#and it's the type of thing that would have offended jack had he known | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bones4thecats · 8 months ago

Note

Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack and Nikola with a s/o that's like 10X stronger than they are, like reader doesn't look like it at all but they can just pick them up and throw them over their shoulder with not even a little bit of their power wasted, reader is also known all around like a powerful and authority figure, they're a head god/goddess (kinda like Zeus and Odin)

Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack the Ripper, and Nikola Tesla Name: Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: These readers are all from different FAKE Pantheons, so you won’t be able to find any information out. But, they are all slightly inspired by the Bible, the Sinto, and the Greek Pantheon. By the way, here are the four different regions the FAKE Pantheons are from/set; Hierarchie - Germany �� Hiérarchie - France ║ Jiēcéng - China ║ Ierarhie - Romania. By the way, these all mean ‘Hierarchy’ just so you guys know

✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅

🪰 You had met Beelzebub back in 2000 B.C.E. at one of your first Gods’ Council Meetings as the leader of your Pantheon, Hierarchie

🪰 He was a very quiet person, and that interested you, due to being a fairly quiet person yourself. And the only reason that Beelzebub actually looked up from his hands was when someone tried to offend him, resulting in you sending a lightning bolt to strike them directly in the head

🪰 When you guys first met, Beelzebub had tried to keep his distance from you, as he didn’t want your Pantheon on his ass if you were to be harmed by this God-forsaken curse he was born with

🪰 Surprisingly, despite his obvious care for you, this curse had never harmed you, it was as if Satan had seen you as worthy of the affections of Beelzebub’s, which made him nearly cry tears of joy

🪰 Now, when it was decided that Ragnarok would have to produce 13 Gods for fighting, it was decided that there would be a Head of Pantheon fighting against a well-respected member of Humanity fighting

(Ignore the Beelzebub and Nikola Tesla fight)

🪰 It was you who was chosen to fight against Humanity’s representatives, the Greatest Warrior in History and by-far the most Successful Military Commander in History, Alexander the Great

🪰 The man had readied his Völundr sarissa as you stood there as he claimed the care that Humanity had and how they could better themselves if given the chance, your husband softly chuckled at your comeback to the pledge

" Let me guess, Brunhilde has been filling your heads with that nonsense? How fitting. She’s always been such a blood-thirsty and crude woman, I wouldn't put it behind her to lie to her assets. Though, despite the ignorant comment, you are not the dumbest man I’ve met, though, you better pray that he doesn’t die, mortal. "

🪰 The Gods erupted in laughter at your insult, and hearing Brunhilde’s swears only made it even better

🪰 Due to being well-known for your barbaric actions in battle and that you loved working your opponents up so they lost due to anger made your Pantheon cheer as Heimdall called out the starting word for Round 8 of Ragnarok

🪰 Now the only thing your husband could do is watch and hope that you come out of this unscathed, if a human could take down the likes of Poseidon, Heracles, and Hades, who knows if they can get you

🔱 As a new head to your Pantheon, Hiérarchie, that originated in the northern land of Gaul, now known as France, by the migratory people

🔱 Poseidon was not amused when Hades had sent him a letter explaining that he was required to come to a meeting between the most powerful members of the multitude of Pantheons across the world

🔱 He had only been there a few minutes when you appeared in complete smoke, covering your feet as you strode in as your right-hand, the God of Life, Vie (life), appeared next to you, spreading light whereas you spread darkness

🔱 During that meeting, Poseidon had snuck quick glaces at you, and the only one to even come lose to noticing was Hades and Vie, who only glanced at you both and shrugged their shoulders

🔱 As you and Poseidon began to speak more and more over the next few thousand years, your relationship grew into a full-on marriage, settling a union between two of the most powerful Pantheons in mythology

🔱 Now, when Ragnarok was proposed by Brunhilde, you were chosen by Zeus to represent the Gods in the third round against an unknown human contestant

(Ignore the Poseidon vs Sasakii Kojiro fight)

🔱 You were set to go against the well-known Greek physician, Hippocrates, also known as the 'Father of Modern Medicine', who had written many different things he had discovered about illnesses, which helped Humanity grow in healing one another

🔱 Staring at the middle-aged man, despite the fact he (supposedly) lived to a very old age, that being 90 years, you scoffed lightly. This action made the physician cock and eyebrow and ask you what the matter was

" You. You are the matter. I'm the head of a Pantheon, a Supreme Deity, and I have to battle against some old man? How repulsive. " " You sound quite arrogant, ma'am/sir. " " Arrogant? Y'know, I was going to be nice and allow you the win so I can get back to doing my real job and handling my people, but now? Forget it. Grab your weapon and ready yourself, human. Because I'm not as nice as some say I am. "

🔱 Gripping his trident tighter as the second passed in the battle, Poseidon was interrupted in his thoughts by his nephew, Ares', screams of support to you as Heracles smiled and cheered for you more quietly

🔱 You were stronger than him... and if he knew he could defeat a human in battle, you definitely would. Right?

" Please be safe, my love... "

🩸 Jack knows for certain that you're powerful, far more powerful than him. Even if he had a clone of himself, you would still win against both, no doubt. You are a Supreme Deity for a reason, after all

🩸 As your Pantheon was made many centuries before England was, you would normally curse people out underneath your breath in severely ancient Chinese, and whenever Jack asked you about your travels back home, you would rather he call it 'Zhongguo', as that is what it was called when you were made

🩸 When Ragnarok was hailed and you walked out of the Council with your smaller-Pantheon following you and the Valkyrie sisters, you were worried... what if Brunhilde chose your husband?

🩸 Unfortunately, Brunhilde had asked if your husband would be willing to participate in the battle to the death. And, being a protective spouse, you shut it down and said you would take his place

🩸 Hearing that news made Jack nearly spit out his tea, he knew you didn't want him to die again and all, but why would you sacrifice yourself like this?

" My love, I am truly sorry for not notifying you about this issue. But, I must admit, I do not wish to see you get thrown around by some punk-God who just wants Humanity destroyed. Unlike them, I know for certain that Humanity is worth fighting for, and I- I don't want you possibly dying for that cause. I'd rather die than live without you for the rest of my life. " " As your husband, I admit the same. An afterlife without you would be like living on Earth without oxygen, I would not be able to handle it. " " How about this; we fight together? After all, neither of us can live without the other, right? " " You always find the most crafty ways of getting out of this accidents, am I correct, Y/N? " " Yes you are, dearest. "

(Ignore that his original opponent was Heracles, he deserves to live U-U)

🩸 Humanity was not happy to hear that they were being represented by a killer duo, that being the supposed Jack the Ripper, a man who killed multiple women throughout the year 1888, and a Deity of Blood-lust and War, one that had tortured many in their conquest to rid the world of threats against your people

🩸 The Gods chosen to fight you both was the twins of Egyptian Mythology, Geb, the God of the Earth, and Nut, Goddess of the Sky. You just so happened to be close to Nut, which resulted in you and her going apart from one another as the battle commenced

🩸 When you and Geb looked into one another's eyes as Jack and Nut looked into their opponent's, Brunhilde looked over you all and clenched her fists

🩸 You both better come out of this alive; she doesn't need to lose someone she holds very dear to her again

🧪 As the Supreme God of the Ierarhie Pantheon, which hailed from the European Country of Romania, you knew of many people coming from nearby lands, including the famous Nikola Tesla, who migrated from his home village in Smijan, Croatia, to North America

🧪 When you both first met, you were speaking to one of your close human friends, Marie Curie, and he noticed how your eyes lit up with amazement as she explained the suit's mechanisms

🧪 He hasn't seen anyone other than his fellow scientists look so gleefully at a piece of machinery before

🧪 As you stood and listened, Nikola had looked at you every once and a while before he was called by Marie, making him turn around and officially meet you

🧪 And he had to admit, you were one of the most gorgeous beings he has ever laid eyes upon. You were even more beautiful than the first invention he ever made

🧪 Ever since that day, you had always come in on your free-days away from Supreme-Deity duties and you would assist the many scientists on what they could do to improve the giant suit for Ragnarok

🧪 Speaking of Ragnarok, when you found out that the man you had grown close to was fighting Beelzebub, one of the most ruthless and mysterious Gods in the entire mixture of Pantheons, you had put your foot down and begun to speak with him about it, resulting in Brunhilde and Zeus making the exception for you to help out during the round, like a fight happening during a fight

🧪 When it was announced that you and Nikola were needed on the battlefield, you had hugged him tightly as he and his Valkyrie, Göndul, prepared and performed their Völundr

🧪 As you gripped your weapon, he looked down on you, gifting you the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen in your entire life of millions of years, and hearing the love-sick words pour out of his mouth made you nearly cry and kiss him for the possible first and last time

" Ljubavi (my love, I think?), I must confess this to you before we make an ultimate sacrifice. I love you, I have ever since I had laid my eyes upon your darling form. And I must do this if we do not make it out alive. "

🧪 When you felt him kiss you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, making him sigh contently as you kissed him right back. His and your shared fears leaving your minds for a while as the moment continued, the only thing snapping you away is the sound of Heimdall beginning your introductions

" I love you, Y/N. " " And I love you, Nikola Tesla. "

467 notes · View notes

pocoyo-yo · 3 years ago

Text

[Sketch - Jean x F!Reader]

Summary: First class passenger, Y/N L/N, approaches third class artist, Jean Kirsten, for a very special portrait and things soon escalate far from professional (This isn't going to be completely accurate to how the scene went but you'll get the gist)

Warnings: smut, intercourse, slight overstimulation, vaginal intercourse, fingering, praise kink, pet names, sir kink, F/M, bratty Y/N & lowkey dominate Y/N, dominate Jean but he grows subby (ya'll know good and well if you watched the car scene with Jack and Rose you know Rose had that man wrapped around her finger- had him shaking afterwords)

Fandom: AOT/SNK

"Are you Mr. Kirstein?"

You asked, adjusting your coat as you approached the young man sitting on a bench by the railing of the boat. He looked over at you and smiled, "Yes I am and to who I owe the pleasure?"

You pulled out your coin purse and fumbled with the money. "I'm Y/N L/N," You glanced up at him as you licked your lips. "And I would like you to draw me Mr. Kirstein." You requested and Jean's lips spread apart slightly. Of course he wasn't going to refuse, especially because of that was of cash in your hand but his mind wondered the more he stared at you. You were so posh- your hair was perfect, you were practically covered in jewelry, your dress...your dress was something else. His entire life savings could never afford that dress.

So how did a girl like you even figure out he existed?

"If I may...I have to ask why me? I mean there are plenty of other artists on this ship that are up to your," His eyes landed on the emerald pendant that rested on your chest. "Status." Jean muttered and your response was quite unexpected. He thought you'd be a bit more offended at his words but instead you stayed silent, avoiding all eye contact.

"I," You looked at Jean with a pout. "I heard about you through some family friends from France- I wanted you because you're the only who draws in the ways I'm looking for!" You exclaimed and his eyes widened before he chuckled.

"Ah so my style of portraits."

You shook your head and held up the pendent. "I mean I suppose but Mr. Kirstein...I want you to draw me like one of your French girls," Oh...oh shit- those French girls or the other French girls? "I want you to draw me wearing this," He looked you up and down before shrugging.

"Oh alright then-"

"-wearing only this." You finished and Jean's mouth remained open yet no words left his lips. So that's what you meant- you wanted a portrait to be done of you naked. He probably should've figured that considered that since those types of portraits are what he mostly drew and considering the fact that's how you learned about him, it must've been what he was known for as well.

"Well I..." He trailed off, now this had become a bit of an issue. He was an artist of course but he was a 3rd class artist. No matter how professional this entire thing may be if he was caught drawing the portrait of a naked rich girl the situation wouldn't be so pretty. "Mr. Kirstein no one will have to know it was you," You carefully grabbed his hand and opened his palm, placing the wad of cash right there. "I'll expect you at first class suite 23 at 6:00pm sharp- no earlier no later or we might get caught." You explained and Jean watched as you slipped your coin purse back into your coat pocket.

"And what if I don't show?" Jean teased- of course he was going to show. Who would miss an opportunity to be in a first class suite for a good hour.

"Then I'll have security and a steward called on you for stealing from me- I mean if you don't show you technically did steal Mr. Kirstein." You reminded him and Jean couldn't help but grin. You weren't a little posh pushover.

"6:00pm sharp?" You hummed and Jean nodded, stuffing the cash in his cheap vest pocket.

"Mhm, 6:00pm sharp Miss L/N." Jean leaned back against the railing as he stared at you with hooded eyes.

You grabbed the cold metal railing and laughed softly before giving Jean a quick peck on the cheek.

"It's a date Mr. Kirstein."

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

A first class suite was nothing like he expected. This was so much more luxurious compared to what he had to sleep in. It was like his entire house but better on a ship.

Now here Jean sat on the chair you had prepared for him in front of a couch. He was gripping his sketchbook and pencil tightly as he waited for you to leave the bathroom. When he arrived you practically threw him inside and locked the door. You two had barely exchanged words before you ran off to get ready, he never understood that- I mean all the women he has encountered for a portrait looked perfectly fine to him when they spoke about the need to get ready.

"Mr. Kirstein you haven't left me haven't you?" You called out from the bathroom and he smiled at your words. "I can assure you Miss L/N that I am not going anywhere." Jean said back and after a second or two the bathroom door creaked open, there you were in loose silk robe, your hair wasn't as perfect as before- it looked more free, and you leaned against the door frame with a childish grin.

"I apologize about taking so long, I've never had a portrait done before- well I have but just not this type," You twirled the ribbon that tied your robe together around in a circle. "Anyways," You untied the bow in your robe and Jean watched with a gulp as the thin fabric slid down your shoulders and ended up on the floor. "How would you like me to lay? Or is sitting preferable for you?" You asked but all that just went through one ear and out the other for Jean. He tried not to stare but your body looked hand crafted. Your breasts, the slight dips in your hips, your stomach, everything about you looked liked something anyone in their right mind would feel a bit flustered over.

"I-I...um well you said you wanted something more relaxed than provactive so laying down would most likely look the best." Jean suggested as he found a new empty page in his sketch book.

He glanced up at you as you let out a sigh and layed down the couch, causing him to get a full view of your ass. "Shit." He cursed and as you found a comfortable position you looked at him with concern. "Is something the matter Mr. Kirstein?" You asked, bringing your plush thigh up at bit to where he didn't have a view of your cunt- which was probably for the better. "No no it's fine, I'm sorry about that I didn't mean for that to slip out." He apologized and you rolled your eyes before resting your cheek in your palm. "I may be a rich girl Mr. Kirstein but don't think I don't know how to fucking curse, and don't worry, I assure you, hearing it won't taint my innocent ears." You mumbled sarcastically as Jean's eyes focused on the emerald pendant once more. It looked so nice resting on your upper chest and collar bone, in fact, Jean saw your collar bone as one of the most beautiful features you had.

"Tilt your head down a bit," You did so and Jean squinted his eyes. "You look so serious, I thought you wanted this portrait to look relaxing." He pointed out.

You pouted. "I didn't invite you hear to judge me-"

"-Beautiful, just like that Miss L/N."

Your stomach fluttered at his words and you nervously pressed your thighs together. "Ah Ah," He shook his head and you felt your cheeks grow warm. "No moving- just keep your eyes on me- no where else just me," He knawed on the end of his pencil while glancing between you and the paper. "Keep that expression for me, yeah pretty girl."

You almost choked on air at his words.

Pretty girl.

Good god why'd he have to say such things- especially with such an concentrated look on his face. "Mr. Kirstein please-" He shushed you as he finished up the basic shape of your body. "No talking, just pout at me m'kay," Jean gave you quick glance. "Also I prefer if you refer to me as Jean, Mr. Kirstein makes me sound like my Father." Jean commented and you spoke in a faint whisper, trying not to move your lips, "Then call me Y/N."

You watched as Jean drew you with such focus. Still you could see the hint of pink coating his cheeks whenever he would look at you. "I believe you're blushing Jean." You hummed and he chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, "Who wouldn't." You felt your heart skip a beat while Jean bit down on his bottom lip as he drew. "I have your face done so you can talk now just continue to keep your head still for me." He explained and you sighed.

"You are so much more fun than those other artists who've done my portraits." You licked you lips and Jean raised a brow. "Oh? How so?"

You thought it over, "You seem happier- you look like you genuinely enjoy what you do. I know it's selfish to say such things but people of poorer incomes seem happier." Jean looked up at you and smiled. "I wouldn't say that. We struggle and would give any chance we had to be where people like you are, but I suppose we may look happier to the naked eye since we find our enjoyment in other things beside money," Jean cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat. "I apologize if I offended you...Y/N." The way he said your name was laced with hesitation and care, like it was fragile item.

"I don't know...I mean I haven't a clue of what people that live a life like yours do except the things I've been told which I doubt are true," Your lips curled into a smile as you met eyes with Jean.

"No no you didn't. It was rude say to that wasn't it." You whispered.

"What would you want to do Y/N," You stared at him confused. "If you were to spend an entire day with me what would you like to do?" Jean questioned and you forced yourself to hold back a laugh.

"I suppose you'll have to teach me."

Jean smirked and brought his chair closer to you. "And what is that you're doing?" You asked and Jean flared his nose while shading the area under your breasts. "I have to get every detail don't I?" He replied and you gulped nervously.

"You're shameless." You muttered.

Jean eyes darted to your thighs, "I'm an artist."

You stared at the loose strands of light brown hair that fell onto his forehead. The yellow light from the room illuminated against his skin made him look like a piece of artwork himself.

"Are you almost done Jean?"

He nodded, you could feel your arm going numb. "So impatient, I want to make my little time with you worth something Y/N." Jean huffed and your eyes went wide before you stared off to the side.

"...Our," Your lips parted slightly. "Our time together doesn't have to end..."

His grip on the pencil tightened as he looked up at you. "Are you done now Jean?" You repeated and he flipped the paper over, leaving his signature on the back. "Yes." He said and you sat up straight, leaning in towards him.

"Can I see it?"

Jean showed you the portrait. It was wonderful. Every bit of it looked to be made with care. People always told you that the only way for a lady to be proper was to be covered up yet here it didn't scream provocative at all even though you were completely naked. It was everything you wanted. "It's beautiful Jean," You held your emerald pendant tight. "Thank you." You mumbled and Jean scoffed, "Anytime Y/N- it was fairly easy to do since I had such a beautiful model."

You stared Jean directly in the eyes and set the portrait to the side. You placed you hands on his chest, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned.

"Is it odd that I don't want you to go?"

Jean grabbed your hand gently and kissed it.

"No," He admitted. "In fact, I, myself don't want to go."

You leaned in further, you bare breasts pressed firmly against Jean's chest and your lips touched his. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you back. The kiss was so unthoughtout yet it was tender and filled with love. Jean held your face deepening the kiss before you pulled away to catch your breath. "I need to lock the door." You blurted out and Jean kissed the corner of your mouth. "What're you saying?" He whispered and you shivered at the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek.

"I need you to teach me Jean," You could feel the arousal rising within you. "Teach me what a man like you does to have fun."

Jean stared at you for a second before laughing. "Such bold words," He wrapped his arms under your ass and lifted you up as he stood up. You held onto him tightly and Jean made his way to your bed and gently set you down on the soft satin blankets. "I'll lock it, pretty girl."

Jean walked over towards your bedroom door and locked it before looking back at you. You looked so beautiful like that. The color of the blankets really complemented your skin tone, he wanted to worship every part of you.

"Jean..." You whined and he chuckled, "Patience love."

Jean carefully pinned you down on the bed, you head sinking into the large pillows. "Touch me," You grabbed Jean's hand and placed it on your breast. His cheeks flushed red as he gave it a squeeze causing you to whimper. "Mmm...I'm not delicate," You caressed Jean's shoulders. "I'm willing to learn whatever you have to teach me," You spread your legs and Jean glanced down, his pants grew tight at the sight of your dripping cunt. "Do whatever you want to me, I just need to learn," You gasped at the feeling of Jean's knee pressed against your bare pussy. "S-Sir..." You moaned softly.

Sir? He liked the sound of that a lot.

"I'll teach you pretty girl," He kissed you deeply. "I'll teach you alright."

Jean left butterfly kisses down your jawline and neck while he fondled your breasts. Pinching and squeezing your nipples. You moaned loudly without the slightest hint of shame. It didn't help that Jean was rubbing his clothed knee against your cunt, the crease in his pants simulating your folds. "Mmmm..." You whimpered while rolling your hips against Jean's knee. "No Y/N," Jean pulled his knee away and you felt like crying out of frustration. "You have to ask permission." He scolded you playfully.

"Please," You whined. "P-Please can I sir?" Jean found it cute at how still managed to stay so proper even in such a dirty situation.

"Can you what?" He hummed and you groaned. "C-Can I get off with your knee sir?" You asked frustrated and Jean felt his cheeks flush red. Seeing you so bratty because of him...was a sight to say the least. "Yeah go on, do it." Jean said sternly as he shoved his knee back in between your legs and you quickly humped it like your life depended on it. "What do you say?" He taunted and you moaned loudly as his pants rubbed against your clit.

"T-Thank you," You chewed on your bottom lip. "Thank you sir- you're so good for me!"

Jean gulped and brought his attention from your breasts to your pussy. His pants were soaked and he wanted nothing more than to please you. He pulled his knee away and swiftly replaced it with his slender fingers. Your toes curled as you covered your mouth at the feeling of his fingers stroking your walls. "Y-You're so good sir..." You brought Jean into a deep kiss as he continued to stimulate you with his fingers. His thumb rubbed long, exaggerated circles on your swollen clit. He traced his tongue over your plump lips, he wanted- no he needed to taste you.

"Fuck..." Jean panted as he pulled away and your gummy walls squeezed tightly around his fingers. "O-Oh my- I'm gonna cum- m'gonna cum sir!" You exclaimed while the tightness in your stomach grew uncomfortable.

"You learned so much huh pretty girl," You nodded along desperately. "Alright love," He kissed your temple. "Go on and cum, you deserve it." Jean whispered and your eyes rolled back in your head as you coated his fingers in a mix of your release and your slick. But Jean still didn't stop, even with your pussy squeezing the shit out his fingers he continued to finger you- this time even faster than before. "F-Fuck..." You sighed as Jean practically fucked your cum back into you. "Such naughty words Y/N." Jean cooed.

"Sir I...I want your cock- I need it!" You begged, your voice growing hoarse.

Jean watched as you gasped and choked on tiny moans. He wanted to be inside you more than anything. His boxer's were stained with pre-cum by now. "Damn," Jean slipped his fingers out of your throbbing hole and slid them into his mouth, sucking all of juices off them. "You taste so good Y/N." He muttered while fumbling with his pants.

Jean pulled out his cock and held the base, his breath hitched and his cheeks were even more red than before due to the cool air against his sensitive tip.

"Take your shirt off." You told him and Jean let go of his erect cock to pull the white shirt off over his shoulders. You stared at Jean's chiseled features, god his body was amazing. "Shit," Jean rubbed the tip of his cock in between your folds and bit down on his bottom lip. "Mmmm...m'gonna put it in pretty girl." Jean groaned as he pushed the tip of his cock into your cunt.

You moaned and watched as Jean gripped one of your thighs and pushed one of your legs back against your chest. His cock settled in your walls and you raised a brow as a whimper left Jean's lips, his face quickly filled with embarrassment. "Such pretty noises...oh please please fuck me sir." You pleaded as Jean pulled out and thrusted right back into you, causing you to grip the sheets. Tears brimmed your eyes, he seemed to hit deeper each time he moved. You glanced down before your eyes flickered back in your head at the feeling of Jean's thumb rub your sensitive clit. "F-Faster! Please faster!" You babbled and Jean gritted his teeth as he sped up his movements.

He dug his hands into your waist and thighs. "It feels- O-Oh!" You cried out and Jean's breathed hitched as your pussy squeezed around him tightly. You could feel Jean's balls slap against your ass with every thrust. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, moaning shamelessly into your mouth.

"You're so good," You pulled your lips away from Jean's and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face. "Oh sir," You held Jean close and you could hear his breathy moans in your ear. "Such a good boy for me." You mumbled and Jean's hold on you grew tighter, his movements slowing down tremendously. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist and held back a moan as his cock swelled up inside of you. I guess he like being praised. "Make me come," You kissed Jean's temple and listened to his ragged breathing. "I know you can- go and make me cum again, be a good boy and teach me sir." You whispered as you dug your nails into Jean's back.

"O-Oh fuck..." He whined and you moaned softly as his movements quickened once again. Your pussy tightened around his around cock and you threw your head back as your second orgasm approached. "M'cumming sir!" You cried out as your toes curled and all that left your lips from then on were broken moans and high pitch squeals.

"So good- fuck your pussy's so good pretty girl." Jean moaned while his cock continued to twitch inside your tight walls.

You ran your fingers through Jean's hair and pulled on it harshly as you came around him. He never looked so good- his hair was a mess, his eyebrows were furrowed together, face flushed red and jaw hung low, and his wet lips were swollen letting out the most lewd noises that you had ever heard leave a man. Jean let out a series of breathy whimpers as pulling out with a moan and immediately came on your stomach. Thick, white, strings of cum painted your skin as you caught your breath.

Jean soon collapsed next to you on the bed and grabbed one of your expensive towels and just cleaned you up with it without a care.

"You did amazing," You petted Jean's hair as he rested his head on your chest. "You taught me so much," You kissed his forehead lovingly, it was hard to notice but you could feel his body trembling against you just a bit. "Were you a virgin Jean? You look like you just had the best orgasm in your life. If so, you were a very experienced virgin." You joked and he shook his head, he seemed like he wanted to be offended but was too overwhelmed to do so. "Of course not, I lost my virginity long before you, you're just- I don't know...you just have an effect on me. So I hope I made you feel good." He confessed and you laughed.

"Well don't worry because you did,"

You sat up and climbed on top of Jean, his breath was shakey as you sat on his lap. His cock began to harden once again. You traced your hands over his chest and licked your lips.

"Now it's my turn to teach you some thing's...my good boy."

[Taglist]

@sukuru

#jean kirsten x reader #jean kirstein #smut #aot smut #jean kirsten smut #anime #manga #subby jean #aot fic #oneshot

217 notes · View notes

chibichibisha · 3 years ago

Note

Omg I was looking through the drive file and I cannot believe I forgot about track and field club they're so cute. But now I wanna know what clubs everyone else is in!! So sha, oh wise one, tell us about The Clubs

Something I love about these types of settings is that we don't only have dorm interactions, we also have classmates and clubs!! And that expands a lot the relationships of a character! And at the end it feels natural that they know more or less everyone around the campus. Be ready this might get long!

So just as you know already, Kero is in the track and field club!! He is an upperclassman for Jack and Deuce and he wants them to rely on him for that, so he always wants to be supportive and cool for them. Thing is, he is sometimes too careless about it, and more than teaching them things or guiding them, he just puts the passion on the team, haha. Deuce and Jack like him though! They are a cute group of doggies.

Ermine is another one that is pretty clear already because of his bday card, he is on the Light Music club. He wanted to be active in it, but in his first year realized that they aren't too interested in performing. So he mostly uses his trumpet on dorm activities. He has a good relationship with the rest of the members, and honestly, they are the main reason Ermine has a break, since they insist him into joining them into their snack time and chatting. He is the most serious and diligent, but he is more "himself" with them. He usually listens to Lilia's advice, goes along with Kalim ideas and lets Cater take selfies of them. Pretty chill group.

Nahal is on the basketball club!! He doesn't look like it, but he is somewhat a sporty guy, a good balance between good student and good athlete, so that's why he choose a sport club. He may be the shortest on the team but he is quick and can jump pretty high. Ace kinda complains always about Nahal "cheating" because of his wings, which makes Nahal confront him every time. He is wary of Floyd but that doesn't mean he also lectures him, and runs away from him afterwards. Jamil is with the one he gets along the best, but is a bit tired of Nahal putting on a fight so easily if gets offended haha. A bit of a chaos, but they have fun.

Gilmo is in the board game club. He is also an upperclassman in the club for Azul and Idia (even if Idia is now on the same grade) so he usually does as he pleases. He likes card games the most and teaches others about the different variants, or what you can do with them. He is a bit too eager about making bets for everything, but he is not allowed. He is fond of Azul and Idia, but he spends more time with Ortho. Ortho is the one that shows him the latest game that Idia enjoys, and Gil is always surprised about how advanced they look. Nobody has won him a card game yet. Monopoly games are a big event on the club, but they never finished one haha.

Rossain is part of the Movie Appreciation Club and is an actual actor. Vil doesn't like his egoistical side, but recognizes his talent, so prefered to take him under his wing and show him the right way and not let it waste. Because of this, Ross respects Vil a lot even if he still envies him for what he accomplished already, but maintains a bit of a “student/teacher” relationship. Vil is able to make Rossain listen to him and usually asks him for some favours, and Rossain complains but he actually does as he is asked. Whenever Rossain may get in trouble because of his complicated behaviour, Vil threatens him to kick him out of the actor team and leave him for the support one, which Ross always whines about. Also, Rossain likes to appear more intellectual and smart than what he truly is, so he doesn’t understand the indie movies Vil makes them watch on projects. Ross is totally Vil’s minion after a couple months at the club for sure. Could be worse, Vil appreciates Rossain deep down.

DeShawn, of course, is in the Magical Shift club. Seems pretty obvious for a guy like him after all, but even being in a sport that is quite ruthless, DeShawn is known for his too violent way of playing, which makes him get scolded easily by Ruggie on Leona’s behalf, when he actually doesn’t mean to get on problems, he just doesn’t think too much. When he plays with the team, it is one of the few times he is having fun for real, and his mood is much better than the rest of the time. In fact, he is not that bad of a teammate, but it’s hard that he listens to others and convinces him not to risk too much. That’s sometimes good, and sometimes not that good. DeShawn also thinks Leona is a very cool guy and respects him as a leader, while Leona doesn’t mind much, but likes to be admired that way. He is competitive against Epel and doesn't underestimate him, so you can call them somewhat friends. Actually a cooperative club, but ruthless.

Malik is in the Mountain lovers club! He was on the basketball one but got bored and changed it the moment Jade found it. He prefers a much more relaxed club, and the activities that offer him are actually pretty enjoyable for him. The hikes on the mountain and the green nature reminds him more of his hometown, so he thinks he will stay in this one for long. Pretty chill with Jade, actually, doesn’t mind his love for mushrooms and doesn’t mind that he is interested in pretty plain stuff that they found on the walks. Malik explains to Jade the different plants he recognizes and Jade explains to him the contrast with his own birthplace. Malik sometimes scares away the animals they found, but it’s not his intention. A weird duo that actually gets along pretty well.

Virginie is in the equestrian club, if you guessed right. He took horse riding classes when he was a kid so it seemed like a club where he could have a base on from the beginning. Despite his refined and unbothered look, and taking into account he doesn’t like physical work, Virginie knows a lot about horses and the cares of them, and seems to like when first years listen to his advice about the discipline. He is not the best at races honestly, but he is almost the best at dressage. Riddle kind of admires this, but Sebek is not very interested. Virginie gets along the best with Silver.

Finally, Cornelius is in the science club. He is aware that it is a bit of a polifacetic club, where one does not only execute some experiments and create potions, but they also raise their own ingredients and make better formulas for different stuff. For him, it is quite funny, because he is interested in the oldest way of alchemy. What can he create? Will he discover something? If he applies other methods, would the result be different? He does not pretend to go blindly or chaotically about it, like maybe Rook can be seen (since he seems to need supervision everytime), Cornelius is genuinely curious about every possibility, and compares different methods to see how things had advanced since he was a kid. Trey is also scared of this, but one can rationate with him, most of the time at least. Everyone at the club believes Cornelius knows how to create an homunculus, and someday he will be successful. He is fond of his fellow clubmates and always invites Trey and Rook to try and prove his new hipotesis.

58 notes · View notes

snapefiction · 4 years ago

Text

#3. Smiles - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 3 of #Snapemas! I accidentally deleted my whole Text and got really nervous but thankfully I found a key combination that could save it back. Phew! I´m not really sure about this one, but I hope you enjoy it! 🎄❤️

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing:

Warnings: insults, mention of blood

Word count: 1999

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name

#3. Smiles

Because you were the youngest Teacher at Hogwarts currently you always had the urge to prove everyone that you were worth it to be called an Professor. The Staff accepted you - except for one of them. Professor Severus Snape really couldn’t hold back his spicy comments against you whenever he had a chance to. You always remained professional but still took it personal. He seemed to dislike you on any way possible.

Your Teaching Style was very trust based and you hoped to be respected by the Students for that and wouldn’t have a fight until they learned to grow closer to you. But it wasn’t as bad as your thoughts tried to trick you to think like they were. Actually you were quiet Popular because a Perk of being quiet Young was that you knew how the Students felt like. You understood them not just when it was about school stuff but also on a personal Level. But that didn’t keep the Students from being Students. It was a quiet sunny Friday Morning as it happened. The inevitable first Accident in your class. At first you barley noticed what happened because you helped an student to cast an easy spell by fixing his posture and repeating the words with him until you heard a loud bang. Turning around you faced towards an young Slytherin still holding up his Wand towards an on the ground laying Hufflepuff Girl. Rubbing her arm you could see how her knee bled awfully.

,,Mr. Springer! You were meant to cast bewitched Snowballs. What did you do?“ Kneeling next to the blonde Girl inspecting her Arm and knees. ,,I-I tried to-“ Another Student entered the Conversation. ,,He tried to cast a colour change cast on her robes.“

,,He told me that Hufflepuff was the most unsuccessful House and that-that only Slytherins could win the Housecup next week.“ She sniffed hurt. Sighing I looked over to Mr. Springer again. ,,Is that true, Mr. Springer?“ Eye rolling he admitted his act by nodding. Getting up to your full length again you closed your eyes for a second. It was the first time you had to solve a Problem like that.

,,Miss Abett, please go to the Hospital Wing and let Madame Pomfrey take care of you. Miss Young may accompany you until you got there safely. Mr. Springer, as a Hufflepuff myself I’m deeply disappointed by your Behaviour. 10 Points will be deducted from Slytherin for dishonorable Behaviour and hurting another Student out of pure pride. And you will attend at Detention after Classes.“

Realising the Class was about to end in the next 5 Minutes you just said: ,, Class dismissed.“ So you could clean the remaining snow from the floor and then hurry to the great hall to fill your stomach with something else than just tea for today. Sitting down next to Filius Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw. ,,Ahh! Professor YLN! It’s nice to see you. How was your day?“ And as you talked about your classes and the accident from earlier the Dinner appeared and finally got to relax for the first time today. Filius assured you that incidents happen and that the way you acted was totally fine. But still you felt like the Situation wasn’t over and would bring an aftermath. Looking to your left you noticed how the Head of Slytherin himself, Severus Snape sat down next to you.

Usually you would only meet him at dinner. ,,Professor Snape.“ You greeted him shortly knowing he didn’t appreciate Smalltalk while eating, and while walking, while Meetings and while existing to be exact. He was the only Professor that still made you feel like you did everything - e v e r y t h i n g - wrong. Filius often told you that it was just his type of Style but you couldn’t help yourself but wonder if you ever offended him in any way that he would never smile back towards you. ,,Miss YLN-, I heard that one of my Students was invited to your Detention this Afternoon, is that correct?“ Counting his words to make sure that this was the longest sentence he ever addressed towards you you almost missed the way how he addressed you. Miss? Being called Miss was making you furious it was degrading towards you as if you haven’t achieved being a Professor by the Age of 23. As if being a Woman was everything that could define you. ,,Actually, Professor Snape, My name is Professor YLN. You may also address me by my first name Y/N. But I must insist of cancelling the Miss out of your sentences whenever you address me. It’s not only inappropriate but also rude.“ You started to rush your words without repeating them in your mind once again. His expression was more than just annoyed. He looked like you spat in his drink. Furious and disappointed at the same time.

,,And also yes, I gave him Detention and deducted Points from Slytherin for his rude Behaviour.“ As you intended on downing your water from your cup Snape began to speak again. ,,Maybe you missed it but as a Hogwarts Professor you wouldn’t teach Students how to throw snow balls but teach them useful things so no. To me you’re still a young Miss who can’t make up her mind. Also, Mr. Springer won’t attend at the Detention today because the Slytherin Quidditch Team needs his Captain. He’d be free for tomorrow.“ Almost boiling out of anger your cheeks started to glow red. ,,That’s not only childish but also interrupting my teaching style. Your Housepride is incredible—“ ,, I would interrupt your teaching Style, if you only had one.“ Before you could grab your Wand to cast a spell that would shut his mouth but Filius reached to your Arm.

,,Professor, maybe we should go and have a look if Miss Abett is still at the Hospital Wing, shall we?“ Even though it was quiet well known that you were a polite, helpful and loyal Person - this man could make your blood boil within miliseconds. The other Professors were aware about that as well but as often as you thought about what you may have done to upset him like that you always came to no answer. Even Minerva or Albus could help you out but plead you for patience in the sake of Snape. Leaving the great Hall you had to take deep breaths. Actually you hated situations like that and you would never start a fight, it was against your beliefs and everything you stand for but this man- only a glance from him towards you and you’d be ready to start a fight.

As Filius talked about his classes you couldn’t get your mind of the tall man with the black hair and endless dark eyes. You are a Hufflepuff, how could this Man trigger you so easily? Yes, Hufflepuffs could fight too but you never had the urge to throw snowballs at someone else’s head as much as you did now. Reaching the Hospital Wing you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Mr. Spinger stood on the Bed next to Ms. Abett handing her a small flower and kissing her hand. Slowly getting closer you totally forgot how Professor Flitwick still followed you. ,,Mr. Springer, Ms. Abett, may I ask what’s happening?“ The smiling Miss Abett was more than just excited. ,,Jack just asked me if I wanted to go out on a Date with him!“ Jack Springer, was just blushing while he held her hand and scratched the back of his head with the other one. ,,I thought she would like me more if I would proof her how successful Slytherins are and- and maybe I choosed the wrong way of telling her so.“ Trying to save all the informations at once you nodded. ,, And that’s why you wanted to change the color of her robes so she would - that’s what you said and not I - win the Housecup with you?“ He nodded. ,,And who or what talked some sense into you and made you apologise?“

,,Plus, it’s a well known fact that Ravenclaw will definitely win the Housecup this year.“ Filius interrupted. Everyone chuckled. ,,Professor Snape told me that if I really like her I should probably be just uh nice to her.“ After the Conversation ended and everything seemed to be cleared you left the Hospital Wing alone you rushed down to your class room. Mister Springer got freed of your Detention as you told him that you’d clear things up with Professor Snape. Growing more and more nervous you actually didn’t wanted to talk to Severus at all.

Entering the Classroom you decided to grade some last test and homeworks before considering if you’d want to get poisoned today or not. Getting lost in your thoughts you almost didn’t notice how fast the time went by. Only as a knock pulled you out of your thought you had to realise how dark it had gotten and lit some candles while offering the knocking person to come in. ,,I´ll be there in a second.“ You mumbled to the Person behind you while lighting the last four candles. Turning around you almost tumbled over your own feet. ,,Professor.“ You said surprised. Severus Snape stood in the Doorframe of your classroom. If he wouldn’t have knocked before entering , you probably wouldn’t have seen him at all. His dark outfit made him melt into the dark shadows.

,,Professor YLN.“ He said and by the look on his face you could tell that it took him some mastery not to say something mean afterwards. ,,How comes that I can greet you in my classroom? Was the unbearable urge to insult my Life too strong or did you just got bored while brewing some dandelion tea?“ His face turned sour again.

,,I am not here to fight but to apologise so don’t make it this easy for me to attack you with another insult.“ Getting closer towards you he made sure that you didn’t back up instantly. ,,Apologise?“ You repeated which made you feel sorry for being so mean.

,,I talked to Minerva and she told me that you couldn’t understand my Actions completely.“ He said while not daring to look up. ,, You mean starting fights without any reason and hating me?“ Annoyed he rolled his eyes. ,,I don’t hate you.“ He was looking for words as you searched for any sense in his words or actions. ,,I really hoped we could be good colleagues.“ Sitting down on your Desk you now were completely confused until the Coin dropped.

,,You mean like Mr. Springer and Miss Abett?“ Looking up to see your reaction he nodded. ,,I wouldn’t compare myself to an dunderhead like Mr. Springer but yes. Fighting is.. its like showing someone that I like them?“ Severus sat down across of you waiting for any type of respond. ,,Well, i´m sorry to inform you that.. that doesn’t make any sense for me.“ Severus shrugged his shoulders. ,,How else am I supposed to do so?“

Chuckling you just gestured your hands up and let them sink into your lap again. ,,Smiles?“ Giving him one of the brightest Smiles you had you waited for him to repeat after you. Uncomfortable he stretched his Lips and somehow he looked like he was in Pain through the forced situation. ,,We can work on that.“ ,,So you you accept or deny my Apologies?“ Rolling your eyes you nodded again. ,,As long as you don’t prank me with this only to make me feel safe now and poison my tea in the morning I am willing to accept your apology.“ His Expression was as hard as stone until a small smirk crept around his Lips. ,,I can’t deny that I haven’t thought about it before. But for now you’re safe.“ Laughing loudly you were deeply grateful that you could burry the war times.

Taglist: @deepperplexity , @monstreviolet

Let me know if you want to be added in my Taglist. :)

#pro snape #Severus snape #snape #Severus Snape x reader #severus snape x y/n #snape x reader #snape x y/n #snapefiction #my writing #snapemas #Snapemas 2020

127 notes · View notes

whateverthedragonswant · 3 years ago

Text

Holy hell, wtf did I miss?

Oh right, the Denver Con happened today. SIGH. I should have known.

I'm seeing all of these posts about anger at Jensen and "cancel Jensen" and all that nonsense. Look, man, I get it. What he said was not great but can we seriously slow our roll, take a second, and think about this logically?

#1) Dean has never given an extra glance at Claire or Krissy or Kaia or any other young girl in the series. Young women that he's encountered all throughout the series? Yes, he sure has. But young girls? No. Even right down to the girl that Lillith possesses in the final season, even though she had been trying to subtly work that angle.

#2) Let's think back to Jack's intro scene, the first time Dean ever saw him. Jack was completely nude and standing there with glowing yellow eyes. Jack was not Dean's son in that moment. He was not part of the family yet. He was a being that had just come into existence that Dean automatically sees as a threat and tries to shoot which he is then prevented from doing by Sam. Now, had Jack been a woman the same physical age as he is in this scene, it's quite possible that yeah, the show would have had Dean throw in an extra glance here (because let's face it, that's the show we watched for 15 years) but I tend to doubt it due to what was happening in the story at that time. Dean was hyper focused on handling the nephilim problem and even had Jack been a girl, I guarantee he still would have reacted the same way he did towards Jack after Cas' death and Mary's disappearance. We might not have gotten the great scenes of Jack trying to copy Dean (or maybe we would have, who knows?) but we would have still absolutely gotten John-Dean. Because ultimately, Dean blamed Jack for Cas' death and as Jensen himself has said before, Dean saw more of Lucifer in Jack at first and then eventually saw more of Cas in him. Tbf, I'm not inside Jensen's head, but I'm almost willing to bet that this particular scene is what he was thinking of when he made that statement.

#3) Was it an okay thing to say? No. But seriously, the man is on stage doing a live panel solo. We know he's not a fan of doing these things solo, and we also know he's mentioned previously that he has dealt with anxiety in the past. I guarantee he meant this as a joke and not as a stance on "my character would be a total creepy perv and I completely stan that, thanks guys, great question". I seriously doubt he wants Dean to be seen that way and I doubt even more that he meant for what he said to be taken at face value the way it has. Can I tell you how many times in my life I've said something in a conversation with people that I think is downright hilarious and have convinced myself 'oh this will knock them off their feet with laughter' only to find out that's not the case? That someone accidentally gets offended or it ends the conversation quickly? Or it comes out wrong, and not in the way I absolutely meant for it to come out but between my brain and my mouth it got jumbled up? Or came out way worse than I meant it to? It happens. And tbh, I can't imagine being in Jensen's shoes at these panels, or Misha's, or Jared's, or any of them. The whole idea makes my palms sweat and shivers run down my spine. So I know, that if I were them, I'd be saying so much worse shit and I would have been cancelled long ago, and in no way am I the type of monster these people are making Jensen (and Dean) out to be. Guaranteed, this is most likely a case of him saying something he thought would garner laughs and be entertaining. (have we forgotten the whole "titties" answer in a previous panel when he was asked what would happen if Dean woke up with the body of a woman? Or how about his sometimes problematic responses to conversations about Destiel and Dean's theorized sexuality in the past? The man is human, you guys, this shit happens, especially live, and he is not the only actor this has happened with)

#4) When these guys do these panels, let's remember they're being performative, meaning they are up there literally performing because people paid $ to see them live and ask questions (and also get photo ops). They are there to entertain. So when Misha appears to give Jensen a hug from behind, you're seeing their public personas interacting, not them, not how they would interact if they were alone without phone cameras aimed at them, being spread all over the internet within seconds, and where fans could overhear. It doesn't mean that Misha isn't a genuine person for example, or that you're not hearing Misha's true thoughts on Cas when he talks about him, but you're also seeing his public persona. Same goes for Jensen, Jared, AlCal, Jake, and all the rest. We do not know them personally. It doesn't matter if you've met them for a photo op or gotten their autograph as they stroll through the airport or follow their social media. We do not know them personally. We only see what they've chosen to show us (and most of it again is through their public personas: at cons, in interviews, in gag reels, in fan interactions, etc.). Didn't Misha himself even confirm once again today that there are things he's not supposed to talk about, meaning that once again allegedly rules are being strictly enforced on them? (and are we really surprised that there were barely any Destiel questions at Jensen's panel? The questions are being allegedly heavily monitored, correct? Come on now) Jensen does not appear to be someone (that we've seen thus far) who condones the type of creepiness that you're talking about. And if he truly believed that Dean would be the type of monster you're describing, I highly doubt he would be so protective of him or stan him the way he does, no matter how much of his time and energy he's invested into the role. Nor would he want to continue it or delve deeper into Dean's story (hypothetically through John and Mary and the prequel business).

My whole long point is let's just take a breath for a second and not immediately jump to "cancel! cancel!" or "next time you think about talking Jensen, die" (which is so fucking horrid and disgusting, I can't even begin to elaborate on what's wrong with someone who would post something that vile) or "he's a rich white man what do you expect?" and all kinds of the stupid shit I've seen clogging up the Jensen tag in the last couple of hours. Listen, you're certainly entitled to your opinion and you can hate him all you want. You can choose not to support him or watch any of his content or work that's coming out. That's your right. You can cry "cancel!" if you still want to but at least take some of this into consideration before jumping on the bandwagon to hate on the man and post horrid shit like above (though saying 'die' and 'kill him' is NEVER OKAY about him or anyone else and you need to STOP IMMEDIATELY). And I feel like this should go without saying but obviously it's not, but can you please keep your negativity to the anti Jensen tag then? Thanks. Have a great rest of your weekend.

#jensen ackles #stop #just stop #guaranteed the man meant it as a joke #it was a bad joke #but still a joke #spn fandom wank bs #spndysfunctionalfamily

10 notes · View notes

ambiguousdisorderken · 4 years ago

Text

help! a thought a thought!

s13: cas comes back from the empty without his grace and jack is very much a baby.

cas promised kelly he'd look after him, but despite all those parenting books qnd online forums, looking after a nephil is no easy task, curiously more so when it comes to jack's human wants and needs. he sees the winchesters’ intent tohelp, but jack is his charge, and cas is going to protect and look after this kid with his own limited resources even if it kills him. in return, he gets apologetic and compassionate looks from both the brothers, but dean's gaze is also... stern? no, serious. it's as if he's holding back.

cas feels judged.

at the end of one such days in which jack is being extremely... difficult, cas all but collapses. funny how an angel of the lord who once led heavenly armies and would annihilate on command like a good soldier has been brought to the brink of tears by an adorable chubby-cheeked infant with a penchant for making cas feel guilty for arguably being the worst parental figure in the whole of history. well, surely not as bad as abraham or ivan vasilyevich. cas would never harm a single blond hair on jack’s precious little head, but he’s not a good.

he's so immersed in his own frustration that he doesn't notice the door opening or the familiar weight of steps across the bedroom. he does notice the sudden shadow, and he definitely notices when jack's being taken from him by a pair of hands he rebuilt himself with the utmost care, never suspecting how he'd yearn for their touch years down the line.

dean is good with kids. he had to be. right now though, with jack? he doesn't have to be good, but he is, he's excellent. obviously better than castiel, since in less than a couple minutes jack’s long-winded on-and-off tantrum morphed into silence and then giggles. jack's actually delighted, toothless smile and happy squeals and little fists thrown in the air.

'how did you...?' cas asks stunned, wiping from his eyes the treacherous evidence of his failed parenting.

dean raises an eyebrow, but turns his face when jack's tiny hand pets his jaw. dean makes faces then, his beautiful features contorting into expressions cas had never seen. jack, laughs and curls up against dean's chest, face hiding in the junction between his neck and chin.

jack closes his red-rimmed eyes and sighs contentedly.

'dude. babies are all about vibes, man. they can sense shit, and you being all stressed out was not helping.'

cas looks down at his hands and feels every ounce of his inadequacy being maximized to stand as tall as the chrysler building.

'i... thought it'd be easier, dean. i try, i do. but jack... of course it's not his fault, that’s not what i’m saying. it's mine. he doesn't seem happy with me, and he obviously does not like me.'

dean stops rocking jack and sits on the bed next to cas, his face schooled into that expression cas has seen but can't tell the meaning of.

this time dean doesn't hold back though.

'one, that's a load of bullcrap. kid loves you. you're his dad, remember?' it's weird being admonished by dean on this particular subject, but if anyone would know about raising kids, that'd dean. he continues, 'which brings me to point number two. cas, babies are not easy. no parent has it all figured out, no matter how many books you read or how old you are. it's totally normal to hit a few bumps in the road, trust me.'

cas sighs, relieved by dean's soothing words of wisdom.

but cas' self-doubt must be a thousand-headed beast, experience has taught him many things, and right now that means he knows, from experience, that he's most likely to mess things up with jack as soon as dean hands him back.

he misses his powers. if he were still an angel he'd be able to bond with jack through their grace, and they’d have a more meaningful connection. or not.

dean, wonderful as he is, is only a human, and in less than five minutes he got jack wrapped around his finger. maybe even all “juiced-up” cas would be just as lacking.

'i wish i had your nurturing skills' cas confesses.

dean clears his throat.

'you have them' he says.

cas looks up and meets dean's determined yet nervous eyes. confused, cas clarifies, 'no, i meant i wish i could-'

dean cuts in, 'i know what you meant, cas. but i meant you have, uh, my... "nurturing skills" or whatever. because you have me. okay, cas? you have me.'

'oh?'

cas hopes, he does. but he isn't good at articulating his feelings when it comes to dean. perhaps cas learned it from him. after all, once he used to be able to declare his thoughts without flinching or feeling apprehensions of any kind.

but, when it comes to dean, he's afraid of saying the wrong thing, of saying too much.

dean continues, making what he can with cas' poor response, 'if you want, of course. and i mean... you're doing great with the little rugrat, cas, but normal babies are a handful and jack's half freaking angel. i know it's tough, and i don't like seeing you all...' he waves in cas' direction. baby-stained rumpled clothes and face worn, dark circles under the eyes are apparently not a very good look on him. he shouldn't be offended, but it still stings a bit, knowing he's doing a bad enough that his whole body is living proof of it.

'dean, you don't have to,' he replies.

'but i want to,' dean says without skipping a beat.

jack sighs happily.

'let me take care of him. with you.' his green eyes search into cas', his pitch slightly higher and his tone pleading, 'just let me help you, cas. please. we' re a - a good team, you and i. we've gone through shit must people can't even begin to imagine, so i think we can do this' his shoulder bumps gently against cas' arm. 'watcha' say, pal. wanna raise a baby together?'

cas stares back in shock, failing to taper down his burgeoning hope. but dean cannot mean what cas wants him to mean. it's not like that with them. they're friends. best friends. but do best friends raise kids together? he shouldn't poke at this.. thing, but the need to know is overpowers his better judgment, so his next words could very well be the last ones he uttered before getting his heart irreparably torn to shreds.

'i thought only couples raised children together, dean.'

dean huffs and rolls his eyes, 'that nuclear family crap is a big fat lie, cas. white picket-fence propaganda. there are many types of families in the world. not everyone gets to have a mom who lives long enough to raise her children or a dad who gives a fuck if his kids ate, consumed by a piss-poor avenger complex.'

of course. he should've known. absorbed by his own selfish wants, dean's complicated upbringing slipped from cas' mind, and now he's made the conversation awkward if dean's hesitancy is any indication to go by.

cas stays silent.

'but,' dean starts, his cheeks are colored red and he blinks twice then once again, keeping watery eyes at bay. 'we could do that too, cas. if that's.. if you'd, um, like that. you and me and this little one.'

dreaming. cas must be dreaming.

'like a family?' he asks suspiciously.

'like a family' dean says guarded.

but.

and because he needs to be sure, and dean probably didn't realize the very non-platonic implication of his statement, he asks 'like a... couple?'

'yes' the word is breathed out with pleasure and dean smiles at him warmly and openly, and he looks so beautiful like this, sitting on cas' bed with a sleepy jack safely tucked against his body.

'okay' cas says, because he doesn't know the etiquette for this specific scenario, and besides, they have to keep their voices low and their movements subtle if they want to keep jack from stirring awake.

'alright' dean says. then dean turns to whisper something in jack's ear, but the words are easily carried across what little space rests between them.

'heard that, baby? i’m gonna take good care of you and your daddy from now on.'

so, they take care of jack together. cas' parenting skills improve rather quickly, dean's natural instincts are lifesavers, and every day the three of them become happier and better rested. endless nights of cuddling will do that to you. in short, dean and cas raise their baby like a couple, and, with jack, they are, in every sense of the word, a family.

#I AM SOFT #i'll have lunch now because i got carried away with this oops.#was supposed to work on a gifset e.e #creating different types of content is a Thing.#destiel fanfic #or #destiel drabble #idek #deancas #my fanfic #I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY WITH THEIR BABY #but now they are :')#baby!jack #fuck capitalization bitches got no time for that :(#pardon ME im thee cheesiest i know 😩

37 notes · View notes

girlllthatsgrim · 4 years ago

Text

NSFW Alphabet (Harry Potter Version)

James Potter

A= Aftercare

I think James would be very attentive and fun after sex; he would be that guy to leave in the middle of the night and buy food at a diner just because the two of you are hungry. He would also be the one to have a pillow fight before and after doing the deed.

B= Body Part

The favorite part of his body would be his penis; it’s kind of arrogant, but he was very proud of how long and thick he was. As far as he was concerned, he had the best of both worlds. Like Sirius, James is also an ass guy. I can see him and Sirius just watching girls pass by them and eye the trunk to see what’s going on. The bigger the better.

C= Cum

Since James looks like a messy person to me, I think his semen would be all over you; Your chest, legs, back. I don’t think he would do this on purpose all the time to degrade you, but he just ejaculates a lot. It has to go somewhere.

D= Dirty Secret

Sirius and James are very similar in personality(it’s almost scary) so I do think that James would also be a slight exhibitionist too. The difference between them, however, is the fact that James has more of an ego than Sirius. In his mind, the first humans were practically naked so why can’t he do the same? I also think that after his partner finds out about this and they’re offended by it, he would still continue to do it because he doesn’t care.

E= Experience

Similar to Sirius, James would have tons of experience too - though I think Sirius would have a bit more just because he’s more of the smooth talker while James is a bit rough around the edges. He still got skirts though.

F= Favorite position

To be honest, I don’t think James would have one. Unlike Sirius, James is an even split between dom and submissive AKA a switch. Every time the two of you would have sex, the positions would change; I would attribute this to his overall incessant creativity. He is a prankster afterall.

G= Goofy

Goofy is this guy’s middle name; he would be the one to make sex or dick jokes and girls can’t help but laugh at them. This would translate into the bedroom as well and I think it would be super fun. Depending on the girl, he might tone it down a bit, but I think James would be cracking jokes non-stop.

H= Hair

If there is one thing that James is known for, it’s his hair. While it looks nice on his head, I think James would be the type of guy to shave on a regular basis just because it feels better for him. On a woman, I don’t think he would mind if she was hairy as long as it’s maintained. He would definitely tease you about it though by saying something like, “Queen Kong is looking quite delectable today.”

I= Intimacy

Based on what I’ve read about him, James appears to be someone who values true love. Obviously, he’s been with other women, but he was always searching for the right girl. Furthermore, if you factor in the type of parents he had (whom I think loved each other very, very much), that would cause him to be a hopeless romantic. I wouldn’t be surprised if he played a really slow love song on a record player while the two of you had sex. He might even sing along too. He would also shower kisses all over your body, loving the fact that he’s found the right woman. James would also be the kind of guy to use pet names more than your real name as well; something like ‘love’.

J= Jack off

Because James is a hopeless romantic, I think that once he finds that one girl - that’s it. You’re all he can really think about because you make him so happy. James is, I think, a deeply passionate person and sometimes that passion translates into masturbating quite a few times. Not every single day, but if you were apart for an extended period of time he would definitely “pull the skin”. He would tell you when he masturbated too, which is weird, but that’s how he is. I think he would also be quite loud about it imaging his lady love. Though when you masturbate, it’s a whole different ball game; that would set him off real quick.

K= Kink

He would have a few, namely impact play and orgasm control. Since James likes ass, I think he would revel in spanking - especially when he switches to his dominant side. I also think he would like orgasm control because James is a big tease outside and in the bedroom; he would control your orgasms simply because he can.

L= Location

James is as adventurous as Sirius is - I would argue even more than him, but he would always prefer to do the deed in the bedroom. He would joke and say something like, “Why so shocked? Did you want to sneak into McGonagall’s office instead?” Obviously, he was kidding, but just because he preferred the bedroom does not mean he wouldn’t take risks.

M= Motivation

James seems like he would be a wonderful dancer and I think he would like girls that can dance well too. I think It would really turn him on seeing a girl dance to something similar to Ciara or even Shakira. I also think twerking(if this kind of dance existed in the 70s) would drive him absolutely insane since he’s an ass guy.

N= No

Dirty talk wouldn’t be his thing. It’s bad enough that he sometimes ejaculates all over you. He does use pet names, but never anything like degrading like ‘bitch’ or ‘slut’. I’m positive his mother, Euphemia, would be absolutely horrified to hear that he called his girlfriend that and I’m sure his father would thump him upside his head for that too.

O= Oral

As a switch, I think James would enjoy both -not really favoring the other over another. Which is why if you would ever want oral from him, he would suggest the two do you do 69 to even out the playing field.

P= Pace

Generally, his pace was fast, but that was because he got so excited when you two had sex. His passion can’t be contained in that moment especially if you played with his curls and cried out how much you loved him.

Q= Quickie

Yup, he would be the guy to do quickies.

R= Risk

If you weren’t a risk taker before you met James Potter, you will soon become one because this guy is the #1 risk taker out there. He is considerate of your feelings on things, however, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try and persuade to the Gods on why the two of you should have sex on the Quidditch field.

S= Stamina

For some reason, I imagine James Potter to be quite muscular. Not WWE material, but because he has to be physically fit for quidditch, he most likely has a pretty nice six pack. So, I think his stamina is impressive for that reason; he could probably go on for about 7 or 8 rounds.

T= Toys

He wouldn’t be one to be a Johnny Raincloud, but I think he would be against using toys on his lady. James considers himself to be quite a great lover so why would his partner need a sex toy when the real thing is right by her? Even if she really wanted to, I believe James to be very stubborn despite his adventurous nature and he probably wouldn’t yield.

U= Unfair

I mentioned this under Kink, but he is a big tease.

V= Volume

If I had to compare him to Sirius, James wouldn’t be as loud where he’d wake up everyone, but he would definitely be more obnoxious about it.

W= Wildcard

I think he would be into a good massage from his partner, especially after a rough day at quidditch practice. However, him being the extra person he is, I could see him stripping down naked for it just to see you all hot and bothered.

X= X-ray

Flaccid: 6

Erect: 8

James is one of those rare cases who has both the length and the girth. He certainly has a reason to be proud.

Y= Yearning

Having good stamina sometimes relates to a guy’s sex drive and I think James would have a pretty high sex drive generally. For one, he’s always working out and some studies show that people who exercise more tend to have higher libidos. Second, he has the love of his life on his arm 90% of the time. Of course, he could control himself when he needed to, but if push comes to shove you best believe he’s wisking you away from prying eyes.

Z= ZZZ

I highly doubt James would fall asleep before you since he’s a powerhouse of pure energy; give it a half hour and he’ll be out by then once he sees that you’re asleep.

11 notes · View notes

datheetjoella · 4 years ago

Text

Fantober 2020, Day 19: Pumpkin Patch

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Part: 19/31 (read the full collection here) Word count: 1,283 Tags: Canonverse, Established Relationship, Fluff, Autumn Vibes Read at: AO3, FFn, or right here!

--------------------------------------

If there was one thing that hadn’t changed about Makoto since he was a kid, it was his boundless enthusiasm induced by the smallest things. A wide, adorable grin would stretch his cheeks, the same lively spark appeared in his pupils and before Haruka knew it, he was swept along by Makoto’s every whim.

That was how he found himself at a farm on a sunny Sunday afternoon, surrounded by hundreds of pumpkins. The scent of compost was heavy and the ground was so bright orange it hurt his eyes, but Makoto didn’t seem to be bothered as he led Haruka through the patch with a spring in his step. Then again, tacky orange had always been one of Makoto’s favourite colours, so it wasn’t surprising he walked around here like he was at home.

This morning, Makoto said he found this farm he wanted to visit. Because of the fall season, they were organising a bunch of fun activities against a relatively low entrance fee: there were wagon rides around the acres of land, gardens to pick fresh vegetables from, a petting zoo, a stall with food and beverages and more. Figuring Makoto wanted to cuddle with rabbits and lambs, Haruka hadn’t questioned it. There were no other plans for the day anyway, so they hopped on the train and took a bus to get here.

But once they were inside, Makoto didn’t rush over to the farm buildings, but instead to the vegetable fields.

“Don’t you want to go to the petting zoo?” Haruka had asked with a frown.

“Later,” Makoto said, “I want to pick out pumpkins first.”

“Pumpkins? What for?”

“To carve.”

That didn’t erase the furrow between Haruka’s eyebrows; in fact, it deepened. He had pondered about picking up some vegetables too, but certainly not for an art project. “Why do you want to carve pumpkins?” In nearly twenty years, this was the first time Makoto had shown even the slightest interest in carving pumpkins. “Did you see it on tv?”

“On social media,” Makoto admitted sheepishly. “This morning, I saw a video on my feed in which a girl carved a pumpkin with a cat face. It was so cute and I thought it would be a nice decoration for our apartment, so I wanted to try to make one with you.”

That explained it. Makoto was not exactly the artistic type so there was no way he would come up with something like this himself. The idea of carving pumpkins wasn’t a terrible one, on the contrary, Haruka could see himself enjoying it, but it was not without fear. Carving a hard pumpkin meant using a knife and Makoto and sharp objects were not the best combination known to mankind.

"Where were you planning to do that, outside of the hospital?" Haruka said and that comment was met with a puzzled look, so he explained. "Do you think you'll be able to carve one without severing a fingertip or two?"

"Haru!" Makoto grumbled, offended. "I'll be careful, I promise. I've gotten better at cooking and handling knives. When I was chopping mushrooms the other day, I only cut myself once!"

"Wow," Haruka said sarcastically, but he gave up on protesting. If Makoto set his mind to something, especially something he was thrilled about, it was hard to change it. "But why are you picking out a pumpkin now? Isn't it better to see everything else before you buy them, otherwise we'll be carrying them around the whole time."

"That's what everyone does and then at the end of the day, all the good, big pumpkins are gone. It's better to secure our catch as early as possible. I'll carry them around."

This farm was open for a few weeks and there were so many pumpkins to choose from, Haruka highly doubted only tiny, half-rotten ones would be left after today. But one of Makoto's greatest strengths was his idiotic strength, so he should be fine hauling them across the perimeter.

"What kind of pumpkin are you looking for, then?" Haruka asked. They'd crossed dozens already that looked round and firm, yet Makoto trotted around determinedly like he knew precisely where he was headed.

"I want two big ones and two smaller ones that are almost identical," Makoto said. "Then we both have a practice pumpkin before we get started on the real one."

Haruka hummed in understanding and suddenly, Makoto stopped dead in his tracks.

"I'm sorry Haru, I got so caught up in my excitement that I started to make all these decisions for you. Do you want to pick your own pumpkins? Or do you not even want to carve one at all?"

"I'll carve one with you. Besides that I would never allow you to do this unsupervised, I think it could be fun so I want to try my hand at it."

"Thanks, Haru," Makoto said, deciding to ignore the jab. "Do you already know what you're going to make?"

"Iwatobi-chan."

At that immediate, unexpected answer, Makoto burst out in laughter. "You can't make an Iwatobi-chan lantern! He's so ugly, he’ll mess up our entire decor."

Haruka shrugged. "Maybe I'll go for a classic, spooky jack-o'-lantern then, or I'll do a cat too."

"Oh, then we'd have matching pumpkins!" The ecstatic smile that lit up Makoto’s beautiful face told Haruka that was the only option that remained. “It’s a shame pumpkins are so expensive, though, otherwise we could get a whole bunch and try out all kinds of designs.”

It was obvious Makoto had never done this before and while Haruka hadn’t either, he was sure it wasn’t as simple and easy as Makoto thought. He didn’t know how the girl did it in the video, but it probably wasn’t a reflection of reality. Maybe Makoto would get halfway into his practice pumpkin and come to regret his ambition. Then they’d be eating pumpkin soup for the upcoming two weeks.

But Haruka wasn’t going to crush his spirit prematurely. There was no reason to disappoint him before he had the chance to try it out for himself; this carefree side of Makoto didn’t surface that often, so Haruka wanted to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

As they continued to stroll around the patch, Haruka’s eye fell on a pretty decently-sized pumpkin. “What about this one?” he said as he crouched down to inspect it. The surface was clear of blemishes and it was a nice, vibrant orange.

“Looks great!” Makoto said as he picked it up. “One down, three more to go.”

Haruka nodded and they resumed their search. “Before we leave, I want to go see what kind of other vegetables they have. I’ll make something fresh for dinner. Is there anything you’d like to eat?”

A gasp left Makoto’s lips. “How about we have a hot pot?”

It had been a while since they last had one and it would be a nice way to end this autumnal day. “Sure, that sounds nice.”

“I can’t wait! Let’s have potatoes and carrots and daikon. Oh, and prawns!”

“After we drop off our stuff at home, we’ll go to the grocery store to pick out the ingredients we can’t buy here,” Haruka said, unable to hold back a smile. “For now, let’s focus on finding pumpkins first.”

“Yeah,” Makoto said as he scanned the ground and then he pointed in the distance. “How about that one, Haru?”

With a smile, Haruka followed behind Makoto to the designated pumpkin. Whether or not carving them would be a success they would have to see, but between a tasty hot pot and lovely company, Haruka was sure tonight would be amazing regardless.

#i'm sorry i'm stupid #makoharu #makoharu fic #my fic #fantober2020 #colourful days with you

20 notes · View notes

jamiejohnsontalk · 4 years ago

Text

LGBT Representation in Jamie Johnson as Compared to Other Kids’ Media

Pinned to the top of my blog because I’m quite proud of this post, and I still want newer followers to be able to see it.

From what I know, LGBT representation is relatively new in media. Not just kids’ media, but media in general. I don’t even think I knew what gay meant until I was like 11. And I didn’t know that religions didn’t exactly have the greatest opinion of gay people till my GCSEs. In that sense, I was lucky. I knew I was gay before I knew what homophobia was, so I have always been comfortable with who I am. But others didn’t have life that... Well, simple I suppose. I’ve always known who I am, but other people, well, in the worst case scenario, gay people can become homophobic themselves and grow to hate themselves. This might seem like a sidetracky introduction, but I think it shows the importance of LGBT in media. For someone like me, it can help to start to normalise gay people to my family. Even though they’re still homophobic, at least they’re able to watch programmes with LGBT characters in. I met someone who’s dad wouldn’t watch any shows with LGBT characters in it. And for how rare gay people used to be in media in general, they’re even rarer in kids’ media. Why is it that Disney Channel only had their first gay main character in 2017 when homosexuality was legalised in... 2003 in the US. Wow, I can’t lie, I looked up that statistic expecting it to be way earlier. OK, but it was legalised in 1967 in the UK. So why did I never see any gay characters in my childhood? I’ve known I was gay since I was 9, but I must have first seen a gay character in, OK, it was Doctor Who. Captain Jack was pansexual. So I did have some LGBT representation. But there wasn’t much. And again, not in kids’ media. So, let’s look at some of the kids’ media that changed the landscape for LGBT rep in kids’ media. Sarah Jane Adventures and Wizards vs Aliens We’ll start with what I think is probably the worst types of LGBT representation. First of all: Wizards vs Aliens. Benny came out. But I can’t remember the show ever talking about it again after he came out. Sarah Jane Adventures. Yes, it’s not Russell T Davies’ fault that he never got the chance to let Luke come out in the show, and yes, he got to have Luke come out in the memorial episode for Sarah Jane on YouTube, but even before Liz had... Luke had left the main cast, so his coming out would have still meant less to audience members. Gravity Falls had a coming out at the very end of the show, and I believe so did Adventure Time, so they fit in this category too. Compare that to Dillon from Jamie Johnson. Yes, there’s a reasonable chance we won’t see him again after this season, but if it is, he gets to leave on a high. We get to explore his coming out journey. Steven Universe Steven Universe is great for LGBT representation, and it’s great for normalising LGBT representation. You’ve got a huge variety of LGBT characters, because the Gems are all gay (Except Rose). So you can understand that there are different types of gay people (Love Victor did that too, but I’m not sure how many people would watch it). Steven universe is definitely the gayest kids’ show. High School Musical the Musical the Series fits in this category too. Carlos is out and proud. And we don’t see his coming out, more his love life. Again, great rep. Normalises gay people. Jamie Johnson is nowhere near the level of gay that Steven Universe or High School Musical the Musical the Series is, but I think that it’s less meaningful than other shows I’ll mention and Jamie Johnson. It’s the same reason Victor said “Screw you” to Simon at the beginning of Love Victor. We don’t want to see gay people who have it easy. We want to see gay people who are like us. Who have been through stuff and have come out the other side alive. We want hope, but that doesn’t come from seeing gay people who have it easy. I see people playing football and risking corona and I’m jealous. I want to play football again. I see gay people have it easy: Same. I wish I could have it that easy, and it makes me sad. Steven Universe is a great show, and has great rep, but I think even kids’ media should have something closer to home. Andi Mack and Diary of a Future President I love how they portrayed Cyrus and Bobby. We got to see Cyrus’ story from realising he liked guys to being able to say “I’m gay” to showing his crush he likes him (though homophobes can pretend the bench scene was just a friendship scene). Cyrus’ arc was great, and the bench scene was perfect and the only problem with it was that it deserved a fourth season so we could see Cyrus and TJ in a relationship. Diary of a Future President though. I was heartbroken when Bobby didn’t come out to Liam. But then I found out there was a season 2 and I was OK, because it’s hard to come out. It’s as if all the shows make it so easy to come out to the first person, but it’s not. The first real life person I came out to, I came out at 22. And they had come out to me first. And I had to write it down on my phone. I couldn’t say it out loud. So yeah, seeing Diary of a Future President take it slow is amazing, and I love it, and it’s also what they did with Dillon. Some people think that they only really intended for Dillon to be gay from season 4. But, I think that they’ve known since the beginning. I plan to do a character analysis on Dillon after my rewatch, but I think I found something that shows they must have known since at least season 2. (I expect the analysis will be a lot shorter than this. Sorry for the crazy length. And if it’s a crap read. I don’t essay well). But if they knew from the beginning, that was a brilliant move on their part. The only thing that makes me unsure is how Dillon took 3 years to realise he might be gay, but it’s possible that he denied it to himself until he realised Elliot was gay. Because there’s no way he wasn’t thinking he was gay in season 4 episode 5. He didn’t think he was asexual, his reaction to Ruby’s foster mums suggested that he was interested because they were gay. But regardless, I love that they took it slow. Not everyone can come out as easily as others, and having someone like Bobby, or like Dillon, is so much more meaningful than Cyrus, even though Cyrus is an amazing character. Bobby and Dillon are more relatable because they’re finding it tough to come out. The Dumping Ground I kept trying to decide whether I thought the dumping ground or Andi Mack/Diary of a Future President had better LGBT representation. In the end, I decided that I preferred the Dumping Ground’s representation. Yes, in Andi Mack and Diary of a Future President, we get to see the coming out journey of Bobby and Cyrus, but even though Andi Mack touched on homophobia, a lot of people didn’t even realise Kira was blackmailing TJ, making him afraid of how people would react if they found out he was gay. A number of people just thought TJ was being an idiot. But the Dumping Ground had a gay couple wanting to foster Gus. And IIRC, Johnny thought it was wrong because they were gay. Something like that would foster (see what I did there?) potential discussion between parents and children about gay adoption. Some kids watching the show might have been gay and if they watched it with their parents, they could talk about it with them. Gage their reaction. Maybe even come out to them. The Dumping Ground’s episode was great. And then May-Li came out. And we never got to see her full journey, But we did get to see her journey to being accepted by her grandmother I think. And that’s something. And Now On To Jamie Johnson Just like the Dumping Ground, Jamie Johnson has been able to tackle serious issues. I mean, season 1 dealt with Jamie’s cheating father. You’ve got Zoe being a carer, Dillon getting diabetes. But in terms of LGBT representation, it’s season 4 and season 5. Season 4 episode 5 was incredible. I remember telling all my friends about it, and how amazing it was that CBBC were doing this. To recap: Ruby said her heroes were her foster parents, causing Dillon to ask Ruby about it. She thought he was being an idiot, even though in actual fact, he was excited that someone else was gay and trying not to show it. Dillon told his dad that Ruby had foster mums while he was telling him how Ruby’s biological parents weren’t in her life anymore. Liam, Dillon’s brother, used it to rile up Ruby’s sister Alba until she attacked him. She probably would have gotten expelled from the club, but Sienna filmed the incident so everyone found out what really happened, and it was Liam who got expelled. I think Alba only got excluded. What I find really awesome about the storyline though is not just that they had it. It was that the consequences of Liam’s actions set the course for the rest of the season, aka Dodgy Duncan. Liam’s actions caused the club’s image to go down the drain, and sponsors to leave, and that’s what made Duncan turn to the dark side. And it’s a subtle way to just say “Homophobia is bad”. Because Liam’s homophobia caused all the problems in the rest of the season. The First Time Dillon Let Himself “be Gay” Dillon took a long time to come out. And, like me, I think for a long time, nobody really suspected he was gay, in real life or in the audience. He never really showed it. I’m pretty sure when I was a kid, I would act super offended and upset if someone jokingly called me gay. So, yeah, it’s a slow burn. And we didn’t get any hints that he was gay, but that happens. Gay people are good at hiding, I think that’s why gay kids are often portrayed as loving theater. They already have to act their whole lives. It’s not easy to be in the closet. But I think that once Dillon was able to leave his father’s shadow, he was able to be more comfortable with himself, leading to him coming out to Elliot in episode 7. I think he had crushes before, specifically Michelle from season 2, but Elliot was the first time he felt like he could be himself. So here we have two massive points from other shows, but they haven’t been done together. The discussion of homophobia in the Dumping Ground, and the Slow Burn from Diary of a Future President. Social Media Presence Andi Mack made a huge deal about Cyrus being gay, like a week before the episode where he came out aired. HSMTMTS had Carlos be a gay stereotype from the trailer, and OK, Steven Universe was always gay. But Jamie Johnson, and the Dumping Ground didn’t make a big deal about it beforehand. They didn’t scream to the world “Look at us! We’re woke!” They showed it. They let people see for themselves, they let people debate for two weeks on Dillon’s sexuality, and they didn’t tell everyone that this was the episode Dillon would come out (though they made sure that everyone knew they should watch this episode). They just let people see for themselves. And after the episode aired, they made their move. They had the Jamie Johnson logo in rainbow colours to celebrate pride, they had a guide on how to react if someone comes out to you, and they had a history of pride, and I expect they’ll do even more on their social media after this week’s episode. @tkstrand reckons the Delliot post is Jamie Johnson’s most liked instagram post. I don’t know whether the other shows did this, but it’s a great gesture regardless. Oh, and there’s the fact that they’re doing a Bafta zoom conference on how they tackle issues. Choosing the Right Character and Breaking Ground for CBBC A lot of people on Instagram said that they thought it was Boggy who should be gay, and while I think either storyline would be great, I think that the writers made the right decision. 1) Boggy is an amazing person. He’s not afraid to be himself. I think, if Boggy was gay, then he wouldn’t have as much trouble coming out as Dillon is having. Of course, Boggy is going through stuff right now, but I still think he would have been a lot braver than Dillon and so we wouldn’t get the storyline we’re getting now delving into homophobia 2) If Dillon does have a minor or major role in season 6, we might get to explore homophobia in professional football, which would be super exciting 3) While Boggy is an amazing character, I’d reckon kids tend to gravitate to the coolest character as their favourite. And while Boggy radiates cool. (Seriously, check out the two posts I made on how sarcastic he is. And just look at his hat at the beginning of episode 1!

But Dillon is the more traditionally cool character, so he’s more likely to be a fan favourite (that and the fact that he’s the best developed character in Jamie Johnson). So for those who aren’t necessarily homophobic, but don’t really understand homosexuality, Dillon is the perfect choice to have written as gay. Because after next week, the people who don’t believe Dillon is gay might leave the episode with a new understanding of LGBT people. It’s been done with TJ, who’s also a cool character, but people who want to ignore the gay subtext can because it was never said out loud in the show. And I reckon Dillon is a groundbreaking character for CBBC. Benny left soon after he came out, Luke left before he came out, May-Li is part of an ensemble cast, so in terms of a small number of main characters (the core 4 in JJ being Dillon, Jamie, Zoe and Boggy), so I think Dillon is the first gay main character (not ensemble character) on CBBC who has gotten a major gay storyline. Could be wrong, let me know if I am! Groundbreaking in General From what it looks like, the next episode is gonna focus completely on Dillon’s coming out storyline. Forget kids’ media, I don’t think I’ve seen an adults’ show that has an entire episode solely dedicated to an LGBT storyline. (Even Reunited from Steven Universe wasn’t completely focused on Garnet). Love Victor was jam packed with side stories and I think even Real O’Neals always had side stories to it. If another show has done this, I’d love to hear, but if Jamie Johnson really has the whole episode dedicated solely to Dillon, I think it’s huge. I only hope it doesn’t mean that the storyline will be forgotten about in the last 4 episodes, but since the head writer of Jamie Johnson is LGBT, I have no doubt they’ll do it justice. Does Jamie Johnson Have the Best LGBT Representation in Kids’ Media? No, I don’t think it does. Andi Mack has 2 seasons where we follow Cyrus on his coming out journey and Steven Universe has a lot more LGBT people, including a non-binary character. But in the aspects Jamie Johnson does well, it excels at. The homophobia storyline(s), and Jamie Johnson’s instagram presence. And having the best developed and best defined character be the one to show kids how to treat gay people. Thursday could be a historic moment for Kids’ television if they do this right, and I think they will. So I hope that everyone enjoys the episode! No, I swear this wasn’t a long promo for the next episode. No, I am not sponsored. Yes, this post was extremely long, I’m really sorry about that. I hope it’s worth the read. If not, don’t worry, this will almost definitely be my longest post. No, I don’t know how to have a “continue reading” button. Does anyone happen to know how? Thanks! Edit: Apparently 4 O Clock club had a gay main character first, so I got that wrong, but I still hold that Jamie Johnson is groundbreaking.

#jamie johnson #delliot #lgbt representation #analysis #long post #Seriously this is a super long post

44 notes · View notes

ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years ago

Text

Unmistakable: Kauri AU

CW: Noncon touching, noncon kissing, noncon licking, blood, knives… creepy and intimate whumper. References to conditioning/brainwashing. Not exactly NSFW, but you probably shouldn’t read this if an easily-offended person is looking over your shoulder.

FIRST NOTE: This takes place in an alternate universe, and is not part of the main Kauri storyline in any way! So don’t worry, Kauri is happily letting strange men buy him food somewhere else with absolutely no negative consequences. In this AU, @whumpiary‘s Cass is definitely nearby rolling his eyes and saying “I told you so”.

I am tagging the Kauri people just because I figure… if you like reading his story, maybe you’ll also enjoy this! It’s… something! Tagged: @maybeawhumpblog, @pepperonyscience, @haro-whumps, @18-toe-beans, @burtlederp, @finder-of-rings, @giggly-evil-puppy, @whimpers-and-whumpers, @moose-teeth, @whump-it, @lumpofwhump, @pumpkinthefangirl

The man in the suit smiled at him, warm and friendly, from across the table in the little restaurant, watching with patient amusement as Kauri wolfed down his cheeseburger with impressive speed. “Hey, whoa,“ he said, holding up one hand.

He had nice hands, Kauri thought idly. Long-fingered, like maybe he played an instrument or something.

“You don’t need to scarf that down all at once!” The man in the suit laughed, and it was a really nice laugh, too. “I’ve got no places to be. Just enjoy it.”

His voice was warm and nearly melodic with the accent people had here. Kauri smiled, a little shamefaced, feeling genuinely guilty for having eaten so quickly.

He wiped at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, sitting slowly back. “S-sorry. I just, uh, hadn’t eaten much yet today.” He hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, but that wasn’t so bad and he didn’t want any pity over it. It had just been a long bus ride back here from the other side of the city, and yesterday’s panhandling had barely covered the bus fare. “I’m pretty hungry. Thanks for offering to buy me lunch. You… you didn’t have to do that. I’m really grateful.”

“Not a problem at all, lad,” The man said, smile brightening. All he’d gotten for himself was a small plate of fries, and he ate them slowly, one by one, while watching Kauri absolutely demolish a cheeseburger combo. “I’ve seen you before, you know.”

“Have you?” Kauri frowned, fighting a hint of unease. Lots of people saw him - it wasn’t that unusual that someone had seen him more than once. Most people didn’t say anything, though - some kind of unwritten rule, not to let the boy on the street corner know you saw him again and again and nothing changed about his life for the better.

Usually the people who had seen him more than once went one of two ways - they gave less, or they gave more. But they never admitted, either way, that they knew his face.

“You’ve asked for help at that intersection before,” The man replied, cheerfully. There was no hint of judgement in his voice, only curiosity. “I haven’t been able to stop by, previously, but I’ve long meant to take a moment to feed you, give you what you need. Today, I was ready. How long have you been a resident of our illustrious overheated streets, then?”

Kauri shrugged, relaxing now. Okay, that made sense - he probably drove to work the same way every day. He’d just seen Kauri with his little sign asking for anything anyone could spare, giving the same effusive thanks for a handful of coins as he did offers to buy him new shoes, or sandals, or a new shirt.

Meant to buy him lunch, had to wait until he had a long lunch hour, enough time to linger over a plate of fries.

“A few weeks. I came from somewhere else.” He pulled the milkshake closer to him with a low scraping sound of glass on the table, picking up a long-handled silver spoon. He used it to fish the cherry off the top, a little whipped cream coming with it.

Focused on his goal, he didn’t notice the intensity with which the man’s eyes followed the cherry, bits of whipped cream clinging to its rounded red sides, from milkshake to his mouth. He did not notice how the man watched him bite down as the cold juice burst inside his mouth - the way his eyes dropped to Kauri’s lips and then his throat, taking him in as he chewed and swallowed.

He didn’t see the man’s hand, hidden as it was under the table, dig fingernails into his own thigh through the neatly pressed pants to hold himself still.

By the time Kauri looked back at him, the man had his head resting on one hand and was smiling again, friendly and open, an avid sparkling interest in his eyes. “Are you preparing to return to that somewhere else, then?”

Kauri hesitated, then shook his head. “Not for a while. Some things happened… I needed to leave town for a bit. I don’t really want to, um, to talk about it.”

"Sorry to pry. Did you have friends here, then?” The man’s curiosity was kind of nice. Kauri hadn’t spoken to much of anyone since he’d gotten here, just the hi how are you, can you spare a five routine. It was nice to have someone so interested in him, for once.

“I… you’re going to laugh at me,” Kauri said, flushing a little. Something in the man’s expression brightened again, at the sight of the blood rushing to his face.

“Allow me to promise you that no matter what you say… in this moment, I will not laugh at you,” the man said firmly, sincerely.

Kauri ducked his head and used the spoon to take a bite of chocolate milkshake. Cold and smooth on his tongue, burst of sugar and smooth flavor. He closed his eyes, for a second, reveling in it. Owen never gave him milkshakes. The first time Jack had bought him one, his mind hadn’t known what he was looking at, other than shakes he’d seen in movies - but his tongue had remembered the flavor.

He did not see the man’s eyes lock on the way his lips closed around the long-handled spoon.

The man cleared his throat, and Kauri’s eyes opened again to find the same charming, affable expression from before. “I promised not to laugh,” the man said, good-natured humor lacing his voice alongside a hint of a reminder. “You have to tell me what you were going to say.”

“Oh. Right.” The man in the suit was looking outside, now, not even at him at all. “Well, I still think you’ll laugh, but… I picked this city at random when I first got here. Just… got off the bus when it stopped. I don’t know anyone, and I-”

He caught himself in time.

He’d been so relaxed he’d very nearly said, and I can’t read the map.

The man was watching him, expectantly. “You what, love?”

Kauri cleared his throat and took another bite of milkshake. “I don’t usually do things like that, is all,” he said smoothly, and stuck the straw down in his shake now, hoping the time he spent drinking it was time he wouldn’t be expected to make more idle chatter that could get him in trouble. The man didn’t seem like the type to tell anyone if Kauri said something, admitted to illiteracy or any of the other tells that gave the runaway Box Boys away.

Not that they were all illiterate. Just the ones like him, with owners who had wanted to ensure they could not read well enough to find their way out.

They were both largely quiet after that, beyond a few more amused comments about his appetite, a couple of questions about his plans for the rest of the day, and Kauri’s quiet, friendly answers. Kauri made himself eat more slowly, and noticed that the man didn’t really eat anything at all after that. He paid the bill with a smile and a comment to the waitress that had her blushing.

Then he turned back to Kauri. “I need to head back to my car. Your particular corner of choice is right next to the parking lot, isn’t it?” There was a pause for thought, and Kauri caught a flicker of something in the man’s expression that he could not quite read. “Grand and Parkview, right?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.” Kauri had no idea what the names of the streets were, he couldn’t even look at the signs without the headache starting up, swift and strong. That sounded right, though, he thought…

Something and Parkview, anyway, right?

The man gave him a sort of strange look - something deeply pleased, but in a way that made the hair on the back of Kauri’s neck stand up. “Hm. Well, walk me that direction then, will you? I’ve enjoyed your company this afternoon.”

He would follow him out, Kauri thought, slightly uneasy now. Follow him and then make sure he was gone before Kauri ducked down an alleyway or two and spent the rest of his day somewhere else.

The man dropped his pace once they had left the restaurant and stepped back out into the dry sunshine that beat down into Kauri’s dark hair and pale skin with a nearly physical weight. They ended up walking side by side, not quite ambling down the street. Kauri had jammed his hands into his pockets, the leather bracelet on his left wrist a pressure against it, covering the barcode that would give him away.

Kauri didn’t notice the men in simple nondescript polo shirts and pants that peeled themselves away from their casual positions along the wall outside the restaurant and began to follow them. He had started to look over his shoulder at the movement, but a man nearly walked right into him and his head jerked back around so he could duck to the side, almost into the man in the suit who had bought him lunch, and avoid a collision.

Just ahead of them a man in a polo shirt stopped briefly to light some kind of sweet-smelling cigarette. The smoke wafted around Kauri’s head. It smelled like cloves maybe, like the art kids smoked outside his dorm-

How the fuck would he know what kind of cigarettes art majors smoke? Was that part of the memories that slid in and out of his mind? Had he been an art major, maybe? He was sure he used to write poetry…

The man in the suit seemed to notice Kauri’s distraction, because he cleared his throat unobtrusively. Kauri blinked up at him and he smiled, leaning slightly down. “Before we part ways, can I ask… what’s your name, love?”

“Oh. I didn’t tell you, did I? Um. I’m Kauri.” The man held out his right hand and Kauri shook it, trying to ensure his grip was firm. Nat had shown him how to shake hands well, in a way that didn’t give away what he was, or that he was sometimes so nervous. No limp wrist, grip on tightly, firm shake once or maybe twice, let go.

“That’s a good handshake,” The man said, his voice slightly low, and Kauri blushed again, grinning at the compliment. Nat would be glad to hear the afternoon she’d spent teaching him how to act like a normal person had paid off. “And your name is lovely.”

The man just ahead of them had stopped again, took another slow drag, and spoke some words into the phone he had put up to his ear. A car with blacked-out windows pulled up alongside them at the curb.

Kauri didn’t really notice - the man in the suit had lifted a hand to brush the backs of his knuckles against Kauri’s face, and he was entirely focused on the shiver that ran down his spine, not entirely unpleasant. “Kauri. No last name, though?”

Kauri hunched his shoulders, feeling suddenly defensive, uncertain. “I-I don’t…” Don’t say I don’t have one, don’t say I don’t have one, don’t say I don’t have one. “I just don’t, uh, have much to do with my family anymore.” That was true, at least. “So I don’t… use it.”

“How sad. I hate to hear about someone estranged from family so young. How do you spell Kauri, if I may be bold enough to ask?“ The man looked at him through the cloud of sweet smoke. When Kauri turned his head to squint a glare at the asshole smoking so close by, the man in the suit took his chin between thumb and forefinger and turned his eyes back. “Ah, ah,” He said, not quite reprovingly. “I asked a question, darling.”

Kauri felt the first lick of real worry, a coldness that seemed to wash straight down his spine. He moved to pull back, but the grip on his chin tightened and held his eyes locked on the man’s. “Please let go,” He whispered.

“No. Tell me how to spell your name.”

Kauri swallowed, hard. The cold worry shifted into an even colder fear. He felt rooted here, frozen in this spot. “I… I don’t know.”

The man tsked, clicking tongue against teeth, and shook his head without taking his eyes off Kauri’s. “Poor dear. Can’t spell your name… no home, no family, no one knows you’re here, and you clearly didn’t know what street corner I found you at, since those streets are on two opposite ends of this city… Oh, love. You really shouldn’t let strange men buy you things if you’re going to be so gorgeously vulnerable.”

Kauri moved to pull away again and realized there were men on either side of him, the man in the suit in front, and a car just behind. He felt a sinking, awful familiarity - a memory he didn’t actually have, that something like this had happened before. “W-wait-… you, you said-”

“My name is Martin,” The man in the suit said smoothly, interrupting him. “I’m inclined even to allow you to use it, although only in very specific circumstances. But we’ll discuss that a bit more once we have time to really get to know each other, won’t we?”

“No, I’m not-… I don’t want to-”

“Quiet.” The man jerked his head to the side, just slightly, and the men on other side of him were suddenly boxing him in, pressed against him. Kauri flinched back, only to trip on the curb and smack his back into the side of the car, next to the lid for the gas tank.

“Wait, wh-what’s… why are you-”

“Don’t ask questions, darling, it’s tiresome. Get in the car.”

“N-no.” Kauri braced his feet and stood his ground, setting his jaw in defiance. The men on either side of him bristled, but the man in the suit - Martin - only smiled.”I, I appreciate you buying me lunch - I said thank you - but… but people buying you things doesn’t mean you owe them. If you try… I’ll scream.”

Martin’s smile widened, just a little, and he reached out to run a hand through Kauri’s riot of wild black curls, longer than he really meant them to be but he kept forgetting to get a haircut. It wasn’t a malicious movement - more like a man who watched a kitten rolling around on a pillow and he just couldn’t help himself but pet the soft fur.

Kauri shivered, ducking his head instinctively into the touch.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Martin said softly, and did it again. This time, Kauri fought the instincts and the training, and held himself still, despite the rush of pleasure that seemed to run straight from scalp to knees and back again.

“I’ll scream,” He said again, but his voice was weaker. “For… for help.”

“No, you won’t,” Martin said with perfect confidence. “Because you are an escaped Box Boy, and if I take that bracelet off your wrist I’ll see a barcode there, plain as day, won’t I?” The men on either side of him grabbed his wrists and jerked them upwards. Martin held Kauri’s frightened gaze as he held one hand out and the second man handed him a pair of black leather gloves.

“M-My…”

Martin pulled the gloves on, slowly, taking his sweet time. In no hurry at all. Then he reached out, trailing leather-clad fingertips up his arm, until he popped the snaps that held Kauri’s bracelet closed and slid it slowly off, to drop abandoned and unnoticed in the gutter.

On the inside of his left wrist, a barcode in deep black ink, and below that the numbers 645898.

“There it is.” Martin traced little circles across the tattoo, as Kauri fought to pull away and the men in the polo shirts held him fast with his back shoved up against the car. No one walking past them stopped or even looked - if they did they walked even faster to get away. No one asked him if he needed help. “Look at that. You’re property, aren’t you? Just got up and walked away on two legs, like my table getting a mind of its own…”

“Please,” Kauri said softly, and Martin let out a soft exhalation in response. “Please, you don’t have to-”

“I’m giving you a choice, Kauri,” Martin said, in a tone of perfect rationality. Two men having a polite discussion, one of them significantly younger and backed up against a car, the other pressing further and further into his space with every passing second. “If you scream, or try to walk away, I will call law enforcement myself. I’ll show them the barcode on that… beautifully thin wrist-” Martin’s thumb rubbed, slowly, back and forth over the barcode now, pressed into the line of numbers at the bottom. Kauri swallowed hard against the way the pressure of his hand felt very nearly good. “-and they’ll take you back, won’t they? Scan your… microchip, or something.”

“I d-don’t have a-”

“That’s really not important,” Martin said smoothly. One of the men holding Kauri opened the door to the car, and Kauri looked sidelong at the dark space inside with growing panic. Not again, his mind whispered, fighting the fear of a memory he didn’t consciously have any longer.

Still, no one stopped.

No one asked if he needed help.

Martin slid the cool leather covering his palm over the side of Kauri’s face and gently turned his eyes back. “Look at me, love. Your choice is this. You can step into my car of your own free will, or you can… not. If you don’t, I’ll ensure you find your way back to that very sad man who keeps asking about you on TV. If you go with him, sweet boy, I think we both know you’ll never be seen by anyone else again.” He brushed a bit of Kauri’s hair from his eyes, head tilting as he took in the trembling and the fear. Kauri’s breath had begun to come in quick, shaking gasps, and something in Martin lit up in response. “If you come with me, however… I’ll get bored of you, eventually. And I promise I’ll let you back out right here where I found you. Intact… more or less. Honestly… if you’re good enough, I’ll even pay you a little for your time.”

Martin smiled. Kauri swallowed, hard. His heart was racing, less a heartbeat than a vibration inside his chest, and he saw someone passing by look at them, see his barcode, and do a double-take.

People walking by probably saw a runaway Box Boy being scooped back up and taken home.

“Pretty thing like you… you could do a lot with five hundred or so, hm?”

This wasn’t any choice at all.

He had no reason to trust the man, but if the alternative was going back to Owen, and there was even a chance the man was telling the truth about letting him go later… maybe he could buy some time, find a way out of Martin’s house. Houses had ways out, they had stairs or second-story windows. It wouldn’t be like Owen’s balcony, seven stories up, too high up to survive the jump…

“Get in the car,” Martin said again, more firmly this time.

Kauri nodded, a quick jerk of his chin down and then back up again, and when the man let go of his arms he felt his stomach sink as he climbed, all on his own, into the backseat of Martin’s silver car. The seats were a cool maroon leather and it was so dark from the tinted windows that Kauri had to blink rapidly as his eyes adjusted.

“Should we get in with you?” One of the polo-shirted men asked, in a low voice.

“Oh, no,” Martin replied smoothly. “I can handle him just fine from here, thanks.” Kauri pushed himself to the other side and tried, surreptitiously, to open the door and run out into the street. The handle moved - the door did not open.

“Oh, you must think I’m quite stupid,” Martin said pleasantly, settling into the seat, closing his car door. All at once, the last bit of light was gone and they were left in semi-darkness. “No, love, that door won’t open for you.”

Kauri swallowed, trying to soothe his own fear, to figure out what came next. His eyes jumped through the spacious backseat interior - windows tinted so dark he couldn’t see out and no one else could see in, a blacked-out pane of glass between them and the driver up front. Low yellowed lights along the interior roof, the only light to see by. “Wh-why… why me?”

“Two reasons. I don’t mind explaining.” Martin settled back - no seatbelt, Kauri noticed, as he felt the car pull away from the curb, the lurching, sickening resignation that whatever was going to happen to him, it was happening now. “The first is simple - I’ve heard about Box Boys, and I’ve always wondered if the rumors about their… responsiveness… are true. I did not lie to you, Kauri. I’ve seen you for some time, standing at that corner. I knew what you were, and I had you researched, photographed. I saw what I wanted. Now I have it.”

“And… and the second reason?” Kauri’s voice was nearly a whisper.

Martin’s eyebrows furrowed, for a moment deep in thought. “Well. That. I’ve… had some heartbreak recently. They say a rebound is good for soothing such a deep grief… it doesn’t matter. I’ve been in a bit of a dry spell since my heartbreak. That dry spell ends now. Come here.”

Kauri pressed himself even more firmly against the door, as far away as he could get, and slowly shook his head. “I-I don’t want to-… I don’t think-”

Martin sighed, a sound of genuine disappointment. One of his hands dropped to his hip. “You don’t need to think about much at all, now, Kauri. That’s not what you were made for.”

I didn’t have them make you for me so you could think, Kauri.

“I said,” Martin said, in a low, deep voice, “Come here.”

The authority in his tone was overwhelming - it filled the car’s interior, was nearly a pressure that pushed Kauri forward. All his conditioning, his training, the months in the Facility burned in him to obey. He had to dig his fingernails into the soft leather seats to keep himself still. Even so, he slowly leaned forward, just a little.

Just enough.

Too much.

Martin grabbed him by the hair and dragged him the rest of the way across the backseat until Kauri was nearly on his hands and knees, Martin’s hand gripped hard into his hair to hold him still. Kauri went to jerk himself backwards, to pull away, and felt cool metal press, just a little, against his throat.

He went still.

Martin’s breathing had changed - gone heavier, a little ragged. He used the grip in Kauri’s hair to pull his head up, until his mouth pressed lightly - barely a brush, a kiss - against Kauri’s ear. The knife moved, too, the same almost-cutting pressure against the side of his neck.

“Pl-please, please don’t kill me,” Kauri whispered, tears pricking at his eyes. “Please don’t k-kill-”

“And waste such a perfectly formed mouth on such a beautiful body?” Martin chuckled, puffs of air against his earlobe. Kauri felt a warmth suffuse him, unwanted and loathed, the simple sudden heat that began to pool in the core of him. “I would never. Not unless you keep being so… rude. Are you going to be rude, Kauri?”

“N-No, I w-w-won’t, I-… ah!” Martin’s lips had found a spot just below his ear, where his neck and jaw met, and begun to suck, lightly, at the skin there. The warmth in him was a shivery awful pleasure that he - for once - hated.

It was like Owen, and not like him at all.

“God, it’s true what they say… you’re already getting hard for me, aren’t you, darling?” Martin spoke so his lips moved on Kauri’s skin, and he whimpered.

The knife pricked at his skin, just a little, and when he flinched back the hand fisted even more tightly in his hair. Kauri had nowhere to go. “I… I don’t know, Martin,” Kauri whispered, and let Martin pull his head back even further by the grip on his hair. “I don’t know if I am.”

It was a lie. He knew he was, he could feel it, starting to become a weight between his own legs. He was too well trained for anything else.

Martin’s tongue licked at the drop of blood that had welled up from the prick of the knife. He closed his eyes tightly and shivered, wishing that it didn’t feel so good.

“We’ll have to make sure you can really feel it, then, won’t we? So it’s… unmistakable. I’m in the mood for you to call me sir. What do they teach you to say, if your master tells you what to call them?”

Kauri swallowed. “I…” His voice cracked, and Martin chuckled again, dragging him even closer, until he had to move to catch his balance and his hand was pressed into the leather seats between Martin’s legs, his head hovering over his stomach.

Staring directly down at Martin’s belt buckle, at the hint of shadows and shape that told Kauri what would come next.

He wasn’t the only one reacting.

“I am… an active participant in fulfilling my owner’s desires,” Kauri whispered. One of the first things they’d had him memorize, when he was put into training.

“Say it again. Use master instead of owner.”

“I’m… I’m an active participant in fulfilling my m-master’s desires.”

“Are you, now? Perfect. I have so many desires, Kauri… let’s see what you can do to fulfill them… actively.” He pulled Kauri’s head back again, to look him in the eyes in the near-darkness, and watched tears run down Kauri’s cheeks with an intense, focused fascination. The blade in his hand slowly slid down Kauri’s neck until it settled just between the two halves of his collarbone. “How well can you take a knife?”

Kauri’s shivering was suddenly no longer from the unwanted coil of arousal simmering under his skin. In a flash, he felt only a horrible cold. “I-I… I’m not t-trained for pain, sir,” He said softly.

“What a shame.” Martin smiled, in a way that said he did not find it a shame at all. The car moved through the city streets. No one knew him here, and his friends wouldn’t expect much communication for days. The knife slid with a kiss of pain along the neckline of his shirt, and Kauri hissed. He tried once more to pull away, but Martin held him where he was, letting it move with careful, practiced curves. Skin smoothly melting apart, leaving behind the ache and the drops of blood.

“Don’t worry, love. You’ll bleed plenty, for me. I’ll train you myself.” Martin sighed - not quite contentment, it was edged with darker lust. “But I am ever the gentleman, aren’t I? I’ll make sure that eager little body is… well taken of.” He paused, considering. The knife left Kauri’s skin and the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Martin used his grip on Kauri’s hair to push his head lower, and relief was replaced once again by the wash of icy fear.

“For the foreseeable future, love, the only thing that should matter to you - that will matter to you - is how well you are pleasing me.”

“Yes, sir,” Kauri said softly.

He felt… distant from himself, and yet horrifyingly present, all at once. He could feel every shift of cloth against his skin, the low throb of want that had begun to course through him against his will. He could feel the hand gripped in his hair, hear Martin’s breath.

And yet… he felt like there was a fog between himself and wha was happening. Just like he’d been trained. He would be good.

Shadows and shape. He knew how to do this. He had been forced to do this so many times in the Facility it was a muscle memory by now, tongue and lips searching out the right spots… he liked it by now, giving Owen - Jack - Derrick - others - what would make them feel good.

This was no different.

So why was he so scared?

“Then get started,” Martin said quietly. “You might as well familiarize yourself, you and I are going to know each other very well.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’ve been watching you for weeks, Kauri, and I have plans for you.”

Kauri carefully lowered his head, his right hand moving to pull down Martin’s zipper, and prayed at least one of those plans involved letting him get out of this alive.

***

Martin Viklund-Reid belongs to @evermetnotforgotten and is used with permission

114 notes · View notes

sorrelchestnut · 4 years ago

Text

from the discard pile: dogs of war, sole & deacon

Going through some drafts and unearthed this bit, which I think was originally meant to be the closing scene of Jeepers Creepers before I decided the pacing was off. The lead-in to the scene is missing but they’re in Sole’s garage in Sanctuary, talking about X6, who is outside with MacCready. (Content warning for mentions of past war crimes, including torture and execution.)

"Don't worry, he can't hear us," Sole says, catching the line of his gaze. "This garage is soundproof - only way I got some goddamn peace on the weekends. His hearing might reach, on a quiet day, but he can only process one auditory input at a time. As long as you don't use his name, or any words that might trigger his attention, you're fine."

"You're sure of that?"

"I've read approximately six hundred pages of reports to that effect, so yes." And then she grins at him, easy and loose. "Also, Mac and I tested it. Extensively."

Deacon trembles to think what form that 'testing' might have taken. The two of them hold the current Railroad record for goading Carrington into a temper: one minute and forty-two seconds, and they weren't even talking directly to him. Deacon's own best time is barely under three.

"It's a miracle you're still alive."

"Nah. Not really." And her gaze wanders once more to the door, something like fondness tugging once more at the corner of her mouth.

Worry churns in his gut: not new, exactly, but… renewed, maybe. He trusts her judgement, in the general sense, but she's also possessive about her people, and that can lead to mistakes. "You like him, don't you?"

"First time I met him he took down an entire Brotherhood squad in less than five minutes. What's not to like?"

Deacon brushes that away with a gesture. "No, I mean you actually like him."

Most people fidget when they're thinking: their gazes roam, they bounce their knees, they bite their nails, something. (Dez rubs her fingers together, like she's holding a cigarette; Carrington folds his hands. Glory taps her belt buckle. Drums tugs at his sleeves.) Fixer, on the other hand, goes completely still. It's how he figured out that her first training was as a sniper, even if she tends towards more direct solutions these days. MacCready has it, too, as much as Deacon hates to admit it. When the chips are down, they both have that instinct to wait, and take a breath, before they decide.

He doesn't know about X6-88. As far as Deacon can tell, he's always absolutely still. Right up until the moment he's not.

"I understand him," Fixer says finally. "The best of the best, with a broad mandate and minimal oversight, answerable only to the highest authorities… Hell, I've been him. I don't think they really knew what they were doing, when they started making soldiers like him. They don't understand how they think."

The pronouns are a little confusing, but he gets what she's saying, since she can't use words like Institute or courser with X6 so close at hand. "They don't think they can."

She tips her head in acknowledgement. "The army didn't, either, back in my day. It's not really what soldiers are known for. But that's how I know."

"Know what, Fix?"

"How it happens." She's not really looking at him; her gaze is fixed broodingly into the middle distance, on some foreign land that's been dead so long Deacon can't even really imagine it. "You give someone that kind of latitude, they're going to use it. It's inevitable. Doesn't mean they kick up, doesn't mean they're not still following orders, just- It's a choice. Every day."

"And you think his choices-" The Institute, he tries to say without saying it; all of the synths he's dragged back to slavery, all of the people he's killed- "-mean you can trust him."

She grins at that, shooting him a sideways look that would probably seem almost flirtatious, if he didn't know that she'd put a blade through his throat before she'd let him touch her. "He has a standing kill order on Mac, you know."

Deacon almost spits out his cigarette. "What?"

"Yeah. Since day one. The, uh, big boss, really doesn't like me having outside ties." She shrugs, seemingly entirely unmoved by the prospect. "I'm not worried. He's more than half in love with him, you know."

More pronouns. "You mean MacCready, or…"

"Or." She smirks at his surprise. "Hey, just because you don't like my boy, doesn't mean it's a common affliction."

"I think you'll find you're the odd one out there, Fix."

But Deacon can't help but look through the door, out to the two figures in the garden beyond. At some point in the past couple minutes, MacCready successfully coaxed X6 away from his guard post and down into the garden next to him, kneeling with little regard for his shiny-black coat. Which would be startling enough, but as Deacon watches, MacCready knocks lazily against him with one shoulder, seemingly unconcerned with reprisal. X6, after a moment's deliberation, expressionlessly returns the gesture, seemingly no harder than a shrug but enough to send MacCready tumbling into the dirt.

There's a cry of offense, loud enough to be heard even through the door, and then MacCready is popping back up like some demented jack-in-the-box, trying and failing to fix a scowl on his smiling mouth. X6-88 waits patiently until his diatribe is done, then says something in reply, his face still fixed in that absolutely blank affect. Whatever it is tips the battle between smile and scowl, and MacCready loses it, his head thrown back in a silent shout of laughter.

The angle of X6's head changes very slightly, as if he's looking at the long, exposed line of MacCready's throat. And then he turns away, and goes back to his task.

"You see," Fixer says, very quietly, next to him.

"Holy shit," Deacon breathes. "How long have you-"

"Suspected? Early. First mission, practically. Known?" She shrugs again. "Baited him when we hit Med-Tek. Gave him a chance to make his move - lots of ghouls, no witnesses, MacCready was freaking out. All he had to do was step back, but he turned them into fucking paste. Never saw him move so fast. So."

He looks at her sidelong, trying to judge how she feels about it. "Never saw you as the type to share your toys, Fix."

A twitch of a smile. "You don't know everything about me, Deacon."

No. But he does know a lot. "So it's as simple as that, huh? He's hot for your boy, so you trust him?"

That earns him a cool frown. "I don't trust anybody. Except MacCready," she corrects judiciously. "And Preston. Sturges. Nick, most days. Everyone else?" She shrugs. "It's situational."

Deacon’s a very pointed absence from that list, but hell. It's not like she's wrong. They understand each other too well to be offended over a little thing like honesty at this late date. "But considering the situation-"

She makes an exasperated noise at the back of her throat. "Do I trust him not to kill my partner? Yeah. Do I know that I might still have to kill him someday? Also yeah. Do I think there's a chance I won't have to? Yeah. Yeah, I do." She scrubs a hand through her shaggy hair and pulls off her shades, giving him a clear look at the shadows underneath her eyes. There's a twang of guilt, faint but still there: she's been burning the candle at both ends, trying to keep this crazy train afloat. "Look, you think it's easy to make that kind of judgement call? You think it's all black and white? It's not. I've probably killed more people than anyone downstairs, and I think you know that."

Her voice is still soft, not a whisper but a low, easy murmur, designed not to draw attention from the sharp ears outside. And it takes everything Deacon has to keep his voice equally low when he says, "It's not really the same thing."

"Isn't it?" She meets his gaze head-on. "Whatever you've imagined I've done, let me tell you - it was ten times worse. I've tortured people for information; I've tortured people to send a message. I've killed civilians. I've killed prisoners. I've killed people who were starving, desperate, begging - sometimes, I killed people just because they got in my way. And you know what? You're still perfectly happy to make use of me. So maybe, just maybe, we're neither of us qualified to determine whether or not someone is irredeemable."

For a minute Deacon can't say anything, can't even think past the roaring in his ears. Sole just waits, with that same still patience she has in the field, the crack of the rifle shot still ringing in the air as she waits to see if her target's going to get up again. They never do, of course. Fixer's too thorough for that: two to the heart, one to the head, that's her style.

He wonders, for a long and aching moment, if she already knows. And in the moment that follows that one, he realizes it doesn't matter. He's going to tell her someday, anyway. Who else could possibly understand?

And in the moment after that, he meets her gaze, nods, and returns to business.

"We're ahead of schedule on the upper-level builds, but the labs are slower going. I think once your new friend starts getting her robots up and running we'll be able to shift more people away to the specialized work in the lower levels, and we'll be back on track for the deadline. Plumbing's been going well, but the wiring is still something of an issue…"

#fic #discard pile #fallout 4 #dogs of war

16 notes · View notes

notyoursterotypicalnerd · 4 years ago

Text

Online Love

Marvel Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Synopsis: Bucky and his mysterious S have only been communicating via phone that is until S suggests they finally meet in person. Bucky isn’t sure how he feels about that idea but he says yes anyway.

Word count: 2026

A/N: Hope you don’t mind that i used your stucky social media post as inspiration. @snowbarrysolicity

Their lives had finally stopped revolving around fighting. They had both finally figured out how-to live-in peace. No more fight against the enemy and no more fighting against each other.

They were childhood friends; battle tore them apart, but daily remainders kept each other close.

One was known as the hero to the public while the other was known as the enemy, normally stories like this would sound cliched and audiences would know where this would turn. This is exactly that story.

“Yo, Buck. We’re all heading out, want to come join us?” Sam yelled over the music in the gym.

Bucky looked up from the punching bag “Whose us?”

“Stark, Barton and Rogers”

Bucky scrunched up his face “Maybe another time.”

Sam rolled his eyes “Don’t know why you bother training; we both know I’m the stronger one out of the two of us” He laughed.

“I’ll give you whose stronger” Bucky joked as he raised his metal fist.

The two males laughed together.

“Right, fine. Catch ya in a bit” Sam called out as he headed out of their shared house.

Bucky paused for a moment as he listened to front door close shut. He rushed to his phone next to the speakers, he picked it up and smiled as he saw an unread message from his new crush.

Bucky clicked open the message.

It was nice to finally hear your voice in person last night. x S.

Bucky felt like a child with a hidden crush that his too shy to share. No one knew that Bucky had been talking to a guy. They had meet on a dating app, Sam had set one up for Bucky thinking that Buck could move his looking for love online instead of trying old 1940’s tricks that make any woman sick to hear.

He had swiped on a guy who he only knew as S, even the profile picture seemed a bit vague. Bucky didn’t care, the two of them had been messaging each other non-stop since even swapping numbers.

No one knew about Bucky’s new interest; he was even too shy to talk to Steve about it.

Bucky bit his lower lip as he tried to find the words to reply with.

Maybe we could meet in person?

Bucky backspaced the message “No” he sighed to himself.

Want to stay up late again tonight?

“Ah!” he cringed to himself. “Don’t come off quick” he sighed again.

Same time again?

Bucky pressed send. He lowered his head thinking he was going to wreck his chances too quickly. They had only been talking for almost two months, they each had their excuses on not wanting to meet in person.

Bucky’s excuse was always the same, I’m sorry but things have been hectic and trying to meet in person would be rushed.

While S’ excuse would be work’s been holding me hostage, we’ll plan something...eventually.

Bucky looked down at his phone as an instant reply came through.

I’m free now.

Bucky jumped in giddy. He took a deep breath as he rang S’ number. He looked up at the punching bag, he bit his lower lip.

“James”

He loved the way S said his name. No one called him James, not even Steve; at least not anymore.

“S” Bucky smiled at himself as he began to walk out of the gym.

“did you get much sleep after I hung up last night?”

Bucky was glad he was alone, no one could see him blush “Ah, sorry man that I crashed. It’s just been crazy lately.” He couldn’t believe that he fell asleep half way through their conversation last night.

S laughed a little “has anyone ever told you that your snore is cute?”

Bucky paused for a moment as he stopped on the stairs. He didn’t know how to respond to that. He took a second to recollect his thoughts “you should see what else is cute” his eyes widened as he realised what he had just said. “fuck!” he mouthed to himself.

S laughed a little “Are you finally free from being busy?”

Bucky clenched his human hand, letting his nails dig into his skin. He wasn’t ready to meet in person. What happens if S didn’t like what he saw? What happens if S knew about Bucky’s past?

“James, are you there?”

Bucky unclenched his hand “Yes, sorry” He took the final three steps up the stairs “is work still holding you hostage?”

“At the moment things have seem to died down and I’m no longer chained to my…” S stopped himself from speaking “Maybe we could finally meet up tomorrow?”

Bucky went quiet again, he moved along the hallway. He couldn’t but he wanted to. He shouldn’t but he wanted to. A million thoughts ran through Bucky’s mind.

“James?”

Bucky stopped at the entrance of the kitchen “Tomorrow?” he tried to remain calm.

“Yeah? Say around 3?”

Bucky paused. His thoughts started to swirl around trying to find a good excuse to use, trying to find something that could avoid a meet up. He loved texting S and he loved finally hearing S’ voice for a change but meeting in person? No, that was off the table.

“James?” S started to worry.

Bucky caught his reflection in the window. He didn’t think he was a looker, his shoulder length dark hair pulled into a messy bun, a scruffy beard around his lower jaw. A baggy singlet over his upper body and a pair of sweats over his lower body.

He had heard Sam’s jokes too many times, not that it bruised Bucky’s ego but some days he did believe the joking insults Sam said.

“James? Are you still there?”

Bucky snapped back into the conversation, he wanted to hang up. Use some excuse of the phone call ending abruptly. “I..can...3..is” Bucky fumbled with his words.

“Are you sure, James? We don’t have too meet in person”

“Nah, it’s cool.” Bucky finally managed to find his words.

“Nah, you don’t want to meet up or cool that you do?” S tried to find certainty in the answer.

“Sorry, S. I totally want to see you tomorrow, it’s about time, anyway. Right?” Bucky tried to act cool.

S laughed a little “It’s certainly overdue. Alright, say across the road from the building that used to be Stark towers?”

“3pm, at that coffee shop?”

“Yep. Alright, I get it...I’ll get off the phone” another voice could be heard in the background, but Bucky couldn’t make out what they were saying “Sorry, James. Friends of mine want me off the phone, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye S.” Bucky waited for the line to go quiet before he put his phone in his pocket.

He couldn’t believe it; he was going on his first date since having his memory and metal arm altered by Shuri. To say Bucky was nervous would be an understand; he was scared and nervous. He couldn’t believe he had agreed to it.

# #

Bucky placed the razor down on the sink’s edge as he looked at his smooth face in the reflection of the bathroom mirror; he smiled a little.

“Oh, come man, now I’m going to have to look at that ugly thing all the time? At least the beard was an improvement” Joked Sam as he stopped in the doorway of the bathroom.

Bucky rolled his eyes.

Sam’s eyes moved to the bathroom floor seeing Bucky’s chopped hair on the floor “hope you plan on cleaning all that up”

Bucky looked at Sam.

“What? I could’ve said something about the towel too but” Same shrugged a little “I’ve grown numb to you walking around in a towel.”

Bucky smiled a little.

“Doors were invented for a reason dude” Sam leaned against the door way. “What’s with the clean-up, anyway?”

Bucky looked at the sink, he turned on the taps trying to clean up the mess of his beard “I..” he paused for a moment “I have a date”

Sam burst out laughing “What girl wants a weak ass like you? Should tell her, that the falcon is over here.”

Bucky wanted to correct Sam, it wasn’t a she he was meeting; it was a he. “Come on, man. We know the ladies love the metal” He joked back at Sam.

“Always using that lame ass excuse” Sam rolled his eyes “Do I know her?”

Bucky shrugged.

Sam shrugged in reply “Is that all I get? A shrug? Man, your finally getting the hang of this century.”

Bucky turned off the taps, he looked at Sam “That’s all your getting, birdman.”

“Bird man?” Sam pretended to feel offended “At least I’m a chick magnet”

It was Bucky’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Are you bringing her back here?”

Bucky carefully knelt down to the ground trying not to let his towel come loose, he shrugged.

Sam shrugs “again with a shrug?”

“Look, Sam. I don’t know. This is our first-time meeting in person. Probably go back to theirs” He started to try and clean the cuts off his hair from the floor.

“Well if you bring her back here, than just send me a text so I can clear the zone. I don’t want to see your nasty ass walking around naked.”

“ ‘right” Bucky tried not to feel hurt over the last comment. He was trying to stay positive for his date with S but the conversation with Sam was taking Bucky’s thoughts down.

# #

Sam looked at Bucky “Gotta admit, you don’t scrub up too bad” he complimented his friend.

Bucky smiled a little. He was dressed in jeans, plain shirt, and a leather jack. Bucky ran his metal fingers through his hair to slick it back slightly, he used his human hand to check his phone “thanks man.”

“Let me know how it goes and if things don’t work out. Give her my number”

“Yeah, that ain’t happening.” Bucky waved bye to his friend as he walked towards the front door. He pulled his sunglasses out from the inside of his jacket and put them on. He shoved his metal hand into the pocket of his jeans trying to make himself look as human as possible as he walked out of their property.

# #

Bucky checked the time on his phone. 14:50. He sat down outside the café as he waited for his order. He could feel his heart racing, he wanted to bail, and ghost S. Bucky would rather go back on the run again than deal with meeting S.

Bucky looked down as he felt the table vibrate, he noticed a new message flash across the screen of his phone. He opened the message.

Who am I looking for?

Bucky looked up around him trying to see if anyone was looking at their phone. A lot of different people were, he sighed a little than began typing.

Leather jacket, glasses on. Back corner on the right, outside the café.

Bucky looked up at the café waiter as they placed down the coffee he had ordered “thanks”. Bucky hit send on the message.

He ran his metal fingers through his hair, nervous were building up.

“James?”

Bucky quickly shoved his metal hand in his jacket pocket “S..” he looked up at the male standing next to him; his eyes widened couldn’t be, but it was “Steve?”

Steve Rogers winked at Bucky “You seem surprised?” He sat down across from Bucky.

“Well, yeah...I’m waiting for a friend. I didn’t think this neck of the town would be your thing anymore”

Steve shrugged a little “I’m surprised you never put two and two together.”

Bucky paused for a moment “Your S?” He was in disbelief “you can’t be S.” he was lost for words “How?”

Steve smirked “You see Buckaroo, you weren’t taking my hints before and I thought I’d try something different. Though I’m surprised you even know what a dating app is”

Bucky blushed a little “Me? What about you? Did Stark finally teach you how to finally use a phone?”

The two males laughed.

Bucky was no longer nervous to find out who S was, but he felt stupid that he hadn’t realised it was his childhood friend.

#stucky #mywriting #4th october 2020 #steve rogers x bucky barnes

8 notes · View notes

joyful-soul-collector · 5 years ago

Text

Trick or Treat

@van-lukas asked: Hey, for your celebration! Pearl Thief characters + trick or treating

Thank you for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it!!

300 Follower Celebration!

“Tay look! It has a tail just like mine!” Loch squealed, spinning round and round, trying to get a good look at the tail of his shark onesie costume. Tatum and Art laughed, and Art leaned down to straighten the hood.

“I can see that,” Tatum said as Art stood upright again. “Teeth like you too.”

Loch frowned and stuck a little finger in his mouth, feeling the sharpness of his teeth.

“My tee’ ah’ no’ shar’!” Loch said, the finger still in his mouth. He took it out again with a small pop then bared his little teeth, standing on tiptoe and throwing his head back so that Tatum could see. He had to hold one hand on his hood so it didn’t fall off while the other gripped Tatum’s leg, keeping him steady as he wobbled on his toes. “See? Not sharp!” he said, his teeth still clenched together.

“Oh yes, my mistake,” Tatum said warmly, ruffling Loch’s hair as he thumped back onto his heels, and began to examine his jack-o-lantern trick-or-treating bucket. The warmth immediately evaporated as Tatum fixed Art with a glare.

“My brother is dressed like a fish,” he said bluntly. “Why.”

Art glanced up from the tunic of his costume he was adjusting, then rolled his eyes at the look on Tatum’s face.

“I told you, it’s Halloween and we’re going trick-or-treating. Seven just about had a stroke when they found out you two had never been trick-or-treating before, and insisted we all go together this year,” Art said, securing his crown a little more firmly on his head.

“Yeah, I know all that, but why is Loch a fish,” Tatum said. “And why do I have this weird cape thing on?”

“Cuz that’s what you do on Halloween, you dress up,” Art said.

“Yeah but why,” Tatum said, dragging out the last word in frustration. Art laughed and grabbed the small tube of fake blood off the picnic table.

“For fun, Tatum,” he said, walking over to where Tatum stood. “I’m sure there’s some historical reason for dressing up on Halloween but really it’s just for fun. Now stay still, no vampire costume is complete without the fake blood.”

“I don’t even know what a vampire is,” Tatum grumbled, but he obeyed Art’s request and kept still while the sticky red paste was applied to the sides of his chin.

“They’re these creatures that suck people’s blood. There’s lots of movies and books and stuff about them, they’re pretty cool,” Art said, capping the tube and using his finger to smear the blood into shape. Tatum spoke when Art took a moment to wipe his finger on a napkin.

“Why the hell would people like something like that?” Tatum said, one eyebrow cocked skeptically. Art shrugged.

“There’s just a lot of stories and interpretations I guess,” Art said, turning back to the picnic table and putting the tube back in in his bag before starting to rummage around for a comb. “And a lot of people think of them as some sort of sexy, magical, forbidden love type thing, especially after the Twilight books came out--” Art cut off with a small gasp as he felt warm hands on his waist and Tatum’s breath against his ear.

“Sexy, magical, forbidden love, huh?” he said in a low, slightly amused voice. “Sounds fun.”

Art snorted and twisted around to face him.

“Yeah I’m not kissing you until we wash that fake blood off,” Art said, and Tatum made a mock-offended look.

“Well had I known I wouldn’t be allowed to kiss you then I wouldn’t have let you make me a campfire,” Tatum said, releasing Art’s hips and frowning at him.

“Vampire,” Art corrected.

“That’s what I said.”

“No it’s not!” Loch piped up, finally taking his gaze off of his trick-or-treat bucket. Tatum and Art both stared at him for a moment, then looked back at each other.

“I did not realize he was still listening,” Tatum said quietly. Art burst into laughter, and Loch giggled along happily, even though he couldn’t have had any idea why Art was laughing.

“You three better not be havin’ fun without me!” said a loud voice coming from the parking lot. Art turned and saw Seven making their way down the ramps to the beach on their crutches. They were wearing the costume Art had rented for them: blue robes with white stars and a matching pointy hat, though they weren’t wearing the fake beard that had come with the costume, and had instead gone for tying their white hair in a ponytail under their chin.

Of course, Art thought, smiling as Seven hobbled closer.

“Hey Sev!” Art said.

“Seven!” Loch squealed, running as fast as his little legs could carry him and colliding with Seven’s legs before anyone could stop him. Seven stumbled but quickly righted themself, laughing at the obvious delight on Loch’s face.

“Hey there squirt! You excited?” Seven said, staring fondly down at the ball of glee by their legs.

“Yes! Yes yes yes!” Loch said, releasing Seven and bouncing on his toes happily.

“One excited little shark, check,” Seven said. Then they looked up at Tatum, smirking at his resting frown. “One angsty vampire, check.”

Tatum scoffed but couldn’t hide a small smile, and he nodded at Seven’s costume.

“What are you supposed to be?” he said.

“Art didn’t tell you?” they said, and they lifted one of their arms, still holding the crutch, and swung it around Art’s shoulders, leaning into him heavily. “We’re King Arthur and Merlin!”

Art didn’t see any sort of understanding enter Tatum’s expression, but he did raise his eyebrows at Art in amusement.

“Your name is Arthur, so you dress up like someone named King Arthur,” Tatum said.

“Oh shush, I’ve been dressing up like King Arthur every year since I was five, before I even changed my name to Arthur,” Art said.

“Does that mean you named yourself after King Arthur?”

“…No--”

“You hesitated,” Seven said.

“N-No, I didn’t!”

“No you didn’t hesitate or no you didn’t name yourself after King Arthur?” Tatum said.

“Both!”

“Uh-huh,” Seven said sarcastically, ignoring Art’s glare, and turning their attention to Loch again, who was gazing at Seven’s trick-or-treating bucket. Art noticed Loch’s nose twitching slightly as he gazed at the bucket, and he started to chew on his lip. Tatum and Art glanced at each other, but Seven was completely oblivious.

“We have matching buckets, don’t we squirt?” Seven said with a smile.

“I’m hungry,” Loch answered, not seeming to have heard what Seven said at all. Seven’s grin softened, and they chuckled sympathetically.

“Well it’s a good thing I brought us some sandwiches then,” they said, reaching into their bucket and pulling out four saran-wrapped sandwiches. Loch squealed happily as Seven tossed one to him. “They were giving them out at work so I brought some for you guys! I figured trick-or-treating would be more fun with some food in our bellies.”

But when Seven finally held one out to Art, he felt his heart start to pound.

“Oh, no it’s okay, you have that,” Art said, feeling guilt settle in his chest at the thought of taking something he didn’t need. But his words made Seven, Tatum, and even Loch look up and frown at him.

“It’s free food!” Seven and Tatum exclaimed at the same time. Art jumped at the sudden anger in their voices, and instantly started to wring his hands nervously.

“It-It’s a gift, Art,” Seven said, holding the sandwich out to him again. “I got it for you to eat. Please?”

“O-Oh… Right, yeah, of course. I’m sorry,” Art said quietly, taking the food and starting to unwrap it.

“It’s alright,” Seven said with a warm smile. Art took a bite.

“Thank you,” he said, and Seven nodded as they took a bite of their own sandwich. They all ate in silence for a moment, and Art tried his best not to mind the cardboard-like taste of the bread, knowing the other three probably didn’t notice nor care.

~~~

Apparently, Art hadn’t explained what trick-or-treating was very well, because when the first handful of candy was dropped into Tatum and Loch’s buckets, they looked back at Art with such surprise that he wasn’t sure if they ever actually knew what was supposed to happen after they said the words “trick or treat”.

“You mean they just… drop food into your bucket for free?” Tatum said to Art as they all walked down to the next house.

“Well you have to say ‘trick or treat’ first.”

“And they just… they just give it to you?” Tatum reiterated. The tone of his voice made Art look up. Tatum was looking down into his bucket with the most confused and oddly anguished face Art had ever seen on him. He looked ahead to make sure Seven and Loch weren’t paying attention, then put a hand on Tatum’s shoulder, stopping at the driveway of the next house.

“Tatum? Are you alright?”

“I… I uh…” he said, still staring at the candy. Then he looked up and said in a quiet voice, “I-I don’t understand. Why are they just giving it away? Don’t they need it?”

“Well… no. They don’t. They got it so they could give it to other people, the candy is supposed to be given to you,” Art said gently.

“That doesn’t make sense. I don’t catch fish just to give it to a stranger who asks for it. This is… I don’t…” Tatum looked back down at his bucket again, not looking any happier than he did before. Art sighed and put his hand on Tatum’s arm.

“Look, I know it doesn’t make sense to you right now, but let’s try and ignore that feeling for now. Let’s just have fun,” Art said. When Tatum still didn’t look up, art sighed and wracked his brain for ideas.

“Just… just pretend it’s like when Seven gave us sandwiches,” Art said. Tatum looked up with a frown.

“That’s not the same, Seven got those just for us, they’re not just giving out food like it doesn’t mean anything--”

“I know, I know, just pretend. If that’ll help you have a good time and feel less bad and confused, just pretend for now. We can sort it all out later, but I want you and Loch to have a fun time tonight, and you’re not going to have fun if you keep thinking about it like this,” Art said, and he straightened Tatum’s cape just for something to do. “Just… try not to think about it okay?”

“…Alright,” Tatum said with a sigh. “But I’m having a full-on existential crisis when we get back to the docks ok?”

Art laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek, to which Tatum clearly couldn’t help but grin at.

“Okay. Let’s go, Seven and Loch are waiting for us,” Art said, nodding to where Seven and Loch were by the door, patiently waiting for them before they rang the doorbell. Well, Seven was patient, Loch was bouncing from one foot to the other, clearly doing his best not to just push the doorbell without them. Tatum laughed at his little brother and they hurried to catch up with them.

They trick-or-treated for the next couple hours before Loch began to whine that his legs were starting to hurt. At first Art thought Tatum would just put Loch on his hip and they’d keep going, but Tatum sided with his little brother, saying they should go back to the docks. It was only then that Art realized Tatum had been rubbing at his upper thighs for the past few minutes, a slight grimace on his face. It seems the three hours of time they had on land was coming to a close.

Art drove Seven to the shelter as it was closest, then quickly to the beach, where Tatum and Loch shed their costumes and jumped into the water. Loch immediately jumped back out again, eager to eat his candy, but Tatum stayed, helping sort and eat the pile of candy from his position in the water at the end of the dock. Though he did make a point to push himself up and give Art a kiss on the cheek since the fake blood had now been washed away.

Loch discovered his favorite candy was Jolly Ranchers, specifically the green ones, while Tatum’s favorite turned out to be plain Hershey chocolate. They both gave Art any Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups they found since it was his favorite and neither of them could stand the taste of peanuts.

They stayed up until Loch’s head was starting to droop with exhaustion, clearly crashing from his sugar high.

“You ready to sleep baby?” Tatum said, picking up Loch under the arms and bringing him into the water.

“‘M no’ tired,” Loch mumbled.

“Oh I know, but I am. So would you come go to sleep with me?” Tatum said with a smirk at Art. Loch seemed to take a moment to think before letting his head drop onto Tatum’s shoulder.

“Mmkay,” he said, curling up closer to Tatum’s chest and closing his eyes. “‘M all full of candy,” he said.

“Haha, I know. I can’t believe you didn’t give yourself a tummy ache,” Tatum said, ruffling Loch’s hair. Art smiled at the two of them, and Tatum bobbed up to give him a kiss goodnight before disappearing below the surface.

Art took a moment to gaze at the reflection of the full moon over the water, admiring the silver ripples dancing over the ocean, before heading home.

Pearl Thief Taglist: @emerald-roses @van-lukas @commasinsidequotes @pen-in-hand @wangmangagavroche @thescholarsninja @oneleggedflamingo @bitchqueen1114 @bogsheep @writingiswilde @brekkerzkazz @flyingfalconflower12 @sunnybunnywrites @raspberrylimerichie @idonthaveartideas @topazastral @sunlight-and-starskies @quirky-squid @words-in-the-works @precise-magic @kos-ire @apocalyvse @panic-at-my-sexuality @aspectacularblog @time-space-and-the-muses @h-faith-marr-writeblr @captainrynna @kozyisa-tries-to-write @peachiekittenwrites @adaparkwrites

Let me know if you would like to be added/removed!

25 notes · View notes

niall-is-my-dream · 5 years ago

Text

Power Over Me - Part Two

Thanks to @heart-attack-harry and @lizziespidiepridie for your help.

Catch up on part one below

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/188083232033/power-over-me

"I wanna be king in your story I wanna know who you are I want your heart to beat for me Oh I"

3k words

Your eyes were struggling to open up this morning. Puffy from crying like a loser last night over a guy who is clearly an arsehole. Reliving the whole thing in your head had you pulling the covers up and hiding beneath them, wanting to hide away for the rest of your Sunday.

But you knew you shouldn't.

Dragging yourself from your bed you managed to navigate your way to the bathroom, running the tap and splashing your face with warm water. Patting your face dry, you looked in the mirror above the sink and saw your face.

You looked a right state.

You needed paracetamol, a coffee and a two week vacation somewhere hot.

Preferably by yourself where you could wallow in your own self pity.

Sadly you'd have to make do with your sofa.

After making yourself a coffee and some toast you sat your bum on the sofa, turning on the tv and browsing the channels, you found some housey type programme. You know the ones where they want the cafe culture life in London but on a shoestring budget, then complain it's a two bed flat rather than a 3 bed house they'd dreamed off.

Well those twats can fuck off you thought as you switched the channels to an old episode of Friends. The One With The Prom Video, great. Basically the one where after years of lusting over Rachel, Ross finally wins her over by his sweet antics from when they were teenagers.

A nice happy ending.

Well that can fuck off to.

You turned it off in the end, choosing to sit in silence and eat.

Your phone was on the coffee table with your bag and keys, exactly where you had left it last night when you'd got in. It had been ringing constantly on your journey home and the taxi driver had even commented about you not answering it.

After a quick text to Deo as promised to tell him you were home safe, you'd turned it off and left it.

Now it was slowly torturing you.

A sucker for punishment, you moved to turn it on. The screen lit up and showed you how many missed calls, texts and voice messages you had.

A reply from Deo telling you to sleep well and to text him if you wanted to talk.

You didn't.

A couple from your friends who you'd been out with, asking you what was going on and that they hoped you were safely home.

And 23 messages from Niall.

13 missed calls.

And 5 voice messages.

You didn't bother to read them and you hastily deleted them all without reading them. Same with the voice messages. Delete.

You didn't feel any better after doing it, the coffee and toast slathered in butter hadn't even helped how you were feeling. It wasn't a hangover or troubled night sleep that was causing you pain.

It was your heart.

You were shamefully heartbroken at what had happened. Shameful because you had vowed since Lewis Burns broke up with you in Year Ten that you would never ever let a guy hurt you like that again. Granted you had been 15 at the time but it was a value that ten years later you still tried to follow.

Your heart felt heavy and it both scared you and annoyed you.

You just need some time to cool off and get over him.

Letting out a huge sigh you gathered up your plate and mug and took them to the kitchen. Opening up Spotify, you put some tunes on and started tidying up your flat. Washing up, making your bed, putting a load of washing in, it was all a distraction. A much needed one and it was working. When it was all done you grabbed your book and headed for a bath.

Throughout your day your phone beeped with messages, when you saw Niall's name you just deleted them. But as the afternoon went on, you opened up his contact and blocked him. Tears had followed and you ended up going to bed at 9pm. Your Sunday had turned out to be a quiet and lonely one, but something that was very much needed.

Turning off your alarm the next day, you couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. But you had a meeting at 9am and another at 11am, and you had some prep to do.

The mornings routine was basically just going through the motions. You still felt like absolute shite, the heavy feeling in your heart hadn't even remotely subsided. After taking a hot shower you dressed and ate a quick breakfast, not even bothering to put the radio on like you normally did. Good luck to anyone who came in contact with you today.

The tube as usual was busy and you were squashed in amongst all the other commuters. By the time you'd arrived at your station your mood was getting worse. It hit its peak when you walked into your building and saw bimbo bambi on the front desk. She had a stupid smirk on her face that was definitely aimed at you as you walked past her.

Luckily she had been on the phone and hadn't been able to speak to you. You were in no mood to be dealing with her high pitched squeaky voice this morning. How in the hell she had got the job as receptionist at the Recruitment Agency you worked at you will never know. You got the impression she couldn't even spell her own name. Which was Nina by the way. Bimbo bambi was just a nasty, horrible nickname that you and Annie from the second floor had come up with. Bullying wasn't something you condoned, but she didn't know that was her nickname and so she couldn't be offended if she didn't even know it. You were always polite to her and smiled nicely whenever she interacted with you. But she was definitely not a friend of yours and would never be one.

The reason behind her smirk became apparent when you saw the huge bouquet of flowers on your desk when you walked into your office.

Pausing in the doorway, you didn't want to go over to them. A few faces of your colleagues were smiling at you. Jack the office playboy was the first to speak, asking you who your new fella was. Choosing to ignore him, you walked to your desk dumping down your bag and looking at the arrangement.

The bouquet was beautiful, a mixture of light pink and cream flowers. A sealed note was attached to the cellophane wrap. Looking around as you opened it, a simple message was written.

Please can we talk x

Shoving the card in your bag, you didn't have time to even think about it now. You had a meeting with a company about helping them with recruitment in exactly 28 minutes. A large coffee was needed and you needed to gather all your prep together.

Dwelling on the card and over thinking about it would have to wait.

********

Your 9am meeting went well and you were back at your desk finishing the prep for the next one when your work phone rang. Seeing it was the reception office you let out a frustrated sigh before putting on your most polite voice.

"Hello?"

"Elizabeth, You have a visitor?" Nina said.

"Oh they're early." You replied looking at your watch and seeing 10:35am.

"No, it's not your next appointment."

Your heart sank.

Please no.

"You didn't tell me you were friends with Niall Horan?!" She whispered excitedly down the phone.

"Well it never came up in conversation." You replied quickly. "Please tell him I'm super busy and that I have a meeting at 11."

"Oh ok, will do." She replied, and you hung up before she could answer any further.

You were fuming, first the flowers then turning up at your work. Did he think that was the way to get you to listen? Well he was sadly mistaken.

Running your fingers across your temples you willed the anger to go away. You still had work to do. You'd managed to distract yourself this morning with the potential business that your meetings could secure. Letting him get into your head was not needed right now.

Breathing out a massive sigh, you looked up at your computer to continue answering some emails. That's when you saw him.

Strolling through your floor coming for your office, attracting the attention of every single person. His casual attire of dark jeans and blue t-shirt being the biggest factor.

Fuck he looked so good.

His face was unreadable, something that was strange to you considering you'd known him 6 years. You had always been able to read him.

But not today.

You stood up from your desk as he strolled into your office, closing the door firmly behind him.

"Niall...."

"Why haven't you answered my messages?" He asked you bluntly.

"Because I didn't want to." You replied in the same manner.

"You've not even read them, and the last ones I've tried to send you bounced back. Have you blocked me?!"

"Yes, and yet you still didn't get the hint." You said as you gestured towards the flowers.

"I just...... " He began but you cut him off.

"Look Niall, I can't do this right now. I have a meeting in 15 minutes to get ready for. To be honest I don't even want to have this conversation with you at all."

You were being rude now, desperate to save face. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it ached to reach over and touch him, but you held back when you remembered Saturday night. His cocky behaviour had infuriated you, but his lost looking face right now was making you feel guilty. But only for a split second before you remembered how hurt you were, how embarrassed and ashamed you'd felt.

Holding back the tears was becoming harder and you really needed him to leave before he saw how broken you were. The tough exterior you were trying to show him was crumbling.

"So, you don't even want to talk to me about what happened?" He asked you his voice calm.

"No."

This was a lie, well sort of. You did want answers from him but not now. You weren't ready.

He shook his head and started to look annoyed which infuriated you even more. He had no right coming into your office, surely the ignoring his calls and messages was enough of a hint for him, but apparently not.

You'd have to have a word with Nina in a subtle way to get her to actually listen to you when you need someone to go away.

"This isn't over." He said as he left.

"It never started." You replied.

**********

The second meeting had been ok, luckily it was a meeting with a client already on your books, because your mind had been elsewhere.

Niall strolling into your office was not something that you had even been remotely prepared for. Seeing him had effecting you far more than you had thought. It was a silly crush and you needed to get over it.

It would be easy, he travelled a lot and he had a lot of friends. You were sure you could dodge seeing him, you'd probably lay low for a few weeks and avoid the dreaded conversation with your mutual friends.

Willie's voice asking Niall what the hell he had done to you, was still stuck in your head, he had messaged you today asking if you were ok. Willie had taken on the big brother role in the group and as one of the youngest you had been happy to have him care and support you. Deo had sort of become the annoying brother, but he had shown his caring side to when he helped you in a taxi on Saturday night. Neither had pushed you to talk and you appreciated it.

As you had got into the office early that morning you decided to head off at 5. Your head was still pounding and after taking some painkillers you tidied away your desk and grabbed your bag.

Nina was sitting at her desk on reception when you went past.

"I'm heading off now Nina so if anyone calls they will need to leave a message." You informed her.

"Got dinner with a certain someone?!" She replied with a wink.

God she was annoying.

"Not that it's any of your business but no."

"Oh it's just he's been outside in his car for the last half an hour."

"What?"

"Niall Horan." She said continuing to smirk.

"Spreading gossip isn't tolerated here. And not following orders from me when I ask not to be disturbed while I'm prepping for an important meeting is also a problem."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, but Niall is my friend and he's incredibly private. Please don't start making something out of nothing." You replied, defending him. He might have pissed you off, but you couldn't help but be protective.

"I am really sorry, I wouldn't spread gossip I promise. And I'll follow your orders about visitors from now on." She replied looking absolutely petrified of you.

"Thankyou, I'll see you in the morning." You said.

She mumbled a nervous goodbye as you left the building. You spied his car out the corner of your eye, what was he thinking hanging around waiting for you?

Walking quickly in the opposite direction towards the tube station, you hoped he hadn't spotted you.

But of course he fucking had.

He called out your name, but you headed down the street winding in between the crowds. You knew he wouldn't follow you, wouldn't risk being seen chasing a woman down the street. In today's world, cameras were in your pockets and footage could be uploaded online for everyone to see in seconds.

He definitely wouldn't do that.

You reached the tube station, swiping your oyster card you made your way through the station to your platform, breathing a sigh of relief at having avoided him again.

The walk back from the station wasn't long and you called into little Tesco Express to get a microwave meal and a bottle of wine. You definitely couldn't be bothered to cook tonight. It when you were approaching your building that you saw his car in the car park.

Fuck.

You managed to avoid him and sneak around the back. There were two entrances to your block, accessing the way through the gate and the shared garden, you let yourself in hopeful that he hadn't seen you.

But it didn't matter, he hadn't been waiting in his car. He was waiting at your door.

Your heart sank.

After a rollercoaster day of emotions and a heavy workload you could cry just at the sight of him. You didn't have anymore fight in you to argue and you knew you'd crumble.

The sight of him leaning against your door, knocked the breath out of you. His face looking straight ahead, the sound of you walking up the steps caused him to turn.

His face once again had that annoyed look, and you couldn't believe the cheek of it. How dare he look annoyed after how he had behaved.

Walking up to your door, he didn't move. Your eyes met his and the annoyed look was gone, replaced by one that was pleading with you. He knew you'd ask him to leave and he would fight you until you agreed to hear him out.

Moving closer to him, you were just inches away as you raised your right hand above his shoulder and put your key in the lock.

"Please talk to me. Let me explain." He whispered.

Your body betrayed you as your eyes filled with tears.

Turning the key, you unlocked the door and moved sideways to get around him. He was right behind you, walking into your flat as you were taking the key out the lock. Strolling in like it was perfectly ok to do after everything that had happened.

Shutting the door, not acknowledging him you put your shopping bag on the side. Carefully taking out your meal and your wine. You could sense him at the doorway as you took off your coat and sorted out your bag.

"Are you going to let me explain?" He asked his voice calm and low.

"Doesn't look like I have any choice does it?!" You scoffed aware that he could probably hear the way you were choked up.

"Why are you being like this?" He asked you.

"Like what Niall? An arsehole? Not nice is it?" You replied allowing your face to be seen, no longer hiding behind your long hair.

His eyes widened when he saw your face and upon hearing your words.

"I'm sorry."

"Doesn't matter."

"It does matter. I'm not good at this."

"Good at what exactly?"

"Talking about this sort of stuff."

"Then why are you here, why have you been messaging me, coming to my office and waiting outside my work? I specifically told you I didn't want to talk to you. Did you not listen or are you just trying to humiliate me even more?"

Silence.

You couldn't even look at him, choosing to walk past him and out to the hall, hanging your coat up on the hook on the wall.

"I think you should go." You said, eyes brimming with tears. You knew he was right behind you and you couldn't bare to turn around and face him.

"Not until you've let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain, it was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. Done. Now you can go."

"Elizabeth."

"No, I can't deal with you right now. Please just go." You begged.

"I didn't mean to leave that night, I don't know why I left you to wake up alone."

You moved towards the door, opening it, unable to bare being near him. His scent was invading your senses and you couldn't take it anymore.

"Let me know when you figure out why you did." You said and he moved towards you.

Your eyes couldn't meet his as he looked at you before walking out the door.

Part Three

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/188384634468/power-over-me-part-three

#Niall #Niall Horan #Niall angst #Niall smut #Niall fan fic #Niall fan fiction #Emily writes

214 notes · View notes