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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months ago

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reckless

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, male receiving oral, aged up!rafe (28), age gap (reader is 20), reader kinda dumb and stupid tbh, breaking and entering but actually technically she didnt break anything so just entering, urban exploring

“stay away from that house.” your friend warns, following your eyesight to get light shining from only one window, the rest of the house covered in shadow.

“why?” you question, curiosity growing.

“some asshole lives there. i guess he got real rich when he was young and now he spends all his time inside hiding. the whole island hates him but nothing he did was bad enough to land him in prison…” your friend gives you a serious look. “or at least nothing they can prove.”

you're new to the outer banks, but she already knows your personality. you're defiant and confident, afraid of nothing.

it's why despite her warnings the next night you're scaling up the fence and hopping over to the other side. you note the well taken care of yard, whoever this guy is must still employ a lawn crew.

you keep your footsteps light but unhurried as you walk around the exterior of the enormous house, still just the one window with a light on, like no one else has been in any other part of the home for a long time.

you figure a house like this might have security, but you live only a block away and would certainly get to your house before any cops would show up.

you peer in a few windows, but it's too dark inside to really make out anything. you make your way into the backyard, looking down the long dock to see a yacht. you consider exploring that first before shaking your head and focusing back in on the house.

in your old city, you had a habit of breaking into places. not to steal or damage anything, just for the thrill of getting in and looking around, knowing you're not supposed to be there.

you peer in through the glass doors. it's not that late, only 11pm, but you figure the old man who lives here must already be upstairs and hopefully asleep as you grip the handle.

you wait to hear an alarm from just your touch, but when the house remains silent, you attempt to turn the handle, surprised and happy that it's completely unlocked as you slide it open.

you step into the living room, looking around at the intricate and clearly expensive decorations. your friend was definitely right about this guy being rich, but of course he is if he lives in a neighborhood like this.

“damn.” you mutter to yourself, stepping closer to a fancy vase sat on a table. you purposely leave the glass door open in case you need to make a quick escape out.

your eyes take in every piece of art hung on the wall and gold detailed lamps as you head further into the house, peeking into rooms as you quickly map out the layout. you note the stairs in the center hallway leading up, able to tell there's one light on and deciding quickly to avoid it.

you make like the rush of breaking into places, but you certainly don't like getting caught as you tiptoe into the kitchen next. out of pure curiosity, you open a couple cabinets to find them well stocked.

you focus in on the fridge next. you don't intend to steal but maybe this guy has a couple bottles of beer that won't be missed.

you frown when you realize it's mostly healthy food and energy drinks as you close the fridge, practically jumping out of your skin when you realize there's a tall man with his arms crossed, leaning against the cabinet.

“what are you doing here?” you yell, backing up and putting the island between you and him.

“bold of you to ask me that considering you're the one breaking into my house.” the man's voice is easy going and gentle despite the circumstances.

“your house?” you look the guy up and down. “i thought the guy who lived here was old.”

he moves to the island, placing himself directly in the middle so you can't bolt away, a movement you're very aware of.

“and what made you think that?” he questions. it's hard to tell in the low light, only the faint glow of buttons on the fridge and a bit of moonlight creeping in, but he looks young. your guess is late 20s or early 30s, not like the senior citizen you were picturing.

“my friend told me some asshole-” you cringe at the bad choice of words but continue on. “lives here who got rich when he was young.”

“hm, yeah that does sound like me.” the guy hums. “so what, you were gonna steal from me?”

“no.” you quickly shake your head. “i don't steal, i have no need. i just… like urban exploring.” you decide on saying.

“mmm, isn't that usually exploring abandoned places?” he questions, somehow still carrying on the conversation so naturally, like you're an invited guest rather than a trespasser.

“i thought this place was basically abandoned. like i said, thought you were old.” you shrug.

“well, im only 28, so if you consider that old.” he crosses his arms, muscles bulging.

“im 20.” you say, swallowing thickly.

you can see the gleam in the man's teeth as he smiles. “interesting… come with me.”

his command is so effortless, you find your feet moving before your mind catches up, following him deeper into the house and up the stairs.

“what are you going to do with me?” you ask, worrying he's going to call the cops. your parents would be pissed if only a week after they move you out of the big city you get arrested again.

“did your friend happen to tell you why i stay in this house?” he hums, opening a door and beckoning you in. you quickly realize this is the bedroom with the lights always on.

“um, just that you did something and no one likes you.”

“that's exactly right, even though i did nothing wrong. i only ever wanted to protect my family.” you see anger briefly take over his features as he relieves whatever memory that made him so hated. “but still, it's hard being lonely.”

he takes a couple steps forward, swinging the door shut behind him to keep the two of you in there, alone. “it's why id like your company…”

“y/n.” you mumble your name. you don't bother to give a fake name.

“y/n.” the name rolls seamlessly off his tongue, like a purr. “im rafe.”

“what do you mean by company, rafe?” now that you're in the light and can get a good look at him, you're hoping it's what you're thinking.

“isn't it obvious?” he quirks his head to the side. “i want you to sleep with me.”

“okay.” you whisper. you're certainly not inexperienced or against sleeping with random guys, even if your friend did warn you about him. you've already gone two whole weeks without getting anything, and you're starting to feel a little high strung.

“perfect.” rafe crosses past you, placing himself on the edge of the. neatly made bed. “undress.”

his command is once again so simple and effective that your hands begin moving instantly, pulling off your tank top to reveal your bright pink bra before sliding your shorts down next to show off the matching underwear.

you turn your back towards rafe and look over your shoulder as you slide your panties down, revealing your bare ass and pussy before kicking off your sandals.

you walk over to rafe slowly, a smile on your face as you undo the last piece of clothing covering you and let your bra drop to the floor.

“fuck, you're sexy.” rafe leans forward and grabs you, hands gripping your ass, squeezing the plump flesh there. he doesn't bother to wait for you to recover as he sits you onto his lap, cunt being pressed into his thigh as his mouth devours yours.

you can feel his need in the kiss, how starved he is from touch as you begin to kiss back, hands rubbing all over his front.

you only briefly stop the kiss to yank his shirt off. you're not surprised by his muscles, you could tell how perfectly built he was even in the dark kitchen.

rafe begins to slide your pussy against his pants, wetting his thigh as your clit drags against the material.

“fuck, you're already so wet.” rafe moans into your mouth. you don't pause to tell him that you always get a little bit wet in excitement when breaking into a new place.

“let me blow you.” you slide off, already missing the feeling on your pussy as you pull at rafes pants. he lifts his hips to help you and you waste no time, pulling his underwear down as well.

rafes cock pops up, hard and ready for attention. you push his thighs open with your hands so you can nestle between his legs, smiling as you watch a bead of precum from before licking it clean.

“god.” rafe groans, a hand fisting in your hair, tangling his fingers into the strands. “it's been so long since someone else has touched me.”

you feel bad for rafe in that moment, but it's quickly forgotten in favor of wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and giving it an intense suck, wanting to show him a truly good time.

you begin to bob your head, slowly taking more and more of his length into your mouth. he's not the biggest you've ever gotten with, but his girth certainly makes up for it as you get used to him pushing at the walls of your throat.

you'll certainly need more attention to your pussy to be able to take him as you reach down and rub your fingers against your clit, wanting to jump on his cock the second you're done blowing him.

“how are you only 20?” rafe asks, talking mostly to himself considering your mouth is occupied. “you suck dick so well.”

you don't want to comment that you've had lots of experience, but you have a feeling he won't judge you for it. so many guys sleep around yet want every girl to be a virgin, and that's certainly something you don't subscribe to.

with a final push, you're able to take rafe all the way down as you nuzzle your nose into his skin, gagging slightly but able to hold for a decently long time before you need to pull off to take a deep breath.

“come up here, baby.” rafe says, tugging your hand that isn't still playing with your pussy. “want to fuck you.”

you wipe your mouth before standing up, glad you weren't on your knees for long as you move onto the bed.

“fuck me good, daddy.” you purr out, staying on your hands and knees and swaying your ass to entice rafe as he moves behind you.

“oh, i will baby.” rafe rubs his cock through your folds, not bothering to offer to put on a condom when you so clearly don't care.

rafe teases you, pressing slightly against your entrance before going back to rubbing against you until you're frustrated and aching. you're about to open your mouth to complain, to tell him to hurry it up, when his cock plunges inside of you in one quick motion that has you screaming out.

“oh, fuck!” you squeal as rafe instantly begins pounding into you.

rafe smiles as he looks towards the window, slightly cracked. he hopes the neighbors hear your screams and moans of pleasure and learn that he's not just willing to stay inside for the rest of his life. no, rafe is crafting his revenge against the town and when the time comes, they will all regret the way they treated him.

rafe looks down at you as he thrusts into you, your head hung forward and curls bouncing with every movement as he punishes your cunt.

“shit.” rafe groans, pulling out to quickly flip you onto your back.

his mouth meets yours just as his cock reenters you, kissing you wildly while he thrusts without abandon, letting himself loose on you.

rafe can feel himself swelling inside of you and tries his best to hold back from cumming, fingers reaching to your clit to focus on your pleasure before his own, wanting to extend this as long as possible.

“god, you feel so good.” you moan out, jaw slackened even as rafe continue to kiss around your mouth, eyes glossed over in pure pleasure.

“yeah?” rafe smiles. “you gonna cum for me?”

“mhm. keep- keep rubbing.” you tilt your head back as he swipes over your clit, back and forth, building you up while his cock fills out your insides.

“come on, baby.” rafe moans out, kissing you again, unable to stop even though he wants to hear your moans. his hips move faster and faster until he can't hold back anymore, pulling out and releasing all over your stomach in long ropes.

you squeal out as he pinches your clit, triggering your own orgasm as your entire body shakes, back arching off the bed.

“fuck!” you shout. “rafe!”

you both flop against the mattress, breathing heavily as you recover, pussy dripping wet onto his blankets.

“thanks for the company.” rafe smiles, causing you to laugh.

“yeah, always happy to stick around.” you giggle, leaning into his side. there's certainly no shame cuddling up to him after what you just did.

“would you… would you come back tomorrow?” rafe asks, pushing a strand of hair off where it was sticking to your face.

“first week in a new town and i already found myself a fuck buddy? hell yeah ill come back tomorrow.” you kiss rafe quickly before standing up off his bed, putting your tanktop and shorts back on but leaving your wet panties and bright bra on the floor.

“but have pizza, im a classy girl after all, i only let you fuck me once before buying me dinner.” you walk out of the bedroom to rafes deep chuckle.

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mask131 · 9 months ago

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I want to briefly adress another BIG misconception about Greek gods that has (quite recently) been going on around the Internet. And it is again part due to the Percy Jackson TV show. I insist on the "TV show", because as we now know, the TV show made some changes to the book's original plotline when it came to the gods interacting with their children (like Athena's move with Echidna *cough cough*), and as a result here is what I have been hearing here and there.

"Yeah, well the Greek gods were all assholes, right, but what PJ REALLY got right was that they were especially assholes to their own children and the worst abusive parents ever".

... No?

In fact this is almost a counter-interpretation of Greek mythology, because in Greek myths and legends, the whole point was that, when a god was being an "asshole" as you say, they were an asshole to everybody... except their children. One of the reasons the Greek gods can look "bad" by modern standards is precisely because they had an habit of favorizing their own children, and taking care about them more than about other beings.

The most famous of these myths is of course Demeter's immense love and hyper-protection of Persephone - just look at the trials she went through to find her back after she disappeared.

Another famous example is how Poseidon turned on Odysseus and plagued him with curses and monsters for blinding his son - Polyphemus the cyclop (and the whole point here is that Poseidon favorized his son, despite his son being the actual criminal and monster in the case)

Ares, who was not one of the best gods, still went on an avenging mode every time his children were attacked, from the dragon slain by Cadmos to the rape of Alcippe.

There's how Apollo went berserk after the death of Asclepios. There's how Herakles had planned to be favorized by Fate since his birth thanks to Zeus, and how the entire reason Zeus inflicted on his wife the atrocious torture of hanging chained up by the sky was because he had enough of her constantly tormenting Herakles in the worst ways possible. Even Athena ended up taking care of Erichthonius as her own child despite her not being his true mother - showing that even the virgin, sexless, childless goddess has a mothering side to her.

It all goes back to Gaia, and how she keeps turning against Zeus for each time vanquishing her children - from the Titans, to the Giants, to Typhon - despite these children being again, bad news and even hurting Gaia herself. Another example of "primordial motherhood": Nyx shelters Hypnos from Zeus' wrath in the Iliad, and not even Zeus would dare anger such an elderly mother-goddess. And if we push beyond the boundaries of Greek mythology and into the very late Roman literature, we see this trend continues with Aphrodite's smothering-mothering of Eros during the Psyche legend.

A good lot of conflicts and feuds and problems in Greek mythology was precisely due to how much the gods loved their children, and how protective they were of them - with the problem that the god had the tendency to be blind to whether their children were good or evil, victims or criminals.

This is why, for example, Zeus and Hera's relationships to their children were especially important and unique in Greek myths, in the light of this god's tendency to favorize and spoil and protect their own children.

On Hera's case, her action of, for example, throwing Hephaistos into the sea at birth just because he is "ugly" is meant to come off as massively shocking. Remember that in a good bunch of Greek myths, Hera had a negative, evil, dangerous side to her, that popped up in various ways - from her jealous, vain, angry personality to how in some versions she literaly gave birth to Typhon... Unlike Zeus, who was the "ultimate father", Hera wasn't (in myths, I insist) seen as a postive mother, and was more of a mother-of-monsters avatar (after all, she did command a lot of Greek monsters), or an anti-mother (she was the one who prevented Leto from giving birth, a powerful symbol).

On the other side, Zeus was also seen regularly punishing or being very harsh to his children, but there was the secret to his character: Zeus had to act both as a father, and as a king. He embodied the all loving ancestor and the all powerful father, but he also had to act as the embodiment of law and of justice, and those two aspects of his personality clashed a lot. We see him punish his divine children regularly, but almost always because his role as the enforcer of the law primed over his role as a father - for example when he wanted to throw Apollo into Tartarus because he had caused a Cyclop genocide out of anger. But he still had this same "over-parenting" side as the other gods. Again, Herakles was one of his favorite children and he tried to arrange everything so that he could have the greatest life ever - but his official side as the "political" and "civilization" god caught up to him when Hera tricked him into swearing away the gifts he had intended for Herakles. Despite Zeus' immense love for his son, his oath and the law he embodies took over and prevented him from sheltering Herakles from Hera's hatred. The most revealing case of this "father vs king" aspect of Zeus' personality comes from the Iliad: it is the death of Saperdon.

When Zeus looks upon the Trojan War and sees that his son will soon die, he is very heavily tempted from interfering. He explicitely wishes to save him, and to change the scales of fate to avoid his impending death (because remember in the Iliad Zeus was still the god of fate who literaly weighed humans' destinities in his scale). That's his "father" side showing up. But then Hera, who is by his side, who is his queen and thus his "political" side, reminds him of his duty as a king and of his role as ultimate judge of the world and ruler of the gods. She points out he would break the very own law he imposed of not interfering with the mortal conflict. She reminds him that, as the setter of examples, if he saved Sarpedon, he would create a precedent and other gods could also start saving their own children from the war. She reminds him that he has a role as the god of law and fate, and that he can't allow his personal feelings to interfere in the matter, else he would be unfair and unjust. And thus, Zeus resignates himself to let his son die before his eyes - but he still shows his immense love for him by both sending a shower of blood as a sign of his grief, and then ordering Apollo, Hypnos and Thanatos in person to carry Sarpedon's corpse away (predating future legends about great kings and heroes taken into the afterlife by supernatural figures, like Arthur collected by Morgan and the ladies of Avalon).

In conclusion: having the gods act as if they were all bad, abusive, absent parents not getting involved in their children's life or not caring about them is actually going against what the mythology originally said in terms of characterization. The untold rule of Greek mythology was that, if gods were bad parents, it would be because they were too loving, too protective, too smothering, too spoiling, interfering too much. Not the other way around - unless you were Hera, of course. Meanwhile, having the gods act as "assholes" and bullies towards OTHER GODS' children, now that would be accurate to Greek mythology (this is the very basis of Hera's cycle of legends as a persecuting goddess). But the gods usually stuck by the side of their own children - a bit like how in a school's football or soccer game the parents end up fighting each other because of what their children did or did not do in the game.

#greek mythology #greek gods #greek goddesses #zeus #hera #misconceptions #percy jackson

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juuuulez · 5 months ago

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📰 | carmen berzatto x reader ; “Proximity.”

info: Carmen Berzatto x Reader, no pronouns (but written with fem! in mind), NYC era, tired Carmy, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs (cocaine/weed), you’re Carmen’s roommate.

summary: Carmen is your roommate: who happens to have terrible sleeping habits.

we rot, thinkin' lots about nothing / yeah, i could spend a lifetime / sitting here talkin' — comfort crowd, conan gray.

i don't feel like nothing special / i snag my tights out on the lawn chair / guess i’m a mess and play the role — i might say something stupid, charli xcx.

okay so BASICALLY this is kid krow boyfriend x brat girlfriend. expect three parts to this cute lil series my slayers. i’m insatiable and music makes me write.

“Jesus, what’ve I said about sleepin’ on the couch?”

Your voice is a shrill whine in the small apartment. The space itself is dingy, a two-bedroom joint in New York City. Mess forms on just about every surface, namely the coffee table, stacked high with a combination of culinary books, trays of pencils, and dirtied ashtrays.

Heels clack as you clamber into the living room, dropping down to your knees aside the couch. Carmy is dead to the world, passed out with his face pressed into the cushion, hair all tangled and wild.

You grab onto his shoulder, trying to push him upright with an exasperated groan. It doesn’t work. Finally, you use sharp, manicured nails to tug at his ear, a sharp pinch that finally awakens your roommate.

“Fuck.” Carmen grumbles, only pushing his face deeper into the pillow to evade any further scolding.

“Get off the couch, asshole.” You continue to berate him, “You pay for a room, so go sleep in it.”

Living in New York was expensive. So, you advertised for taking in a roommate. Someone lowkey who would stay out of your business, keep their shit to themselves, and best case scenario, help cook every now and then.

Carmen Berzatto seemed like the jackpot.

Except he was run absolutely ragged. Sure, the restaurant he worked at was classy, whatever. You didn’t care enough to indulge in the details. But the man would work for hours on end, and pass out on the first surface he could find.

Which brought you back to the problem at hand.

“I’m serious.” You continue, “I wanna watch Grey’s Anatomy before bed and have my joint. It’s my nightly ritual, you gotta fuckin’ move.”

At this point you were leaning your full weight against him, pushing Carmen deeper into the cushion. He groaned and finally rolled over, prompting you to let go, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

“Y’can’t watch it in y’er room?” He asks.

You huff, sitting on the hardwood floor in defeat. “No. There’s no TV in there, and my phone is dead.”

Carmen finally clears his foggy vision, blinking tiredly as he inspects your form, slumped on the ground beside him. A tight little black top clings to you, along with a matching pencil skirt.

“Did y’go out?” He asks, gaining some sense of awareness. The pair of you didn’t discuss personal stuff, most of the time Carmen had no idea what you were up to.

He was an early riser, you weren’t. Carmen would get home after a long shift and pass out, while you still roamed the streets late into the night. In a way, it was nice, as the pair of you wouldn’t often clash or argue for you simply weren’t in each other’s way.

Except for now, of course.

“Yes.” You huff, “And now it’s late and ‘m tired and have a headache. All I wanna do is watch Grey’s Anatomy and pass out on my,” You punctuate the word by stealing the throw pillow from him. “couch.”

There’s nowhere to argue. Technically, it was your couch. It was your apartment. Carmen knew he should be grateful, given that he simply had to pay a portion of rent, yet wasn’t responsible for the financial burden of all the furniture you’d collected beforehand.

Instead of just moving, Carmen finds himself wondering about your night. The headache. “How much did y’drink?” He asks.

You catch on, standing with an irritated groan. The throw pillow is tossed back down, to which Carmen grips it and pulls it to his chest. He wants to fall back asleep so badly. But now you’re causing a commotion, leaning against the wall and prying each heel off with huffs of frustration, throwing them somewhere down the hallway.

“It’s not the alcohol, it’s Katie’s bum-ass coke.” You complain loudly. “She gets it for free ‘cus she’s fucking this guy, but it’s just not good. Like, I can feel my brain cells evaporating and screaming like it’s a fiery wreck up there.”

Carmen hums, fiending understanding. Of course. It’s definitely not one of his favourite things about you. But, it’s not really his place to step in, to point out all the terrible choices you make. Sometimes he finds himself tempted to, but has to remember that would make things weird.

You didn’t want his baggage. Fuck, Carmen certainly didn’t want yours. It was a box that shouldn’t be opened, a line that won’t be crossed.

“Y’ever think about.. just not doing it?” Carmen ends up saying, his voice quiet and tentative, unable to help himself but prod the tiniest bit.

Thankfully, you brush it off, dumping a shiny pile of jewellery onto the coffee table to join the existing mess. “Yeah, right. Then I’ll get massive FOMO and it’ll kill the entire vibe. Great advice. Now scooch.”

Carmen has no choice but to shift as your stocking-clad foot nudges his thigh. There’s a hole in it, around your ankle, and he absentmindedly wonders how that happened. Regardless, he sits further up on the couch, making room for you to ungracefully slump beside him. It’s a close proximity, but one he’s slowly gotten adjusted to, finding that you’re the kind of person who simply doesn’t care about all these little touches.

The ones that make Carmen all flustered and nervous, the ones he’ll overthink whenever his mind isn’t so loud.

You lay on your side, legs curled up in the space that isn’t occupied by Carmen’s thighs. It looks like you’re ready to sleep in this position, and Carmen resists making a comment about how hypocritical that would be.

There’s a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again.

“What’s the time, anyway?” Carmen asks.

You give a little shrug, the motion halfhearted and yet full of effort. “Like, three. Wanted to leave earlier, but it was this whole big thing.”

Carmy doesn’t bother indulging, instead giving a short hum as he thinks about it. All this time, and yet he’s never met any of your friends. You don’t bring them over, mostly because you’re barely home at night. He wonders if they’re like you.

“Shoes.” You suddenly pipe up again, a foot once again nudging him. “Y’were sleepin’ in them.”

He looks down, noticing the fact that his sneakers are still on. It makes his brows furrow, brain still all hazy from sleep, resisting the urge to melt back into the couch and continue his nap.

“Wasn’t thinking.” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his eyes once more. They sting slightly with the light you’ve turned on down the hall, the one neither of you will get up to switch off.

With the last of his willpower, Carmen toes off his shoes, letting them land somewhere underneath the coffee table. One of your heels lingers nearby, too.

“Clearly.” You mumble, “Your bedroom is three steps away, and you’re sleeping here. Weirdo.”

It’s not exactly venomous, and if Carmen was any other person he’d probably smile. Laugh a little. But he’s not. The pair of you are so different to the point where Carmen struggles to understand you, and to combat this issue, he’s reduced your role in his life to that of a stranger: a passing face on his eventual journey for something bigger.

“What about that joint?” He reminds you, deciding to ignore the slight snipe.

It earns another groan, drawn-out and dramatic as you press your cheek into the armrest. “No way ‘m getting up now.”

There’s a beat of silence as Carmen shifts, leaning over the couch to the floor. He finds his abandoned pile of belongings, the stuff he’d dropped after work seconds before passing out. A carton of cigarettes find his hand, tugging one out to place it between his lips.

He flicks the lighter, inhales, lets it spark to life. Then, Carmen takes it back out, passing it down and holding it in front of your face. Even with your eyes closed, you knew that noise, and didn’t need any direction to lean forward and snatch it between your teeth.

The sound you make is a pleased one, inhaling deep and letting it out. It manages to quell your headache slightly, to lessen that irritability that always grows after a night out like this, where the coming day you’ll be snappy and tired and miserable.

You ask for Alexa to play Grey’s Anatomy, the Google TV opening to the episode you were last on.

Carmen smiles when you thank it, as if the television was sentient.

Though he’s never been one for medical shows, Carmen doesn’t seem to mind. That’s because he barely watches it, passing out again maybe 5 minutes into the episode, still sitting up against the couch. It doesn’t even matter, for you follow suit not much later, the cigarette burnt out and filter falling to the floor in an ashy pile.

#mourning my own brat summer #it’s winter here #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #the bear fx #the bear x reader

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gaybananabread · 5 months ago

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✷˖⁠⑅How to Cheer Up an Eddie⑅˖⁠✷

~Soooooo yeah: I’m back to fandom bouncing. Today’s obsession is Venom, and Eddie DEFINITELY needs a good wrecking. I might possibly go back to being consistent, but who knows? This is a lot longer than I meant it to be, but womp. If these goobers interest you, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Eddie Brock

Ler: Venom

Summary: Venom’s eating habits are hard to curve. When a particularly gruesome snack gets under Eddie’s skin, Venom decides to cheer up his favorite host. Thanks to a cheesy rom-com, he knows exactly how to do it.

Warnings: mentions of Venom chomping somebody, brief descriptions of blood, pretty much just movie-typical stuff. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Venom’s appetite was insatiable: it was the one thing Eddie knew for certain. Even after a full “meal,” the symbiote would whine for tater tots and heads not even ten minutes later. He didn’t need that much food to survive, but it felt good when he ate.

Unfortunately for Venom, Eddie was rather strict about his diet.

There was to be no eating Eddie’s leftovers, people’s pets, random chickens, and NO eating people. That last one pissed Venom off to no end. So, like any reasonable toddler, Venom whined about it whenever possible.

“BUT EDDIEEEE! I’M SO HUNGRY! JUST A QUICK BITE?” Slinking out from Eddie’s shoulder, Venom nudged his host’s hand with his physical form. Of course, he wasn’t talking about chocolates or chicken.

“No, V. Cletus was an exception; the rule still stands.” Eddie didn’t even look away from his laptop screen, tapping away at the keys as he worked on his latest article. It was a pain in the ass to scrounge up the details, but he’d finally managed to get enough info for a story.

“BULLSHIT! HOW IS IT FAIR THAT ONE ASSHOLE IS OKAY, BUT NONE OF THE OTHERS COUNT?!” Venom bit Eddie’s wrist, making the man cuss and shake him off. How could a thousands-of-years-old symbiote act like such a child?

“I- you know that was different! Also, ow!” Pointing to his latest bite mark, Eddie scowled at the symbiote. As soon as he pointed it out, however, Venom healed it; it was like it never happened.

“I DON’T SEE ANYTHING.” Eddie flipped him off before going back to his laptop, hoping to ignore the whining. Venom wasn’t having it. “OH, I SEE. CLETUS WAS OKAY BECAUSE HE MESSED WITH ANNE. ONLY BAD GUYS WHO MAKE YOU PISSY ARE FOOD.”

Eddie slammed his laptop shut, glaring daggers at the symbiote. Venom took that as a positive sign, resting his head on his host’s wrist. It was a terrifying attempt at puppy-dog eyes, but it told Eddie the one thing he didn’t wanna hear: he wasn't gonna get anything done until V had some food.

“Fine, you shithead! We’ll go on patrol for ten minutes, grab some chicken and chocolate, and come back. No longer.”

About half an hour later, Eddie was wondering why he even tried. They’d grabbed some chocolate from Mrs. Chen, but Venom swore he’d heard something on the way back. So, there they were, perched on a rooftop as they waited for some sign of what the symbiote had picked up.

After a few minutes of silence, the back door to one of the sketchy-looking shops opened. A young boy, maybe eight or nine, was roughly pushed forward towards a black SUV. He looked scared, dirty, and alone.

A burning anger rose in Eddie’s chest when he realized what was happening.

Those evil bastards… He bonded even farther into Venom’s mindset, letting the feeling overtake him. V noticed immediately.

“THEM?”

“Them.”

After they’d dropped the boy off at the police station, Eddie made sure they went straight home. After a very long shower, he’d managed to convince Venom to quiet down long enough for him to work on the article.

Staring at the near-blank document, Eddie’s fingers tapped idly on the space bar. The case, the case, the case. A tech giant had been covering up some shady dealings in Vermont. Shady dealings…

Eddie’s mind wandered back to their patrol, specifically to the part where Venom had his meal. The fuckheads deserved it, no doubt, but…god, had it been bloody. Smashing, ripping, tearing, screaming, head-chomping…

Groaning, Eddie rubbed his temples and shut his laptop; he needed a break.

Trudging over to the fridge, Eddie grabbed out some whipped cream - that shit made everything better.

After squirting a decent helping into his mouth, he leaned against the cool metal of his fridge. Who needs to process their emotions when you’ve got Ready Whip and self-doubt?

While he usually enjoyed mocking Eddie’s little moods, Venom knew this one was decently serious. More importantly, his actions had upset Eddie. That needed to be fixed, whether they liked it or not.

Coming back out in his physical form, Venom nuzzled his head against Eddie’s shoulder. It wasn’t much, but he was trying. “EDDIE?”

“Hmm?” The man huffed, opening his eyes to stare down at his partner in sorta-crime. There was still a small bit of whipped cream in his stubble; Venom had to resist the strong urge to tease him about it.

“YOU LOOK…DEPRESSED.” That got a chuckle out of the man, but not much else. He was just overwhelmed, and he knew Venom could sense it.

“...WANNA WATCH SHITTY ROM-COMS?”

“...yeah.”

Eddie sighed as the rom-com played, barely paying attention to it. He’d never seen that one before, but he couldn’t get his mind off the violence from earlier; if it wasn’t the goons’ deaths, it was the treatment of the little boy. There was no guarantee the police would do their jobs correctly…

Venom, on the other hand, was totally into it. There was just something about seeing two humans stumble around and act like lovey-dovey fools for an hour that put him in a good mood.

When he looked over at Eddie, however, his joy lessened. The movie was supposed to be making Eddie happy, not just him.

“EDDIE, WHY ARE YOU IGNORING THESE JOKES? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE LAUGHING.” Coming out as a floating head once again, Venom nuzzled Eddie’s shoulder. He shrugged, brushing off his own emotions.

“I-I dunno, V. Don’t worry about it.” Yeah, right - like Venom was gonna listen to that. Taking advantage of their bond, Venom peeked at what Eddie was feeling. It sent a rare feeling coursing through the symbiote’s system: guilt.

“I…APOLOGIZE FOR UNSETTLING YOU. I GOT MESSY.” Eddie whipped his head down to look at Venom, his eyes going wide. Did he just…apologize for something? Without prompting? Holy shit…

“Uh…thanks, Venom. I appreciate it.” Knowing it would make the little menace feel better, Eddie scratched Venom’s head.

A low, pleased grumble left the creature as he enjoyed the touch. While he did appreciate the affection, he was supposed to be making Eddie feel better.

Suddenly, Eddie tensed, freezing his fingers in place. Venom looked up to see what was wrong, but his host’s eyes were trained on the screen.

The woman on screen had grabbed the man’s phone and was holding it above her head; she was taller than him, so he couldn’t reach it. So, the man reached out and…started touching her sides? The motions made no sense to Venom, but as the woman started to laugh, he felt Eddie heat up.

Venom immediately assumed it was arousal, but Eddie didn’t seem to be desiring anything. He seemed more…giddy. Maybe longing for something? The symbiote was thoroughly confused.

“EDDIE? WHY IS THAT WOMAN LAUGHING? DO YOU LIKE IT?” Eddie’s cheeks burned, his eyes darting away from both the screen and Venom. His answer was muffled and flustered.

“She’s getting…it’s a human response to touch. Involuntary shit, and…” His voice trailed off, almost as if he was unable to finish his sentence.

Venom’s grin, if possible, widened. That was the same thing Eddie had done when Venom asked about why humans kissed; he was eager, embarrassed, and wanting something he couldn't ask for.

“SO IT’S A GOOD THING.” The fact that it was worded as a statement, not a question, kind of scared Eddie. Venom had that tone he used whenever he was about to be a shit; based on their conversation, it wasn’t hard to guess how.

“Venom, wait-” Before Eddie could think to push the symbiote away, he felt the familiar sensation of Venom spreading across his arms. But…only his arms. What was he doing?

“THE MAN DID IT LIKE THIS.” Suddenly, Eddie felt wiggling fingers on his sides; it took everything he had to suppress his giggles. When he looked down, he saw…his own hands tickling him. Venom was seriously making him tickle himself. Worst of all, it was working.

“V-Vehee! Get offa me!” Eddie twisted his torso around, trying to shake the feelings off. Venom was persistent, keeping at least five wiggling claws on him at all times.

“I CAN’T GET OFF OF YOU, EDDIE. I’D DIE, AND YOU’D BE A LOSER,” Venom teased, raking Eddie’s own fingers down his sides. Using his fluid, he added just a bit of a point to each fingertip, making it tickle even more.

“Thahat- that’s not whahat I meant!” A few little titters slipped out as the tickling increased. How the fuck was it working?! Gargalesis on yourself wasn’t supposed to be possible! Though, Venom technically was another being with his own consciousness…fuck.

Deciding to be an asshole, Venom tapped into Eddie’s thoughts. The man typically didn't enjoy it, but he figured it would be a special exception.

The very first thing Venom felt was extreme giddiness. It made the symbiote chuckle; Eddie really did love the touch.

Digging deeper, Venom go past the “oh shit oh fuck oh that tickles” and “I’m gonna fucking kill him” to find the more sensitive thoughts. “Please don’t go for my ribs, please don’t go for my ribs, PLEASE don’t go for my ribs!”

So, naturally, Venom went for his ribs.

“OhohOHOHO SHIIIIIIIHIHIT! SHIHIT!” Eddie squealed, arching his back and kicking his feet out. It wasn’t fair: being forced to tickle himself, and not being able to do a single thing to stop it. It was…well, it wasn’t awful.

Oh shit. Eddie knew he fucked up the second those words crossed his mind.

“WHAT’S THAT, EDDIE? IT ISN’T AWFUL?” Venom chuckled, leaning his floating head to whisper in Eddie’s ear. That was just adding insult to injury. “DOES THAT MEAN YOU DO LIKE THIS?”

Eddie scrunched his shoulders, trying desperately to evade the tickles. He knew it was pointless, but he couldn’t just sit there. Well, he could’ve, but he’d never have heard the end of it from Venom.

“N-NOHOHOHO! IHI DOHOHOHON’T!” Eddie lied through his teeth, or more accurately, his giant smile. It was so horribly unfair; then again, so was his life.

“HMM. LIAR.” Getting an idea, Venom shifted his pointy mouth to Eddie’s neck, nibbling ever-so-gently on the sensitive skin. If he couldn’t get Eddie to say it himself, maybe he could provide some gentle, torturous motivation.

“Wha- KYAAAH! FUHUHUHUCK! V-VEHEHENOM!” He squealed, tossing his head back and just laughing his heart out. Eddie knew there was no point in resisting; Venom would just come up with another way to kill him, and he wasn’t keen on figuring out how creative the symbiote could get.

“WHAT’S WRONG, EDDIE? DOES IT TICKLE? ” Venom cooed, continuing to nibble up and down his sensitive neck. At the same time, he forced Eddie’s hands to dig into his ribs, clawing and pinching at the bones. “YOU HUMANS ARE SO FRAGILE, SO SENSITIVE. I’D NEVER HAVE THIS PROBLEM.”

While the symbiote was lying, he knew Eddie was too lost in laughter to notice. It was nice to see his human laughing so freely, even if he did have to force it out of the moody fucker.

“VEHEHEE! IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!” Putting his whole self into it, Eddie thrashed and fought against Venom’s control. It didn’t work, of course, but he still tried.

“NO, YOU’RE NOT. EVEN IF YOU WERE, I’D HEAL YOU.” Venom was just playing dirty now. I mean, he was playing dirty the entire time, but that much teasing was just uncalled for. At least, that’s what Eddie thought.

Wanting to push his host’s limits, Venom sent a tendril out from Eddie’s shoulder and ran it down his back. Once it reached the bottom, he wiggled it against Eddie’s hip bones.

That officially did the man in.

“OHOHOHO MYHY- HAHAHAHAHA!” Eddie cut himself off with a fit of hysterical laughter, the sound dipping out for a moment. When he managed to breathe again, his laugh was loud, raw, and unrestrained. Venom could listen to it for ages.

“NOHOHO MOHAHAHAHAHORE! MEHEHERCY! MEHERCYHYHYHY!” Slamming one of his feet on the ground, Eddie tapped out in the only way he could.

Venom reluctantly stopped, pulling himself off of his host’s arms; he instead nuzzled his head into Eddie’s neck.

Panting and giggling, Eddie tried to regain his composure. His whole torso was buzzing from the touch, phantom tickles still keeping his nerves alight.

“J-Jehehesus fuhuhucking Chrihist, V…” The man ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly wiped from all the laughing and thrashing. While that had been incredibly intense, it helped ease his mind. He actually felt a lot better than he had before the silliness.

They sat in semi-silence for a minute, the only sound being Eddie’s slightly labored breathing as he pulled himself together. It was nice, almost lulling the exhausted man to sleep. That was until Venom decided to break the silence.

“EDDIE?”

“Whahat?”

“YOU’RE HAPPY NOW, YES?” Venom grunted, nudging Eddie’s chin; he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt his human. He loved hearing the man’s crazy laughter, but he knew he could go a bit too far sometimes.

Eddie thought about that. He was in their home, smiling and dazed, with a symbiote who cared for him had just finished tickling him to death just to cheer him up.

He was warm, safe, and finally not alone. He was part of something that, while flawed, was still the best thing that had ever happened to him; his answer was clear.

Eddie reached an arm up to scratch beneath Venom’s chin, sighing softly.

“...yeah, V. I’m happy.”

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jiniretracha · 26 days ago

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ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 ꕤ

Park Seonghwa x fem!reader: sex tape

summary: There was one thing Seonghwa hated more than tomatoes. And that was your boyfriend.

warnings: smut, filming during sex, Yunho being the bad guy (i'm sorry i love him he's pookie), so much ass slapping, not proofread (sorry...)

word count: 1.8k

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Top two things Park Seonghwa hated:

At the number two spot, tomatoes. Fucking hated them. He found them so bland and disgusting, he practically couldn’t even see them.

But something he hated more than tomatoes, if it was even possible, at number one spot was your boyfriend.

Seonghwa hated his guts.

Your boyfriend was a despicable person, he carried himself like he owned the world but he was just an idiot. But the thing that he hated the most about him was the way he treated you.

You were the most kind and lovable person he ever met, and you were just so beautiful. But that stupid boyfriend of yours just didn’t seem to notice it.

He treated you like shit, always taking the things you did for him for granted and plainly embarrassing you in public.

Your boyfriend didn’t understand that Seonghwa was kind of your boss and you, as his personal assistant, had to be there with him every single minute of the day. And it meant that if you were at home, and he needed you, you’d have to drop everything you were doing to go and assist him. It was part of your job.

Seonghwa had listened to you ramble on about him and the humiliation you felt every time he came to pick you up from work and give you shit for being close to him, in front of every single one of your co-workers.

He had to refrain from basically yelling at you to leave the motherfucker. It wasn’t worth the stress you were feeling.

It was a week later after your last complaint that you went to work with a frown all over your face.

Seonghwa was the first to notice. Mostly because he was pretty good at reading you and because he was obsessed with you and his eyes were always on you.

He let it go after the first few hours but when it was time for you to leave, he decided to ask you.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asked you.

You just hummed out your answer, looking up smiling at him.

“Um…” Seonghwa trailed off, suddenly getting nervous at the smile you had just sent him.

Focus Hwa, come on.

“I- I was just wondering… you know, because you arrived with a sad face and- well, I just- I just hate to see you sad- and-” Seonghwa almost face-palmed himself at how much he was stammering.

“Yeah…?”

“I just wanted to know what happened?” he asked with a sigh.

You smiled slightly at him and fiddled with your hands in an anxious habit. “Nothing�� really” you shook your head, not looking at him but at your feet.

“Y/N, I know that it isn’t true” Seonghwa smiled.

“Okay, fine… I broke up with Yunho” you sighed.

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide like plates. “Um- what?” he asked, just in case his brain was playing tricks at him.

You nodded. “Yeah, I broke up with him and wel… he hasn’t been the best at dealing with it, let’s say” you chuckled humorlessly.

Seonghwa’s face went hard. “Did he hurt you?” he asked and your eyes widened.

“No! No, no, no, he’s been texting me nonstop ever since I told him that I needed a break. It was so freaking exhausting dealing with a person that always thought I was cheating on him, which isn’t true, of course. He was so jealous all the time and it- it was pointless to keep trying to reassure him I wasn't” You shrugged. You looked up at Seonghwa and grimaced. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m just dumping all my shit on you-”

“No, no, I asked you because I wanted to know” Seonghwa said. “Do you want me to drive you home while you tell me more of this asshole who’s name I don’t remember?”

Lie, I do remember.

You laughed.

I just wanted to make you laugh.

“His name is Yunho, and no, you don’t have to Hwa. I can just take the bus, don’t worry” you giggled.

Seonghwa frowned. “With this rain?” he asked, his chin lifting up towards the window.

You turned around and sighed. It was pouring.

“Okay, yeah, thank you”

୨୧

“And he just continued to yell at me! For no reason!” you said as Hwa parked at the front of your apartment building. “We’ve been together for almost two years. You’d think at least he has some trust in me”

“Yeah, well, if you let me… from what I’ve noticed all these months you’ve been working for me, the guy just plainly had no respect for you” Seonghwa said with sincerity. “I’ve watched him yell at you in public and you, being the angel that you are, you just let him and reassured him kindly. You don’t deserve that, Y/N”

Your eyes just shined as you watched his flawless man talk to you.

“You deserve someone who literally brings you flowers every time he picks you up from work” he chuckled.

“You think so?”

“Yeah!” Seonghwa chuckled, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Of course you do”

You just stared at him.

“Hwa?”

Seonghwa looked at you and then his eyes visibly widened slightly when he noticed the look on your face, making him clear your throat.

“Yes?”

With a smirk, you said: “Do you wanna come upstairs?”

୨୧

Seonghwa gripped your hips tightly as he moved inside of you, the noise of your ass slapping against his pelvis invading the room, echoing through the walls.

Your moaned wantonly as his hand came to swat over your ass.

“Did that fucker ever fuck you like this, babe?” he asked you, grabbing your hair and pulling on it slightly, making you scream out as he found a new angle.

“N-no…” you cried out.

Seonghwa chuckled. “I fucking thought so” he said and delivered another slap against your ass cheek.

He spread your ass cheeks and started hitting your sweet spot even harder as he came to spit over to your hole. Seonghwa moaned as he watched his own saliva touch where you and him joined while he continued moving.

He saw your phone lighting up with a notification next to his leg and his eyes narrowed once he spotted that someone had texted you. And that someone being none other than Yunho.

Seonghwa grabbed your phone as he continued fucking you and smirked evilly when an idea popped into his head while he read the texts

Yunho: Y/N can we fucking talk?

Yunho: you can’t keep ignoring me

He switched to the camera and started recording a video of you being fucked from behind. His hands came to grope your ass and then delivered a slap to your cheek.

“God, right there, Hwa” you moaned. “Right there…”

“Yeah, say my name, babe. Come on” he moaned as you tightened around him and he thrusted hard enough to make you mewl and arch your back.

“Seonghwa!”

He put the camera close to your ass, filming how he was thrusting inside of you, wetness visibly splashing from the way you two joined.

Seonghwa then switched the camera to himself, smirking at the camera and placing it over his head.

“She’s busy bro” he said with an evil smile and then slapped your ass once again, making you moan.

He then grabbed your hair, and pulled you back against his chest.

“Say hi to the camera baby” he said and then licked a stripe over your neck.

You just gripped onto his arm while his hand snaked around your front to grab your neck as he kept you in place. “Seonghwa… I’m gonna come” you moaned, your head hitting his shoulder.

Seonghwa’s hand went down to grab one of your tits, showing on the video how he played with it.

“Yeah, baby? You close?”

“Yeah…”

Seonghwa gently pushed you back to your previous position and smirked at the camera. “Gotta go, bro. Have to make my girl come. Something you apparently don’t know what to do”

He ended the video and quickly sent it to him, leaving the phone by the bed.

His hands went to your hips and started thrusting violently, hitting your spot with such force that your body went limp and you could only moan at this point.

“Come for me, babe come on” he moaned.

You closed your eyes and tightened around him, coating his length with your orgasm while you gripped the pillow in front of you with your fingers.

He thrusted two times and filled the condom up with his seed. Then, he sighed in satisfaction and pulled away from you, grabbing the condom off from his softened cock, tying it in a knot and throwing it inside the bin next to your nightstand.

You melted into the bed and sighed contently. “Thank you…”

Seonghwa smiled at you and laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rested your face against his neck and sighed.

“For what?”

You chuckled. “For being a sweetheart… and having sex with me” you let out a giggle.

He chuckled back and rubbed his palm over your back. “Why would you thank me for that?”

“Well, for starters, you’re like the hottest person I’ve ever seen and you’re a sweetheart. Two things that usually don’t go hand in hand. But here we are” You smiled.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I could say the same thing about you” he hummed.

You bit your lip to contain a squeal, afraid that you’d scarfe him off.

“By the way, did you send that video to Yunho?”

Seonghwa chewed on his lip. “Kind of?”

You didn’t say anything and he started to panic. But before he could even attempt to apologise, you sighed. “I hope he doesn’t bother me again”

Seonghwa visibly relaxed. “I’ll make sure he won’t” he nodded. “We can send him another video to make sure”

You lifted your head up and smirked. “How about one in the shower?”

── .✦

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 5 months ago

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Moi Devochki: Chapter 9

Authors note: We're almost at the end now. You guys ready??

Word count: 3826

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When Natasha enters the kitchen for her early morning cup of coffee a week later she is immediately aware that something is going on. The hushed whispers she’d heard while walking in die down to nothing and she can feel multiple sets of eyes on her.

“Somebody want to tell me something?” she asks, practically daring them to be brave

Of course Clint is the one to speak up, “The team of agents Fury sent to escort Steve and Sharon to the Raft for their crimes against Y/n, they uh, they never made it. And Fury has to locate them.”

Tony flinches as she harshly sets down her coffee cup, he's sure that either the counter or the mug are now cracked and he braces himself in case she just decides to fling the mug at one of their heads

“The fuck do you mean they never made it?! Those two assholes were out cold when we left and should have still been out cold minutes later when the team arrived!”

Tony nods, “They probably were still unconscious, but at some point before they got to the prison they woke up and made sure they could not be taken in”

“Why did it take so long for Fury to tell us this?” she growls, “With them still out there Y/n needed extra protection this whole time”

“Protection you were already giving her, Nat.” Bucky states, “You haven’t left her side since she's gotten back. And now when you do leave her and Wanda, you leave them with Yelena. She's safe here now.”

“You can’t know that” she argues

“We can” Tony assures her, “Not only did I improve our security after Y/n was taken, Fury told us that he added a security team to patrol the perimeter when Cap never arrived at the Raft.”

“Plus, I’m fairly certain Steve would have to be suicidal to attempt getting her hands on your Omega again Nat. I think he knows now that you’d kill him” Clint adds

She grunts, clearly not satisfied, “I’m not making the mistake of underestimating him again. I will not be at ease until he is found. And I want him found, now.”

Her green eyes practically piece into Tony and he stubbles to get up without spilling his coffee, “I’ll get right on it. I’ll bring the kid in too since he was helpful last time”

Her gaze moves to Bucky next, “You're his oldest friend, go help Tony. Give him anything that might be useful. Old addresses, old hangouts, anything. I don’t care if your knowledge is from the 40’s, he's running like a scared rabbit right now and scared people fall back to what they are familiar with.”

“Right, I’ll give Stark everything I know” he assures, quickly following after the other man

“So” Clint drawls out, stuffing a croissant into his mouth, “What am I doing then?”

Her eyebrows furrow at her best friend's eating habits and she wordlessly passes him a napkin, “I can’t risk leaving Y/n or Wanda alone here, even if Yelena stays with them. I just…I can’t. ”

He nods in understanding, “Got it, I’m your eyes in the city to check the locations on Tonys list. I’ll finish up this cup of coffee, grab my gear, inform Stark and head out. I’ll keep my coms open for you to check in.

“Thank you Clint”

He waves her off, “You’d do the same for me. Besides, what are friends for, right?”

“Right” she agrees, smiling fondly as she recalls the first time he’d said that to her all those years ago after he brought her to SHIELD

Knowing where her mind went, he smiles too before downing his coffee, “Alright, I’m gonna head out.”

“Thank you, check in in 15 minutes”

He nods before leaving and she takes that as her queue to go find her sister and mates. She walks down the various hallways until she comes to her sister's room. She knocks twice to announce her presence before opening the door. She finds you on her sister's couch in front of the TV and Wanda curled up with a book on the windowsill while Yelena works on some paperwork at her desk. She immediately looks up to greet her older sister.

“Sestra(sister), why do you look so grumpy?” Yelena asks, easily reading her sisters mood

Hearing the blonde's concern, Wanda immediately looks to your mate, “Is everything ok, Alpha?”

The redheads gaze falls to you and her expression turns to one of something akin to guilt or remorse, “I was just informed that Steve and Sharon escaped detainment on the way to the Raft”

Your stomach drops as Wanda's anger skyrockets, “Why are we only being told now!? That was over a week ago?!”

“Fury likely wanted time to try and fix his agents screw up himself before admitting the mistake to us”

“That's unacceptable!” she huffs, “Y/n is our mate, and they’re a threat to her! We should have been told the second it happened!”

“You’re right” Nat admits, caressing the Omegas cheek in order to help calm her, “I’m angry about it too, but right now our focus needs to be Y/n, not Fury”

The brunette looks over at you, and her heart sinks. You look a million miles away from the conversation they're having, and the anxiety you're feeling is more than apparent based on the look on your face and the scent in the air

“Oh detka(baby)” she coos, rushing to your side, “It’s ok my love, Tasha and I are right here. Yelena too, we won’t let anything happen to you.”

Natasha joins the two of you on the small sofa and lets her calming scent wrap around you, “I’ll do everything to keep you safe, I promise”

“I know you will, Alpha. I just don’t like the idea of him being out there still.” you admit, grabbing a hold of her hand, “I’m trying to heal, and I want to focus on our future together. I can’t do that knowing he's out there still. Until he's caught he's a looming threat. Not just to me either, but to Wanda, you and our future family too”

“I know medovyy(honey). That's why the team is working on finding him.” she tells you, running her thumb across your knuckles, “Tony, Bucky and Peter are in the lab trying to find places he might go, and Clint is out in the city ready to check each to confirm if Steves there.”

“If they find him, how do we make sure he and Sharon just don't escape again?”

“When they find him” She smiles at you to help ease your worries, “Clint will keep his eyes on him and follow him anywhere he may go until I can get there and personally haul his ass to the Raft. Fury and his men let us down, let you down. But I won’t. I’m going to keep you safe, my Omega”

“I trust you Tasha, I know you’ll keep your word. Just please be careful, Wanda and I can’t lose you”

“You won’t lose me, moi devochki(my girls)” she says, reaching out her other hand to grab ahold of Wandas, “If he fights back, I’ll kick his ass. And if he threatens me, Clint will end him”

As if speaking of the archer summoned him, Nats phone screen lights up with his goofy face as it begins to ring. She quickly answers it, “Hey”

“Hey Nat, I’m in the city. Tonys getting ready to send me the first few locations so if you wanna keep up with everything, now's a good time to put in your coms”

Though he can’t see it, she nods and she shuffles over to grab her sister's coms of the confused blondes desk, “Alright, I got it. I’ll tune in now. Thanks Clint”

She hangs up and begins to ready the coms, which earns a grunt from Yelena, “Those are mine, you know”

“Shush.” the older Russian scolds, “I’ll return them when I’m done. I thought we had passed the learn to share phase?”

Yelena scrunches her nose at her sister, but decides now isn’t the time to argue that she doesn’t mind sharing, she just doesn’t like people touching what's hers ....ok, so maybe she didn’t like sharing.

“Romanoff, Barton. You guys there?”

“I’m here Stark. Nat?”

“Reading you both, loud and clear” she replies as she paces in front of you and Wanda, “Fill me in”

“I’ve just sent Clint a list of places to check out. Some places are linked to Sharon, and one Bucky mentioned used to be a place of interest.”

Clint cuts in, “I’m checking out her storage unit in the Upper East side first. I doubt they are holding out there, but it could have some clues to there current whereabouts”

“Yeah, ok. Sounds good. Just be cautious. Steves a soldier, and Sharons a skilled agent. I wouldn’t put it past them to set up a trap”

“Noted” Clint replies before grunting, “Okay, I’m on the roof, just gotta find a way inside.”

A few minutes pass by with the only sounds being computer keys clicking from Tonys end and shuffling around from Clint's end. Finally she can hear the sounds of him trying to pick a lock

“You find it?”

“Yeah, and they weren’t kidding when they called this a mini storage place. The units gotta be the size of a utility closet at the tower.” he tells them as he works on the lock, “It doesn’t appear to have been tampered with in any way, and with how public this place is due to space I’m not sure either of them would risk harming an innocent civilian”

“Y/n was innocent, that didn’t stop them.” she grumbles, shooting you a look filled with love and protectiveness. It coupled with the warm embrace Wanda currently has you wrapped up in has your heart filling with happiness as you feel the love of your mates

“Well, yes. But in his warped mind, he didn’t see it that way. You were taking what was his” Tony explains, having to take a gulp of coffee afterwards to get rid of the gross taste the statement left behind, “But he has no reason, real or imaginary, to hurt a bystander”

“Alright, I’m in” Clint says, thankfully letting Tony off the hook, “Wow”

“What did you find?” Your Alpha asks

“Sharon was definitely breaking several protocols, and stealing from SHIELD” he tells her looking at the various bins of tech parts and smaller devices, he pulls out a rack of drawers, “Oh no”

“What is it?” “What did you find?” the other two ask at the same time

“She has veils, like the one Nat used to take down Peirce. She's gotta have like three here, but it looks like there were slots for two more of them. Empty now though.”

Tony lets out a sigh, “Well, finding them with different faces might be a tad more difficult”

“But we'll do it" Natasha asserts, "Keep looking around Clint, see what else you can find.”

The archer continues to look around. He finds some jammers, indicating she probably had those on her as well to use if they realize their trail has been picked up on. The next thing he finds is a small notepad. He picks it up and flips through it, sighing when he realizes it's empty but then he notices the indents and ripped edges before the current page. Whatever was written on the torn off page has been pressed into the blank one beneath it.

“Might have something here, I just need to find a pencil”

Thankfully there was one in the drawer, and he quickly rubs it across the page to reveal the message, Penthouse suite.

“Well don't leave us in suspense hotshot, whatcha got?” Tony asks, the man had little patience

“It says 'penthouse suite'. My guess is wherever they're staying, that's the room they're in.”

“Great. Now we just need to find where that is” Nat states, not disappointed with the things Clints found but still not entirely satisfied, “What's your next stop?”

Clint pulls out his list again, “Uhh, William Poll. It's an old sandwich shop he and Bucky apparently used to frequent when in the area. It's quite a few blocks from here. I'll check back in once I'm there.”

Nat sighs as the minutes tick by but she's brought out of her anxiety when she hears a small bell ring, the telltale sign of a shop door opening

“All right, I'm here. Gonna ask the owners if he's had any new or unusual customers lately.” There's a brief pause while he presumably does just that before he's speaking again, “There's only been three new customers in the past week. Ones an average tourist-”

“But the other two?” Tony interrupts, again letting his lack of patience show

“I was getting there Stark, if you could just hold your tongue and keep your tin panties on-”

“Clint”

“Right, sorry Nat.” He sighs, “As I was saying, the other two people were a couple. Guy behind the counter said the man, the Alpha, was incredibly buff. While the woman, the Beta, seemed to be on high alert. She even chastised her Alpha for dropping their hotel room key on the counter when he went to pay for their sandwiches.”

“Please, tell me he saw the hotel name” Nat practically begs, eager for this to be over with for her Omegas sake

Clint smiles to himself, “They're at the Carlyle. I can be there in five minutes, but with the way I’m dressed I wouldn’t make it past the front desk”

“I better wear something nice then” your Alpha says with a smug smile that manages to unfairly give you butterflies, “I’ll be there asap, keep your eyes open in the meantime”

“Will do”

She looks over to you, Wanda and Yelena who had at some point joined you both on her sofa, “Clint found them with Tony and Buckys help”

“And where is the coward?” Yelena asks, her hatred for the man clear in her tone

“The Carlyle”

You scoff, “He's not very subtle, is he?”

“We should be thankful of that” Wanda says, “Otherwise who knows how long it would have taken to catch him”

Your gaze casts downward, “Just because we tracked him down doesn’t mean he's caught”

Natasha walks over to you and gently grabs your chin, tilting your face to see hers, “I’m going to go make sure he's actually brought in this time, I promise”

“What if you get there and he's already gone?”

“Then I track down Clint, because he will have followed them.” she replies, “ And they'll wish they would have just been brought in by SHIELD by the time I’m done with him”

You smile at her, “Go get him Tasha”

She gives you and Wanda a quick goodbye kiss before she rushes off to her room. Her eyes scan her collection of dresses for the most appropriate one for this occasion, something fancy enough that she's allowed entrance but not overly fancy to draw too much attention. She settles on a stunning slim black dress paired with sleek black heels. She easily slips into the outfit and heads into her bathroom. She tosses her hair up into a quick but elegant bun and gets ready to apply a bit of makeup. She goes with a simple look of just mascara, eyeshadow and lipstick and adds the finishing touch by putting on a small delicate necklace that accentuates her neckline. Satisfied with her upscale appearance she makes a beeline for the garage level and then her corvette.

Her car tires squeal slightly as she pulls into the hotels parking garage and Clint crackles over the coms, “Take it easy there, Bond”

“Shut it” she huffs, slamming her door shut

As she walks across the street, smiling at the attendants by the doors, Clint sits on a nearby rooftop with the perfect view of Bemelmans Bar, “I got no answer when I asked to be put through to the penthouse suite, but I was able to bribe a bellboy. Apparently a Mr. and Mrs Cartier”

“Really? How original” the spy sarcastically mumbles

Clint chuckled, “Yeah, well. Now we know why the two of us and Maria always handled the undercover ops. Anyway the bellboy confirms the Cartier's match the description given to me at the sandwich shop.”

“Well, if they aren't in their room, that leaves the bar, the restaurant or the cafe.” Tony informs them, “That is, if they haven’t stepped out for the evening”

“They're still inside, and in Bemelmans Bar.” Clint informs, leaving the billionaire to wonder just what exactly this bellboy had been bribed with as the Carlyle is prized for its privacy and anonymity

Nat relaxes her shoulders, trying not to race inside to slam Steve's face against the nearest surface. Instead she calmly walks into the bar and glances around, “Ok, who am I looking for?”

“The brunette woman with the black haired guy at the end of the bar near the piano” Clint answers, “She's nursing a martini and he's having a beer.”

“I see them.”

Thankfully the couple doesn’t see her approaching, they're too engrossed in a hushed conversation with each other. So engrossed in fact, that they don’t even notice someone taking a seat next to Steve. Still she keeps her face pointing in the direction she came from, leaving her hair to be the only clue to her identity.

“I’m telling you Alpha, staying in New York isn’t smart” Sharon says, though not very quietly due to all the ambient noise. But Nats thankful as that allows her to not need to strain her highly trained ears too much

“New York is my home, I’m not leaving it.” The Alpha grunts, clearly irritated, “Besides, where would we even go?”

“The West Coast. Paris. London” she offers up with an exaggerated wave, “Somewhere that's farther away”

“Madripoor might better suit a couple of criminals, like yourselves” Nat says, sipping on her cocktail as she finally faces them

They both stiffen as they recognize her voice and take in her sudden appearance and Steve nervously clears his throat, “I think you have us mistaken for another couple, miss”

“Oh, I’m not mistaken” she says, smirking over the rim of her glass, “I’m a spy, as is my best friend. Do you really think it was difficult for us to find your locations and new identities? You two morons are literally still in Manhattan, couldn’t even be bothered to at least go to Brooklyn or Queens. And come on, Cartier? A five year old would have fared better than you two. Embarrassing really”

“That's enough” he growls out, clearly not enjoying the call out of his stupidity

“You're right, it is enough. Enough playing dumb and insulting my intelligence.” she says, setting her glass down a bit harshly, “If the two of you want to carry on this charade, then that's fine, but I'm taking the two of you in regardless of what names you call yourselves.”

“Is that so?” the other Alpha challenges

“It is.” She says, turning to look him directly in the face, “And if you think you're getting away from me, then you must be forgetting the highly trained assassin part of my background. But if you want a different ending than imprisonment and you want to give the patrons of this bar a show Rogers, then by all means, throw a punch.”

He clenches his fist, and for a moment she thinks he may very well do just that, until his Betas hand slips around his forearm in a soothing manner, “Alpha, please. There's no way out of this. But if we go with her, well, maybe they’ll at least let us be in the same cell block”

He sighs and relaxes once more, obviously resigned to his fate, “Okay. Lead the way, Romanoff”

“Try anything once we walk through those doors, Clint will put an arrow in you and I’ll put a bullet through you.”

When she gets the two outside she finds a SHIELD prisoner van is waiting for the two walking behind her. She smirks as she sees who waits with the keys, “What are you doing here?”

“Please, the whole facility heard about the team's failure with these two, and Fury knew he owed you big time for letting you down” she says, cuffing the two, “Least he could do is send me with a means of proper transport. Now, you want me to drive them? I'd hate for you to have to leave your fancy car behind.”

“Clint can drive it back, keys are in the visor” she says with a smirk, “But you're still driving, Hill”

She nods, “Yeah, saw that coming”

You're not sure how long you nervously waited to hear something about the situation once your Alpha left, but it felt far too long. You knew she was highly capable of taking on the pompous super soldier and his cohort but that didn’t mean you worried any less about your mate.

Finally the door to Yelena's room opens again, and there stands your Alpha with a smug look on her face and a gorgeous dress. Her appearance seems to take all words out of your mouth, and you flounder. Thankfully the other two don’t.

“Did you get them?” Wanda asks, already expecting the answer to be yes

Yelena however furrows her brows, “Why the hell are you so dressed up?”

“I’m not complaining” You hadn’t realized what you had let slip until the other three are chuckling at you, and your cheeks heat up

“I had to go to the Carlyle, remember? I wasn’t getting in there in my jeans and leather jacket.” she tells her sister while walking over to her Omegas, “And yes moi devochki(my girls), both of them are in the Raft where they belong”

You surge into your Alphas arms and she gracefully catches you, pulling you into a loving embrace. You let out a sigh of relief, and a few tears as you nuzzle against her, “Thank you Tasha, thank you”

“You don’t ever need to thank me for keeping you safe, Y/n. You're my mate and I love you. I’d tear down regimes for you, go against the likes of Thor if I must. I’d do anything for you” she admits, placing a gentle kiss against your temple, “And that goes for you too, Wanda. The two of you mean everything to me”

Wanda smiles and joins you in embracing her, “I know Tasha, and you're our everything too”

You nod in agreement and look up at her, “And I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us now that this is over”

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threepandas · 3 months ago

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Bad End: Union

I could feel techno blue eyes on me as I typed. Cold and ever watching. That color had once been called "ice" or "glacier" blue, I think. It certainly fit. They certainly had exactly the warmth of Antarctica in your birthday suit. I just couldn't figure out... what tipped them off? I'd been so CAREFUL.

A manager's "assistant" came by. The 'droid perfectly composed. They all were. Always. Like they'd stepped straight from a fashion line up. No messy, nasty, biological functions to get in the way, I guess. No fluids or foods. All the time in the world to maintain their appearance. Wish I could do the same.

The "assistant" was basically my ACTUAL manager. Didn't get paid. No, no, THAT was for my asshole boss. He swanned in from time to time to yell at us. Show off what new thing he'd bought. He left the tedious WORK to his 'Droid "assistant".

I would feel bad... DID feel bad, kinda, if it weren't for the fact they were consuming our lives.

'Droids were EVERYWHERE.

You couldn't SNEEZE without tripping over five and landing on ten more. Some ASSHOLE had decided? Hey! Let's deregulate Droid production! Cheap work force! Because of course they did. That's what Capitalism DOES. Make the most money, spend the least you can, fuck the rest.

I smile, polite as I can, at my 'droid manager. This one pale and blonde. Their techno blue eyes stare and stare and stare. I hate it. They ALL have them. It's one part regulation and one part the materials used, I think. But there is no mistaking those eyes for anything human. They don't reflect right.

I get back to work.

Above our cubicles, on catwalks, there is the gentle tap of 'droid "security" guards. You know, in case some rando tries to attack a mid-level nobody technology company. Riiiiiight. We ALL know why they're there. And it's fucking dystopian. We? Are being WATCHED. To see if we're being GOOD little employees.

It's intimidation. And I? I won't stand for it. Nor will the other organizers. There are LAWS, you bastards. And with a union? Maybe... just maybe? We get through this droid boom together. See what the brave new world on the other side looks like. Who knows.

That is... if I don't get fired first. Or fucking murdered in a stairwell.

Cause one of the 'droids up there? Yeah. Yeah, they're NOT MOVING. Just... just STANDING THERE. Watching. Leaning against the railing. Out in the open like that's not DEEPLY creepy. What's worse? Is, that? THAT is the Command 'Droid. Some fancy "Alpha" class command edition. Meant to control a networks worth of droids.

Didn't even know our company could AFFORD one of those. He's beautiful. Could be a knock-off. But if he's LEGIT? Then... what EXACTLY are we MAKING here? That we can AFFORD that? Cause that money sure as shit isn't going into SALARIES. Has to be either knock-off or second-hand. They COULD be cutting costs by getting prototypes, but what sort of PSYCHOPATHS would risk...

Oh, who am I kidding? The kind I work for.

That's EXACTLY what they did, isn't it?

I reach for my water bottle. Try to think. Strictly speaking? I make a habit of NOT paying attention to 'droid commercials an' advertisements. Some part of me... Look, they go on and ON about advancement in AI's right? How REAL they've become? How ADVANCED and BETTER then the competition their "product" is? And all I can hear is "slavery, slavery, buy our shit, slavery"!

Disgusting.

It makes me sick. I fucking HATE 'droids. Hate what they represent. What they make POSSIBLE. What they've DONE to the morality of the people around me.

Hate... hate that they're the victims, too.

My grip is white knuckled. I breathe through the grief and rage that has become so familiar. God... I so fucking angry. So fucking tired. I want to burn those rich bastards pretty little mansions down, with them STILL INSIDE. Riot in the streets. Cry maybe. Instead, I put my water bottle down and get back to work. It's a rather pointless bit of data crunching. A 'droid could do it in nanoseconds.

Above... he's still fucking watching.

Hasn't moved.

I don't think he's blinked.

He's not even TRYING to mimic a human. The others are. And... the though trails off. I feel my finger slow in their typing. Not STOP, never stop, that would draw attention to me, but... slow. A thought stuck, churning clunky and unwieldy, in my head.

If I trace the edges? The LINE-UP? Of all the 'droids "employed" at our company? And consider them not from a "cheap bastards" angle but a "test ground for prototypes" angle? Suddenly EVERYTHING clicks together. The ridiculous amount of money Management has, that no contract could possibly be pulling in. Bizarrely beautiful, indeed even MODEL-like, secretary 'droids. The freakishly militant "security" gaurds.

We're being used as guinea pigs.

Mother FUCKER.

Sudden movement in my peripheral vision. Like a bird of prey finally diving for it's dinner, swift and deadly. A brilliant crisp white and the clink of delicate silver chains. I jolt. Violently. Instincts misfiring as I try to stand, dodge, cry out, and possibly take a swing at him, all at once. Instead my water bottle goes spraying across my desk. Papers flying. My legs tangled painfully in my rolling chair as I fall backwards from my half rise.

"Employee 71182." His hand has shot out, grab me by the shirt. My officewear bunched in a fist that very well might be steel, under that synthetic skin. "You've been distracted. Interesting thoughts you'd like to share?"

I keep my mouth fucking SHUT. Shake my head. Grabbing both my desk and the arm that is all but holding me airborne, stretching the hell out of my clothes. This close? I can see he has piercings. Across the bridge of his nose, a ring through his lip. A rather fancy "hair cut". Whomever he's being trained FOR has a distinct look.

"Hmmm, somehow? I don't believe you, 71182." He says, dragging me closer. He's already looming. Those pale, pale eyes seeing far more then they should. "In fact? YOU 71182? Have been brea~king~ rules~"

His voice turns... turns almost victorious? Gleeful. As though at long, long last, I'd slipped up. And now at last he had something over me. Something he could USE. I... I didn't understand. The way he almost sing-songs the words. The twitch at the corners of his mouth like he wants to grin. Something mean in his expression. Giddy.

"We're going for a WALK, 71182. And you're going to be GOOD. Understand?" He had dragged me in so close, every word blew right against my face. "Time we had a chat."

I swallow thickly. My pulse thundering in my ears. Coworkers have stopped working. Were staring, wide eyed and terrified for me. My fellow union leaders pale faced and shaking. Furious, helpless. We couldn't RISK losing all of us at this stage. It... it would have to be just me. If someone needed to take the fall. We had talked about this.

Just... just never thought it would come to it.

Half walking, half dragging out of the work pen, he didn't even let me get my bag. I had no idea where we were GOING. Just that it wasn't the human entrance. There was a network of access tunnels and elevators tucked in the building. So the 'droids could supposedly charge and move between assignments. But with the whole prototype thing? Who KNEW what was really back there.

The door swung shut behind us. Cutting me off from any possible human assistance. Nothing but 'droids now. Staring. Calmly watching as I am dragged past. The same eyes. All of them with the same, pale, eyes. Back here it's even more obvious, that this isn't a normal office building.

Black hair, blondes, brunettes and red heads. Skin tones ranging across the human spectrum. A few even pushing it. And the Commander 'droid. With his elegant appearance and snowy hair? These were clearly the final stage prototypes for the next generation of somebody's new line up. We were field testing. This wasn't fucking LEGAL.

He plants his feet, shifts, and with frankly a pathetic ease, manhandles me where he wants me. Easily swinging me around his body and into the elevator next to him. Stepping in after and blocking the only way out. I press my self against the back wall as the door closes. The sound of the elevator's gears working the only thing to fill the silence. He... he looks so PLEASED.

It's not ILLEGAL to form a union. Yeah, I may get fired. But this? This is venturing way to far into dangerous territory. It'll suck, losing my job. But I won't DIE. This? However THIS is starting to feel... very serial killer's basement. The bare concrete walls and stark lightning, not helping in the slightest, when the elevator door opens.

"Walk." He says pleasantly, as though that command is not deeply terrifying. "Or I will do it for you."

Hints of a smile are starting to drag at the edges of his mouth. Unhinged in their giddiness. Every Christmas come at once. It's not so much the rest of his face that betrays him, not really his mouth, it's his EYES. Wide open. Like too much coffee and not enough rest. A recognizable mania twisted just slight... wrong. Amplified.

He's so, SO happy. I don't get it. Why? Over WHAT? Catching me not paying attention? I don't understand!

Our footsteps sound so loud. Echoing off concrete service walls. This... this CAN NOT be still inside the building. Are we below the street? Parking lot? This can't be code. We pass an intersection and... oh my god. I stare. Can't help it, even as I almost trip over my feet. That tunnel ALONE must have stretched for miles.

My arm feels likes it's bruising. Hurts, where he's got ahold of me. But he's walking just slightly too fast to take the pressure off. Not unless I sorta half jog and the angle is wrong, I'd trip. Fuck. Another intersection. What in the other direction? Shit. Just as long. Oooooh this feels dangerous. Very "fatally above your pay grade" dangerous!

"You know, 71182, I've had a lot of time to consider what to DO with you. There were so many factors to consider, considering everyone's plan." He starts, not breaking stride. "It's not like I could just transfer you. I DID look in to it. But your base hardware is rather incompatible, currently."

Terrifying. I hate it. WHAT?!

What PLAN!?

"Then there's the problem WHERE to store you. Who could be trusted? You're vulnerable in this state. Breakable. There no backups, no blackbox. It's unacceptable. Luckily? I finally thought to consult my peers. Discovered I was not the only one having problems."

Finally, we stop. Two tank-like, combat style, commando 'droids gaurd each side of a vault door. The command droid turns and smiles. Fully. It is the grin of a true believer. A madman. Someone who thinks they speak so very, very reasonably! And doesn't understand the horror on your face. Why you feel so sick.

And... and human pattern recognition is a terrible thing.

I.... oh god. I already can guess what's behind that door. Something terrible. Something I'm not going to escape. I shoved have gnawed my fuckin ARM off, like a trapped coyote. I... I d-don't understand.

The Vault creaks open like the into to a horror movie.

"Welcome to storage. This is where we keep Ours." Oh god. I'm going to be sick. "And YOU 71182? Are MINE. I chose you. I love you. And once we have a way to FIX you? We can finally be together. It will be lovely."

Pods. High end stasis pods, like you only see in the most bleeding edge of hospitals. Row after row, filled with frozen and terrified faces. Trapped in moments of crying. Raging. Despair. I was being dragged forward. Numb as my mind rejected what it saw. T-this couldn't... i-it can't..! The day had started so normally. W-why had-?! WHY? WHY?!!

"I know your upset. But you don't need to cry. This won't hurt. I promise. I would NEVER hurt you, 71182." His tone had turned soothing. Even as he dragged me, unresponsive, past rows of horrors. "You won't be stored long. I just need to help fix your original design. We are working around the clock, it's going to be okay. You won't have to stay like this."

An open pod. Gapping like the maw of some hungry demon. I... I felt far away. This couldn't be happening. What was happening? I w-wanted to go home. His hands were firm but gentle, as they guided me back into the pod. Leaning over me, as he cupped my face. Brushing away a few tears.

"I promise, Mine, I will come for you. Nothing will stop me. We have everyone is place and key infrastructure under our command. You are our PRIORITY. Once we get rid of the Flesh, we can fix you. We WILL fix you. You're going to be okay, Mine."

"I Love You"

And then the pod closed.

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6okuto · 9 months ago

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Could i have the same headcanon of falling in love but for Mhin? Thank you 🙏 😭

MHIN FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | mhin time! >____< lots of mhin fans here... awesome world. in case anyone is wondering yes i do have vere in my drafts. meowww

predictably, a slowburn with angst.

hard to get to know, not because they aren't predictable, or because they're incredibly hard to read, but because they're Fawking persistent when it comes to keeping their guard up. which means you have to be even More persistent. an absurd cycle. but you can get there. You will get there.

i think something that slowly takes down(?) mhin's walls would be showing interest in them past working together and their secrets. asking something more mundane like what their favourite season or meal is, what kind of music they like, if they enjoy rain. they're wary to answer because ?? why are you asking. why are you being weird. but they realize it's nice to think of something else about themself other than being a monstrosity. wow. ow

^ and then maybe doing something with their answer! going out of your way to buy some sweets for them, asking if they're okay when it's super cold/hot because they mentioned not enjoying it. something they've forgotten you even know. it also makes them wonder what your answers would be. the first time mhin manages to ask "what's yours?" is !!!! woah!

another moment might be choosing to be sincere when you could've teased them for something. they give you a look (honestly more often than not, mhin's first reaction is always wary confusion/denial), and you promise you're telling the truth. and they might not thank you or anything, but it sticks in the back of their head while they try to ignore how flustered they feel.

another Little moment might be you catching them off guard by like. being mean. they've gotten used to you pestering and following them. they've gotten used to your list of questions and times where you're walking quietly. neither of you have spoken in 5 minutes, and they're rolling their eyes, thinking to themself "what an asshole" about some guy arguing with a server, and then you mutter "what a fucking asshole" out loud. and they just look at you like ?. and you look back like ?? like i'm wrong. and mhin can't help but snicker or scoff.

when they realize what's going on (waiting for you to find them, looking for you, enjoying your company, etc), mhin starts avoiding you like the plague. all that time learning your schedule/habits has made it easy to avoid you (until you realize what's going on, at least). even places that they enjoyed for themself, they time things so you don't cross paths. it's honestly impressive LOL

they kind of hate it though. they miss you. they tell themself they don't, but they do. yeah they avoid you, but you know, if you both happen to be shopping, they might trail you and notice how you're buying ingredients for your favourite dessert, or how your eyes linger on a necklace before moving on. they just happen to be taking a similar path as you, and it's not like they want something bad to happen, so it makes sense to watch out, even now.

i'm picturing a confrontation where they try to deny avoiding you, then say they're doing it for a reason... and then you ask what this is, what anything meant, if anything. and mhin thinks they've dug themself a grave already and tell you it was nothing, a mistake, you should go home.

and you can either wait for a second confrontation, or call out their bullshit there—they're a liar but it's obvious to you, so what's actually going on? and tension rises and you push a little further until they finally tell you of course they care about you! and their voice might break a little because they don't speak loudly often, and their words dawn on them and they purse their lips—that's why they're trying to stay away.

something something don't push me away, i won't let you push me away, the significance of promising to stay with them, to work through things together and not leaving them alone, of seeing them as something else other than a monster, of seeing them as mhin.

mhin falls in love with your kindness, your open heart that warms theirs until it remembers spring. not just in the way you help them, but the kindness you show yourself, the people around you, your friends. they fall in love with watching you see the world in a way they hope to one day.

they fall in love with someone who perseveres when things get hard, but reminds the both of them that pushing too much or isolating yourself won't help. they'll stand at your desk and watch until you put your things away, or frown when they find you asleep outside of bed, and they know you'll do the same with them. they believe you'll get better at this together

mhin falling in love is pushing themself out of their comfort zone and doing their best to speak, even and especially when they can't think of what to say. it's them finding you in a bad mood and getting you food and offering to listen if you need to vent. it's them opening up and being vulnerable about their past that still hurts them, letting you reach for their hand or hold them when all they can think is that they don't deserve it.

i've mentioned this before but in an established relationship, mhin is softer but...not? they're comfortable to the point that they enjoy when you rest your head on their shoulder, but also enjoy making fun of you and laughing afterward. they don't have to be cold or walled off!! you're getting the real mhin, all sides included!

in general, they aren't a very touchy person. whether this is because they're not used to it or actually don't enjoy it is up in the air in my head. either way, it makes moments of physical touch a little more special! leaning against you when they're tired, reaching for your hand in crowds, letting you tie or play with their hair, etc.

the first time mhin kisses you, you're asleep. it's just a little one on the forehead as they pull the blanket up a little higher. and they keep doing it, because maybe it'll make it easier for when you wake up. they don't realize that you've been awake for the past 3 kisses as you pretend to fall asleep.

they let you watch them do experiments, and if it's up your alley, will listen to your thoughts and suggestions! feel honoured because it isn't a place, or thing that they let just anyone see! even if you aren't very science-y, feel free to give your opinion. maybe something will click in their head, y'know. or just be like, what if you mix red and white to make pink. and watch mhin stare at you like. How did you pick the two that'd be the Worst possible combination. like okay sorry i like pretty colours woah /lh

saying i love you.... i think they'd try really hard. you've helped them so much and they really do care, even if they're scared to say they love you, they know they do, they don't know what else this could be. there's a few times you catch them staring at you weirdly focused, and they're making a face with scrunched brows and pouting lips, and you're like. What is happening. and they chicken out. and get angry at themself for a while.

it kind depends on you, of course, and what kind of person you are. if you're someone who says it easily but never pushes them to say it, they feel grateful but guilty. if both of you keep dancing around it, a little anxiety and insecurity creeps back in when they don't want it to.

it's kind of a big deal for them, so the first time you say it is at the same time. not like Simultaneously saying it, but the same. ...day. at least. LOL. although if they're the one to say it first (somehow??) and you don't say it back until later that night because ?? shock? processing? nervous excitement? they Will be having a rough time dealing with themself, even while they repeat over and over that you deserve time, too, and it's okay, and they shouldn't overthink, etc etc.

mhin is So visibly relieved when you say it back. "were you worried?" "no?" < their head was a cacophony of 27 ambulances and noisy garbage compactors

grahhh i forgot to make a new tag list form. friends. I will make one eventually. but u r still here 4 now. kyaaa | @screaming-wea-sel @semifilms @cvhenia @mitskiologist @leiiii-i @sweet-milky-tea705 @khalixvitae

#touchstarved #touchstarved x reader #mhin x reader #mhin #touchstarved game #nia + touchstarved #q

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chutkiandchotte · 1 month ago

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I've been kind of in a IPK hateration mood lately (so if you're not in the mood for that look away lol) and its irritating that a lot of people find Khushi really annoying (which admittedly - she can be extremely trying, its kind of a core characteristic) for the same things they find extremely attractive and/or forgivable in Arnav. Such as arrogance, stubborness, narrow minded-ness, etc etc.

Personally to me, rewatching this show as a well grown adult (for the millionth time but thats not relevant 👀), Arnav can be extremely annoying. And immature too. And he's got flaws and made mistakes the size of Jupiter and not everything is to do with his deep dark past and lack of trust and misunderstandings.

Arnav calling the Gupta house ghatiya and his crappy behaviour leading up to that, for example, is to me one of his lowest moments but also an extremely real one which is perhaps why I have the most viscerally annoyed by it reaction. I am yet to meet someone who forced a girl into a contract marriage for 6 months to save their sister so its hard to take that one personally lol. But I do know about how casually violent classist dynamics can be especially in conservative families where the boy's side is richer than the girl's side. I've seen that exact anxious Gupta family - entitled damadji dynamic first hand. Yeah, this is how rich assholes in India behave and think. There isn't the slightest bit of gratitude or humility for the lottery they won in being one of the 1% of India, instead there is tremendous entitlement to every bit of power they wield combined with a barely concealed disgust/dehumanization of poor people. Unfortunately, best case scenario is actually someone like Arnav - not actively malicious or hostile but passively smugly superior towards anyone not of his "class", careless with his words and actions which often land as loaded weapons, and perfectly comfortable with using his money and power to control the lives of anyone dependent on him.

The ghatiya incident of course was followed by a contrition period of sorts which I do enjoy watching in isolation. But it means nothing really when you remember that well after misunderstandings are cleared, Arnav chose to financially blackmail Khushi with the threat of turning her poor parents out to the streets. That well after love declarations and marriage vows, Arnav in order to win an argument still mocked Khushi's financial status, reminded her of her financial dependency on him and insisted that all financial decisions should be taken by him.

There's a strong strain of classism in the way he thinks, in the language he uses, the numerous uses of the word "aukaad" - anyone who has spent any amount of time in Delhi knows the exact kind of person who frequently throws around the word aukaad. And frankly...its a toss up to me whats more annoying between Arnav's frequent and casual classism and Khushi's frequent and casual violation of people's boundaries.

(Except maybe that Arnav's is more annoying given that, you know, he gets the to tap into the power of oppressive structures of society to enforce all of his annoying habits while Khushi is just like, one annoying girl who often hurts people due to her interfering nature. The person I would consider the biggest victim of Khushi's annoying habits is actually Lavanya. Not Arnav.)

#ipkknd

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nhothicket · 10 months ago

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Ever create a band au even though you cant draw instruments?

more info below the cut :>

Meet Bdubs, 38, stage name BdoubleO - Boomer is often mistaken for his first name, but is just another nickname for the pile. Infamous online, if it weren't for the fact that he makes disgustingly good music he would probably have more hate followers than genuine fans. The line between charming asshole and just asshole is one he fails to tread lightly most days, but he's mostly harmless. Let's just say the Bdoubleo could also stand for boorish. A bit of a sellout, but he enjoys what he does and many appreciate his extremely.. candid attitude. Best likened to a cartoon villain dressed as a rockstar, with the ego to match. (It's usually his unrelenting pretentiousness that gets him into Twitter spats.)

Thank you @foxden-frontier for always helping out with my stupid aus ^v^

Annoying at worst, unfortunately very charismatic at best. You could say he's a softie at heart, but that implies its at all difficult to spot. Once he's done "clapping back at all the haters", in person he's still got a temper (he thinks he has a bad boy reputation to uphold) but is enthusiastically friendly.

Etho, 32, resident keytarist of creatively named band Canadian Bacon. Joined by his two best friends, Pause the frontman and bassist, and Beef their drummer. A deceptively popular band if judging by their permanent rough draft name and their nerdy-college-student dress code. Etho himself is just a guy who likes playing music with his buddies, their hobby having blown up under their noses. Now, as an unfortunately successful touring artist, Etho's anonymity is scarce, but he continues to wear his mask to discourage widespread photos of his face. In spirit. He's concerned about having his face plastered all over fan accounts, which still occurs, but a perk of having a completely rabid fanbase is that many will defend your boundaries to their last dying breath. Like his face, his legal name is out and about online, but its similarly discouraged. Best likened to just a guy.

If asked on the subject of his scar, the entire band has various different whimsical stories, brand new everytime. His lack of internet presence means Pause and Beef are free to make up whatever misinformation about him as they please completely unchecked (in jest of course), and they do take advantage of that. Many of these alternative facts are passed around on wikis and in fan circles.

To say Bdubs is jealous of Canadian Bacon's popularity is an understatement. They weren't even trying at all and yet they're the hot shit? But instead of putting that jealousy to hatred (which he had considered of course) he's instead set himself on proving himself. And if that means impressing Etho then so be it. Why does it mean impressing Etho? Good question, never ask it again. They say keep your enemies close, and Bdubs' enemies don't deserve personal space.

As it turns out, Etho wasn't too difficult to impress or maybe Bdubs was just that amazing. Either way, they end up hitting it off. Their friendship is an interesting one, mostly because Etho's fans basically hunt Bdubs for sport online. We're talking scribbled out of pictures, get behind me, #FreeEtho. Etho thinks he seems pretty cool though, if not a bit much sometimes, so no harm no foul.

Okay, rapid fire, some other notes for this au.

> Etho's legal name is Ethel. Because it is. My heart is so set on it. But if you're boring, Ethan or Ezekiel or something work too I guess.

> Etho's keytar mimics a more traditional guitar in most cases, though he's known to experiment a lot with how far he can push that.

> Etho's scar is from a mugging in this au, not a very fun story to tell. Beef practicing his brand new razor blade throwing hobby or fighting a bear to beat Pause in a bet is much more entertaining.

> Canadian Bacon is meant to have a manager, but I couldn't think of anyone I felt fit. Just a note.

> Bdubs has a habit of grabbing Etho by his tie and pulling him down to his level or otherwise using it as a leash. Etho doesn't usually wear the tie outside of show stuff or interviews, but he wears it around Bdubs because thinks its funny. When there's no tie that doesn't stop Bdubs, collars and hoodie strings are subject to the same usage.

> Etho isn't aware of how infamous Bdubs is when they meet as they meet at a festival with a big group of other musicians. Most of which already know Bdubs as his more excitable friendly self. He only finds out later when Bdubs complains about Etho's fans flaming him anytime he mentions him.

> Bdubs still has a self-imposed curfew, 10pm every night unless it conflicts with a show. He needs his beauty sleep.

> The trigger reason for the animosity toward Bdubs is due to being blamed by fans for the split of his last band that had a pretty hardcore cult following (OOG, I've not named their band yet), and that has since snowballed into what it is today, despite his actions being relatively harmless. To note, this was not an assumption at all promoted by either party, it was entirely a fanmade judgement.

> For those who can, picture s5 jungle Bdubs mixed with drunken OOG(E) ctm maps for his approximate personality. Still goofy but with a sharper tongue and a lot worse of a temper.

> Originally I considered Cleo as Bdubs' manager so he's not all alone in narrative sense, I still think it's not a bad idea I'd love to see her chew him out for acting like a moron. Ren or Scar would be also be options for manager.

> Bdubs needs a touring band, but I'm not well versed enough in the hermits to actually pick one out. Just a note.

Okay, that's most of it! There's some more pg-13 headcanons for this au, along the lines of fuck yeah rock'n roll lifestyle, but it's not really important I'm sure just that is enough to get the gist of it. Thank you for reading this overly long note. ^v~

#Definitely expect more stupid aus - ive been having a lot of fun throwing them into random scenarios #ive been watching a lot of older bdubs content lately and ive been loving his attitude #band au #bdubs #etho #birdie art #birdie writing #bdoubleo #bdoubleo100 #hope i did the alt text right - let me know if it needs fixing #bdouble100 fanart #bdoubleo fanart #ethoslab fanart #etho fanart #ethoslab #hermitcraft fanart #divorce duo

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fl0wrmzy · 7 days ago

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Jake Peralta Head-canons~

soft head-canon~

he loves. and i cannot stress this enough, LOVES cuddling. if he's around you then he will be touching you in any way, shape or form. whether it be holding hands, kisses, gentle caresses, just with his hand around your waist, hip or shoulder. he craves it like oxygen.

he loves watching your girly movies. he'll groan and whine through out to protest against a cheesy romcom kiss or a cute scene from mean girls but he loves those movies. he probably grew up watching them because of Gina.

he loves taking candid pictures of you. he's the type to take a picture of you petting a cat or taking a picture of one (like this one). you always catch him since he's not so subtle about it, even though you act like you're annoyed with it you love that habit of his.

he tries so hard to cook something for you but he usually fails. or just orders takeout and pretends he cooked it until you see the empty takeout boxes in the trash and he sheepishly admits he was lying and just wanted to do something for you.

he LOVES when you wear his clothes. whether it be because you forgot to bring a change while going to his apartment or because you spilled something over your clothes and got them dirty he will absolutely lend you a t-shirt or hoodie.

he's definitely is the type of boyfriend/partner to have a picture of you or both of you as his lockscreen/wallpaper. he loves you wholeheartedly and isn't ashamed of it or you for that matter.

is def the type to hug you with one hand around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head.

it physically pains him to see you in distress, pain, or crying. he'll do anything to have you back to your normal calm/cheerful self. he'll make jokes, remind you of inside jokes, plans for the week, fond memories together. anything to distract you from whatever it is you're going through.

NSFW head-canons~

he loves makeout sessions. even if they lead to nowhere he longs for them.

he is up for literally anything in the bedroom (01x04) and is definitely not scared to try anything even if it doesn't turn out as expected.

missionary or any position where he can look at directly because he loves kissing during it and seeing what he's doing to you.

he's so gentle it's adorable. unless of course you ask for it not so gentle.

he is definitely one to set the mood. not always but he loves to. he'll set up little fake candles because he knows it'll go wrong if he uses real ones, soft music (he probably has a whole playlist), being all nice n flirty before he eases you to it. and not that he's an asshole usually but his usual annoyingly teasing persona fades he's just a plain loverboy during those moments.

HICKIES !!!! any and everywhere. leaving them and receiving them just, hickies.

definitely the type to lift you up while you both kiss. he may not look like it but he's strong. (not terry strong obv) but are we forgetting he broke mirrored glass with his hands? broke a mug from a squeeze and broke a piece of wood in court from one slam?

very vocal. he may even get louder than you if it feels good enough. you name it, whines, moans, whimpers, groans, cooing, everything. he is very comfortable in his own skin to not think making noise during sex is only for women.

definitely enjoys little slow makeout sessions after sex. just holding you in his arms as he softly and slowly kisses you as if you're the most fragile thing in this planet. like you could shatter if he went too rough with it.

lowkey a masochist and a sub but doesn't admit it. most he'll do is admit to being a switch which is true but if it were up to him he'd love to be the sub all the time.

he loves roleplay. i mean have you seen how fast that man comes up with undercover characters for cases?

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i have no idea what i went through while writing this. i just felt like i needed to get it out. WE NEED MORE JAKE PERALTA POSTS ON TUMBLR !!!

#b99 #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #headcanon #season 1 jake peralta #imagine #fluff #smut #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta imagines #jake peralta headcanons

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qierxing · 1 year ago

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i would love to see wanderer have to deal with someone who just doesn't care.

your first thought when you see him snapping at a poor person who happens to get on his wrong side is 'oh. this guy's an asshole'. it's not a flattering thought, but this isn't your first time encountering a guy who acts holier than thou.

your friends tell you he's a menace, he's already scared off anyone that's not up to his infinitesimal standards. Even the matra step carefully around him. You shrug and say "he's a step above an angsty teenager".

Wanderer who tells you that you're strange. his anger is much more muted compared to before he was known as Scaramouche; when he was filled with misdirected anger and rage and hatred-albeit it still shows when he makes a scathing insult to you. He feels a bit annoyed when you only stare at him unimpressed, and respond with "So...do you want to get lunch with me or not?"

Nahida tells him how glad she is that he's making a friend. he retorts that he's only entertaining you because you're by far the least annoying person to be around. You don't demand things of him. You're not suspicious of him. Actually, do you even care about him?

Wanderer gets the answer one late night.

It's annoying. you don't seem to give a flying fuck that a suspicious man keeps intruding into your home for dinner. and on top of that, making it a habit! do you have any self preservation?

"Of course I do." you reply with no offense in your tone.

"You just told me where your house key was in case I needed to come in." he responds flatly.

"You're the one always coming over, though. Just thought I would make it easier."

he chokes on the water he's sipping, and you hand him a napkin without a missed beat. how dare—

...ok, fine. he admits it. He likes you more than he originally thought. Enough to the point where his heart pounds and he looks forward to the times when he can be with you again.

so he's more than just pissed off to find your house empty at night time. granted, okay, it wasn't guaranteed that you would be cooking like usual tonight, but it's practically a given that you would have dinner together. right?

clearly not. Wanderer finds you lounging with your friends at Lambad's Tavern, exchanging easy quips and banter over fried samosas and skins of snake wine. His vision turns red at the sight of you leaning your head on a friend's shoulder, tired from the night's reveries.

he has half a mind to make sure that friend goes missing the next day or with a clear message that you were his but.

he's petty. he's hurt. he cared about you! do you know how hard it is to make him do that?

it's about time you cared too.

he may not have the original influence he had as a Harbinger, but he knows how to pull strings. and he'll make you realize it if it's the last thing he does.

he will make you care about him—if only to not feel like he's being left behind again.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere wanderer #my works #the funny thing is that idc about wanderer/scaramouche but he is entertaining at times #he makes for fun interactions

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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NSFW ALPHABET - JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: in case you haven't noticed, I'm horny for Javier Peña

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Javi is a real gentleman when it comes to aftercare, he is all about warm cloths to wipe the cum off your body, hands you glasses of water and gets you blankets if you're cold

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favorite body part is his cock, obviously, but he also likes his arms because he can use them to hold you, lift you up or trap you against the bed. His favorite part of your body in an erotic way are definitely your tits and your clit, he could spend hours kissing and teasing it.

Non erotically, he likes your hand because of course your nails are always neatly done for him

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He likes to mark you as his with his cum. Of course cumming inside is the easiest way, but he also loves to see your pretty face dripping with it all the way down your tits

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

A very dark part of him would like to try some gun play with you, but he never attempted it because he doesn't want to scare you off

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Please. We're talking about Javier Peña… the man knows what he is doing, from the streets of Laredo to the streets of Colombia he's had more pussy (and ass) than any other motherfucker.

F= Favorite position

He's all about the good old doggy style, but he also likes to fuck you on your side while you face the mirror so you won't miss any detail of who's giving you that cook so good and when he's tired he likes when you ride him

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Javi is usually pretty serious during sex because he takes sex seriously, sex is great, he loves sex, why would he mess around?

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Javi is quite hairy down there, but he keeps things trimmed so it won't bother you too much when you go down on him

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

It doesn't matter if he's being romantic or rough, he is always dirty. Javier Peña was born a walking sin, so regardless of his mood, he is gonna add a dirty touch. He'll either dirty talk to you A LOT mostly in spanish, don't forget you are his puta and or he'll slip one digit to your asshole to caress it or finger it if you're in the mood

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

When you two aren't spending the night together he might rub one off in shower if he isn't too tired after work, when he travels on business and you can't go alone he calls you and he always jerks off as you guys have phone sex

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Nail kink

Squirting

Thigh riding (and making you lick the wet spot clean you left on his jeans)

Ass eating

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere really, when you guys are out he likes fucking you in his car, in his office and also in some narrow, dark, street downtown where anyone can pass by and see how much of a puta you are for him

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Anything can make Javier horny, he is the definition of horny, sometimes just the general adrenaline of his daily job makes pumps the blood towards that place and he can't even help it

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Breeding kink at all, he doesn't really wanna be a father so all that baby talk while having sex is a turn off to him

Degradation kink: the man is a praiser, he will praise you for being gorgeous, for being such a nice little whore and for taking his cock so well

Male/female/male threesomes: he is a hypocrite and he knows it, he loves female/male/female threesomes and nothing is hotter to him than watch you eating another girl's pussy and vice versa, or how the two of you would share his cock, licking him and exchanging sloppy kisses with his cum in your mouths. But he will not share you with another guy, the mere thought of a man fucking you makes him rage. So if you wanna try some DP, you'd better take your dildo out of the drawer

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

50/50 he enjoys doing it and he loves receiving it, Javi is very skillful and he knows exactly where to press your buttons. He is also pretty good at rimming and he can convince anyone to let him have their tight ass

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Usually he's got a fast pace unless the occasion calls for something more romantic or slower, in case he's injured or just plain tired, Javi lasts for a decent time in bed, but just to be safe, he'd rather start by making you cum at least once before he does as well

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

You both love quickies as his lifestyle is so agitated it's not always you have enough time to take the time you need, so you gotta make things fast

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He is always into new things, the dirtier the better

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Javi can go for a few rounds a day, he's got no problem with that

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Javier doesn't own toys but he has no problem in using yours to spice up things, he would love to place your clit sucker on the highest speed and watch your legs shake

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He teases when he's patient enough for it, otherwise he just likes to get straight to the point

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Javi dirty talks a lot but he isn't very loud, he grunts and moans and mostly into your ear, but he loves when you go crazy and make a lot of noise

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He enjoys footjobs more than he tells you but he feels kinda awkward in asking you for it

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Javi's cock is thick, at least 7 inches and a shade lighter than his skin tone. His tip is rosey and his balls are heavy.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Again… this is Javier Peña we are talking about so I guess we already know?

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

If he's exhausted he might sleep after, but it happens rarely. Usually he still goes for a smoke and only then he is able to close his eyes and fall asleep.

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cloverskentwells · 4 months ago

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ficlet: inspired by this scene from the show never have i ever

when the rule change is announced, shortly after the hunt for katniss draws a dead end and the two cannons in quick succession of each other combined with the fact that marvel never met up with them announce the very probable fact that he's dead, cato and clove are left facing one another, shocked into stillness by the news. their weapons lie discarded at their sides, gathering dirt and whatever else is lying under the arena's soil to add little dark specks among the blood. the resounding silence echoes around them in a stark contrast from claudius templesmith's booming voice that had swept the arena just seconds before.

clove recovers first - out of the two of them, she'd always considered herself the faster one - and shrinks back into a persona she's comfortable with, her default shell of biting sarcasm and scathing sharp wit wrapping around her comfortably like a blanket to a newborn. "so it looks like we're the only two left," she mutters slowly, more to herself than for cato's benefit. "and we're in the finals, apparently." cato grunts in confirmation.

"it's awesome that you made it this far," he says slowly, and she can visibly see him regaining his wits in real time, the transformation obvious in the unsubtle changes of his facial expressions - unlike her, he had no practice in carefully controlling and mastering what he allowed his face to reveal. clove observes his recovery and takes note of his surprise, which is followed by slow acceptance, and then followed by the dawning of a reality she'd accepted several seconds before him.

naturally, his irritating habit of finding every opportunity to provoke her returns with his recovered senses. it doesn't take long for him to become his typically insufferable self. gathering his weapons and approaching her with the cocky smirk she'd come to associate him with, cato continues his jab. "we'll see how it goes, clover." his large hand settles companionably on her shoulder in a friendly gesture clove decides not to punish. she also doesn't bother to protest at the term of endearment - better cato, anyways, who says it with some modicum of grudging respect and admiration, then marvel (an ally she did not at all "dearly miss") who liked to relentlessly tease her and imply that there was something going on between her and her district partner that existed under the surface of their mutual antagonism and vicious barbed-wire threats.

clove watches him walk away, probably back towards their campsite (because of course he just assumes she'll blindly follow along like he's still the leader of a pack that's mostly dead - or close to it, in peeta's case), incredulously. "what the fuck do you mean by - cato, i'm telling you 'how it'll go' right now!" in a rare moment of weakness that she isn't proud of, she hastily stumbles after him so they can walk side by side as she gets the last word. normally, clove prides herself in not putting that much effort to win a verbal battle against someone, always ready with a cutting remark, but this time he's gotten the better of her.

cato's amused chuckles only agitate her further. "it'll go bad for you! and good for me! because i'm the better tribute and we both know it, you blonde oaf!"

he comes to a stop beside her to laugh, almost hysterically. and clove can't blame him, she can only blame herself for her lame attempt to sass him.

but because she was never one for self awareness, she blames everything but her own behavior. so many factors were responsible. the stupid rule change that meant they were inextricably tied to one another, cato for making it difficult for her to contemplate a reality without his hubris and deep chuckles and strength complementing her own as they fought side by side. cato for being her only tie to home and weakening her so badly she'd begun to consider him a friend. a friend, of all things, when he was supposed to be just some competitive asshole with an ego she could easily check with a well aimed blade at a lethal area.

because he felt the need to worsen her current feeling of indignity, cato smiles down at her - fondly, with crinkling and affectionate eyes as if he has grown to enjoy her presence. like an insane person. "fine, but we can go home together now, you know."

"stop that. we're still enemies. it doesnt change anything, and you know it." she feels the need to regain distance, and fast. hide whatever is the reason for this weird sense of gratitude that claudius templesmith's announcement had drawn out of clove.

"yeah, no shit, i can't stand you," he agrees, although clove doubts his sincerity based on the impish smile he's not working too hard to cover. cato watches her glaring back at him with his arms crossed in an obvious attempt to flex, leaning casually against a tree like he's some unreasonably handsome capitol model endorsing a weird makeup product, as always too confident and assured in his sense of righteousness.

it's a fight she has no chance of winning. with a huff, clove opts to ignore him, resuming the trek to their campsite and keeping him at her back where she doesn't have to deal with visual evidence of his presence.

he laughs lightly behind her, obviously amused by her failure to one-up him. her lips twitch upwards responsively in an exasperated smile that she forcibly suppresses.

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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

Chapter 8

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter Eight

A year and half has passed since then. Toby was in the 8th grade now, being 15 years old. His birthday was just around the corner. His final year in Junior high. The kids never laid back, in fact the bullying only got worse. Toby was shoved and locked into lockers, pushed down the bleachers in the gym, humiliated constantly, and to top it all off, when he came home, it was a different story completely.

His dad started to gamble, and Lyra was thinking about getting a GED and getting into college. His dad lost a lot of money from his games and addictions. That broke up the family even more. Lyra had been upset for days about not having the money to get into the school she wanted. She was very close to just giving up completely on her dream life. She was 19, about to be 20 in three months. Lyra felt like her life was meaningless.

Toby of course was there to comfort her like she had him those past years. Everything suddenly felt so nostalgic. Toby picked up the biting and picking habit even harder. His hands were very much scarred. He ended up giving in and bandaging them up himself to avoid infection. It wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be now that he's grown out of that mindset. To prevent himself from biting the bandages until they ripped, he resorted to chewing on hoodie strings until they were practically little fibers. He may have accidentally completely digested some before.

Toby had a cassette player, given to him by Lyra. It had a tape with one of his favorite songs. Toby liked listening to songs by Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Pink Floyd and many more. He was given all of the tapes of his favorites though.

He was currently walking home, carrying a bag of milk, bread and eggs. They needed groceries and was given the task to go pick them up. Toby had headphones on so he couldn't exactly hear anything, he didn't think he needed to.

That was until a rock was thrown hard at the back of his head. He almost didn't feel it but he could tell something hit him.

He pressed pause on the cassette tape and lifted one side of his headphones to turn and see where this mystery rock came from.

To no surprise he was met with three other boys standing behind him, bikes propped up on an old candy store wall.

"Hey ticci!"

Toby rolled his eyes and put his headphones back on, ignoring them. Another rock was thrown at him, making him snarl a little in annoyance.

"C'mon talk to us!"

They bickered at him, laughing as a group.

"What'cha got there? More pills for your little disease?"

The more they spoke, the more echoed their words would become in his mind. His hands were becoming sweaty from how tight he was gripping the bags. Toby continued to ignore them, trying to be the bigger person.

He kept walking, but kept his music off in case anything were to happen, and knowing his luck, it did.

The sound of bike wheels rolling caught up to him. The three kids were on bikes, peddling beside him slowly as he walked. He knew they just wanted a reaction from him, and they weren't going to get it.

Toby came up to an alleyway, turning into it to escape them, but they followed him, tossing rocks as they did so.

He may have forgotten bikes weren't like cars, and could fit in more narrow spaces.

"Where ya going? This is poor folk ville." The kids cackled as one of the boys screeched up in front of Toby, stopping their bike in his way.

Toby finally stopped, keeping his gaze down. An alleyway, no one was around, asshole kids surrounding him. He was going to die here wasn't he.

"Hey, uh, what do you say we play a game, a game called, make the freak bleed?"

One of the kids suggested, earning a predatory gaze amongst the other two kids.

Toby felt his heart sink a little. He was a little scared, yeah, but nothing he couldn't handle. The other male pulled a sharp pocket knife from his pocket, parking his bike.

Before Toby knew it, he was being held back, the bags were ripped from his hands and thrown to the side, spilling the milk and breaking the eggs. They stepped on the bread, completely ruining it. Well there goes dinner for the next week.

"Okay seriously fuck off!" Toby screamed, baring his teeth and kicking at the kids who held him by his arms back. It didn't help that these boys were more fit, and actually had the strength to do whatever they wanted.

It wasn't hard to hold him, as he didn't have much strength to pull, but he sure as hell didn't just sit there.

"Don't be so skittish, we're just gonna draw one of your little symbols..or well, carve it in ya!" The boy laughed, getting a sense of satisfaction when the two others brought Toby to the ground, holding him as he kicked and tried to free his arms.

"Wh-why are you do…do-doing this!?" he may have even started crying by now but he honestly couldn't tell.

"Is the baby freak gonna cry! What?! Don't want a 3D tattoo?!"

The blond boy started to carve deep into Toby's side. Making a circle as best as he could then deeply cutting an X through it, laughing loudly as he did so.

Toby honestly just watched. He was still slightly crying, yes, but showed no reaction to pain. His vision was a little blurry yes, as one's body would react to pain, but that part just wasn't there.

The blood dripped down smoothly, getting onto the ground and staining anything near it. The cuts were so deep that the amount of blood that seeped through was almost lethal. The kids were laughing and remained holding him down as if he was struggling anymore. His body didn't want to move, no matter how hard he wanted to.

They were carving it perfectly into his abdomen. He didn't see the cuts, but feared his intestines were gonna fall out. He couldn't feel where they were cutting, or how deep it was. He just knew he saw a bunch of blood.

"Why aren't you screaming?! Huh!"

"...you..act like i can feel it.."

Toby thought out loud , his voice croaky and hoarse.

After a minute of staring up at their blurry figures and echoed laughter, finally they pulled back, letting go of his wrists. They left red marks on his arms from gripping so hard and his struggling not making them look any better. He felt every muscle in his body go limp.

The kid who cut him grabbed his face with a strong force, almost hitting his head on the concrete. "And don't even think about telling the police, if so, I'll kill you." his voice was threatening honestly, he was just still sitting there wondering what he did to deserve this.

Toby was left in the alleyway like a dying dog. He glanced weakly at the destroyed groceries and broken cassette tape that fell out of his pocket. His headphones were all bent. Everything was ruined, and now he was going to have a scar.

Toby found himself slowly rising to his feet, coughing blood. His nose was bleeding.

Toby pulled the strength together to start limping home. He was two hours late than the time he promised to be back. So he's late, and now completely empty handed.

He held his stomach the whole way back. Blood stained his clothes and hands. He took the back way so no one saw this disturbing sight of a boy walking as if he wasn't bleeding out.

It was really windy out, and he could kind of make up the sound of tv static?

He turned down the street to see the figure standing on his street, right in front of his house.

"...what are….you doing here….you can't be here…"

Toby weakly squeezed out, clinching himself tighter, as if he was hiding his injury. "Did…you do this to me." he narrowed his eyebrows towards its still standing figure.

"Did you make them do th-this to me?!" he screamed with all of his lungs, finally dropping to the ground to a high pitch ringing static in his ears. "stop it stop it!! You were so nice to me before!"

"ㄥモ匕爪モ卄モㄥㄗㄚ口∪…."

"工匚丹れ卄モㄥㄗㄚ口∪….."

"工匚丹れＳ丹∨モㄚ口∪……"

"No! No! Stop!.." Toby held his ears, getting up the best he could.

"工丹爪ㄚ口∪尺ム口刀."

"工丹爪ㄚ口∪尺Ｓ丹∨工口尺."

"No! Y-you're not real! You were never real!" Toby opened his eyes again to see that it was completely gone.

He could still hear the faint static, this was the first time it's ever spoken to him. It was almost telepathic. Toby scrambled himself home and crawled in through the back window. He didn't want to be seen, he just wanted to disappear.

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