see him he's coming at you with his knife, you're prepared. He doesn't expect you to tackle him around the middle, and hoist him over your shoulder like he was nothing but a sack of potatoes. It startles him enough that he drops his knife.

- And he doesn't expect to not be able to squirm out of the grasp you have on his wrists after you dump him on the couch and crawl on top of him.

- You had looked to weak, so pathetic. That was part of the reason Michael spared you in the first place. But now the tables have turned, and while Michael never really like relinquishing his power, to anyone he lets it go just this once. And whatever reason he thought of that made him want to kill you is forgotten.

- But you forget that Michael is stealthy, and thinks he's just as strong as as you are. So he can and will sneak up on you and pick you up. But you easily overpower him. You think he would learn from the first time, but Michael is determined to get one over you.

- The only time he finally, finally learns that you're stronger than him is when you hold him down and tie him to the bed, and have your wicked way with him. It might not entirely be a bad thing for you to be stronger than him.

- But that still doesn't change the fact that Michael thinks he's stronger than you.

Jason Voorhees

- Okay so, you could understand why Jason always wanted to kill the people that trespassed onto Camp Crystal Lake. It was his camp, and campers had killed his mother (even though it was out of self defense). And a lot of the people that came here were, frankly douchebags. But c'mon Jason, these are just some friends that want to go on a camping trip!

- And he outright ignores you, and locks you in your cabin, as if that's going to stop you. You get to the campers before him, because while he may know the lay of the land better, you are overall lighter and faster than him. All it takes is a warning of a serial killer on the loose and flashing a fake police badge for them to pack up and leave, heading to a motel you recommended.

- And Jason is /not/ happy. If he could yell, he would, but instead he grumbles and groans as loudly as he can and stamps his foot. Angry enough, it seems, to try and pick you up and wrangle you back to the cabin. But oh, ho, ho Jason! You're not in the mood for playing around!

- Jason is yet another victim of being effortlessly thrown over your shoulder, and he has no clue what's going on when it happens, until you're halfway back to the cabin. Even then, he's unable to squirm out of that iron clad grasp of yours until you let him go in the cabin, and decide that you're spending the night in town if Jason's going to be in a mood.

- He is absolutely flabbergasted, so shocked that he can't function until you're long gone.

- But you're so tiny. He was almost touching the ground even despite you carrying him. And even though he should feel indigated at the whole experience, it reminded him too much of his mother. Yes, Jason was always a well behaved boy, but there were occasions where he acted up and Pamela had to carry him to his room for a timeout.

- And Pamela recalls this fondly, and says that you're going to be such a good parent if the two of you ever got around to having kids together, even though Jason's pretty sure he can't even have kids with someone, let alone with you.

- Oh well, a mother can dream.

Billy Lenz

- Of course you know Billy's hiding up in the attic of the sorority, but it's not like you're going to spill the beans and tell anyone. Technically, you weren't supposed to be here either, but the girls were letting you crash here during the fallout of some dorm drama. There was an empty room they could never decide on someone to stay there, so it was all yours.

- And Billy loved breaking into your room in the middle of the night. Barb might've had a tongue on her, but you were the one ballsy enough to tell Billy "not to threaten you with a good time" and "put his money where his mouth is if he's man enough". And as far as the girls of the house knew, you had a secret boyfriend who you would have a go at in the middle of the night. Yeah, the people who couldn't sleep through it weren't happy about the noise, but no one suspected it was Billy who was making you moan like that.

- And you had told Billy to knock it off for the night, because everyone was drinking, and everyone was passed out in the living room. And even though they sleeping solidly, Billy knew how loud you got when he slipped his hand in your pants and played with you, let alone his mouth. He was crouching between your legs, trying to shimmy your trousers off, and licking his lips as his mouth watered, so you knew exactly how this was going to go.

- Phyl was starting to shift and groan, so there was no time to waste. Pulling your pants back up and buttoning them as quickly as you could, you tossed Billy over your shoulder in a fireman's carry and sprinted up the stairs, and crawled up into the attic without so much as batting an eye.

- Billy however, oh dear Billy was so shocked that until you dumped him down on the mattress in the attic he slept on. As soon as he was set down, he jumped at you, mouthing at your neck and pulling you down onto the mattress with him, begging you to "Play with naughty Billy again, play with Billy until you make him scream.".

- Sufficed, Billy is very, very excited, and wholeheartedly supports any shows of excessive strength when it comes to him. He may initially have loved holding power over you, and don't get him wrong, he still does, but the way you can pick him up and treat him like a doll really gets him going.

Brahms Heelshire

- Bratty, baby Brahms is a mad cuddle fiend. In any regard, in any way you'll let him. Big spoon, little spoon, forking, laying against each other, hugs, Brahms will take anything you give him, even if it's just holding hands.

- And he knows you love them just as much as he does, and he does use this against you all the time.

- No, no, we don't need to eat breakfast just yet, we can lay in bed a few more hours.

- Fine, you can go pee, but Brahms will hold your hand the entire time (because he knows you'll let him).

- But this was it, this was the final straw. Brahms was sitting in your lap, facing you, arms wound around your neck and snuggled quite happily against the side of your face while you tried to read a book over his shoulder.

- But by God, Brahms reeked. You know baths weren't his favorite, but he had been running through the walls for days while something in the house was being fixed by a construction crew. His entire body reeked from sweat, his hair was greasy, and he certainly hadn't changed his clothes the entire time. You liked when Brahms had a musk about him, but this was too much for you.

- It was a back and forth for the past hour of trying to get Brahms to get up and bathe. You would tell Brahms he was a stinky boy, and he would say five more minutes. Enough was enough. When you grab Brahms' ass, at first he finally thinks you've caved to have fun times with him, but when you stand up and keep him held up by those hands, he wraps himself around you in an effort not to be dropped.

- Even though he has probably been though longer falls than this would be, he begs you to please put him down, but you do not waver. Regardless of how spooked he is, he is also incredibly turned on, knowing that you could take him up against a wall whenever you wanted, or even *gasp* carry him around like the baby he is!

- You can appreciate him shutting up, but in retrospect, him rutting against you and letting out those deep whines might be harder to deal with. Especially when tries pulling you closer by digging his heels into the small of your back. Another adventure for another day, you think, when you dump him into the shower and crank the cold water on full blast, clothes and all.

- Brahms isn't exactly happy about that, but it's a non-issue for you to strip and pin him down in the tub to fling his sopping clothes off and scrub him down with a loofah and wash his hair.

- When Brahms is finally clean, and sitting on his bed in a towel, he carefully plots his revenge. And oh, he will get his revenge. He just needs to figure out how to work around your freakish strength first.

Thomas Hewitt

- So you don't know what entirely is up with the Hewitt's yet, but you know it's something pretty bad is everyone else avoids them, or refuses to talk about them. But you had moved into town with your family quite a bit ago, and you had eyes for their son Thomas.

- You didn't know what the fuss was about when you popped into their gas station and asked his uncle (brother?), Charlie, for proper permission to take him out for a date. After all, it was the only polite thing to do, since you rarely saw Thomas out and about without one of his family members after he stopped showing up to the new school.

- If Luda Mae hadn't stopped him, you would've had your head blown clean off. Luda Mae let you down kinder, saying she was real happy someone had eyes for Thomas, but you were an outsider and had no place in their family.

- Oh well, like that was going to stop you. This boy made your heart thump, and you weren't about to give up because he has some nasties in his family. Hell, your family wasn't the happiest about your choice in crush, but you were determined.

- His sister (aunt, cousin? you didn't really know what was up with his family) Henrietta was kinder, and agreed to be your little liaison, delivering flowers and letters to him on her behalf. And you didn't know about it, but she had been working Luda Mae to let you two out for a date.

- Charlie, oh boy, was he pissed when you showed up on the property to take Thomas out on a picnic date. No matter how much Luda Mae yelled at him to leave you the hell alone, he was still fixing on shooting you clean in the head. Cocky son of a bitch sure didn't expect you pick him up and set him down on the couch, before scooping up Thomas and walking out of the house with him.

- You weren't much to look at, so Charlie was thrown for a loop when you put him in his place, and was down right shocked like you picked Thomas up bridal style like it was nothing, and strolled out to your pick-up truck.

- Thomas is just as surprised, though goes willingly. You had seemed so sweet and kind and soft, he knew you wouldn't mesh well with the Hewitt lifestyle. But you made him so happy that he wanted to throw all caution to the wind. He's delighted to know that you could hold your own against his family.

- Everyone, even himself, expects him to be one big, mean, bastard, but after confirming with an arm wrestling match that you're much, much stronger than him, he lets his guard down. He can be scared, and confused, and not expect a backhand or called an animal or a retard. I mean, you call him a stud, but even he knows that's meant as a compliment.

- He gets so bubbly and happy when you pick him up and carry him around, especially when you do it without him asking. It makes him feel like a kid again. It also puts you two on even footing for once, so he can kiss you and bump his face (which you don't mind? it boggles his mind) against yours.

- And it's always a good day for everyone when you put Charlie in his place, and he shuts the hell up for once. Despite his intense dislike for you, everyone else in the family adores you and welcomes you with open arms. There's not many people that Thomas without exception or hesitation, and they're always welcome members of the Hewitt household.

[janiedean]

Jaime/Ned, #9

9. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

(do I know what this is? probs no, but we’ll see)

Jaime’s relative happiness at having gotten away with it lasts exactly the time it takes him to find a way out of the Red Keep without either getting caught or having to kill anyone else on top of... well.

His already illustrious list.

He’s not going to think about the sound Aerys made when he slit his throat.

He is going to think about the sound Gregor Clegane made when he stabbed him in the back, though. That had felt satisfying enough. Same as the sounds everyone else who had their hands on the princess had made when he took care of them before he took the weeping girl into his arms and hightailed the shit out of the Red Keep - there was nothing left to do for Princess Elia or Prince Aegon and he certainly didn’t want the girl to see what had become of them.

So, he had managed to find a way out, through the empty kitchens and then somehow reaching the only door that wasn’t manned by his father’s army before he hauled himself down to the beach, the still weeping princess latching to his neck, both of them covered in blood, and now he’s standing in the small harbor, thinking that they got away with it -

And realizing that he has no fucking clue of what he should do now.

His father’s army is sacking the city, which means that Robert Baratheon has won the damned war, which means that neither of them certainly will be happy to see that one Targaryen heir survived thanks to his intervention. He also has slain his king, which he knows is fucking high treason regardless of how much Aerys deserved it or not... and he had saved his niece, as in, the only one of Rhaegar’s heirs that survived, which means that... well. It’s a damned clusterfuck, that’s what it is, because slaying Aerys would maybe grant him Robert’s favor and his father most likely won’t complain about it given that his men were on orders to kill the rest of the royal family... but saving the girl means that he won’t be in their good graces, and if he goes to any Targaryen loyalist with her that might be something they could appreciate... but he still did slay Aerys.

Which... would most likely result in the girl living and him dying, and while he could be all right with it... well. He really isn’t in a hurry to die right now.

Rhaenys is still holding on to his neck and crying her eyes out, though at least she’s silent now.

Jaime drops sitting on the shore, cradling her to him, and trying to figure out what the fuck is he supposed to do here.

Going back to the Red Keep and try to make his father or Robert Baratheon reason is absolutely out of the question.

He could go to Casterly, he reasons, but there is no bloody way Cersei would help him, he knows, and he’ll think about why he’s so sure of it later. Not now. Tyrion certainly couldn’t, he was as old as Rhaenys is right now when he last saw him.

Right. No Casterly either. He could try to board a ship and go to Essos, but considering that all he and the girl in his arms have to their names are their bloody clothing and that everyone in King’s Landing will know they’re missing before tomorrow, he doesn’t see how that might work short of stealing one and he doubts he can row all the way to fucking Pentos on his own.

Right. Bad idea. So, what else -

Right. The Dornish never were fond of Aerys or his own father, he remembers Oberyn Martell’s distaste for court even too well, but they did side with him because of Elia and Lewyn... and see how it ended. They would take the girl, and they wouldn’t kill him, most likely. Except that how in the fucking Seven Hells is he supposed to get to Dorne like this? He wouldn’t make it out of the city in the first place.

Unless he somehow manages to hide in between troops going to Dorne for some miracle, and that would be hard enough -

Wait a fucking moment.

His hand stalls from its repetitive stroking of the girl’s hair, which is most likely for both their benefits at this point, but -

Last he knew, Rhaegar had brought Lyanna Stark to Dorne. Certainly, Ned Stark won’t send someone else to get her. And Ned Stark, well. Ned Stark is honorable, and certainly is not Robert, and it always was known in court that he had a fondness for children. Maybe -

Well.

It’s not as if he has that many choices. He tries to think of any other option he has, but no - asking Stark to hide the both of them in his army and then split the moment they’re in Dorne is the only thing he can think of that has some chances of not ending up with either him or Rhaenys dead.

He supposes they will have to go back to the city and hide around until Stark leaves... or she could hide on this shore here, not many people know about it, and no one would notice her in the caves leading to the Red Keep. Well.

At least he has a fucking plan.

He resumes stroking the girl’s hair.

He’ll tell her of the plans later.

--

Thankfully, she understands that he can’t bring her with when trying to get information, so she stays in the caves with his dirty cloak to cover her and he goes back to the castle after washing blood off him with saltwater. He manages to not be found as he tries to fish for rumors, and after a few hours he learns that Ned Stark will leave a couple of days from now on and that his army is camping below the hill.

Very well.

He steals some food for the both of them, sleeps the night off under his dirty cloak with the girl clinging to him, and the day after he sneaks them out of the shore and to the hill.

--

He steals another brown nondescript cloak from some laundry basket he finds on the way out, and hides the both of them underneath - if she clings to him, it’s not so hard. Then he stands in the shadows until he sees Stark retreating to his tent for the night.

Alone.

Then he takes a deep breath and hopes against hope that Stark doesn’t fuck this up.

--

“What -” Stark says as soon as Jaime lets the flap fall closed behind him, and then immediately shuts up when Jaime pulls down his hood and opens the cloak enough to show him the terrified girl clinging to him.

“Lord Stark,” he blurts, “I didn’t know where else to go and while I certainly am not asking you to commit treason, I also don’t think you would want to see her dead and I cannot think of any other way to reach Dorne without anyone trying to kill either of us, so I would be extremely thankful if you considered not calling your friend now and help me out at least for her sake.”

It’s not the speech he had prepared. Admittedly, he sounds exhausted and he knows he looks exhausted and that he still has Aerys’s blood under his nails, and he knows that the girl has a badly scarred over wound on her face that they gave her before he could get her out of that room, and he knows that Stark must not have taken too well the fact that he killed his king, which he supposes everyone must have figured out by now, but he’s not screaming for help now.

He’s not even touching his sword.

He’s just staring at Jaime with grey, tired eyes.

“You - you did it, didn’t you?” He asks, stopping himself before he can say killed her grandfather or whatever.

“I had to,” Jaime says, “he was going to burn down the entire city with wildfire. I had to.” The girl flinches, holding tighter to him.

Jaime really wants to sit down.

Stark nods. Jaime wonders if he’s thinking about his father and his brother.

“I would not want to see her dead,” Stark sighs. “What - well. Your father, he... showed... her brother to Robert.”

Shit. Jaime puts a hand over her ear. “And?”

“We haven’t spoken since,” Stark says.

Good, Jaime thinks, even if it’s not enough to make him stop being alert.

“You look exhausted,” Stark says. “You can leave her on my bed. I need to talk to you alone.”

Well.

That wasn’t a no.

“You heard him,” Jaime whispers to Rhaenys. She nods, tentatively. “I will be right there talking to him. Just - try to rest a moment, all right?”

“Will you come back?” She whispers, sounding miserable.

“Sure,” he says, kissing the top of her head before laying her down on the bed, putting a blanket over her shoulders. Gods, he was tired from carrying her. He nods, then goes towards the farthest corner of the tent, where Stark is waiting for him.

“Listen,” Stark says, “I don’t want to... not help you. I understand what you’re trying to do. And - well. If the king wanted to burn the entire damned city - never mind. But - I have to go get my sister.”

“I know,” Jaime says.

“Well, I talked to people. My sister is with Arthur Dayne at the Tower of Joy. And the rest of the Kingsguard that... hasn’t perished until now. I don’t want to fight him, but I don’t even know if he would... well. Cede, I suppose. So, I have a deal for you.”

Jaime thinks he can imagine it. “Speak.”

“I will hide you both with the army I’ll take to Dorne. I will let you bring her to Sunspear when we cross the border. But then I will need you to join me at the Tower of Joy and try to help me reason with Ser Arthur, because you’ve known him longer and - maybe he would listen to you more than me. And if everything goes well... I don’t know what you are planning on doing, but I could try and put in a good word for you.” He looks at Jaime with the eyes of a man who really is as tired as Jaime feels.

“Deal,” he says, extending a hand without even thinking about it twice. It’s more than he’d have presumed he would get, and he knows Stark will hold his end - he is honorable to a fault, after all.

When Stark takes it, Jaime feels like he could fucking faint in relief.

“You can go sit with her,” Stark says quietly. “I can ask for some more dinner and find you better clothing. We will discuss the details later.”

“Thank you,” Jaime says, too tired to hold on a longer conversation.

Stark nods at him and leaves the tent.

Jaime will have to trust him, but he knows that with how honorable to a fault the man is, he won’t. He sits down next to Rhaenys, runs his dirty fingers through her raven hair, and lets himself hope that he has done the right thing.

[ryansfabray]

Dance For Me | Ryantana

Who: Ryan Fabray-Lynn & Santana Lopez @subtanaxlopez

Where: Dance Studio

When: Tuesday 9.15.20

What: Santana confronts Ryan about ignoring her texts. Explanations. Then a dance demonstration. 

Santana

Santana was feeling that familiar hurt again, the one where the Fabray sister had fucked her over and she was left feeling like an idiot. But this time she wasn’t going to wait until she caught the other woman pants down with her Dominant or whatever, instead she grabbed hold of the switch Fabrays hand right as she passed the dance studio. “What the fuck? Why are you ignoring my texts?” She hissed. “You know I put myself out there, and it’s really fucking rude that you think you can just drop me like a sack of shit.”

Ryan

Ryan was unaware of the affect she had on Santana by getting her phone taken away. In the chaos that was her morning conversation with Nate, she forgot to retrieve her phone and computer from him before dropping her things off at Jo’s. She would need to do that before Nate or Silas came home. Which meant she would probably be skipping Glee. She could have done it during lunch, but instead she found herself drifting to the dance studio. Ryan didn’t have a clue of why she was going to do, and she certainly wasn’t expected to be pulled by the wrist and pulled into the studio. Confusion was etched on her face until it clicked. “Okay, first of all I’m not ignoring you. My phone got taken away. And I’m not dropping you like a sack of anything.” Ryan felt so off balance without her collar that she didn’t even realize all the conversations she’d dropped and wondered if they all thought she was ignoring them like Santana. “But you’ve got my attention. What did you send me?” Ryan held out her hand, waiting for Santana to hand over her phone.

Santana

Santana was ready to unleash her venom completely on the other woman, still stinging from what had happened with Quinn but then other woman’s rational explanation had her pausing the speech that she had planned about Ryan being a fake top who couldn’t follow through. “Well.. I don’t do this shit alright? I don’t.. do the whole titles spiel or... like be friendly.” She muttered as she handed over the phone so Ryan could see the messages. You’re so fucking pussy whipped. Her inner voice muttered, she felt shyer watching the other girl read the word Master than she had typing it while she was thinking with her vagina.

Ryan

Ryan read over the text as Santana explained why she was behaving the way she was and just looked up at her with a smirk. “And now that you’re here in person, I’m going to want to hear you call me Master in person.” It was the perfect distraction from what was going on in her life. “Then while we’re here you can go ahead and show me these routines of yours, hm?”

Santana

Santana folded her arms protectively as Ryan finished reading, and then took her phone back. “Did you like what you read... Master?” The Latina asked, yes that was hot, confirmed. The horny part of her brain was already picturing Ryan in leather. “I don’t have my shoes on me..” she admitted. “But I’m more than happy to show you.. Master.” There it was again, still so fucking hot.

Ryan

Ryan’s smirk grew. She loved hearing it in person even more. Licking her lips, she nodded. “I do like the way that sounds.” Ryan was already picturing putting the other girl on her knees. She was far prettier in person and had a wit that matched her own. The perfect distraction. “We can add the shoes later. I just want to see how your body moves.” This time it was Ryan wrapping slim fingers around the other girl’s wrist and pulling her towards the pole she had set up months ago. Then she took a seat in a nearby chair. “Pole dance or lap dance, your choice.”

Santana

The submissive couldn’t help but smirk when Ryan said she liked how it sounded, her confidence re-entering her body. “Oh it moves Master.” She promised, letting the title roll more easily off her tongue. The Latina put one hand on the pole, giving herself a little spin as a warm up. And Abulea has claimed she never learned anything useful from those classes at the community centre. “How about I start on the pole and then I make my way over?” She suggested with an arched eyebrow.

Ryan

Ryan absolutely loved the way 'Master' sounded coming off of Santana's tongue and the wave of power she felt when it was directed at her. It was like a form of rebranding. She went from calling someone that and now she could claim it all on her own. "I bet it does." Ryan was taught to sit a certain way and sometimes she fell back into her debutante ways, but for this particular situation, Ryan sat back, legs spread for whenever Santana worked up the courage to come forward and occupy that space. "I think that sounds like an excellent plan." Ryan pulled the speaker out of her bag and left the blue tooth open for Santana to connect her phone and start her routine. "Don't keep me waiting too long, hm?"

Santana

Santana smirked when Ryan asked her not to keep her waiting. “I would never keep you waiting Master.” She purred, leaving her spot momentarily to find ‘Needed Me’ and then returning to the metal, gripping the pole as the music started. Spinning twice more before she slid her body slowly down it, crotch pressing against the metal suggestively. As the tempo of the music climbed the brunette stripped off her hoodie,  tossing it to the side. She knew that her moves weren’t all that complex, but hyper sexual was what she didn’t best. Shedding her leggings next, she twisted into the splits. Abandoning the pole to crawl towards Ryan.

Ryan

"Mm, that's a good girl." Perhaps it was a good thing her phone got taken away. Because this interaction would have never happened. Ryan watched intently as Rihanna's voice filled the studio and as Santana acquainted herself with the pole. For someone who claimed to not have any experience, it was clear to Ryan that she knew exactly what she was doing. Santana captivated her in a way most people couldn't. When ahs approached her, Ryan leaned forward and spread her legs. "You certainly look damn good. Let's see how you feel, hm? Up on my lap, little devil."

Santana

Shit, she was a dumb bitch because that 'good girl' had gone straight to her cunt. The brunette slid her hands slowly up Ryans legs before she actually slid into her lap. "Little devil is right Master, I taste like sin." The latina purred in Ryans ear, before she turned in her lap, grinding her ass against the other girl. God this was electric and despite the setting it was somehow better than any shitty lap dance she'd ever given under club lights.

Ryan

For someone who claimed to need lessons, Santana sure did know how to work that body of hers. When she climbed into Ryan's lap and purred into her ear, the Switch couldn't help but think of all the ways she would like to bend her over and fuck her. So hard that she couldn't walk for days. Or force her down on her knees just so the Latina was at her disposal. She pressed her hands to the other girl's hips, just so she could slow down her movements and savor the feeling of Santana in her lap. "Seems to me like you didn't need a lesson at all. I think you just wanted a reason to be in my lap. Hm?"

Santana

Santana made a purring noise that she didn’t all together recognise as Ryan pressed her hands to her hips. “I mean, I’m sure you could still very much give me a run for my money. However.. I did very much like the idea of being in your lap Master. I liked the idea of being close to you full stop.” The Latina purred as she leaned up to run her hands down Ryan’s shoulders,

Ryan

There seemed to be no need for pretense as far as Santana was concerned and Ryan appreciated that. Even if is was in the confines of their own privacy. She smiled brightly at the other girl, pushing her tongue between teeth and smacking Santana's ass playfully. "Is that right? And exactly how close are you hoping to get to me, hm?" Ryan grabbed her ass fully this time, then pulled her forward as much as she could go. "Because I'm sure more than a lap dance can be arranged."

[bat-losers-inc]

Kintsugi: Chapter 10

Summary: Final Crisis/Red Robin AU. Dick admits Tim to a psychiatric facility after Bruce is lost in time. Jason finds him suffering at the hands of a Scarecrow-copycat and breaks him out. While safe in Jason’s apartment, Tim still struggles with panic attacks and drug withdrawal. At a loss for what to do, Jason calls Roy Harper.

Pairings: Jason Todd & Tim Drake, Jason Todd & Dick Grayson, Roy Harper & Jason Todd.

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Tim woke to the early afternoon sun with his face pressed deep into the mattress and the sheets tangled up around his ankles. He wiped away the drool that puddled against his cheek. A line of plastic tubing snaked across the mattress to follow each of his movements. With inquisitive fingers, Tim followed the trail to its origin point in the crook of his arm where an IV needle was fastened down tightly with medical tape. Too tightly, in fact. Tim could feel where the skin puckered and pulled tightly against the adhesive tape.

“Leave it.”

Tim flinched at the voice from behind him. He stopped picking at the edge of the medical tape and rolled over to see Jason slumped in a chair, one hand massaging his eyes. Had he sat there all night? Tim pushed himself up until his back rested against the wall behind the bed. 

He cleared his throat as best he could with his mouth so dry and managed a throaty request. “Can I have a glass of water?”

Jason stood, thumping his chair down on the wood floor as he went. He appeared again a moment later at the top of the stairs with a glass of water. Tim held out an eager hand to take it from him but Jason stepped to the side and planted it down on the bedside table with more force than was absolutely necessary. 

He returned to his seat. 

Tim blinked.

He’d anticipated Jason’s anger, but the fact that Jason had brought him back to the apartment and cared for him made Tim think it would pass in a day or so. For now, he drank slow sips of his water and waited to see what choice Jason would make: voice some of the thoughts that were obviously consuming him or return downstairs and leave him to sleep.

To Tim’s surprise, he did neither. When his glass was empty and he couldn’t take the silence anymore, Tim asked, “Where’s Roy?”

“Blackgate.”

“Arrested or just visiting?” he said, trying to pull a laugh from Jason. Not even a twitch from Jason’s stony expression.

“He went to talk to Croc.”

“Killer Croc? Why ?”

Jason sighed and squeezed at the bridge of his nose. “He’s Roy’s sponsor. Last night... wasn’t good for his sobriety. There’s an NA meeting this afternoon and Croc told him to stop in.”

Tim placed his empty glass back on the bedside table. “Is he going to leave Gotham?”

Jason sighed and rubbed at his eyes again. “I would say there’s a fair chance of that happening, yeah. He was never too happy being here, and even if you apologize for your little stunt last night, I don’t think that it’s gonna change his mind.”

Tim stared at him. “Apologize? Who said anything about me apologizing for last night?”

It was the first time since he’d woken that Jason met his gaze and now he held it with a critical intensity. “ I did . Things got heavy here last night and you ran off to hide from it the only way you knew how. Addictions are hard to break. He understands that Tim, but you still need to apologize.”

“Sorry... but you’ve got it all wrong,” said Tim. “I didn’t make a mistake last night. I made a choice to fuck up my detox because I’m not ready to get clean yet. So, whatever narrative you’ve been quietly spinning to yourself or anyone else about why I did what I did... it’s a lie.”

Jason held up a hand. “No. Just...no. That’s just your fear talking. You were afraid of Dick when he showed up here, so you ran. When your withdrawal was too much for you to endure you went looking for drugs to feed it. And now you’re afraid to get clean and you’re trying to run from this too.”

“ No , I walked out when I saw the pissing contest you two were having and suddenly realized that neither of you gives a shit about me. Not really. I’m just another means for you to rub Dick’s face in the mud, and vice-versa. And yeah, of course, I’m afraid to get clean— who isn’t— but that doesn’t mean I have to let you force me into it.”

“You really believe—” Color rose in Jason’s face. “Fuck you! Seriously? I broke you out of a mental hospital, patched you up, and risked my ass to get the information you need to detox safely and this is the gratitude I get? You haven’t said thank you to me once. Not once! ” 

“Thank you! For what? Making a major life decision for me and just expecting me to run with it? Gee, thanks !”

“I didn’t ask you because I didn’t think there was another decision. It wasn’t your choice to start using in the first place so I assumed you’d want to get clean as soon as possible.”

“Put yourself in my shoes for a moment, okay? I survive that living nightmare of a situation where nothing I said or did could stop a forced drug addiction from happening. And then I wake up on your couch as you detailed my 12 step recovery plan with Roy—  the sponsor I never asked for— on his way.”

 “Do you have any idea how scary that was? I wasn’t ready for rehab, not even close to ready to go through it when I still felt so raw and shaky. But, you saved me. How could I say no without it being seen as spitting in the face of your kindness?”

Jason rubbed aggressively at his upper lip. “You think you know me so goddamn well. You don’t though and you could have told me!”

“Like I’m telling you now?” countered Tim. Jason’s mouth shut like a trap, hurt flashing briefly across his features. As if sensing how Tim was reading his every expression, Jason turned away towards the window, staring resolutely at the low-hanging gray clouds that floated sluggishly past them. 

Tim plowed on, wishing, no needing , his point to be heard. “Wanting to be clean and the reality of getting there are two very different things, Jason, and my ability to make that choice matters a whole hell of a lot.”

“If it was so horrible here then why didn’t you leave sooner, huh?”

“And go where?” snapped Tim. “With what?”

He counted out the reasons on his fingers— for the bad he’d need to use his toes, for the good he barely needed one hand. “I’ve got nowhere to live that Dick doesn’t already know about and no money to rent a new place to lay low in because by court order my bank accounts have been frozen. And even if I could go somewhere and hide, I’m too sick and broke to get the drugs I need. If I left here, I’d either be alone and sick with withdrawal pains or locked up in another ward. Dead in a week, either way, I’d say.”

Jason’s eyes flickered down to his lap. 

“Fuck, Tim,” he said quietly, “Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s the truth, I’m sorry if you don’t want to hear it.” Tim continued, pleading his case as best as he could, praying he hadn’t killed all of Jason’s sympathy for him. He’d take even just a scrap of kindness. “You were the only one that could keep me safe. I had to stay, even if that meant lying to your face. But now I think it’s time we stop living in this fool’s paradise and face reality.”

“Fine, then tell me for real why you won’t consider getting clean... because I know you’re too smart to make such as stupid a choice as continuing to use an abusive substance.”

Tim dropped his gaze and picked at the bedsheets by his hip. “What does it matter? You’re just going to think I’m crazy like everybody else.”

“What did I tell you about slotting me into the same stupid category as everyone else? If there's one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m very anti-establishment, especially when it comes to those idiots we call family.”

Tim’s lips twitched and he found himself smiling down into his lap. Well, it was worth a shot… at the very least he’d learn if Jason was as good as his word.

“I don’t think Batman died during his battle against Darkseid. I think he got blasted back to a different time and he can’t find his way home. He’s out there… wherever, whenever, and I have to find him before the trail runs cold. I need to be able to focus on my research. I need to be able to go out and track down clues. That’s why I can’t quit the benzos now. I can’t do any of those things if I’m sitting around for a week or more puking into a bucket, having panic attacks, and generally being a useless sack of shit.”

“And what was your plan if you tracked down a clue that led you into a fight? Especially if it led you to Darkseid, a.k.a the guy who wiped the floor with Batman. You’ve got to know you’re crippled in a fight while on those sedatives.”

“I was planning on figuring that part out when I got to it.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Oh, fantastic.”

“Oh, like you haven’t done it too!” snapped Tim. He turned away, arms crossed tightly across his breast.

It didn’t deter Jason in the least. “Yeah, and the last time I did it got me killed. ”

It was a stalemate of an argument and Tim was smart enough to realize that their points of view were so starkly different, it was unlikely that they’d ever come to see eye to eye. Chalk it up to upbringing, personality, whatever… this was a hurdle they’d probably never cross and he just had to accept it. 

Perhaps Jason was thinking the same. “What if we negotiate a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“You agreed to start detox and I’ll let you do your research into Batman’s disappearance. If you catch a lead that needs on-the-ground investigating, I’ll track it down for you. This way you can still work towards getting better without worrying about wasting time being on bed rest.”  

Tim thought it over. Finally, he decided to put a stop to the tension. The truth was he didn’t want to fight with Jason and he also wanted to be better than this version of himself that spent half his days thinking about where he’d get his next fix. 

He sighed. “If I say yes will you please stop with the dead guy comments? Because I swear the guilt trips are worse than the puns.”

A small hesitant smile crept its way onto Jason’s face. When he spoke his voice was full of quiet hopefulness. “You’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

 Jason’s smile seemed like it was also there to stay. “Good. Now there’s somebody else who needs to hear it too. Dial 1.”

Jason tossed Tim his phone and Tim did as he was told, wondering with nervous breath if Roy was going to pick up.

[jacklynnfrost]

The Eighth Avenue Express (Part 4)

Fanfic by Jacklynnfrost for Smutember2019. 

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She took off her leggings before slowly, carefully walking to the subway station so her tiny little dress doesn’t ride up and show off her round behind. If she raises her arms even an inch, the undercurve of her ass will peek out to say hello. She wore red underwear for the occasion but sadly she forgot her new favorite coat on the hook in her apartment this morning. Elizabeth has a note in her purse with her phone number and full name. ‘It’s so explosive between us as soon as we’re together everything else falls to the wayside until we are out of time.’ She thinks with a knowing, eager smirk.

There is a repeat, her body instinctively slickens as the railcar comes to a noisy stop, echoing in the underground terminal. People mill about, filing in and out and she enters the section of their subway on the Eighth Avenue Express. There are free seats but she knows where she wants to go and as she stands beside the bar, her grip on it low to accommodate her indecent dress, her eyes search the people.

A thrill shoots down her spine as she feels as if she is being watched. Her awareness heightens at the thought of him hunting her or wanting to surprise her. She wants to be his prey and she warmly remembers Meliodas' hoodie. A man is sitting a row up and she bends only slightly to not show her rear but the face under the hood is not her strangers. The subways begins to move and she rights herself with furrowed brows, moving in a slow rotation around the pole to try and find him.

It takes a few moments and thousands of her rapid heartbeats before her stomach drops. The last image of him she has is his resigned goodbye last time. He told her his name and Elizabeth fears that she ruined this somehow. She bites her lip, crossing her legs as she dislikes so much of her skin showing now that she knows he isn’t here to look and touch.

No more than five minutes pass before a hand grips the pole over hers and she spins, hopeful alarm spreads across her face. The touch is different though, the palm isn’t as rough, the grip over her own is trapping rather than embracing. “Hey.” The man’s voice is sprinkled with cockiness. He’s taller, dark brown hair and assessing eyes that matched. He smirks, very unlike Meliodas and Elizabeth tugs, having to tug a second time even harder to free herself of the place she had wanted to be so desperately moments before.

“Do I know you?” She asks, trying for politeness but her voice is high in fear and she winces at herself, eyeing a seat beside an older woman knitting out of a canvas sack bag. “Your boyfriend did not show up today.” The man’s eyebrows waggle suggestively and she’s instantly mortified. “I’d gladly stand in, you naughty voyeur.” He reaches for her dress hem, fingers stretching and Elizabeth slaps it away, glaring before she spins on her heels and takes a seat next to an older woman.

Vaguely she looks over to Elizabeth. “Wearing that, you’re basically asking for it.” The old crone coos condescendingly. 

“No, no one is entitled to my body and especially not for the fabric I chose to cover it in.” Elizabeth hisses her retort as she crosses her arms, absolutely livid and severely disappointed as this is not how she thought this day would go.

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 There are two more coffee runs left before her internship ends and Elizabeth remembers her coat this time, thinking of the dark-haired man that had obviously been watching them. She shivers, nervous about returning to the subway, but wanting another chance to give Meliodas her information.

This time, when the screeching comes her stomach drops and flops, her heart sputtering with soft hope and her eyes burn as they fill. She swallows thickly, enters the subway when it stops and nervously taps her way to the center pole. She doesn’t feel him, not even eyes on her and she leaks one, and then another tear, as she realizes he isn’t coming anymore. ‘Maybe being strangers was his kink and after I knew his name... I missed my chance with him.’

Elizabeth though, she has other things in her life and she focuses on her internship and studying for her finals. She interviews for a position and does well, in her opinion. Her life goes on but each night she thinks of her beautiful stranger, Meliodas, and wonders what might have been if she had used her words better or acted sooner.

Diane comes back from her coffee run, two tiers of cups still in her hands as she rushes to her desk. “We’re going for ice cream tonight!” She gushes. “I suggested going for coffee but, you know, since he works at the shop.” Diane devolves into giggles before beaming at Elizabeth while turning to pass out the office’s orders. Tomorrow is their last day, Elizabeth's final coffee run. There is a small little nugget of jealousy but the dominant feeling is happiness that her friend Diane got a happy ending.

The rest of her day and night goes by in a blur.

She dresses with him in mind, a skirt with a lower cut blouse but skips the coat, trying to tell herself she isn’t thinking about him. That her decisions, no matter how small, are not with him in mind. The time trickles by. The seconds like minutes and minutes like hours until it’s time for the coffee run. Elizabeth tells herself it’s the last one, that from here on out the chances of her being free to take their train, to that part of the city, at this particular time, is very slim.

Elizabeth sighs as she heads out, her heaviness not leaving as she steps down into the cool underground. She sees all the other people waiting for the subway, already pulled up and waiting and vaguely peers around. On autopilot she follows the crowd, one of the last to enter and with no hurry at all, she pushes and wiggles her way to the center pole.

The subway rocks into motion before she reaches her support bar and everyone shifts, her included. She catches her footing, solemnly looking to the pole. A hand is there and she zeros in on it. Her heart soars, her face alight in pure optimism. She nears, dipping around a stray elbow but the man isn’t Meliodas and she watches him release the pole to face the seats, switching hands for a better grip as Elizabeth’s shoulders drop. In the center of the subway car she wraps her fingers around the metal, her last hopes dashed.

Not a moment later a warm body presses to her back. She flinches, jabbing an elbow back quickly which makes solid contact with hard ribs but the soft, “Ow, fuck,” that follows her jab stops her heart and movements. She starts to turn but he presses them closer, the pole hitting her chest and she looks down and slightly back to see his dark hoodie ends dangling around her hips. “You can’t look at me.” Meliodas starts, “I mean, for my plans, if it’s okay.” His voice dips low and she can’t pin the tone but eagerly she nods, stopping herself from peeking at his face for a better clue.

She has so many questions and before she loses her senses she reaches into her bag, digging around to find her name and number pre-written down. Her fingers grip around the slip of paper but his hand gliding over her waist draws her attention. His knuckles slide over the silk of her blouse and what he has between his fingers gives her a start.

“Oh.” She breathes, looking at the square foil with wide eyes. Absently she pulls the paper from her bag as she answers his unasked question. “Yes.” She whispers, “Please.” Her eyes pinch as he leans forward, going to his tiptoes to kiss her at the back of her neck, just under her ear, in appreciation. She bends away from the caress to give him more access and he exhales hotly as she listens to the tear of the foil and feels his hand and cock pressed to her rear as he rolls it over himself.

The thought and shock of what they are about to do turns to liquid warmth as it pools in her lower tummy. She shifts her thighs in impatience and curses herself for wearing panties. He lifts the back of her skirt and feels his scoff on her nape. “Do you trust me?” He whispers and although she pauses for a moment, she tilts her head back enough to feel her cheek against the side of his face. Her nod is subtle and gentle. “Good, because I need your panties out of our way and I don’t want to scare you.” He replies and she can hear his smirk, can picture it in her mind.

All thoughts vanish as cold steel touches her rear and she clams up, knowing it’s a knife at her backside. She doesn’t have time to assess where she went wrong as it slides against her, looping into her panties before he twists it. The blade slices through her underwear and it, along with his knife, is pulled away. “Oh.” She breathes, her body now pulsing and adrenaline pools her cream along her slit as she thinks, ‘He just cut my panties off.’

It’s hot and aggressive and Elizabeth finds it thrilling that he cannot resist. She feels him adjust, snuggle up to her ass with his hoodie slipping wide, and he lines his hard dick to her bare entrance. She pushes her booty back, assisting and nonverbally giving him permission. In one solid thrust, he enters her. He’s thick, and although his length isn’t anything to sneeze at, it’s his girth that impresses.

Elizabeth arches back, her neck stretching until it rests on his shoulder behind her. In their position, clothed and hiding from the other passengers, he moves gently, rocking with the motion of the subway. His dick surges, her core gripping at him as she rotates her hips as best she can. His arms fold around her, embracing her in a protective bear hug. His lips trail up her neck as he nuzzles her, rocking into her subtly, but enough to drive her into mewling softly. She’s fuller than ever, his hardness slipping between her thighs and his rhythm has her quaking internally.

Her gasps are breathy, hot exhales and he soaks them in, his hands shaking as they roam up her belly over her shirt. Meliodas cups her breast, fondling her in the hopes that everyone is too busy to watch. She grinds back against him and his solid stance resists, pushing himself further inside her.

Meliodas groans, his teeth graze along her shoulder as his lips part in a mock bite and he rocks a bit harsher. He’s unable to resist her welcoming warmth, the embrace of her gripping pussy walls has him losing his mind. It’s taking all his concentration to keep his movements subtle as his instinct is to claim her, to mark her with sucking kisses, to ram into her until he’s the only thing on her mind. He doesn’t know she’s already taken with him, and as her soft breathing shallows and her pussy walls grip, he feels her closing in on her orgasm. His thighs tense, his balls tighten as feeling her around him is the best place he’s ever been. He is only able to hold off spilling right then with the thought that he’s never seeing her again- that he wants their only time together to be memorable to her in the best of ways. ‘She’s leaving me where she found me.’

Her lips separate, her face angles to the fluorescent lights on the ceiling and she can’t breathe as a cascade of electric pulses spread up from the spot his dick hits, just right, inside. She comes apart and at this moment he is all she can think about. The paper in her fingers slips from her slackening grip, unnoticed. She unravels, and feeling her squeezing around him, milking him, it coaxes his pleasure, demands it. His legs flex taut from calf to glute and he cums in seemingly endless spurts as he groans against her neck.

The subway car slows, people around them start to gather up their bags and shuffle around. She’s panting, regaining her bearings and Meliodas, still semi-hard, slips from her with a wide shift of his hips to tuck himself back into his slacks. He rights her skirt, sweetly attempting to unwrinkle her clothes as best he can, his hand pets over her rear when her beautiful face, flushed and satisfied, looks to him.

His eyes roam over her features but he can’t meet her eyes. The subway squeaks to a stop as her hands weave into his locks and her plump lips brush his, bittersweet, as he thinks it’s a goodbye kiss. In his mind, her kisses are just like her, perfectly soft but so fleeting as both of them leave him forever changed. She inhales him, finally at ease with him at her side once more and she smiles against his lips glad to be reunited.

She has so many questions, where he’s been these last few trips and wanting to know almost every bit of information a person should have about another before dating. They skipped quite a few steps but this works for her. Meliodas pulls away first, taking her hand and guiding her to follow the other passengers now exiting the subway. She’s still in a bit of a haze from the surprise sex and she doesn’t question it as he moves onto the platform with her, walking across the yellow caution line of the subway station floor.

“I wish we hadn’t met,” Meliodas tells her. He releases her hand as she flinches, her palm raising to cover her mouth as it slackens. “Nothing will taste as sweet, be as soft or make me feel so much, now that you’ve slipped through my fingers.” She’s lost, a vast sea opens inside her and she bobs in the center trying to make sense of how she got here and why it seems like this is a final goodbye.

Confused, she looks to her hand for the paper with her phone number and she fumbles with her bag as she hoped it is inside. But, in the moment it takes her to look away, Meliodas returns to the subway car. The doors shut as she speaks, “I don’t want this to be over-”, she starts but he’s not where she left him. Her eyes instinctively know where to look and he has no reaction as the subway starts it crawl-like pace, away.

“No.” Elizabeth starts, a bubble of panic bursting as she steps over the line, toward him. His eyes widen, fearful she’ll come closer to the moving metro, that perhaps she is still recovering from their torrid tryst. “My phone number!” She yells and his gaze grows impossibly wider, mishearing her from the motions and people around him. The rail car picks up its pace, moving along and she doesn’t stop, another step closer as she reaches forward as if to force them back together.

A man neither of them knows grabs her upper arm and hauls her back, a firm expression on his face as he does not release her until the subway has vanished down the tracks. Meliodas' words are more true to her, understood in a way that twists her heart, now that he’s slipped from her fingers as well. She wrenches her arm from the man, who holds his hands up as if she had a gun and walks away with a scowl. Elizabeth is left, lost and alone on the platform, feeling as if her heart has dropped a hundred feet and that there is no way to get it back.

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Her last final exam is complete, she’s officially between jobs and it’s been a week and a half since Meliodas gently took her on their train. She looks to her phone for the time and if she’s planned it right, from this part of town she can hit their Metro car just right, although she’ll have to ride for a while. It’s worth it to her as she makes her way.

Today, she wore overalls, ones that are hard to get out of so will be extra difficult to get into. Elizabeth wants her wits about her and his skin to hers scatter her thoughts. She still isn’t sure what happened to the paper with her phone number and that bothers her, deeply, as she feels it is her fault their goodbye seemed so final.

She catches the subway. Two stops from where she normally gets on. Lately, in her limited spare time from her internship and finishing college, she’s been googling and searching for Meliodas. ‘How is it so hard to find someone with such a unique name? I must be spelling it incorrectly.’

Elizabeth keeps her eye out, each boarding passenger gets a disappointed frown and each hooded man about his size gets a double-take. While she waits she scrolls through public people on social media and when the names go too far off, she guesses another spelling. ‘Unless that isn’t his real name?’ She fears internally as that question buzzes at her insecurities like flies on rotting fruit. Elizabeth is obsessing, she knows it, but she needs closure. His final expression paired with his parting words gives her the conclusion that he thought she was ending it. She knows it falls to her to find him, that he probably isn’t even looking or trying to see her again.

Her usually boarding station comes and she rides for even longer, past her usual stop to then get off at the next one. She knows so very little about Meliodas, but she remembers him mentioning going to work so early just to see her on the train. An idea sparks and she hits businesses on her smartphone, the first thing that pops up is a Bar, the owner is named Meliodas. She selects maps and with walking directions its two blocks from the subway. Her heart jumps as it lines up, he would take this subway to work!

With eager steps, she follows her phone’s GPS. It isn’t until she is on the street she needs that it dawns on her it’s not open. She’s so close that she decides to follow the sidewalk until a wooden side hanging over the cement comes into view that reads, “Boar’s Hat.” It’s in old fashioned letters, a pig shape under the words. The front windows are clean, the wooden plank siding is dark, faded and in front is a nice porch. There is a smaller one above, but the floor upstairs has a ladder with buckets. It’s a clear sign that work is being done.

There is no closed sign but the lights are off. It doesn’t stop her though as she is curious and invested in this outcome. She climbs the steps up the porch to knock. With her first tap, the wood shifts in the frame and with a harder push the door swings wide before she yells inside, “Hello?” The bar is backlit, rows of amber liquid are showcased with the light, stools under the bartop. Elizabeth doesn’t enter, feeling as if it is wrong with the place obviously being empty.

She turns just as a man’s voice calls out. “We open in two hours!” She stops to look as the side door beside the bar opens, light spills into the room from what she sees is a kitchen and a tall man with spiking white hair wearing a rather dirty apron with the pig logo on it, assesses her. “You lost?” He asks, his eyebrow quirking as he picks up the end of his apron to wipe his hands on it.

“I was... looking for someone, maybe you know him?” Elizabeth’s voice is tentative as she is unsure if she is in the right place so she does feel lost. The man’s head tilts to the side, it’s his only indication he heard and is waiting. “Meliodas?” She asks, standing up and stepping in, her hands fold together before her in a nervous habit as her thumbs move over one another.

“Yeah, he’s the bartender.” His eyes narrow. Elizabeth nods at his words, her heart racing and eyes widening alongside her smile as she hopes she’s found him. She thanks the tall man, before releasing her hands to reach for the door handle intent to pull it closed, but stops to make sure this Meliodas is her stranger. “Messy blonde hair and green eyes?” Elizabeth bites her lip as she didn’t think adding, ‘smells like heaven and sex’ would help this man confirm any identities.

The man stares, it feels like minutes before his head tips back and he laughs, touching his belly as if to hold it in place. “Come in.” He turns, flipping some switches that light up the rest of the open area showing off wooden tables, a dartboard in the far corner and two pool tables. He moves to behind the bar, picking up a towel to loop over his shoulder. She doesn’t follow, peering around wearily before he calls out, “Is this who you are looking for?”

He’s holding up his phone, from across the room she can only make out broad details but the picture is enough to draw her in. She lets the door glide shut as she bellies up to the bar, her eyes filling as she sees Meliodas' face smiling at her with a shot glass to his lips in the image on this guy's phone. “Yeah.” She hushes, her throat thick. He taps at his phone before pausing, inquiring softly, “Just to be sure, how did you meet?”

Instantly, her face softens. “On the Eighth Avenue Express.” She answers and her new friend grins, tapping his phone with finality before putting the device to his ear. Vaguely he motions behind him, “You want something while you wait?” Elizabeth peers over his shoulder but it’s all hard liquor and she isn’t fond of it. Still, she reaches for her wallet, asking softly, “A Washington Apple, please.” The man chuckles again, refusing her outstretched ten-dollar bill and telling her, “I’m Ban.” She is about to give her own name but Ban looks away, a lower buzz coming from his receiver and she sits taller as he makes her the drink with a heavy shot of Crown Apple.

“Well fuck you too, Captain.” Ban quips into his receiver. “Just thought you’d like to know a woman is here for ya.” Ice clinks, he eyes her over before chuckling. “Is your name Elizabeth?” He leans his head in toward her and she nods. Ban cups his hand over the receiver as if to block Meliodas from hearing. “He asked me if you have ‘to die for tits’, but it’s a question I can’t really answer. Ya’know?” Her face burns as he pushes her the glass cup with her drink and his phone speaker reaches its limit as Meliodas yells but she cannot make out what he says.

Ban laughs, his tongue poking out playfully and Elizabeth looks down at her cup, wrapping her shaking hand around it. “Her cheeks flush all pretty-pretty pink, I think I embarrassed her.” Ban says before laughing again, “It’s not like I can force her to stay, so again, it’s something I can’t really guarantee.” He confusedly looks at his phone but Meliodas' name flashes before going dark. It’s obvious he hung up as Ban tucks it in his pants with a shrug.

“How’s the drink?” He asks, trying to be polite but she hasn’t taken a sip yet and she feels cornered into trying it now. It’s good and she nods, the alcohol not helping the warmth of her face calm but the nerves in her belly ease. For a while, he makes small talk and Elizabeth relaxes as he explained that Meliodas is on the way. It’s not ten minutes later that they hear tires squeal out front. “Must be him.” Ban announces, picking up his towel, tapping his knuckles on the top of the bar before walking to the kitchen door, “It was nice meeting you, Elizabeth.” He says before disappearing through the doorway.

She’s alone for all of thirty seconds before she stands, anxiously on her own. No one comes in and she steps toward the front door, bending to peer out the window where they heard the tires squeal. Elizabeth sees a few people milling around, cars on the road and she spins in a circle while wringing her hands, unsure what to do. A door slams, Ban’s voice sounds in the kitchen and she angles that way as the kitchen door opens once more and there is her stranger, standing wide and panting with clothes in disarray.

The two look the other over, eyes lingering and they both smile to the other in the same moment as they step in tandem, closer. Behind Meliodas, the door swings shut and Ban’s laugh echoes as they meet in the middle. “Hi.” She whispers and he smirks around his reply of, “Yo.” And the same desperate feelings spark, only amped up from being apart for seemingly so long. The gap between them disappears as they urgently come together and hands grip, tugging at clothes to pull the other closer. Their lips crash together, no time spared before their tongues dance, intertwining with hot breaths and throaty groans.

Her body reacts being so near Meliodas and tasting him has set her into overdrive. She slickens, her hands shaking and his are rough as they tug her shirt up. Elizabeth understands his desire, her own fingers searching over his chest to find the buttons preventing him from being revealed to her. The thought of finally seeing him, truly, it sets her movements into top speed where her roughness surprises him, but is an utter delight.

He’s hard, her creamy soft skin driving him wild and as they break to breath his face slips down her jaw to her neck. “I’ve wanted to see you, to feel you like this- without the limitations, for so long.” His voice groans against her neck as she undoes his shirt, flipping it back and down his shoulders. He growls, reluctant to pull away but disdainfully doing so to rip his arms through the sleeves, baring his contoured chest to her while abandoning his shirt on the floor of the bar.

She takes him in, looking from his strong biceps, across his hard pecs and then over his abs. All of this has been hiding from her and she reaches, eager to finally get her hands on him. “You next.” His smirk makes his eyes crinkle, wasting no time to lift her shirt to reveal her black lace bra.

Elizabeth slips her purse down to her elbow as she angles to pull her top off but the door to the kitchen shakes and Meliodas takes her wrist, spinning her toward the back where the pool tables sit. Ban’s head pokes out, leaning into the bar and he laughs, catching a flash of her bra covered tits before they can move away quick enough to escape. “They are nice,” Ban mutters as the two disappear into Meliodas' back office. Elizabeth giggles softly as Meliodas ushers her in with a grin and Ban is glad to see his friends smiling again.

Meliodas' office barely has room for the desk and two people inside makes it feel even smaller. On the desk is papers, a laptop cord and a bundled up brown accordion file on the wood top. The walls are newly painted, the shelves behind his chair are arranged with various items and Elizabeth spots a swatch of white fabric with a little bow in the center. As soon as Meliodas shuts the door behind him he fumbles for her shirt once more cooing, “This is the first time we’ve been alone together." She tosses her purse to his spinning office chair, helping by undressing as quickly as she can, nodding with his assessment.

Elizabeth kicks off her pants and tosses down her shirt with her hair cascading down around her shoulders falling from the fabric. In a blink, she’s only in her panties and bra. She dives into him, it’s more forceful than she intends. Meliodas loses his step and his back slams into the door behind him as her hot mouth searches his. Her almost bare chest presses to his and there is a jolt of adrenaline from the contact of their belly’s meeting, hips seeking and pressing. Flesh to flesh in such a way, after restrained for so long, is consuming them.

“Tell me you have a condom.” Elizabeth hushes against the side of his lips as she forces the front of Meliodas' jeans to open. Her hands push and his join her struggle before he’s bobbing free, hard as ever and she steps back to look. Meliodas groans, leaving his pants behind as he refuses to allow any gap between them.

His hard cock rubs against her thigh and he grinds in, breath faltering as it feels like he’ll break apart if he isn’t buried in her. “Yeah.” He takes her hips, guiding her to move with him while pressing every available bit of himself to her. His hand slaps at his desk drawer from the short side, fumbling as she lines up to rub her lacey core to slip over him, gliding along his shaft with shuddering pressure. Meliodas inhales her, forgetting what he is doing and going for the hook of her bra behind her. Elizabeth’s smooth, tempting skin calls to him and eagerly he frees her breasts. He’s felt them bare once in his life and he finds this a great disservice.

A long, appreciative exhale escapes Meliodas as Elizabeth’s bra slips down her arms and she tosses it away. His hands find her waist to push her back half a step. Her grip finds his shoulders while Meliodas stares. He’s naked, standing before her and her gaze flicks around him in delight. The sight of him twirls the warmth in her tummy. His head shakes from side to side as if in disbelief before he bends, moving his grip to her thighs and lifting her.

She squeaks softly, legs wrapping around his torso while her hands find his neck. His face presses to her chest, his stubble along his jawline slipping across her nipples, first one then the other as he breathes hotly, pressing open mouth kisses on her giving, soft mounds. “I live here now.” He whispers, hands gliding to cup both of her ass cheeks on either side of her hips. She giggles, the sound tickling down his spine as his lungs inhale as if trying to take as much of her into himself as possible.

He steps, spinning in place while carrying her when his mouth finds her dusky peak and he loses brain function from the feeling. He sweeps her rear across the short side of his desktop. Things scatter, papers and his thick accordion file crash to the floor but the bud tightens on his tongue causing a deep guttural groan to fill the room. He couldn’t give a flying fuck the mess they make. Her hands on his shoulders trail up his neck to fist in his hair, arching back, her legs slipping over his hips delicately.

They line up, her panties the only defense as his cock points home, pressing into the fabric on pure instinct. “Meliodas.” She breaths, quietly, toes stretching behind him as he nips at her breast, his arms embracing her to glide his palms up her back. Her skin is like an addiction, everything about her calls to him like a thousand burning suns but the sound of his name leaving her lips breeches through the intoxication.

With a vicious growl he pulls away from her, the soft needy keen that escapes her throat doesn’t help matters but he wrenches his desk drawer open all the way so as not to waste time digging. “I know there is a string of condoms in here.” He is careless as he pushes pens aside, a box of paperclips falls to the ground and burst open in a spray of glinting metal but he’s triumphant when he pulls four condoms still connected from inside the disrupted mess.

Elizabeth takes the time to wiggles out of her panties, they slip down to her knees then glide down her calves to loop around her ankles. The sight freezes Meliodas, as this is the first time she’s been bare to him. He’s jealous of the bit of fabric that gets to cup her sex all day, that gets to abosorb her sweet scent and wrap around her hips. She reaches for him and he steps wide around the open drawer, unable to deny her, especially not when it’s him she wants.

Her panties drop to the floor.

Elizabeth’s soft fingertips are delicate as they leave tingles across his cheek bones. He rips the condom packaging while her soft lips gift his with her sweet little kisses. Each one is like a new spark lighting his fire, more fuel to the burning inside him. Her touch is leisurely, as if intent to feel every dip of his flesh. She trails over his collar bone, her hands tightening his own nipples when she feels over his pecs and her legs hook over his as she shimmies her ass to the edge of his desk. “If you take me in here, you’ll think of me when you’re working.” She whispers against his mouth while feeling over his ribs before gripping her fingers into his back to pull him closer.

“I think of you always, but just to be sure lets do this in every place imaginable so I can never escape thoughts of you.” He chuckles against her when he begins rolling on the condom and her laugh is more fulfilling than any sound he’s ever heard. “Okay,” she breathes, rocking against him before he’s even finished rolling to the base of his dick.

The tip of him slips against her slickness, pressing against her core and she rocks again. Her mouth parts to exhale hotly across his face. He’s falling quickly under her spell once more and in a blink, his hands smack to the wood on either side of her thighs to surge into her with a solid thrust that forces her legs apart farther. His legs spread to find the optimal stance. His calves grow taut, and as he rams home he works a chorus of noises to slip from between her plump, parted lips, he palms her ass to pull her into his rhythm.

Her hands grab at him, digging into his flesh as she rocks, her legs pressing against the back of his thighs. She’s full of him and tears sting her eyes as her palms smooth down his tensing back to grab at the swell of his ass around his hips to return the favor of pulling him into his thrusts. He swirls, stirring inside her. Her back stretches, her head tilting up to face the ceiling as a long moan slips forth. He’s everywhere. Meliodas' chest grows slick from sweat, his hair matting partially to his forehead and she feels him slide his entire body against hers as he dips his nose to her neck.

His lips part along her tendons there, his dick surging and stirring in the best repeating motion. Her toes curl and then spread. Her breathing quickens, her noises growing louder as he sucks at her throat, hands roaming as she’s meeting his every push with her own. “Meliodas.” She moans, fingers digger faster and hips pressing firmer. He’s on the edge of his own release but he wants her to come apart for him, desires her pleasure more than his own.

“Fuck.” He hisses, holding himself back by biting his own lip, adding pain to distract from the drowning sensations of the sheer euphoria she induces. He’s trapped in her whirlwind and he has zero desire to escape. Elizabeth arches, her orgasm sparking and she leans away as her spine stretches as if to accommodate the eruption of sensations that wash over her. She loses function of her legs as they tremble, her soft inner walls pulsing with her waves and he groans, low and guttural as he cannot endure resisting his own release a moment longer.

Not with him finally seeing her expression as she climaxes. Her bottom lip trembles, her eyes are half lidded, unseeing and she flushes unlike her shy blush or her embarrassed one. This one is special. The slope of her neck stretches and he drinks her in a second before his own ejaculation. She’s squeezing him for everything he has and with her legs quaking around him his touches morph from frenzied to endearing. Spurt after spurt leaves him and as she sags back over the desk he feels as if he’s been sucked dry, his balls empty.

“You’re beautiful,” he professes, loving her hair cascading over his desk and how her breasts look while she’s laying. They are still joined and he rocks slowly into her just to feel her spasm with leftover pleasure, her tummy rippling with her muscles twitching. “I missed you.” She replies, her relaxation after such a mind blowing orgasm is nothing to how she softens now, looking at him, before her eyes widen.

Elizabeth’s thoughts snap her into focus and she bends, catching her breath while twisting enough to reach into her purse sitting on the office chair to her left. She finds what she needs among the chaos of her bag and offers him her phone. He takes it, curious. “Now you can call me,” Elizabeth whispers, “to swap numbers and ask me out. For you, I’m a sure thing on the first date,” she jokes. Meliodas swallows, chuckling lowly before dialing his own number in. When it rings from his pants pockets on the floor his breathing comes easier and his face shifts to utter adoration as he gazes at her.

This time, he gets to keep her, and neither of them are keen to let the other go ever again.

[babbushka]

I would love to see V: “Velvet is the best material ever.” with Flip, about a reader who doesn't get dressed up often or something? Idk you have complete creative freedom, I just really like that prompt. Also your writing totally rocks !

Please accept my most humble of apologies for how long this has taken. 

(new prompt submissions are closed for right now! I’ve got quite a few to get through though, so please keep an eye out for those!)

Word count: 1400

Warnings: mild smut but not really this is really tame lol

When you opened the front door after the sounding of the doorbell rang,you hadn’t recognized your husband for a moment. Gone were his worn flannel andcomfy jeans that you had kissed him goodbye in that morning, replaced instead witha very simple yet elegant black suit. He had combed his hair nicely so that thelayers framed his striking face, and he smelled of the cologne you buy him eachyear as a Hanukkah gift.

“Hello handsome.” You grinned, stepping onto the porch andclosing and locking the door behind you.

“Hi ketsl, you look stunning.” Hegreeted you, leaning down to kiss you sweetly.

You wore a black velvet dress,long sleeved to keep your arms warm against the chill of the early Spring evening,but with a completely open back. Flip’s hand hovered just there as the two ofyou walked down the few steps to his truck, where he held the door open for youand helped you in, your shoes looking beautiful but not doing much to helpagainst the last bits of ice leftover from the blizzard last week.

“Are you going to be comfortablefor the two hour drive?” He asked, once he rounded the other side of the truckand climbed in.

“Yes, I’ll be alright. Thank youagain for taking me, I’m so excited!” You beamed up at him.

“Anything for my girl on ouranniversary.” Flip leaned over to kiss you once more, making you blush with affection.

The Central City Opera House wasone of the oldest in the country, and you had never been. You had recently uncoveredsome old records of operas at a secondhand store, and you had been playing themnonstop as background music to help keep you company while Flip was at work,but you found yourself falling in love with the music and even went so far as togo to the library to read translated versions of the words.

Flip had no fucking clue what anyof it was or what it meant, but he knew it made you happy. So, he got dinnerreservations at a nice steakhouse near the theater, and tickets for theupcoming performance of Tosca, whichwas your latest favorite.

The drive up to Central City wasa fun one, filled with excitement and light jokes. Flip told you of his day atwork, and you caught him up on the gossip of the neighborhood. You kept onehand on Flip’s knee the whole drive, and he would snatch it up and press kissesall over it at any red lights making you laugh brightly. Any time it got too close to his crotch he would pinch your thigh, but that just spurred you on.

“You should probably cut back onthe steaks.” You teased him once the two of you were tucked away in acandle-lit booth at the upscale restaurant Flip had gotten reservations for. Hehad ordered filet mignon for the occasion, and you shook your head fondly. Youneeded him healthy, to take care of you, to take care of any children you mighthave.

“You feed me too well, I’m notworried.” Flip rolled his eyes in response. He swore he probably ate morevegetables in the time that you were married than he had his whole life prior.  

“Six years of me feeding you, anddare I say you look better than the day we met.” You agreed with a smile. Hehad always been attractive, but there was something about him now that he wasin his thirties that just drove you wild. You absolutely chalked it up to yourfamous cooking, certainly not genetics or biology or anything like that.  

“I can’t believe you’ve put upwith me for six whole years.” Flip blushed ever so slightly, reaching to takeyour hand across the table. “Boy am I one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”

“Don’t talk about Esther that way.”You grinned, squeezing his hand playfully. “Come sit over here, I’m lonely.”

“We’re going to sit next to eachother for three hours, and then another two hours home.” Flip chuckled, gettingup anyway and cozying up to your side on the booth. He knew it wouldn’t havebeen proper to drape an arm around your shoulder – this was a two Michelin starafter all – so he settled for lacing the fingers of his right hand with that ofyour left.

“I don’t care.” You beamed,pleased to be next to your best friend.

“Sometimes I wish I could marryyou all over again ketsl.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and then releasedyour hand so that the two of you could eat – couldn’t have that filet gettingcold.

“I wouldn’t say no to a secondhoneymoon.” You teased, and Flip found himself thinking how he could get awaywith taking you on a long vacation, he wanted to give you everything he could.

He felt that way too when he hadbooked the opera tickets, but when it came time to actually sit through the thing,he realized he really didn’t like opera at all. The stage and the building werenice, but he had no idea what the people were saying, and the booklet didn’thelp when he got lost.  

“What’s happening now?” Hewhispered into your ear for the fifth time.

You were enraptured, practicallychewing your lip from the tension of it all. Yes you had listened to the songsat home a dozen times, but it was so much different seeing it live!

“Spolleta, just told Scarpia thatAngelotti killed himself. Scarpia declared that Mario must be executed toounless Tosca gives in to his advances. If she does, Scarpia will stage a mockexecution.” You whispered back, much to the annoyance of the people next toyou, but you paid them no mind. You were having an amazing time with yourhusband.

“That’s very dramatic.” Flipremarked, scanning the pages of the booklet to try and catch up to where theyactually were in the plot – he had been a good five pages off, no wondernothing made sense.

“That’s opera.” You winked,snuggling up against him in the dim light of the theater.

He watched you the whole time, sneakingglances and holding your hand. Every now and again you would catch him looking,and you would smile, try your best not to laugh and really piss off the people next to you. 

Eventually, the giggling won,particularly when your stomach had rumbled a bit during a quiet moment, you hadto cover your mouth to not get completely kicked out. Flip thought that was worthevery minute of confusion, seeing you enjoy yourself.

“I was thinking…” You said oncethe opera was long done and the two of you were back at home. “I’d like us totry and start a family.”

You had spoken about it before,late night conversations about kids and the future, many times. You were bothon the same page; wanting to wait until the timing was right, wanting to makesure you both were mentally and financially prepared to care for a child, butyou felt that the time was right. Something in your mind just seemed to click.

“Are you sure?” Flip asked, freezinghalfway through shrugging off his suit jacket that he looked devilishlyhandsome in.

“More than sure, it was all I couldthink about all evening.” You blushed.

He rushed to your side, handswinding around the back of your dress, feeling up the soft fabric.

“Velvet is the best material ever,” Flip murmured, his lips against yourneck, “But I need to get you naked, now.”He pulled down the zipper that held your dress on, and tugged your arms free ofthe sleeves, letting the fabric drop to the floor.

It was almost funny how quickly Flip’sbrain short-circuited, when your completely naked body was revealed to him. Youhad forgone undergarments, planning that the evening would take this sort ofturn.

“God you’re such a slut, I loveyou.” Flip groaned, pressing his face right in between your breasts and suckingat the skin just at your sternum.

“Happy anniversary honey.” Youlaughed, squealing as he slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoesand carried you up the stairs two at a time.

A happy anniversary indeed.

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