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My thoughts on episode 5 of PJO: spoilers (less points but more info on those points because OMGS)
-Annabeth knowing Percy is still alive when even Grover HIS PROTECTER wasnât sure
-THE HUG! THE HUG! It wasnât some awkward oh we have to hug in this scene thing like Leah went for that hug. Gripping his shirt, closed eyes, relieved sigh and all
- The fates were so cool to see. It was funny seeing just three old ladies in the mix of all the other people
- Percy being in shock the entire first part of the quest and now finally asking the important questions and feeling a tad overwhelmed. Such a realistic, delayed reaction to everything to has happened
- Ares. Not what I imagined, but bought into him eventually. It was a cool take on his character
- Not their heads popping up from behind that cement thing like whack-a-moles. Especially Annabeth
- Persassy and Sassabeth were not having it with Aresâ shit. Sassabeth came out of the gate swinging
- Grover staying behind????
- Oh my gods my percabeth heart was filled to the brim. I was on the edge of my seat for their every line to each other. I was INVESTED
- Annabeth hasnât seen a single movie?? But why does that fit her character so well??? Post credit scene of episode 8 her and Percy movie date please?????
- WHAT IS LOVE BABY DONT HURT ME
- Not Percy using his powers for the FIRST TIME to save Annabethâs life
- My girl is slaying with her braids and her tears. Love it
- âYouâre better that this than me. You know it.â
- SHE. FUCKING. SAID. THE. THING. Where were you when Annabeth said Seaweed Brain for the first time? I was on my couch, crying and screaming and audibly gasping. Almost choked on my own spit (yes that information was necessary)
- He sacrificed himself for her again
- âIâm not leaving the Underworld without your momâ âI was gonna say come free me after the questâ Forgot the exact quotes but omg they know each other so well already
- Annabeth has come so far already. She sees the twisted, manipulative ways of the gods and unseats of accepting it and continuing it and ignoring it, she actively tries to put an end to it. Her friend isnât âthat way.â She is wise enough to know that she once was that way but wants to change. She is the best character not because she is perfect, but because she sees, acknowledges, and accepts her flaws and actively seeks to better herself. Every award to Leah im serious
- âThanks for the emotional abuse and cheeseburgersâ me to my parents đŤŁ
Thereâs so much more I want to expand on and point out and talk about but im probably just gonna make separate mini posts. Guys this episode was EVERYTHING
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â´ď¸ FROM THE START.
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âiâm home!â you shout into the space of the hall of the front door.
taking your shoes off, a heavy sigh coming from deep in your chest echoes in the empty house. of course, your brother is not home yet when he was the one asking you to come home as soon as possible. you should have listened to your guts and hung up right in his face, he doesnât deserve your patience.
you sigh again as you head to your kitchen. the thought that you may have spoken too soon builds itself in your head when you hear someone moving inside of the room you were aiming for. you already get your annoyed tone and face ready before even seeing your brother.
âwhatâs wrong with you?â you start, stepping inside the kitchen and seeing a manâs back facing you. âi was on a dââ
cutting yourself off, your breath gets stuck in your throat when the person in front of you finally shows their face. you should have guessed it was not your brother by the height of the man in front of you. the latter seems as surprised as you are because he cuts himself too.
âdude, iâm going to leave ifââ your brotherâs best friendâs eyes meet yours. he holds a bowl of chips in his hands, comfortably, as if he belonged in this house. âoh.â he says before breathing out your name in a tone that makes your stomach close on itself. well, at least it feels like it.
it gets worse when his eyes drag on your whole form. meticulously eyeing every inch of your body as if he was scared it would disappear if he looked away for a split second. there is a smirk, that you know all too well, tugging on his lips as he goes on. his eyebrows shot up when he reaches your feet, then he goes back to locking eyes with you.
water. you need water.
you walk to the opposite side of where he stands, thanking god the water is right there, before he can notice the obvious blush on your face.
while you pour water in a glass you took from the cupboard hurriedly the silence between the two of you wraps around your neck and threatens to choke you. you hear the man shift behind youâ his presence gets closer and closer to your circle of warmth. you shove the water down your throat.
âyou look so fine,â he says and you choke.
putting the glass down you cough with a hand on your chest. you swear, if you die because of this idiot you will haunt him for the rest of his life. a punch almost lands on his nose when he puts his hand on your lower back, softly asking, âare you okay?â but you like that. his touch.
when you finally catch your breath, you sigh for the ninth time before turning your attention to him. the proximity between the two of you hits you in the guts, your hand puts itself on his peck, âjungwon.â
he holds his hands up in surrender. you push him slightly establishing a safe distance between him and you. the last time he was this close, it didnât go very well.
leaning yourself on the counter behind you. you try to avoid jungwonâs stare but no matter how hard, your eyes wonât listen to your brain. âi-is riki not home?â
the man in front of you catches your stutter and he smiles, putting the bowl of chips on the plateforme in front of him. âno, he left a while ago and told me to wait.â he shrugs and embarrassment grows in your belly. âi was about to leaveââ
you groan, leaning your head back in pure despair (jungwon has to stop himself from kissing your exposed neck), âgod, what a moron,â
of course, out of all the possibilities on earth, you had to have a stubborn idiot as your brother. he thinks he can control peopleâs feelings and actions, as if he was some sort of cupid. thankfully, he is not. you donât know what kind of couples you would see in the streets if so.
you want to tell him that you are not talking about him but maybe a little part of you is.
jungwon gives you a confused look, âyou can leave if youâd like,â you hug yourself, suddenly feeling beyond shy and too much seen. âriki wonât come back.â
his eyes grow wide in realization before he chuckles softly, âlet me finish,â he tells you. âi wanted to leave but not anymore.â
oh.
oh.
his words sink right inside your chest. your veins take them in, they melt inside your blood, his voice resonates in your ribcage, you can feel the weight of his strawberries scented words all over your bodyâ the room keeps getting warmer. there is no way you can hide that flush anymore.
thankfully, jungwon clears his throat and speaks up. alas, you got relieved too soon. âwere you on a date?â
you almost choke again. this just keeps getting worse and worse. your hand moves from your shoulder to your elbow, your chest rise as you let out a heavy sigh, âuh, yeah,â
jungwon stays silent for a long while and as he licks his lips, you cannot help but reckon the feeling of his hot mouth on yours. what a goodbye kiss it was. you dreamed about it for over a year. even last night. even a few hours ago. everytime you close your eyes. his hands all over you, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth, his body pressed against yours.
he interrupts your daydreaming when he talks again, âdid riki made you end it?â he asks, worried. âyou can go back if youâd like!â (you would find it funny how this flirt of a man can turn into a total stuttering mess in the space of three seconds if you werenât as pathetic.) âi-i donât want toââ
his tone gets more nervous as he goes on, begging for you to stop him before he gets out of breath and pass out, ânoâno!â you exclaim awkwardly, your hands moves frenetically in front of his face to shut him up he finally stops and you laugh nervously, âit was boring anyway.â
you watch jungwonâs broad shoulders fall down after you talk. he nods softly, a blush appears on his face and you guess it is because he noticed that he panicked over nothing. he looks down, fidgeting with his fingers as you scratch the back of your ear.
you want to disappear into the ground.
he speaks again, âi-i know a place,â he doesnât seem so confident anymore, you have to hold back a laugh. his gaze meets yours and he smiles, âwe can, uh, go have dinner if youâd like,â
you think for a moment. after pressing your lips together you open your mouth, âi already had dinner,â there is a sense of satisfaction when junwgwonâs has the decency to look sheepish. you want him to feel the way you felt last time. you push it, âwith my date.â
he nods, biting his lips. you stare at each other for a while. and although you resent him a bit, you canât hold grudge forever. he left, but you are at fault tooâ you ignored him everytime he tried to reach out.
here he is now, trying and being better. this, if you stop messing around and let him.
âhe is my age and he still sounded like he was thirteen,â you add after letting jungwon marinate in rejection. âmaybe i would like to go with someone else,â you can feel yourself blushing down to your feet, âtomorrow.â
enthusiasm washes over his face and his smile becomes more teasing, more flirty. he eyes looks down, âiâm an older guy with brain and rythme,â he looks up, his irises look straight through yours, your heart explodes in your chest. âisnât that better?â
you only huff, getting your lower back off the furniture behind you. you turn around, hiding your nervousness, takinf the glass of water that almost killed you in your hands, tapping on it, looking for something to say. jungwon is silent, moving to stand beside you. he opts for the pose you had earlier; leaning on the kitchenâs counter with his arms crossed.
his look seems weirdly satisfied, you look up at him with your eyes narrowed, âyou know riki planned all this,â your brotherâs best friend smiles wider, âright?â
âwhy do you think i stayed that long at first?â he questions back, bumping his shoulder in yours. maybe your brother isnât that bad at playing cupid.
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this is more of a prolonged thought than a cohesive fic but I hope you enjoy
baby daddy deku?
18+ MDNI
god ⌠imagine it being some random hook up ? a friend of minaâs that showed up at one of her pool parties.
and you looked so pretty in that sundressâ all soft and smooth. thin fabric nestled perfectly against your curves. and fuck when he watched you pull it off, revealing the tiniest little bikini⌠he knew it was a wrap.
deku fucked you hard that afternoon. minaâs bathroomâ butt naked with the lights on.
he had you bent over the counter with one hand covering your mouth and the other gripping your wrists behind your back. thick cock pounded your poor cunny that was already swollen and puffy from his extremely thorough prep.
deku was so whiny in your pussy. begging you to âtake that dick, pleaseâ and praising you for âsqueezinâ (him) so perfectâ.
each thrust was like having the wind knocked out of your lungs. it felt like he was nestled in your rib cage. all you could do is scream and cream on his cock while he wrecked you.
and that was that.
he filled your little pussy then licked you clean . a particularly nasty kiss was exchange fill with cum , spit and your own arousal.
the two of you exchanged numbers but of course he didnât call. you didnât expect him too. heâs a busy guy. a rising pro hero with a growing agency. you had no intention of making this situation more than what it was, that is until you realized your period was late.
now you had no intention of telling him. you didnât want to tell anyone. you locked yourself in your apartment to embarrassed to venture. you probably wouldâve gave birth in there had it not been for mina beating your door down to make sure that you were still alive.
she scolded you for trying to do this alone. reassuring that she would be there for you regardless. encouraging you to be brave in your new journey. and getting really excited to be an aunt.
she even helped tell deku when you were readyâ which was about the beginning of the second trimester. she marched the two of you right past his secretary and into his office.
he was a bit startled at the sudden intrusion.
âashidoâ ohâ
seeing you was a surprise. he wanted to contact you after the ⌠fling but time got away from him. if he wasnât doing hero work , he was making appearances. if he wasnât making appearances, he was sleeping. surely, you wouldnât hold it against him ?
but then he noticed you cradling your stomach that looked slightly rounder than the last time he saw you.
his brain short circuited but only for a second. after a few deep breaths and a sip of water then heâs at your feet profusely apologizing and promising to be there every step of the way in some way shape or form.
deku makes good on that promise. he will never let you go to an appointment alone. if he canât be there personally heâll enlist the help of mina, and kacchan on occasion. the appointments with bakugo are always pretty fun because he tried to censor his speech for the baby.
âi donât need that daaarn nerd on my case if his brat comes out cursing !â
deku gets so excited and invested in this baby that itâs bleeding in every aspect of his life. literally lost it when he found out that heâd be having a baby girl. he has to catch himself during interviews to keep himself from spilling too much tea about the âbrand new girlâ in his life.
things are great with you too ! it was easy for him to develop a friendship with you. heck youâre the mother of his child and youâve already touched privates so is awkward small talk really necessary?
heâs rock solid. a shoulder you can cry on when things get to tough. deku will always be there to help you carry the burden. he spend the majority of the final trimester in your apartment helping out wherever he could.
and when the baby finally cameâ ahh! cue the water works. between him and his mother, they nearly had to evacuate the maternity ward for fear of flooding. he couldnât help it. every time he looked at that little bundle he couldnât help but be in awe and then heâd look at you and feel even more love because youâre the one that gave it to him.
six month in your baby girl is sitting up and babbling. rolling in her crib wearing an all might onesie and dynamight booties. sheâs your twinâ save for the curly green space buns and sparkling emerald eyes. easily the cutest baby in the world.
deku just wants to hold her all day. all of his spare time is spent with her. heâs barely even using his apartment at this point only going once a week to get more clothes. most of the time heâll crash out on the floor next to the babyâs crib or on the couch with her on his tummy.
heâs just so comfortable here. a little too comfortable some might suggest.
he canât help but bristle at the inquiries about your relationship. eye twitching when kaminari jokes about you being back on the market.
he has no reason to be upset. youâre a beautiful woman and of course thereâs the potential for interested suitors but it just doesnât sit right with him. it nags on him all day. well past the end of his shift. well past when his daughter has fallen asleep. well past when youâve handed him his blanket and said goodnight.
he just canât shake the sick feeling in his stomach whenever he thinks of you in another man��s arms.
so he goes to your door and allmight help him when he hears soft whimpers of his name.
âizuku~â
âright there, izuâ
âsâgood. so goodâ
and if thatâs not a sign then he doesnât know what is.
youâre embarrassed when he opens the door. cheeks hot and ears burning at his lewd gaze. he gives you no time to explain it awayâ kissing you passionately while tearing off the remainder of his clothes.
he doesnât fuck you hard like he did the first time. he fucks you slow. painfully slow. he wants to learn your body. he needs to feel you. and thereâs no need to rush. the two of you have all the time in the world.
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"Whump" | connor rk800 x reader | WIP BLURB
I don't post him all the time, but the connor brain rot is pretty bad lol I also really like whump and I saw this pin on pinterest and that's how this was born hehe. again, not really finished! abrupt ending but you can guess where it goes, established friendship, in my head the reader is a secretary at the DPD but it's not referenced. female reader, reader uses she/her pronouns.
disclaimer: this blurb is unedited and unfinished. just wanted to share some WIPs! Enjoy!
"Connor!"
You found his body slumped on the floor against the wall, his head hanging at an awkward angle.
There was blue blood⌠his blood everywhere. It was so bright against the blackness of the dirty floor that it almost seemed to glow.
"Oh my god--"
You ran to kneel at his side, nearly slipping on the thirium under your shoes. His legs were straight out like a broken doll's, you could see patches of his plating where his skin had retracted in the damage. Trying to manage your breathing, you gingerly cradled his head, lifting his face to meet your gaze. It was worse than you thought.
Retracted skin revealed massive damage to his white under-plating. Scratched and dented and caved-in. Blue blood was splattered across his face, it poured from his nose and over his lips to drip off his chin. It was immediately clear he wasn't conscious, with glazed over eyes and a slack jaw.
Whether he was in a sort-of standby or already dead you had no way of knowing.
You peeled open his jacket to reveal the center of his chest where thirium pooled the thickest in a gaping, mangled crater. Down to his lap and spilling over the dusty cement. You had no idea what his inner wiring was supposed to look like, but you knew it wasn't this.
"Fuck-- Connor?" You held his cheeks, your crying already starting up fresh once again. "Connor, can you hear me? I don't-- I don't know how to fix you! Connor?"
No signs. No light from his LED, no flickering of his irises, nothing.
You were sobbing in earnest now. Hiccupping and shaking and breathing in harsh, shuddering breaths. You grabbed your phone, trying not to scream when your realized your hands were covered in blue blood. Connor's blood. Your best friend's blood. It took you too long to use your phone, with multiple pauses to wipe your sticky hands on your jeans.
When it finally began to ring, you cradled it between your ear and shoulder. You weren't sure what your hands could do, so you started wiping the blood from Connor's face. Away from his eyes, off his cheeks.
"This is Markus."
"Markus! It's me, you gave me your number in case of emergencies-- It's Connor, he's-- Connor's hurt, he's not awake and there's blue blood e-everywhere and I don't know what to do, I don't even know if he's--"
"Wait, wait-- slow down, where are you?"
"I-I don't know! Some random abandoned building off ofâ fuckâ Riverbank Drive? Connor's been missing all day since he picked up this case by himself and I retraced his steps and I-- fuck, Markus-- I don't even know if he's alive!"
"I need you to tell me his condition so I can get some biocomponents for him-- can you tell anything from what you see?"
You balled the fabric of his jacket in your fist. You swallowed hard, "His chest looks really bad-- itâs all m-mangled and, and empty? He⌠He's lost a lot of bloodâ God, Markus, tell me he's not dead."
"I'm on my way with some help, alright? Send me your location and stay with him. If he wakes up, keep him still until we can get there, you got it?"
You sobbed again and nodded, covering your face with a blood-drenched hand. "I'll be here, I promise."
After Markus hung up and you sent him your location, he assured you he was coming as fast as he could.
You kneeled there, clutching the material of Connor's sleeves and crying. You were so useless. For all you knew, Connor was already dead, and you were here, holding his empty body. Androids were more resilient than humans, sure, but all living things had a limit. You'd never stopped to consider Connor was anything other than indestructible.
You heard Markus' footsteps echo through the empty structure some minutes later. You had managed to reel back your hysterical sobbing down to silent tears with some measured breathing but your resolve was⌠precarious.
"Markus! Over here!â
You didn't see him until he rounded the corner, Simon in step behind him.
"Jesus Connor--" He hissed as he ran to join you at his side. He had a case with him, which Simon got to work opening. Parts and tools, packs of blue blood.
"What happened?" Markus asked you as his eyes flickered over Connor's form, no doubt scanning his injuries.
You shook your head, trying to ignore the tears streaking down your cheeks and the blood on your hands, legs, face. You couldn't take your eyes off of Connor. "I don't know."
"Someone must've taken him by surprise--" Simon began, beginning to dig through his supplies. "Could've been some kind of electrical signal, got the jump on his hardware, lagged him out before the fight even started."
"Is he gonna' be okay?" You asked, now just holding onto the edge of Connor's jacket sleeve while Markus and Simon got to work.
"I don't know. Could depend on how long he was shut down."
Markus' hand reached deep into the cavern at the center of Connor's torso. He pulled out what must've been a biocomponent, mangled beyond your recognition. He passed it to Simon, before grabbing what you hoped was a new one from the case.
He swapped out a few pieces like that, all unrecognizable to your untrained eyes. Until finally Simon was holding one you knew. You'd forgotten it's name, but it belonged in the center of Connor's torso and regulated his heartbeat. That's how Connor had explained it anyway.
Before he situated the final part inside his chest, Markus spent some time repairing Connor's plating and wiring. Adjusting placements, bending pieces back into place, sometimes welding seams just enough to function. You stayed quiet, staring blankly at Connor's limp hand resting on the floor next to yours.
Useless.
You were utterly useless.
You started when Markus kur-chunk-ed the regulator into place in the center of Connor's chest, his hands angling back and forth to ensure the connection.
The faint sound of machinery blossomed out from his center. Quiet humming and whirring, like a computer booting up.
His face was mostly angled toward you but you couldn't see his LED. Markus and Simon were still at work. Connor's eyes still looked glazed over and empty.
You eyes caught on some movement toward the cement. His fingers twitching.
"He's awake," said Simon suddenly. "Keep him calm."
You looked back to his face, and while he still had that unfocused expression, there was something in his eyes. A clue that he could see you. Well, maybe sort of see you.
"Connor?" You tried softly. Your throat was tight with the promise of more tears. That familiar tingling in your nose, the watering of your eyes. "It's me, I'm here with Markus and Simon. You⌠You're safe."
"WhatâŚ" His voice came out staticky and metallic. Like it was passing through an old radio. He blinked, slow. "What happenedâŚ?"
You swept a hair away from his brow. You hoped in his state he couldn't feel your trembling. As scared as you were, you didn't want to frighten him any further. His head turned just that little bit more towards you. His LED was a dim crimson.
"You got hurt. But you're gonna be fine. We're gonna take care of you."
His eyes fluttered, and he was that little bit clearer.
"You found me?"
You wanted to say 'barely', wanted to say 'by sheer dumb luck', wanted to say 'I almost didn't. I almost killed you'.
"Always."
"Alright, Connor, you're going to start to stabilize a bit,â said Markus finally as he seemed to finish up the last of what work he could do.
He slowly, slowly, turned his head to meet Markus' eye. Like a ghost.
"When you can stand, let us know. We need to get you back to Jericho for more repairs."
"Is he going to be okay?" You couldn't help asking again.
"Now that he's awake, as long as we get him to Jericho soon, he should be fine," Simon reassured. "You're going to be fine, Connor."
âSomeone attacked me⌠I didnât see their face⌠donât rememberâŚâ
âItâs okay,â you added gently. âTake it slow.â
âThey could still be here.â And his hand took yours in a staggering motion. Weak and slow and disjointed.
âWeâre here, Connor.â Markus put his hand on his arm. âWe wonât let anything happen to her.â
Even like this⌠Even with all this pain he was still worried about you.
âI can stand.â
You wanted him to take it slower, to not push himself too hard, but the sooner he got to Jericho the better.
You stumbled back, dropping his hand as Markus and Simon went to either side of him.
They slotted their arms under his and behind his back, helping him to his feet. He actually groaned a bit at the effort. It was a deep, staticky sound youâd never heard from him before.
You walked with them like that, trying not to start crying again. You went a few paces ahead of them to open doors and check around corners as the four of you made your way out.
Every time you glanced in Connorâs direction, he was already watching you with a clouded expression. The look was only made more intense by the smeared blue blood across his face and in his hair. You prayed youâd never see him this hurt again in your life.
âWhatâd you get yourself into now, my friend?â Markusâ voice carried a slightly teasing tone.
âBad day at the⌠office⌠what can I say?â
When you made it outside to the crisp Detroit air, a car was waiting. You practically jumped in, punching in the destination to Jericho while the two men helped Connor into the car as delicately as they could. You eased him in from your side, bracing him against you. Another strained sound fell from his lips. He was still bleeding, and his lap quickly started to pool with blue blood once again.
âFuck, ConnorâŚâ The whisper escaped you before you could stop it, your hand bracing against his dented plating where the thirium seeped from the seams.
âIâll be alright⌠please, just⌠stay closeâŚâ
You pressed your lips together to stop more tears from surfacing. âI will, I promise.â
In some weird way, youâd never felt so close to him before. The two of you were just friends obviously, maybe even best friends, but right now⌠You felt like he could ask you anythingâ anything in the worldâ and youâd do it.
You thought about helping him sit up straighter, but instead kept him held against you. And he leaned into the hold.
The ride to New Jericho couldnât go fast enough. It wasnât a boat anymore, so at least you didnât have to go as far as the docks. The now embassy-style building was closer to the heart of Detroit, and fully fitted with an android hospital, outreach programs, offices for the new android officials (the most prominent, of course, being Markus). A base of operations of sorts.
Youâd been once before with Connor, hence how you got Markusâ number. You would never be able to thank him enough.
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milk and honey
pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)
word count: 7.9k
Summary: âAre you sure about this, Steve?â Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.Â
âOkay, weâll give it a shotâ
or - alphaâs Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship.Â
Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where itâs just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+
a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne
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âHi! How can I help you?â A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steveâs ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin.Â
Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.
A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.
âUm, sir?â The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.
âS-Sorry, I, uhâŚâ Steve trails off, clearing his throat. âIâm looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought Iâd come in to see what you have.â
The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. âWell, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?â
Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. âYeah, thatâd â that would be great. And, um, I donât really know what Iâm looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?â
She nods again, her smile widening. âYeah! Here,â she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, âI have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.â
Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips â and for a moment he wonders if itâs flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.
He doesnât do that. Of course not. Heâs only just met her, yet thereâs already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.
Suddenly, though, heâs slamming into her, not having realized sheâd stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.
The Omega squeals and grasps Steveâs biceps to steady herself. But, even after theyâre both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. Itâs silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega heâs now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though sheâs trying to find her words.Â
And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.
âS-Sir?â
âSteve,â he says quickly. âUm, my name is Steve.â
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âMy name is Steve.â
Steve.
This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you canât help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. Heâs just so⌠manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. Thereâs also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.
It takes a moment, but youâre able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.
âUm, I-â You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that youâre at work.
âSo, uh, were you thinking of any⌠pencils you might want?â
Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.
âWhatever you think is best.â
And thatâs how Steve bought way more than you suspect heâll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.
âIâm hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.â
The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.
âYeah!â Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. âThat sounds fun.â
You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think youâd never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.
His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about âbad timing.â When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,
âSorry, guess I have to go now.â
You shake your head, âNo, itâs fine. Hereâs the flier.â
âOf course,â Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.
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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he canât use his hands.
âBabe? Whatâs with all the noise â what the fuck?â Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.
âOh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?â Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.
âSo,â Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. âWhatâs all this?â
âOhâŚâ Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. âWell, I went to the new art studio thatâs down the block.â
âYeah, I see that.â Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. âDid you buy out the whole store?â
Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. âNo, I didnât, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.â
âI do,â Bucky confirms with a nod. âBut I feel like youâre hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.â
Right then Steveâs heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steveâs nervous.
âWell, you see-â Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. âI was talking with the owner and she⌠God, Buck, I think she might be⌠weâve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what weâre looking for. Sheâs so sweet, so beautiful, just so⌠perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, itâs the sweetest thing Iâve ever smelt.â
For a minute Bucky doesnât say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steveâs words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, theyâve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just havenât seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steveâs eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.
âAre you sure about this, Stevie?â Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.
âOkay, weâll give it a shot.â
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Three days later itâs another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.
Due to the rain and cold, there werenât many people in the studio. In fact, itâs just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.
And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Youâve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you donât hear the bell ring above the door.
You also donât hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you canât help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.
âSorry, darling, I didnât mean to scare you,â Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.
Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you donât knock over your painting. The manâs hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.
It takes a moment to realize that youâre staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.
âN-no, itâs fine! I should have been paying attention,â You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the strangerâs smile lets you know that it didnât work.
You canât help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you canât stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isnât thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until youâre finally able to speak.
âHow can I help you?â
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âHow can I help you?â
Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. Heâs heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.
His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he canât help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these⌠intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person heâs ever felt this way with was Steve.
Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said youâd be perfect for them.
âIâm waiting for myâŚâ Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasnât single you probably wouldnât be open to his advances, and would probably think itâs weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas arenât exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.
âMy friend. And I havenât seen this studio before.â Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though youâre avoiding his gaze.
âIâm Bucky,â He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.
You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.
âItâs nice to meet you, Bucky,â youâre stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really canât stop himself from smiling.
âAnd itâs lovely to meet you, darling.â Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesnât have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that youâre, at the very least, open to his advances.
âS-so, um. Did you want to look around?â
Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. âThe main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class youâre hosting soon. I thought Iâd come in so you can meet your new student.â
âOh!â You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. âIâd love it if you could come! To be honest, Iâve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.â
âOh, donât do that. There are plenty of people whoâd love to come, your business is new so itâs going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, Iâll be sure to tell all of my friends.â While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.
âOh, gosh,â Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. âWell, thatâd be very kind of you.â
Bucky chuckles, nodding. âDonât worry about it, darling. Plus, itâll be nice to see you again.â
Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.
And just as youâre about to reply, Buckyâs phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.
âWell, Iâm sorry to do this, but I have to go now,â He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight youâd miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.
You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. âNo, itâs fine! Besides, Iâll see you at the class, right?â
âOh,â Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, âI wouldnât miss it.â
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âWho the fuck was that?â A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see itâs Tori looking exasperated.
âI have no idea,â Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing heâd come back in.
âWhy do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!â Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression.Â
âTheyâre bringing their friends to the art class, maybe youâll meet one too. BesidesâŚâ You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. âMaybe he wasnât even flirting? I mean, I havenât lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!â
You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.
âBabe, Steve was flirting with you too.â She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. âYou may be shy, but youâre not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.â
âOkay, letâs say they do like me⌠thereâs two of them and one of me. I donât know if Iâd be able to choose between them, especially since I donât even know them. I wouldnât want to lead one of them on.â Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.
Because, letâs be honest, youâre not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe thatâs how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them donât like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldnât embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.
But itâs fine, because maybe they wonât show up to the class, maybe theyâll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and youâve never really been one to take risks.
Maybe thatâs why part of you is hoping theyâre not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact youâre interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know sheâs planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.
âDonât worry about it! Iâll help.â With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.
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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Buckyâs hands settles on his mateâs waist while looking at the bag of food in Steveâs hand.
âYou get everything?â
Steve scoffs, moving Buckyâs hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mateâs heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. âYeah, I did. NowâŚâ Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.
âHow did it go?â
Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, heâs really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though heâs just met you, he knows youâll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.
âGod, StevieâŚâ Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. âI get it. I get what you were saying about her. Sheâs just - just the loveliest Omega Iâve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.â
Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that youâd be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.
âSo, how do you want to approach her about it?â Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.
âWell, she said that sheâs hosting an art class, we can go to that.â
âI donât know, babe,â Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. âDonât you think that would be a little⌠intense? Plus, itâs not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if sheâs uncomfortable with it?â
Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. âWell, weâll just talk to her one at a time then. Weâll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.â At Steveâs pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.
He knows Steve really wants this to work out. Heâs a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and itâs become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesnât give Steve everything he wants and needs.
âItâs going to be fine, Stevie.â Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other manâs lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.
âYou promise?â Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.
âI promise.â
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Ever since the day you met Bucky, heâs been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which youâre pretty sure heâs not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And itâs a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and youâll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.
Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.
And itâs confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.
Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether itâs by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to âsteady youâ should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, heâs gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how heâs fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that heâs mechanically and physically capable.
And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. Youâre in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You donât worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.
You hear her chipper âHi! How are you?â and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?
The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a âfriendâ. And then it hits you, itâs Bucky.
Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Toriâs out there.
And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, âSo, youâre Bucky, right?â
Before you have time to think youâre rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.
Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds âYeah, howâd you know?â
You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. âOh, Iâve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one youâve been flirting with, you know?â
You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Toriâs back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You canât miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.
âYeah? Iâve been flirting?â Bucky winks at you over Toriâs shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.
âMhm,â She says, crossing her arms over her chest. âYou know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -â Suddenly sheâs being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.
âOkay! Thatâs it, you have to study!â You snap, glancing up at Buckyâs amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. âAnd donât come out until youâre done with all three chapters!â
Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like youâre on fire, like thereâs no part of you that isnât burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you canât bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.
âHey,â He says softly, though still humorous. âItâs okay. She was right, you know?â
You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. âWhat do you mean?â
âI was flirting with you. Is that okay?â
Youâre no longer burning up, no. Youâre ice cold now. Itâs almost as if youâve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Buckyâs been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?
âOh.â Apparently, thatâs all you can decide on, though youâre snapped out of your haze upon seeing Buckyâs face fall slightly. âNo! Itâs - I mean, itâs o-okay, if you⌠you know, are.â Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.
âWell, Iâm glad.â Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.
âI canât stay long today, unfortunately. ButâŚâ Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. âI just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.â
âLike⌠like a - a date?â You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and youâre positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.
âWell, it doesnât have to be a date. Even though Iâd very much like it to be.â Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.
Now, youâre not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that youâve known him youâve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.
But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.
Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.
Heâs not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesnât mean he hasnât shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks youâre not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever youâre speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. Itâs all so⌠charming.
His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steveâs bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.
Interactions with him give you similar feelings when youâre with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, youâd hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell youâre developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.
And hours ago youâd given Steve a timid âyesâ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.
âOkay.â Despite your inner turmoil, Buckyâs bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves youâve been feeling.
âYeah?â Bucky asks, hopeful.
âYes, I-Iâd love to go on a⌠date. With you.â This time you canât stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.
âAwesome,â Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze youâve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. âI have to go now, but Iâll see you Saturday, yeah?â
âY-yeah! Of course,â Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?
At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you werenât having an out-of-body experience.
âOkay, darling.â
Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.
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Soft. Warm. Gentle.
Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.
Itâs ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.
Steveâs eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.
Itâs you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someoneâs behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And thereâs Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunetteâs hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.
It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. Heâs close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.
âAlpha!â
Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.
âStevie?â Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. âYou okay, Alpha?â
Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.
âY-yeah, Iâm, fuckâŚâ Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. âIâm good, baby. JustâŚâ
âJust had a wet dream?â Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. âI could hear you whimpering from the shower.â
Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steveâs hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. âI heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. Sheâs perfect, isnât she? Sheâs so small compared to us, bet weâd break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.â
Buckyâs hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well youâd take them, how sweet youâd be for them, how heâd let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything heâs given, gripping the sheets tight enough that heâs sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.
But what really sets him off is Buckyâs growl, âI had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.â Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and heâd be embarrassed about how fast he came if it werenât for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.
It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until heâs finally able to open his eyes and meet Buckyâs playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when youâre not even theirs, but he just canât bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesnât really know how heâs going to handle actually being with you.
But they hadnât even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesnât matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.
âSo,â Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steveâs cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. âYou feelinâ better about today?â
Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didnât want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steveâs been worried. He doesnât want to back out, God no. He just⌠he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.
What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize theyâre mated? What if youâre disgusted and donât even want to be their friend? What if -
âStevie.â Buckyâs voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. âStop thinking too hard, itâs going to be fine.â
âBut-â
âNo, Steve.â Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mateâs. âI promised you, didnât I? I promised that everything would work out and Iâm going to fulfill that promise today. Weâre going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.â
Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steveâs lips.
âShe likes you, baby. And she likes me. Thatâs why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesnât seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, itâs going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.â
Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.
âI love you, Alpha.â
Bucky smiles back and says, âI love you too, Alpha.â
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âOkay, okay, okay,â You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. âEverything is going to be okay. They donât know youâre going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.â
Sighing, you mumble another âI can do thisâ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.
âJesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?â
Tori laughs, smirking. âSorry, I just thought Iâd tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didnât want to interrupt your pep-talk.â
Oh shit, in your panic you didnât even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.
âHeâs not my Alpha. Heâs just⌠an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.â
Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that youâre actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.
Oh God, how am I going to survive today?
Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.
âWhatever you say, babe. Now, letâs not keep him waiting.â
When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. Itâs Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasnât kidding when he said heâd bring all of his friends.
There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.
Thereâs just one person missing; Steve. Itâs only two minutes from twelve, and you canât help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesnât actually want to see you.
It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.
âUm, hi, Bucky,â You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.
âAh!â The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. âHello, darling.â
It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.
You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. âUm, I⌠Itâs nice of you to come.â
âI said I would, didnât I?â Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.
After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. âI hate to break up your moment but itâs time to start.â
âOh! R-right.â Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but itâs also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.
That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.
The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.
Fuck.
âSorry Iâm late, I got held up.â
âNo, itâs - itâs fine!â Your heart rate increases again, and you donât know how youâre going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.
âO-okay, everyone, letâs get started.â
Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Buckyâs occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Buckyâs friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.
Still, itâs going well.
Itâs not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve wonât stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.
But, fate has other plans. Because Buckyâs friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide youâd think itâd hurt.
But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who donât know each other. Youâre standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know youâre going on a date with both of them.
Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?
It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.
âHey, darling,â Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes youâre frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.
But youâre panicking. Because youâve already decided that theyâve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.
âGuys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldnât have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didnât know how to choose because I donât want to choose between you two because youâre both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when youâre probably not even interested anymore because why w-â
âDarling!â Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.
âItâs okay, honey,â Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.
âI-It⌠It is?â
They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
âWe have something to tell you, darling.â Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. âWe⌠planned this. We didnât want to tell you upfront because we didnât want to scare you away, because we really like you too. Weâre⌠Steve and I areâŚâ He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.
âWeâre mates. And we know itâs not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isnât common either, so we didnât want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. Weâve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldnât be overwhelmed because we can be⌠a lot. Weâre sorry we lied.â
By the time theyâre done speaking, you think youâre dreaming. No, youâre positive youâre dreaming. Theyâre mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas arenât exactly common. Even still, that doesnât bother you. Youâre big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didnât want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.
But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? Itâs been a while since youâve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you canât even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.
âOh.â Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why canât you just say anything?
âDo you⌠Do you not want to date us?â Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.
âNo! I- I do! I just⌠Iâve never dated two Alphas. I donât mind that youâre mated, really. Iâm just not used toâŚâ You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steveâs face makes you smile too.
âYouâre not used to what?â Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.
âTo being wanted this much, I guess.â
You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.
âHow about this,â Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. âWeâll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you donât want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.â
Well, youâd never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so thereâs not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, itâs just your anxiety thatâs causing you to doubt their feelings.
But Toriâs voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, thatâs what you do.
âO-okay. Tomorrow is good.â
Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.
âHere, weâre going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.â
You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when theyâre about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.
âWeâll see you tomorrow, darling?â Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.
âOf course, I wouldnât miss it.â
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Please write ares x percy's older sister!reader i have read literally ever fic of him on here
I personally have been reloading the ares tag way too often đŤđŤ Sorry the ending is kinda rushed, my duolingo streak nearly finished and then i got distracted đ
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Caught.
Percy Jackson had been through a lot.
From quests to prophesies, from Alaska to Greece but he finally thought he'd lost his mind.
He had been having a relatively quiet morning, from having his favourite blue breakfast to having a day off of activities due to the hot summer day.
He was currently walking around the edge of camp for something to do when he froze mid-step in shock at the sight of the God of War standing at the gates of Camp Half-Blood talking to none other than you, his dearest older sister.
At first Percy thought he was offering (demanding) you a quest, it had been known on occasion that Olympians would sought out both you and him for their bidding.
As Percy got closer to you (about to demand that Ares find someone else to bother) he realized that that wasn't the case at all.
Ares stood with crosed arms leaning against the gateway, his head would tilt to match yours as you talked. You were standing close, too close. Everytime you laughed at something he'd said, which Percy doubted was even that funny, your side would brush his.
A werid contrast of orange camp shirt, light blue summer shorts, white sneakers next to his leather jacket and dark blue jeans, black boots.
Percy could now see Ares disgusting face against yours in a heated kiss.
"You know that offer is still on the table" Ares' voice in a playful tone that had Percy involuntarily gagging at.
"Not just yet" To Percy's utter surprise your voice was soft as if you were sadden at the fact you could take whatever offer he'd given you.
"What the actual fuck?" Percy's words slipped before his mind caught up.
You jolted away at the intrusion, your wide eyes meeting Percy's. Ares barely turns his head at the abruption, the only indication he'd even heard Percy was the way his eyes narrowed at him.
"Percy! Why aren't you with Annabeth? You said-"
Percy harshly cut you off, stepping closer to you.
"Why aren't I with Annabeth? Why are you with him!"
Percy watches as you start blubbering trying to figure out what to say, when a hand lands in your shoulder, Ares' hand.
"Get off my sister! You fucker!"
Percy reached out to wack his hand away from you but Ares pushes his shoulder, evading Percy's grasp.
"I fought you once Ares I'll do it again!" He said digging his feet into the ground, reaching into his pocket for Riptide.
Just as Percy was about to uncap Riptide, Ares turned to face you, eyes speaking in a silent conversation, making Percy pause his movements before Ares turned back towards Percy.
"Look kid, as much as I would love to send you on a permanent vacation down with uncle H, I've unfortunately promised a certain someone to not to that" He shrugged as he spoke as if this entire conversation was boring him to an early death.
"Who has made you swear it? My dad? Beacuse when have you ever-"
Ares scoffed quickly dismissing him to face you instead.
"This kid's a fuckin idiot, how's he still alive I mean seriously-"
You glared at Ares as you moved closer to Percy, blocking the two from each other.
"I made him swear it, because you're my little brother and I knew if you found out you'd flip out!"
Percy's heart nearly gave out and if it weren't for years of training to fight he was sure it would have.
"Found out? Oh my gods you're- with him? Him! Ugh, this is the worst day of my life." Percy whined, he knew he sounded like a brat but truthfully the whole thing was making him cringe but one look at your face told him to quickly drop it.
After a moment of painful awkward silence that had Percy's mind running in circles trying to move on.
"How'd you even get him to swear that" Percy said finally finding his voice.
You glanced behind you before quickly looking back at Percy, leaning in as if to tell a secret, Percy leaned in too, not wanting to miss hearing what dirt you had on the Olympian.
"I told him I'd swear I wouldn't speak to him again. He lasted a day" You voice broke off into a fit of giggles.
He found it too funny.
Ares. God of War forever bloodthirsty and always a prick, was whipped for Percy's older sister, who looked after Percy throughout two titan wars and was the same girl who practically raised the younger campers so they wouldn't be lonely. A weird duo.
Percy Jackson looked up to see you shaking your head as you laughed at the memory. He also caught Ares looking at you too.
Although traumatized by the thought you two together he quickly brushed it off. It was unusual and unfortunate for Percy to admit but he and Ares did have two things in common.
Both of them would fight fate for you. And of course, Percy looks at Annabeth the same way Ares looks at you but Percy wouldn't exactly admit that too soon.
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I realize this is a weirdly specific question, but what was DU Drowâs experience like first waking up on the Nautiloid/on the beach?
Like, was he wearing Bhaalist stuff when he woke up then? If he was, did he ditch it right away or did he just leave it on until he found gear in better shape or maybe just didnât want to associate with that symbolism/organization anymore? Like what was the thought process for him there, assuming that were the case??? If he was wearing something else, what might it have been?
I ask because I finally started my first Dark Urge playthrough yesterday (YIPPEE) and am plagued with thoughts about my guy, wondering if maybe he had some Bhaalist gear on when he first fell out of the Nautiloid that slowly was switched out for other things as the story progressed. Then I was like âoh hey what about Drow??? What was going through his head when he woke up that morning on the beach??????â Especially bc I canât imagine he had much time to look at what he was wearing on the Nautiloid while it was still flying around.
ANYWAYS. Apologies for the ramble, my brain is plagued with thoughts now that Iâm finally doing a Durge run so I might come at you with more random ass questions in the future >:)))
First of all AYYYY have fun with your first durge run!!! I'm always open to more questions if they happen to pop up throughout the experience.
Now to your question: An Interesting one! Though my answer might be disappointing LOL
In my personal lore, DU drow woke up from the tank with nothing but some scrappy underwear on - hell, It would probably make more sense if he was fully nude, even, but that would make many of the companion introductions a little too awkward - so, tattered underwear it is.
Considering what Kressa had been doing to him, I imagine that she would have either removed or destroyed his clothes at some point during the experimentation. DU drow was stuck with her for at least a few weeks - so, even if she didn't promptly undress him, his outfit would have been far too slashed, cut, and caked with old blood to keep, and likely torn off so it would stop getting in the way.
Her husband (I think he's the one who ships you away, if memory serves me right) would have had little reason to send him off with dignity - BUT perhaps he slipped some briefs back onto the drow's body because he felt ashamed of the implications of his wife keeping a battered, nude man around.
So, DU drow slides out of his pod, caked with old blood with only some ill-fitting linens covering his groin. He picks up whatever sharp object he finds lying around for self defense and proceeds through the ship, barefoot, hair matted, having no idea who he is, what he looks like, or how he got here. He's completely overtaken by his self-preservation instincts and being confused is second to getting out of his situation alive. He goes along with Lae'zel because she seems to have at least some idea of what's going on, and he frees Shadowheart from her pod because she seems more trustworthy than Lae'zel.
He probably stripped the trousers off of one of the corpses lying around the beach after the actual crash (they would have been a little tight, but it's better than nothing) and god-willing was able to snatch some fresher underwear at the grove or something. The only indicatives he had of a past life were his scars, and I guess his unusual features. The thing is - whenever he first caught sight of his reflection, he very much liked what he saw looking back. Someone else might have been shocked by their appearance, but what DU drow felt would have been more akin to a kind of relief - I'm strong. I'm big. I'm intimidating. Good. As it should be.
And well... There's not much reason to give it thought past that. His looks feel right, he thinks he looks attractive, even his scars are somewhat comforting. Tadpole and odd company aside, it actually feels nice to be himself right now, so why ruin it with questions and concerns.
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Innocence is Gone~
virgin!Ethan Landry x fem!ghostface!Reader
Synopsis: It all started with a passing comment about poor Ethan dying a virgin... Lucky for him, you weren't gonna let that happen.
Warnings: ghostface!fem!reader, sub!virgin!ethan landry, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it tf up), overstim if you squint, death/murder mentions, knife mention/use for intimidation
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"Am I gonna die a virgin?" was the question Ethan had openly posed towards the group during a discussion about the most recent Ghostface killings. Everyone else had shrugged it off as a funny joke, just awkward Ethan being himself, awkward. But you had thought he actually sounded legitimately concerned for that possible fate. You thought it would be best to try and offer some reassurance to the boy, to ease some of the tension and fear, and also to get any potential suspicious persons off your tail. "None of us are going to die Ethan, at least not for many, many years so don't even worry about that okay?" He looked at you for a second before nodding, still slightly anxious at the possibility of death, or maybe at the eye contact the two of you made for a fraction of a second. However, no matter the cause, it did make you feel slightly bad for lying to him.
It was now about a week after that little interaction, and you were quickly approaching Ethan's dorm, with ghostface costume fully adorned. You had tucked a knife into the waistband of your pants, although you didn't plan on using it for more than intimidation. You had planned to kill Ethan at first as he seemed like easy prey to you, but now you thought it best to keep him alive for now. After all, you could still have some fun with him.
You had now made your way through an open window, both cursing and praising Ethan in your head for this helpful but incredibly stupid action. You were in his bathroom now, the fresh smell of his shampoo still lingering along with the steam on the mirror. "He must've just finished showering." You thought to yourself as you examined the empty room, making your way to the door. You went to twist the nob as slowly as possible so as to not alert the man of your presence yet. Upon opening the door just a crack, you saw Ethan standing next to his bed shirtless, luckily for you with his back towards the door.
You slowly opened it more until you could slip through, now taking the time to remove the knife from your waistband. You quickly made your way across the room and subdued the man, holding his hands behind his back, knife pressing ever so gently against his throat. "Good evening Ethan, would you like to play a little game..." Your modulated voice asked as you felt him slightly tremble in your grasp. "Oh my god please don't kill me! I don't wanna die I'll do anything you ask please just please..." He was begging you to spare his life incessantly, voice wavering as he spoke. "Oh no Ethan, honey, I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to help you with your little...problem." You whispered that last bit in his ear as you dragged the blunt edge of the knife along it.
He shivered. "W-what problem are you talking about? And you're holding a knife against my face so it sure feels like you want to kill me!" He was rambling like crazy, and you would be lying if you said it didn't slightly turn you on. Well, maybe more than slightly... "I can do away with the knife if you promise to be good. Can you do that for me Ethan? Can you promise?" You lifted the knife from his skin ever so slightly to show you were serious. "Yes, yes I'll be good I promise you, just please put the knife away!" He was almost whimpering now, and it made you comply to his request even quicker, swiftly tucking the weapon back into your waistband. âThe knifeâs away now pretty boy.â You whispered in his ear once again, using your other free hand to trace simple shapes onto his arm.
âO-okay now, who are you! And if you donât want to kill me then, what are you here to help me with?!â He had eased up a little once he realized the knife wasnât in your hand anymore, but he was still shaking, obviously very afraid. âDo you really wanna know what Iâm here for Ethan?â You asked in your normal volume. âY-yes I do.â That was enough for you as you clutched at your mask, slowly removing it. âIâm hereâŚâ You threw the mask down on the bed in front of him. ââŚto help youâŚâ You let go of his arms and placed a hand on his waist. ââŚwith your littleâŚâ You spun him around to face you as you pushed him down onto the bed. ââŚvirginity problem.â He was gawking at you now, completely slack jawed. âY/N? Youâre Ghostface?? And you want to have sex with me?â Both of those things were true, but you couldnât let him know about the first one. At least not yet. âNo of course Iâm not actually Ghostface! You can get this costume pretty much anywhere online.â You said as you messed with the long black fabric. You couldnât wait to take it off for him.
âButâŚâ you paused for a second to straddle his lap, watching him inhale sharply. ââŚI do want to fuck you pretty boy.â You leaned in and went to suck a mark into his neck before stopping yourself. âAre you okay with that Ethan?â You gazed into his eyes as he started at you blankly, slowing nodding. âI need you to say it Eth.â You placed your hands on his shoulders, ready to move off of him if he didnât comply. âY-yes please I want you.â Finally, you could have some actual fun with him. You placed a kiss on his cheek before removing your ghostface robe, leaving you completely bare except for you red lace underwear.
âH- holy shitâŚâ Ethan gasped out as his eyes trailed your chest. He looked fidgety, and you felt his dick strain under your lap. He was what you can only assume to be painfully hard. You decided to lightly brush down on him with your core as a simple, but effective gesture to let him know you knew how needy he was. âWow that was fast, do I really turn you on that much Eth?â You asked the flustered boy as you sucked dark purple marks into his neck, watching them bloom like bloody flowers. âY-yea you do. I think youâre so hot y/n really I do, Iâve wanted you so bad for so longâŚâ He started whining a little the more he rambled on. You wouldnât tell him this, but it made you embarrassingly wet. âHoly fuck youâre so wet I can feel itâŚâ Ethan had panted out as he experimented with grabbing your breasts. Well so much for him not knowing his pathetic-ness turns me on You thought as you felt his shy, shaky hands grow a bit more bold.
âCan I put it in now? Please y/n? You need it too I can tell just p-please Iâll be good!â The curly haired boy begged you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He was right, if you wanted him before, want couldnât even describe what you felt now. âYea pretty boy Iâll put it in, Iâll make you feel good.â You stumbled out your words as you hastily pulled the drawstrings of his pants, not even bothering to pull down his boxers before pulling out his achy cock. âImpressive LandryâŚâ You purred in his ear. Maybe you should fuck econ nerds more often⌠You pumped him a few times in your hand before properly positioning yourself to allow him to slip in, a task made incredibly easy by your impressive arousal. You slowly eased down, the pair of you sharing a gasp as you hit the hilt. He was as deep as he could possibly be in this position and he loved it.
âO-oh my god⌠Youâre so warm a-and wet and fuck!â You had started to move during his praises, gaining a slow and steady rhythm, but you were pent up, and it wasnât enough. âEth I know itâs your first time and all, but iâm about to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. Kay pretty boy?â You panted out at him as you picked up the pace. You could tell you probably had him thoroughly fucked out already judging by just how awestruck he look. So much that he could only nod.
And that was all you needed. You picked up the pace more and more, hearing Ethan get louder and louder under you. âNghh- Ah- FUCK y/n please you have to get off iâm gonna cum please.â You knew he was worried about the lack of protection, you also knew that you couldnât care less. You were so close to orgasm that there was no way you were stopping now. âItâs okay cum in me donât worry itâs okay hon.â You breathed out as fast as humanly possible, your mouth desperate to match the speed of your body. Not long at all after, you felt Ethan buck his hips up harshly into you, and you were filled with a sudden warmth, one youâve never felt before.
Ethan was the first guy to come inside of you, and the thought of that alone led you to your peak. Strings of moans and curses flowed from your lips like silk as you slowed down before eventually going limp over him. You felt his hands snake around your waist and grip you tight, and you knew you got exactly what you wanted.
âNow you can help me kill Tara.â
Authorâs Note: ITâS FINALLY OUT!! my premiere Ethan Landry fic!! I hope you all enjoyed it cause I had sooo much fun writing it! Iâd like to give a shoutout to some people who pushed me to get this one finished so without further adieuâŚ
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Tales of Conquest, Warnings of Fools:
Letters Between Brothers
Damian Wayne, Dec. 24, 2011
Your forgiveness is more than I ever couldâve asked for. I still donât think I deserve it, but I will take what you have given me, ahki.
You writing back was unexpected, but Iâm so glad you did! Though, I guess this isnât very secure, huh. Oh, well! As long as nothing incriminating is written down, we should be fine.
Howâs father? And your siblings? I understand there are three kids fatherâs adopted. Also, what about your extracurriculars? Anything exciting going on that you can tell me about? Itâs boring, crime wise, where Iâm at. No murder mysteries or sex scandals or huge break-ins. Not that I want any of those to happen, but itâd be really fun to get to follow a case that isnât twelve years old or four states over.
How are you adjusting at all, actually? It was a big culture shock for me for a while, especially because no one here speaks Arabic. Can you believe that? Some of the others still think I made up an entire language just to mess with them! I havenât been able to speak with someone in our mother tongue in a while, but Iâve been trying not to forget any of it! Even if thereâs an accent coming through.
Tell me about your life. Not what the media says. I want to know the real you. Do you have friends? Any pets? What about hobbies? Do you still have that dagger I made you that one time?
Anyway, I gotta go now. I hope to hear from you soon!
I donât know what holiday(s) father and your siblings celebrate, so Iâll wish you a happy all of them!
سأساŮ
Ř٠دا،Ů
ا٠Ůا ŘŁŘŽŮ ŮŮŘŻ ŮŮ؜ؚت ŮŮ ŘŁŘłŮŘŁ اŮاŘŘŞŮ
اŮات ŮبذŮŘŞ Ůؾاع٠؏Ůد٠بŮ
ا Ůا٠ŮŘŻŮŮ Ů
Ů Ů
ؚعŮŘŠ. ŮŮŘŞ ستؚع؜ ŮŮس٠ŮŮ؎ءع ŮŮء ؼذا ؚدت.
Danny Fenton
***
Danny had wasted no time in writing a response. Was he going to come off as eager? Probably, but he didnât really care. His brother had responded to him! Granted, he thinks this is a trick, but thereâs some part of Damian that believes Dannyâs alive! He forgives him for not going home! Itâs more than Danny couldâve ever allowed himself to hope for.
But, gods was he awkward! He hadnât let Jazz read the letter at all. She didnât know what he said the first time, she didnât know what the response said, and she wasnât ever going to read any of them if he had any say in the matter. Yes, theyâre siblings and he loves her just as much as he loves Damian, but this was something she didnât have any business poking her nose into. He liked to think that Damian would likewise keep this from his own siblings, though heâd totally understand if Dami shared purely because of the suspicious circumstances.
Anyway, Danny had read and re-read Damianâs letter for hours, trying to come up with the best response, only stopping when Jazz called him down for dinner. Sleep hadnât come easily, either, because of the adrenaline from actually getting a response. Heâd hoped heâd get one, but he was also sure that he wouldnât get one.
But why did he have to be so awkward writing back? Damianâs his brother, not a total stranger! Damian probably wouldnât care. Dannyâs always been like that, awkward at all the wrong times. Heâs just gotten used to not hiding it since he left, though it had taken a while.
He has to wonder, though, if Damian is with father, does this mean heâs left the Shadows? How had he done it? Obviously, he hadnât faked his death. Father is a very public figure, so anything short of Damian leaving a massacre behind him as he left the Shadows would be unlikely. Unless he is still with the Shadows? In which case, Dannyâs just doomed himself. Sure, the PO box was set up in the town over, and maybe he struck up a deal to have the letters sent from there to his house, but that wasnât going to stop ninja assassins. Nothing short of death would stop ninja assassins!
No! Bad Danny! No use having second thoughts now; Itâs too late. He just has to hope for the best. Gods, was he hoping, wishing on stars and everything! He wanted this to work out. He wanted to have a relationship with his older brother-
Damn, heâs still the younger sibling. He hadnât thought much of it before, but both Jazz and Damian are older than him! If he counts fatherâs children, which he does only to prove his point this one time, then heâs the youngest of six kids! Thatâs not fair. Who decided that was a fair trade? Could be worse, he supposed. He could be stuck as a middle sibling. Shutter the thought.
âDanny?â Jazz opened the door with a knock, âYou ready to send that letter?â
He groaned into his pillow. âI already did.â
âReally?â she wondered, sitting on the edge of his bed.
âYeah,â he rolled over to face her, âFinished it this morning and shipped it off.â
Jazz hummed. âI still donât get why you wonât let me read them. I could totally help you with spelling and stuff!â
Danny sat up and stared at her with a dead look. âJazz, I was taught by people who were the best of the best in their fields. There isnât a single thing you could do to help me write or read those letters.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause they arenât in English.â
âLiar!â
âIâm not lying!â
âYes you are! I saw the one you got! It was in English!â She paused. âExcept for that last bit. That just looked like a bunch of squiggles.â
He crossed his arms over his chest. âThat wasnât a bunch of squiggles, Jazz. It was Arabic, my mother tongue.â
âFirst,â she adjusted to sit criss-cross on the foot of his bed, âNever say âmother tongueâ again; it sounds weird. Second, the simple solution is to teach me Arabic.â
Danny had to pause for a second to let the words register in his head. âYou-you want to learn Arabic?â
She shrugged. âSure. I mean, it canât be that hard, right?â
âYes it can,â he sighed, âYouâd have to learn a whole new alphabet of letters and sounds. Itâs not a Latin based language like English or Spanish.â
âI can do it!â
âI donât doubt that, but I think an easier language would be better.â
She huffed. âYou just donât wanna share.â
True, but, âI could teach you Romanian? Itâs a Latin derived language, like English, so itâs got the same alphabet.â
âFine,â she agreed after a moment, âWhere do we start?â
âKids!â their dad called from the kitchen, âWe have something for you!â
Danny and Jazz shared a grimace. âDown stairs, apparently,â he said. Quickly, they left the room and made their way down the stairs and to the kitchen. Their parents probably didnât have any actual gifts for them, so they werenât going to get their hopes up.
They were right, of course. Jack and Maddie Fenton were creatures of habit and obsession; workaholics, in simpler terms.
The two kids joined their parents at the table. âMom,â Jazz greeted, âDad.â
âJazzypants!â Jack smiled, his voice booming, âDann-o!â
âWhatâs up?â Danny asked. He wanted to go back to his room and stew over what heâd just sent to his brother. Seriously? âIâll wish you a happy all of them?â Thatâs so stupid! Beyond stupid, actually! He wanted to curl up and die. Can people die of embarrassment?
Maddie smiled kindly at her children, somehow matching her husbandâs energy but not his volume. âWe had another breakthrough in our research.â
âOh?â Danny had been intrigued by the [now] Drs. Fentonâs research. It was all theoretical, of course, but they claimed to have proof of base for their research. Heâd never seen it before, and theyâd never offered to show him or Jazz, but they mentioned it in all of their papers. Heâd never deemed it worth anything, so it had been pushed behind relevant information like literally anything else.
He still didnât know how theyâd gotten those papers published. They were the laughing stocks of the scientific and occult communities! An accomplishment in and of itself, really.
âYes,â his mother nodded, âBut thatâs not what we called you two down to discuss.â
âItâs not? Jazz tilted her head to the side.
âNope!â Jackâs smile somehow got bigger. âWeâve decided that the both of you are old enough-â
â-and responsible enough.â Maddie added.
â-do go down and see the lab!â
Jazz and Danny had two very different reactions to this statement. Danny was a bit excited to get to see whatever held his parentsâ attention at all hours of the day. Jazz, on the other hand, was furious.
âWhat!â she demanded.
Jack and Maddie didnât seem to even register her anger. âYou two have both proven yourselves responsible in your school and house work, so we figured it was time to let you two in on the family business.â
âBut, I donât want to do lab work!â Jazz objected, now standing with her hands on the table and her chair pushed back aggressively.
âNonsense,â Maddie waved her off easily, âYouâll love it. Besides, youâve always wanted to help us in the lab, ever since you were a child.â
Jazz just screamed in outrage. âIâve never said that!â
She was ignored. âOf course, weâll have to go over the proper safety measures so that neither of you gets hurt.â Jack stated.
Throwing her hands up, Jazz stormed away from the table and stomped up to her room, the door slamming behind her. Danny has no doubts that sheâs locked herself in.
âShe must be tired,â Jack smiled fondly, âWeâve got some work to finish up down stairs, Dann-o, but weâll be back up for dinner, alright?â
Danny nodded and the two left. Quietly, he whispered, âLiar.â to the empty main floor.
***
Danyal Fenton Dec. 27, 2011
Your definition of âincriminatingâ must be wrong. You reaching out in the first place wouldâve put us both in danger had your letter been intercepted. The same remains true for every letter we exchange, though I will not be the one to put a stop to the communication. It is nice to have physical evidence of your conversations, no matter how much time passes between each response.
I am still skeptical that you are my brother, but, as I said in my last letter, I will continue on with a shade pulled over my eyes, ahki.
I have done some research while living with father. My own experiences prove at least some of what they say is true. I never truly believed you had died. I always had a feeling that you were alive somewhere, safe, out of reach of Grandfather and Mother.
Father is well. In public, he is outgoing, drunk, clumsy, able to start a conversation from nothing and let it trail off into a slightly more useful nothing. In truth, he is standoffish, strong, able to talk circles around anyone. He is always ready for a fight and always prepared for the worst. He does not like surprises.
We have four siblings, and one honorary sibling. Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, Cassandra Cain, and Stephanie Brown. Grayson is more outgoing than the others, though he has been with Father the longest, so he is just as skilled as him. Todd was dead and refuses to communicate with Father. Drake is smart, but that is all he has going for him. Cain was raised in the League like us, though not at any of the bases we ever visited. Brown was dating Drake, but has since become more of a sister to the Manor.
Alfred Pennyworth is the family butler. He raised Father and continues to stand by his side. He is a formidable foe, though I have yet to see him in actual combat. He, aside from Father and myself, is the most competent resident of Wayne Manor.
Again, you need to reassess your definition of âincriminatingâ. There is nothing I can share, without consequence, that hasnât already been made public by the GCPD. I will say, however, that my position as the superior child remains unchallenged. Not that any of those bastards Father has taken in would ever pose any kind of challenge to me or you.
I must ask, you know where I am, so is it not fair that you tell me where you are? The return address you have used leads to a PO box in Elmerton, Illinois, but I doubt thatâs where you really are. Your description of âboringâ in regards to the crime rate is fully expected of anywhere when compared to Gotham, though that goes nearly doubly so for the midwest.
It was a shock to me as well, though I have been handling it. None of the others have noticed any unease, so I will take it. It will not do to show weakness in the face of enemies. I can agree, however, that the lack of use of Arabic is disappointing. I do not fear that I will ever forget the language or our home, but I do regret to say that I have encountered similar problems you have.
Father insists that I go to school with others my age to âsocializeâ, though I do not see the point. Itâs all thinly veiled insults from the adults we are placed in the charge of. I am much smarter than my peers, so I have not been able to have a single intelligent conversation with any of them. The exception, however, being Jon Kent. He is adequate company. Our Father and his father are friends.
I have a cat named Alfred, after the butler. I would like to get a dog, but Father has denied my request. I have, however, managed to hide Goliath in the cave. Father knows he is there, but the others remain oblivious.
As for hobbies, art is the only one worth mentioning. I have several sets of paints and colors and pencils, though I remain partial to charcoal. Paper is the easiest to use, but I prefer canvas.
Of course I still have that dagger, Danyal. I have many weapons, but that is the only one that has never left my person.
Father is Jewish, though he was raised Catholic, and is an atheist; Grayson is Christian; Todd was raised Catholic, but is atheist; Drake was born to a Christian mother, but he follows after his father as an atheist; Neither Cain nor Brown were born into religious families, so they donât follow any religion, as far as Iâm aware.
Pennyworth has decorated the Manor for all of the holidays, though the only tradition Iâve actually seen practiced is the gift exchange from Christmas.
Honestly, you must work on your formatting. You give almost no information in exchange for your questions getting answers. It makes your letters very short. So, I will turn all of your questions back on you. I expect them to be answered sufficiently.
ŘŁŮ؜٠Ů
ا ŮŘŻŮ ŮŮ
ŮŮŮ ŘŹŮدا٠بŮ
ا ŮŮ٠اŮŮŮاŮŘŠ ŮŮŘŞ ŘŁŘšŮŮ
ŘŁŮŮ Ůا تزا٠ؚŮŮ ŮŮŘŻ اŮŘŮŘ§ŘŠŘ ŮŮ
Řš Ř°ŮŮ ŮŮ
ŘŁŮؚ٠شŮŘŚŮا ŘłŮŮ ŮŘ´Řą Ůذب؊ ŮŮاتŮ.
Damian Wayne
***
The letter was a surprise, especially considering itâs a page and a half, though he shouldâve expected it. He found it hilarious that the first thing Dami had done this time was to insult him. At least heâd waited a few lines in the last letter! It hurt a bit that Damian still thought this was a trick, but Danny couldnât find it in himself to blame him. Heâdâve acted the same way if their roles were reversed.
He liked hearing about Damianâs family. Theyâre so different compared to what the media says. Then again, he expected that. Most people are hardly ever exactly how theyâre portrayed to bigger audiences. The Drs. Fenton being an exception.
And, yeah, he knew Dami was going to search the address, but did he really have to come out and say it like that? At least he knew the Shadows (League?) hadnât gotten in the middle, otherwise heâdâve been cut down by now. Small blessings.
Ah, Goliath the dragon bat. Danny remembers when they got Goliath. Hiding him was hard, but they managed. Though, heâs fairly certain that Mother knew they had him hidden in the caves of Nanda Parbat. That does beg the question, though, of how the hell Damian managed to get a - by now - fully grown dragon bat across continents and into a cave in New Jersey without being spotted? Did he even really want to know? Probably not.
Danny could remember the expression on Damianâs face when he realized that Goliath was getting bigger. Theyâd found him on their first mission for Grandfather after leaving the group that had been sent with them. Theyâd kept him moving between their rooms when they got back, never keeping him in one for more than a night before moving him to the other. Then suddenly, the creature theyâd found that was no bigger than their forearms was as long as their arms from shoulder to fingertip! They had only been able to keep Goliath between their rooms for another month before having to hide him in the caves under Nanda Parbat.
And the food! Goliath, even as a baby dragon bat, could eat triple his body weight. It was a wonder no one found him! How does Damian keep him fed? And how have his siblings not noticed the dragon under their house? Thoughts for another time.
Danny closed his book as he finished it. It was the astrology one, clearly written for people new to the topic, but he wasnât complaining. It was easy to understand and he found himself actually enjoying it more than he originally anticipated. He could see why the girls in his class liked it, too. He could see himself falling deeper into this rabbit hole, but he wasnât upset about that.
He moved on to read the second book heâd gotten, the one about witchcraft. Briefly, he chuckled at the image that he was slowly coming to see as his future. âA witch,â he hummed with a smile, âMother would be so disappointed.â
The book opened up with a brief history about the topic before going into a deep dive about different practices and how things had changed and improved throughout history. It also gave names to famous witches and witch hunters, one that he recognized.
Jack Fenton, about three years after Danny had been taken in by the family, had given Danny a full rundown of his and Maddieâs family histories. Fentonightingale had been the family name until Jackâs great-grandfather had changed it to Fenton when he married. John Fentonightingale was a well known witch hunter in Salem, Massachustes in 1600. He was best known for eating a slow acting poison in the form of - now extinct - flowers as evidence against an unnamed witch on trial. He died shortly thereafter, leaving his grieving wife and children.
The humor was not lost to Danny. âLooks like dadâll be disappointed, too.â
âKnock, knock?â Jazz asked from the hallway, knocking her knuckle on his bedroom door.
âYeah?â he called back, closing his book and putting it down.
Jazz opened the door. âWell, I couldnât help but notice that youâve been hiding out here all day. No plans with Sam or Tucker?â
Danny shook his head. âNah. Tuckâs spending the break with his family and Samâs been forced to go to a rich person party somewhere in Washington.â
âDC?â
âState.â
âSheâs not too far.â
âToo far for an emergency extraction.â
âYou sound like sheâs gonna get killed or something.â
Danny snorted. âDonât jinx it, Jazzercise.â
âIâm not gonna jinx it, Danimal.â She leaned against the door frame. âBesides, even if she did die, sheâd come back as a ghost just to haunt you.â
He groaned and flopped over onto his side. âDonât even joke about that!â
âWhy, âcause Iâm right?â He groaned again. She laughed. âAlright, Dannibal Lector, since youâre obviously bored out of your mind, you wanna come watch a movie with me?â
âAnd risk mom and dad dragging us down into the lab?â He sat up, âNo thanks.â
âCome on,â she goaded, âItâll be fun! Iâll even let you pick the movie!â
âHmmmm. A documentary on ghost hunting or a mockumentary on ghost hunting? Such a hard decision.â
Her arms dropped to her sides. âCome on, D! You canât stay locked in here forever.â
âActually, J, I think I can. Iâve got food, water, and entertainment. Iâll be fine.â
âWhat about when you have to pee or shower?â
âIâll put a bucket in the corner and dump it out the window.â
âThatâs disgusting.â
âAnd rainwater is clean enough.â
âItâs literally not, though.â
âWell, I wonât know unless I try.â
âYouâre not gonna live in here by yourself!â
âWhy? You wanna join me? Sorry, but thereâs only enough pillows for a one person fort.â
She snorted and shook her head. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âWhatâs hard to believe? Unless youâve got pillows hidden up your-â He cut himself off with an exaggerated and mocking gasp. âJazz! Do you have pillows hidden up your ass?â
âDanny!â she scolded, but her tone was fond, âWatch your language, brat!â
âWhat?â he giggled, âItâs a genuine question.â
Jazz rolled her eyes, âNo, I do not have pillows shoved up my ass.â
âLanguage!â he mocked.
âAre you gonna come watch a movie with me or not?â
âSure, sure,â he stood, âBut if we get dragged down to the lab, Iâm blaming you.â
âYeah, yeah.â
*
Danny was right. He was right and he was never listening to Jazz ever again. He could live in his room until he turned eighteen! That was totally something he could do. It wasnât like heâd been raised to survive off of less in less space.
Instead of watching a movie theyâd seen a million times before, the siblings had decided to watch YouTube on the TV. Halfway into Episode 4 of Buzzfeed Unsolved, their parents came up and dragged them down to the lab to show them their breakthrough from the previous night.
Looking at it, it was much less a breakthrough and more of âgetting closer to the final pictureâ. The Ghost Portal had been a project that Jack and Maddie had been working on since college. A friend of theirs had gotten sent to the hospital for this project and had yet to be released. What had given them the idea that this was safe to build in their basement, let alone show their children? Regardless, it was too late now, so Danny and Jazz were forced to roll with it.
âWeâre almost done with it!â Jack looked like a proud parent when he was looking at the thing.
The Ghost Portal, as it was now, was built directly into the furthermost wall of the basement. It wasnât load bearing, thank the gods. The portal was ten feet deep, seven and a half feet tall, octagonal in shape. The paneling that covered the walls and ceiling was black with electric blue circuitry cutting through them. The blank spots where the paneling was not put up were gray, matching the cement floor of the lab. There were some work lights inside, white LED strips that lined the bottom seams where the floor met the walls. The floor itself was made of black tile and nearly completely covered in loose cables and unfinished paneling. There was a red button in place of one of the missing side panels that screamed âaccident waiting to happenâ.
âWhat is it?â Jazz asked, not daring to go closer than the stair doorway. Danny didnât blame her.
âItâs the Ghost Portal, Jazzy!â Maddieâs grin was huge, taking up nearly her whole face. âWeâve nearly got it finished.â
âYep!â Jack nodded excitedly, âAll weâve got left to do is finish the inside paneling, build the outer frame, and turn her on!â
âWhat about powering it?â Danny wondered just as Jazz said, ââHerâ?â
Jack still hadnât taken his eyes off of the thing. âSheâs already connected to the power grid; Thatâs why the circuitry in the paneling is glowing, see?â
Danny picked his way through the papers cluttering the table next to him, finding the portalâs blueprints on the very bottom. The handwriting in the margins was messy, obviously from two people and taking up almost every inch of the paper. The schematics of the portal itself was done in white and much neater than the black ink from his parentsâ handwriting. A third person, probably their college friend, had been the one to draw the thing with the first basic formuli. Overall, it was messy and a hazard to look at.
âAre, uh, you guys sure that this wonât blow up our house?â Danny asked, unable to keep from scrunching his nose up at the sight of the blueprints.
âPositive.â Maddie sounded so serious, like it was the absolute truth.
âYou wanna check out the inside?â Jack asked, practically bouncing like an excited puppy.
Jazz was quick to shake her head, going so far as to take a step back into the landing at the bottom of the stairs. Before Danny could follow her lead, though, Jack grabbed Danny and pulled him forwards.
âGo on,â the giant man urged.
Gulping, Danny complied. He was so going to lock himself in his room now. He didnât plan on leaving until Sam and Tucker were both back in town! âAlright.â He hoped his hesitation was obvious enough for his parents to get the cue that he did not want to be doing this. Unfortunately, neither picked up on it. Jazz did, but she wasnât about to risk moving closer in case Jack or Maddie got the idea of shoving her towards the thing, too.
Danny had a bad feeling about this.
Stepping into the tunnel that was the portal was like walking into a different world. Somehow, even though he was only half a foot in and there was light on all sides, it was dark in there. The blue from the paneling was nearly nonexistent, and the white LEDs lining the floor were so dim that they were useless. Was this a purposeful thing? How was this possible?
The cables and cords that had been visible from the outside were almost invisible in the somehow lower lighting of the portal tunnel, same with the unfinished wall panels on the floor. And, as a result of the hazardous mess on the floor and the near pitch dark, Danny tripped halfway through. His training didnât let him fall, but his inability to keep up the rigorous schedule heâd been raised on made him reach out to steady himself on the wall.
Millimeters before his fingers so much as grazed the button heâd not been able to see after crossing the threshold, Danny heard the barely there whisper of âTime Out.â followed almost immediately by âTime in.â at the same volume.
Catching himself on the cold, softly glowing paneling of the wall, Danny was quick to straighten out and turn around. That thing gave him the creeps and he would much rather go back to reading his book, thank you.
âSo, Dann-o?â Jack clapped his shoulder when he got back to them, âWhatâd ya think?â
Unable to disappoint the people heâd come to see as his parents, Danny plastered a smile on his face and said, âItâs pretty cool. I canât wait to see what it looks like when itâs finished!â
Maddie cheered. âRight? As soon as itâs done, those assholes at Harvard will have to take us seriously!â
Danny seriously doubted they would. In fact, he doubted the portal would even work at all. Itâs a hypothetical experiment that had the potential and huge likelihood of going catastrophically wrong. How much power would it take to even turn the thing on? Several city blocks at least, right? If that blows up, it'll take out not only their house, but probably half the city and everyone within the blast radius.
Danny should report this to somebody.
âThatâs not even the best part!â Jack exclaimed, hurting over to what looked like an electrical box that had been set into the unfinished walls of the basement lab. Opening the small metal door revealed a hand scanner that Jack quickly placed his hand on. After five seconds, a small compartment just above the scanner opened up. Inside was a small glass phial of thick, glowing green liquid. Liquid that Danny recognised.
Shit.
âThis is whatâs gonna power the portal after the initial launch,â Jack explained, his voice reverent as he cradled the phial in his large hands, âEctoplasm.â
Ecto-what? Danny knew that glowing liquid. Heâd only seen it once, but he knew what it was. He could say, with full confidence and a puffed chest, that what his dad was currently holding was a phial of Lazarus Water. The color and consistency were the same as the Pits. The stuff even glowed like the Pit Water! It was terrifying that Danny had encountered any of the stuff this far from the Shadows, and he found himself taking several steps back toward Jazz.
âThatâs, um, thatâs-â
âAwesome, dad!â Jazz said for him, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pulling him back. He was so glad she had because he was sure he was seconds away from freezing in place. âDannyâs getting tired, though, and Iâm a bit hungry, so weâre gonna head back upstairs now. Is that alright?â
âSounds great, sweetie,â Maddie waved the two off in a clear dismissal, âWeâll be up in a few minutes.â
Danny rushed up the stairs, waiting for Jazz in the kitchen. When she joined him she muttered, âLiar.â under her breath before closing the door. âSo,â she said to Danny.
âSo.â he repeated.
âWhat made you so freak out down there?â she asked, âNot that I blame you. That portal thing freaked me out, too.â
Danny shrugged. âDonât wanna talk about it.â
âItâs not healthy to bottle things up, Danny.â
âI know, I just donât want to talk about it right now,â Or ever. âBad memories.â
Jazzâs expression softened. âAlright,â she nodded, âDo you want some chips?â
He shook his head. âNo. Iâm gonna go to my room.â
âYou canât hide in there forever!â
He was halfway up the stairs. âI can try!â
Translation 1 - Arabic :: I will always forgive you, brother. You were put in the worst possible situation and you did the best you could with the knowledge you had. You would have only jeopardized yourself if you went back.
Translation 2 - Arabic :: My best wasn't good enough. I knew you were still alive, yet I did nothing but spread the lie of your death.
Part 1 Part 3
#Tales of Conquest. Warnings of Fools#Letters Between Brothers#part 2#word count: just over 5k#my writing#ao3#ao3 writer#fanfic#dc x dp#ghouls and gang writing event 2024#dpxdcbang2024#g&g24
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Arkham Knight Relationship HCS !! <3
( light nsfw, mostly SFW tho!! )
literally my wife ( i made this pic idc abt creds i just wanna talk abt it)
SFW !! <3
dying on this hill when i say basically any red hood would be soo yummy with a civilian or just someone who is extremely balanced.
im a red hood needs more fucking normalcy in his life TRUTHER.
relationship starts off slow, romantic and platonic, you need to be patient with him long enough for him to get over his mental dilemmas to feel ANY-TYPE of way towards you.
more then like 6 months lets be real yall
his way of bonding is quality time. ill die on this hill, especially at the start of the relationship. Nothing huge maybe just spending a couple extra minutes around you before leaving.
next is probably gift giving, esp with early relations, probably just gonna order you food or put fifty bucks on your countertop. you dont even notice until you realize you find a fifty around the last place he was standing. expect deliveries from R.H whenever he feels bad for something.
doesn't like being around for too long, feels like he's messing up something. ruining your day by keeping you up late (he was there for fifteen minutes), ruining your mood, (there was an awkward silence for like 30 seconds.)
not a overly conscious thought process though, he feels physically he isnât supposed to be there. for whatever subconscious thing he picked up on, a awkward silence, or hes been there 15 minutes too long or something
well sometimes he'll mentally beat himself up.
he spirals a lot, needs someone to pull him out of that.
i think when he needs to be grounded, its not just comfort its making him feel alive in the present moment. he's never gonna truly forget about his traumas but maybe for just an hour or two; running around an arcade, walking around the city. just making him feel normal, yeah you BAGGED his ass quick.
he needs someone patient, really patient, someone whos very attentive and empathetic. (but not a complete push- over def needs someone to set him in line still)
i think if you move to quickly, he'll get super snappy and ghosting you,, ong put ur hands on him too early and he's left hooking you.
yeah you're waking up and the first thing your hearing is "Its been 12 years..."
second thing you hear is "you've been in a coma for.. 12 years."
third thing you're hearing is, " we think a bus hit you...â
obviously not touchy, even when he is settling down. hes just not sure how to .. or where to .. or why he wants too.
please his mental gymnastics get so crazy, just sit down with him and put on some silly ass movie so he stops
when heâs settled he cant pry himself off you though.
a lot of his expressions can definitely be told by his body language, naturally hes tense but theres certain habits he has when he's maybe thinking too much, or fustrated/irritated.
but he does all of the same for you, comfort, love, as much as he can he tries
Very attentive, has a mental list of 'shit you do when somethings wrong' or 'shit you like.'
doesn't consciously make any of these mental list, he just knows.
"didnt they say they liked this?" He pauses "shit ill just leave it at their window."
so he's like canonically smart as shit.
you have too much work from your boss or professor? hand it over its done in less then two hours.
literally buys you groceries and pays your bills (fucking lover boy.)
arkham knight finally figuring out how to ask for a hug (hes been dead silent for 5 minutes) (link) <â insta reel
HES A CHEM/HISTORY NERD FOR SURE
NSFW !! <3
probably- A FUCKING VIRGIN !! HES A NERD !! GETS AWKARD AS SHIT. WITH RAGING COMMITMENT AND TRUST ISSUES !! (will still die4you tho)
AGAIN, not in a "my soft squishe potato always been scared of sex" way but in a âoh my god hes so unsocializedâ way.
yall ever see a big ass dog just..standing.. literally him (hes dissociating)
genuinely dont believe that when he was arkham/training to be, he was sexually or romantically involved with anyone. the last thing that was on his mind was actually pursuing a sexual or romantic relationship.
along with his trauma, he just wasnât comfortable with any of that.
ghosted so many people..
couldnât flirt for more then five minutes, just stopped feeling it or got uncomfortable .
I AM ANTI ARKHAM KNIGHT BEING A SEX GOD
not that heâs horribly awkward, but heâs noticeably a bit more quiet for first times.
ofc this man has watched porn nâ shit but hes smart enough to know thats not what its really like.
heâll still figure it, what makes you tic, what you love, what makes you most comfortable.
kinda shitty at dirty talk, just makes him buffer.
he gets better at it tho, too damn good
gets so snarky and confident about it too uuhgrr
late relationships hes smirking and chatting your ears off cause you know hes gettin you turnt.
he has a love-hate relationship with his scars. 95% they remind him of his past, but 5% hes alright with them because theyâve shown what hes been through.
deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, he knows hes fine as fuck. TRUST YALL.
again, super observant and attentive. really pays attention to what you enjoy.
I genuinely donât believe hes into super hardcore/painful kinks or anything.
Sex for him is definitely a way of showing his trust and intimacy with someone!! Let him show you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you feel good! Do the same to him !!
mmm tell him how good hes doing and hes a absolute mess!!
praise him! PRAISE HIM *im yelling from the hospital bed im strapped down on*
wouldnât let you ride for awhile, but once heâs comfortable with it ,, heâs actually obsessed.
cant see him bottoming , just wouldnât be comfortable with it
my brain is getting messy so im stopping here! feedback and comments would be cool if you wanna drop some!
#jason todd#jason peter todd#jason todd x reader#arkham knight x reader#arkham knight#arkham knight smut#jason todd smut#jason todd headcanon#arkham knight headcanon#jason todd hc#red hood x reader#red hood smut
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So in talking about Halsin being excited to hold his first baby, I thought it would be fun to write a little hc piece about all the gang holding your baby for the first time. This is more them just being a friend of yours, rather than being the partner.
Baldur's Gate 3 - The Gang Meeting Your Baby For the First Time
Karlach - Thereâs a whole exaggerated tiptoe thing as she walks into the room, though sheâs not very quiet as sheâs practically vibrating with excitement and carrying gifts, just so many gifts, gifts for you, gifts for your partner, gifts for the baby, gifts for the healers. âOh⌠my⌠gods!â sheâll whisper on seeing the baby. âTheyâre so cute! Theyâre so small and cute!â Sheâll grab anyone nearby so theyâre forced to look at the baby. âLook at them! LOOK AT HOW SMALL AND CUTE THEY ARE! I just want to squish their tiny, little face.â Oh absolutely wants to hold the baby. If you want a break at any time Auntie K will be there!
Gale - Has to have a healer help him through the door because heâs carrying a load of books. Heâll greet you first and see how youâre doing before having a look at the baby. âOh, theyâre lovely, congratulations to you both.â Morena Dekarios has already sent a small mountain of meals to your house, so you wonât have to cook or go hungry and sheâs made a little baby grow. Gale has brought what he considers âessential readingâ for the baby and gives a small lecture as to his choices. âThis concerns conjuration magic, very essential to know, even if they donât become a wizard or cleric or bardâŚâ Will definitely want to hold the baby, though heâs a bit awkward while doing so.
Astarion - He waltzes in, though is very quiet. He brings a large bouquet of flowers, some very good wine and the fanciest collection of soaps and bath paraphernalia. If someone points out he shouldâve brought something for the baby too, heâll say, âWhy? Itâs not as if they care or can lodge a complaint!â Heâll inspect the baby with pursed lips, then give a little shrug and say, âWell, I'll hand it to you, darling, thatâs a surprisingly cute baby. You know how usually babies are ugly, wrinkled potato looking things and you have to lie and pretend they donât look like that. That one is actually quite endearing, so well done on making a rather pretty baby.â Does not want to hold the baby.
Halsin - Absolutely beaming when he walks through the door. Heâs carved a whole little wooden menagerie for the baby and also brought some healing potions and herbal teas to bring back your strength. Definitely has heart shaped eyes whilst looking at your baby and really wants to hold them, but doesnât want to overstep your boundaries. Heâll instead gently murmur to them, stroke their little cheek and their belly. âSilvanusâ blessings upon you, little one.â Heâll smile at you. âThey are perfect, congratulations.â The baby loves being held by him, they are out like a light as soon as heâs holding them against his chest, slightly rocking them and mumbling a lullaby.
Laeâzel - Her attention is mostly on you, after all you just went through the toughest battle known to your kind and given the baby is healthy, alive and sleeping, really all praise and attention should be on the mother. If your partner was there sheâd probably chastise them for not fetching you everything you needed right this second. If Xan is with her then sheâll introduce them to the baby. âThis is a baby, we are expected to tell the parents that they are cute, even if such a thing is a lie.â Sheâd probably bring a little training sword and shield. âOnce they are able to stand and walk and hold a sword, inform me, and I will begin their training. You and your child are lucky, it is an honour to receive the training the Githyanki do.â Doesnât want to hold the baby, but if Xan is interested then she may relent.
Wyll - Perfect guest, he does not stay too long, but gives attention to everyone and brings food, a well chosen toy and a lovely woven shawl for you. He doesnât want to overload you with gifts and says if thereâs anything he can do to help around your house, be it cleaning, mending or gardening, he will be there. With your say so he holds the baby and smiles as they grip tightly onto his little finger. âThey are a fine little boy/girl.â He actually speaks to the baby âWhen you are bigger I shall tell you all that we and your mother did. Defending Baldurâs Gate, fighting Ansur the dragon, defeating the Dead Three and the Netherbrain. I am sure you will not believe it, but it is so.â Heâs very comfortable holding the baby.
Shadowheart - She is so nervous and probably would prefer to wait for you to be back home, rather than coming to see you in a hospital. She doesnât want to overcrowd you. She may even be a little apprehensive in asking how you are and while she asks if the birth was alright, sheâs not sure if she wants to know the answer. But she does bring a beautiful babyâs mobile with a crescent shaped moon and stars carved out of crystal, so the light can glimmer on them and cast rainbows about the room. She surprisingly relaxes when she does get to hold the baby. âOh, youâre quite lovely, arenât you?â
#karlach#bg3 karlach#lae'zel#bg3 lae'zel#astarion#bg3 astarion#astarion ancunin#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#halsin#bg3 halsin#halsin silverbough#wyll ravengard#bg3 wyll#shadowheart#bg3 shadowheart#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii
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Bucky Barnes x Chubby!Reader imagine
It had been really difficult to blow Bucky off each time he asked to hang out. In fact it had been really difficult to ignore the whole friendship group. If you went out with Steve, no doubt Bucky would be there. If you went out with Nat, no doubt Bucky would hear and ask you to meet him the following day. The same goes for Sam, Wanda and, fuck it, even Tony.
So you all but secluded yourself in your room. Which wasn't your choice really but your boyfriend Alex hadn't taken kindly to your close relationship with another man. He wasn't convinced that even though you two grew up together you could be 'just friends'. And to his credit he wasn't really wrong. You had harboured a fat crush on your closest friend for a while but it was unrequited and then Alex came into your life and he was the first guy who actually showed an interest in you. It wasn't something you were used to in the slightest. Being friends with beauties like Natasha and Wanda you were often looked over by those not in the friend group but Alex had sought you out.
So here you were, on a Saturday, missing out whatever fun shenanigans were going on. Scrolling through various apps in your pjs like a party animal.
A knock at your door startled you out of mindlessly scrolling.
You sat yourself up and hoped to god you weren't nose blind and the room smelt okay.
"I'm decent." You joked.
The door opened and the very person you were avoiding ducked his head in. Fuck Bruce. You had told him not to let anyone in.
"Oh my god. You're alive." He joked back shutting the door behind himself. Bucky sauntered into your room, with the same swagger he always had, plonking himself down on your bed.
Not sure what to say in response, you go to the diplomatic, "You okay?"
He gives you a half shrug and leans backwards. "Missing my partner in crime. Thought I'd visit you."
You merely nod in reply.
This is the first ever awkward silence you and Bucky had sat through. It spread out horribly, stretching until you gave a very fake cough. Hoping any noise would solve it. It didn't.
"Right, okay, just go straight to the point." Bucky muttered. "Look, why are you avoiding me, angel? What did I do?"
Bucky's gaze was always piercing but today the intensity winded you. Why were you avoiding him?
There was no use lying anymore. You'd used up all your excuses anyway. You couldn't be sick again or have work again you just needed to tell him. He deserves honesty. "Alex isn't our biggest fan."
"Yeah, I knew that." Bucky chuckled. "I just didn't realise his dick was worth all your friends." You tutted at his crude remark. "He told me off for piggybacking you at the fair. 'she doesn't let me carry her, why are you'." His impression was eerily good.
You chuckled a little at the idea of Alex confronting Bucky. "He was not pleased that evening."
"He doesn'-" Bucky shook his head.
"Doesn't what?"
"Nothing." He ran a hand through his locks. "Where is he anyway?"
"He's at a friend's birthday."
Bucky's eyebrows were in his hairline. "And he hasn't taken you?"
This was a sore topic. But you'd been honest so far... "I didn't fit into the dress."
Now he was frowning. "What dress?"
You motioned to your wardrobe. "He brought me a dress, I've been working to get into it but."
"Been wor-" Bucky's frown somehow got deeper. "Why would he buy you a dress that doesn't fit you?"
Your mouth opened and closed but you didn't have an answer.
Bucky stomped over to the wardrobe and opened it. There was a dress resting against the door, it was enclosed in plastic so he had to unzip it. The dress was tiny. It was a little strappy thing with far too many holes. What were the holes supposed to- oh they were going to expose your sides and back.
"This i-" He turned to you. "You'd never wear this. It's not even your colour."
You couldn't agree more. "I know, it's been a little arguement between us." That was an understatement.
"I still don't understand why he brought you something that didn't fit." You shrugged but before you could respond he continued, "what's this?"
Your eyes flicked down to the pile he was caught on. "Oh, those ar- those are your hoodies."
Bucky gave you a confused face. "Bu- these are yours, angel."
You smiled sweetly at him. "Alex wasn'-"
"I don't care about him. He buys you shit that doesn't fit, he goes to parties without you, he isolates you from your friends." Bucky sat back on the bed but much closer, just by your hip. "Why are you with him?"
You didn't know. You liked him. You think you love him. But when you really think of it, you don't know. You're not any happier with him than if you weren't. Sometimes he says things and you feel fat in a bad way. You'd be the first to say you weren't thin but the way he says it makes you feel wrong. "He's the first guy to actually show an interest in me, I suppose at first I enjoyed it but when you say it like that."
"He is not the first guy to show you an interest." Bucky shook his head in disbelief. "You're gorgeous."
You rolled your eyes. "Thanks. But when I'm out with the gang I'm not really being looked at."
"You are." Bucky vowed. "I- people do look at you. I-I sometimes don't like the way they look at you and maybe I dance with you and maybe I take you on the Ferris wheel."
Why wouldn't he like the way they looked at you? Your brows pulled. "The way they look at me?"
"Like you're just a quick fuck." He instantly regretted that. "No, they look at you with lust but I know they would leave. They wouldn't treat you right. They wouldn't care for you." His eyes were bright and honest. He wasn't embarrassed by his confession.
You had nothing. No response. What could you say that wouldn't betray the crush? You didn't still like him, no, well ... When he looked at you like that...
"Come on." He clapped a hand on your knee. "Get changed let's get pizza." The look on your face must've shown your obvious debate. "I don't care if you don't fit into that dress, you look like you haven't eaten anything good in ages."
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TF2 Mercs x M!Reader || How the Mercs Jerk Off +18
minors dni and get blocked
ambiguous genitals for Pyro
Scout
The stereotypical setup of "makes a night of it" sometimes only to end up frantically fucking his fist 10 minutes later as he gasps out your name breathlessly.
Most of the time though his man is a horny mess. Sneaks off to jack off frequently (like 2/month).
Has jerked off in the showers before but prefers his bedroom to relieve himself.
HUUUGE on fantasies. Always talking to himself and imagining you in various ways. His favorite is imagining you blowing him.
Usually lasts a short amount of time, but can recover extremely quickly.
Pyro
Oh. My. God. This is the HORNIEST mf alive when they're lucid. Yeah, they're a little awkward about how close they get to you, but everyone shrugs it off as them being socially unaware.
You smell so amazing to them, the smell of you looks so pretty to them in their head because of their synesthesia. Has embarrassingly gotten off to the colors and feeling of your voice and smell.
Your voice is a calming purple to them with a gentle rumbling against the bottom of their mind, the sound feels a sort of comfortable chilling ironically.
They refuse to do anything outside of their safe space- hell, considering that nobody even knows if Pyro needs to jerk off-
It HAS to be: right vibes, 3 am, locked door, calming smell candles, windows shut, etc etc
Soldier
Has a love/hate relationship with jerking off, he sees it as manly and masculine to release urges, but also weak to indulge himself in base desires.
A manly man thinking of another manly man like yourself? Well technically that's twice the amount of men. At first he assumed he was jealous of your physique, but then he drempt of you on top of him right about to push your-BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEEEEEP 0600 SOLDIER TIME TO WORK
Awkward boners are his specialty, excusing himself to "go oversee the maggots" when you flex a particularily nice deadlift.
Less private than Pyro but still prefers a more private setting like in the woods, a bathroom stall, or just a spot he deemed far away enough from everyone else.
Most embarrassed about wet dreams where he can actually get off in his dreams, deeming that day "surprise laundry inspection/washing day"
Demo
He's pretty lax about jerking off to be honest, has probably drunkenly teased you about you should be careful about how often you keep your shirt off.
"Ey laddie, careful showin' those pecs around! Cannae imagine you'd like a man eyein' those tits of yours!" Of course it was a joke, you two were close like that. of course he was just teasing you.
Oh god he wanted to fuck your pecs. Unabashedly staring at your chest he imagined how nice his dick would look in-between your pecs, maybe scrunched against a tight wifebeater too oh fuck-
Reletively respectful of everyone's decentcy and only relieves himself either in his room or in the empty showers at 4 in the morning. He's probably only been caught once but never agains after that.
Cums a lot, that's why he prefers the shower wanks to quickly wash away the evidence.
Engie
This man is so fucking ashamed of touching himself to thoughts of you- much like he would be about thinking of anyone. He's got such a huge shame surrounding the whole thing but the evil voice in his head only made him strangely harder.
He imagined you wakling in on him as he whispered out your name and you shaming him as you slide up behind him as your hand wraps around his jerking him off all while telling him just how much of a pervert he is.
This man has the biggest undiscovered humiliation kink god it's so fucking pathetic (i deeply desire him)
Has jerked off in his workshop multiple times with the door deadbolted shut and a drill running to hide what he's doing.
Honestly prefers the feel of vaseline/nonsexy lube on his dick and it's a lot less suspicious to have that around.
Heavy
Doesn't often feel the need due to how high alert he is.
When Heavy is at ease he's more bearlike and chill rather than a hotblooded, horny-brained mess. When he does actually touch himself, he is extremely quiet in his bedroom and quick about the whole ordeal.
Has a nasty "habit" of thinking of you. He assumes it's because you're actually nice to him and he's not been around a woman in god knows how long. You're not womanly-like in the slightest but Heavy likes to think about his hands on your hips as he makes you whine.
Feels a stinging sense of guilt afterwards but generally shrugs the feeling off. It's not really such a bad thing if he keeps it to himself and keeps everything professional, right?
Sniper
I wrote a fic about how I generally feel Sniper jerks it here but I'll rephrase it here as a TLDR
This man is really fucking weird about jerking off to you. He HAS stolen something of yours to smell and fantasize with and if given the chance he WILL steal again.
HUGE scent kink and voyeur/creeping kink kind of like Engie in a way where he wants you to call him out on his bullshit.
Probably the most unprofessional about it. He has fondled himself as he watched you through his scope during battle and he will do it again.
Pretty quick ordeal overall to keep himself sane. He jacks off often and quickly to keep a baseline sense of sanity (pre-nut insanity is a thing and his diagnosis is terminal RIP)
Medic
Honestly I headcanon Medic not feeling a need to masturbate. His lust for you oozes out in his operations in some sort of gorey satisfaction in operations on the team. (think like, the taboo passion of physically rearranging someone's guts gets him off in a weird way.)
This isn't to say he gets sexually aroused by his experiments, it's just that the excitement of the thrills get cross-wired in his brain. When you drop your shirt on the floor to prep for an operation his dick twitches in his pants but that's literally it.
Flirts with you on the operating table <3
The only time he's actually masturbated is for experiements. (One was if he could create life without an egg and the second was to see how much cum could a healthy man extract out of him.)
Spy
This man is so hoity-toity about getting off it's almost a pain to write. It's an actual whole night for him. It starts with a nice bath with oils more expensive than your paycheck, then a professional massage, then a calming cigarette mixed with some top-grade cannabis in either a blunt or in a nice dessert. THEN FINALLY he lays himself down onto his pretty little bed and fucks himself.
And even then Spy has a routine to jerking off to really indulge himself. He starts slow and gentle with teasing touches that go lower and lower until he's strained against the fluffy bathrobe he is cuddled in.
Imagines you riding him a lot, but if he's in the mood to bottom, he slowly fucks himself with a pretty nice vibrator as he imagines you fucking him as your dick brushed against his prostate in the most delicious of ways.
This man is convinced that every other merc assumed that he gets too many bitches to need to masturbate and he fully intends to keep that assumption alive and well.
#tf2#team fortress 2#fanfiction#tf2 x reader#tf2 scout#tf2 soldier#tf2 demoman#tf2 engineer#tf2 heavy#tf2 pyro#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#tf2 spy#sniper x reader#medic x reader#spy x reader#demoman x reader#engineer x reader#heavy x reader#scout x reader#soldier x reader#pyro x reader#tf2 x male reader#tf2 mercs x male reader#tf2 mercs#tf2 smut#prettyboypistol#prettyboy pistol
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â kĂśnig relationship headcanons
rating; sfw and nsfw
warnings: nsfw, virginity, this is just filthy and not really edited and a spew of random disconnected thoughts
a/n; oh my actual god tysm for 1k+ likes on my ghost drabble i did NOT expect any attention so thank youđ
to get in a relationship with this guy you def had to make the first move, heâs too shy to do anything
(iâll prob make separate headcanons w him pining over you tbh)
but once you ARE in a relationship? man
his severe social anxiety manifests in a way that just makes him really awkward. likeđ§
clingiest boyfriend alive, mf like 6â10 250 lbs clinging to your arm when u go in public and asking you to order for him
doesnât know what to do with himself when youâre not there. you leave and he just waits for you to come back.
he just loves you so much, heâs not stupid by all means but youâre the one that thinks for him and heâs happy w that arrangement
likes when you refer to him as big guy or esp YOUR big guy bc yes. he is a big guy. thanks for noticing :)
while he couldnât be a sniper bc of his size, there are some perks to his height. namely scaring the ever loving fuck out of any guy he may be jealous of
heâs not vocal and much too shy to really do anything but he will stand over your shoulder vaguely threateningly glaring at the guy.
heâs incredibly easy to fluster, part of the reason he likes wearing a mask is because you wonât be able to see how easy it is to make him blush
this is heightened in public places, because of his shy nature any type of pda drives him crazy and he gets wound up very quickly
gently touch his arm or chest when talking to him, put a hand on his shoulder or thigh when laughing, get his attention touching the back of his neck, literally any of the tamest touch will have his face and ears all hot and red.
not just touching him, either, just existing as hot as you are in his presenceďżź makes him stiff.
doesnât talk a lot in general, and i donât think that changes in bed. heâs a quiet person, so treasure the groans you do get to hear
down so horrendous
everyone knows the quiet guys are the hung ones
and man is he PACKIN
i hope you have a size kink because everything about him is huge, from his stature to his muscles to his cock
iâm thinking upwards of 8 inches, insanely thick and a deep reddish color, tip color #b3505e
due to his anxiety and quiet nature, he has had extremely little experience with relationships and sex. he was bullied in school, and i canât imagine him having a lot of practice before meeting you
my little meow meow so easily flustered and blushing bright red the whole time
his thoughts are probably âoh my god oh fuck wow holy oh my god oh my godâ and he canât form any real sentences or coherent thoughts
probably busts prematurely and then heâs so embarrassed, would freak out about it until you calm him down and tell him itâs okay
then heâd make it up to you
what heâs lacking in experience he makes up for with eagerness, heâs a fast learner and attentive to detail
gives AMAZING head. once he learns how you like it itâs over for you. has his head buried between your thighs for hours, and his tongue in combination with thick fingers splitting you open will have your legs shaking and you crying
if you ever donât want to sit on his face for fear of hurting him or hover above instead of putting your weight on him he looks at you like >:((
leans towards the submissive side, will do anything you want him to do and is down to experiment
when it comes to what HE wants tho⌠he is much too shy to ask to try stuff out it takes a lot of courage u might need to infer some things
enjoys being submissive the majority of the time but there are times when he gets so wound up and desperate heâll just take you how he wants (lord have mercyâŚ)
in these situations i imagine itâs probably been a bit since youâve last had the chance to be⌠intimate. naturally you take it upon yourself to tease him whenever given the chance, trying your hardest to make him blush
he also has an extremely high sex drive, heâs an absolute beast of a man and can go for 2-3 rounds without break. just crazy amounts of stamina and strength. this in combination with you teasing him means youâre really in for it the second you have some alone time
no matter how much you weigh he could pick you up and handle you like a rag doll. he is HUGE and insanely strong as previously mentioned
in conclusion just big and strong and very much loving and protective in his own weird đ§ way
**these will be elaborated on soon trust i plan on doing nsfw alphabets for the whole task force + my boy
masterlist
#my little meow meow#!my stuff#konig x reader#call of duty#call of duty x reader#kĂśnig#kĂśnig x reader
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landonorris i dont even know how y/n is alive rn
logansargeant fr I don't even remember getting back to the horel its_y/n_love I DRAK TEQUILA FOR YOUR UNGRAEEFUL ASS SMH arthur_leclerc WHY AM I IN A SHOPING CAT??? oscarpiastri why are we sleeping on the road?
its_y/n_love damn slide 5 logsn stole my bikch đĽ
oscarpiastri more importantly why am i little spoon? hello? logansargeant cause I'm built diffrnt đ¤
maxverstappen Never get them near alcohol. ever again.
charlesleclerc atleast you didn't have to CLIMB UP A BUILDING TO GET ARTHUR AND LOGAN OKAY maxverstappen THATS BECAUSE Y/N AND OSCAR KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE ROAD!!
alex_albon ... why am i crying im slide 4
oscarpiastri cause you weer flirting witn lily and she told you shee had a bf alex_albon understandable
username omg not them drunk answering in the comments đ
username ong what did they drink ?!?!?1 username tequila apparently username girl ain't no tequila doin all that
username WE FINALLY FOUND HER GUYS
username lando.jpg coming in clutch đŞ username not her endangering the driver's life by sleeping on the road and pushing arthur in a shopping cart đ username fr like this isn't funny they should stop being friends with her look what Max and Charles said username can yall leave the poor girl alone! they're all adults it was their friends first point ofc they're gonna party ion see yall saying shit abt max and his redbull parties đ¤¨
After your wild night, it was Oscar who came through first, groaning at the awkward position he was sleeping in, his neck sore with a horribly tough and warm pillow under it. He tried shoving it off but was only met with soft groans and a 'fucking stop', well that was enough to wake up the Aussie.
He turned around to be face-to-face with his childhood best friend, he let out a small yelp and pushed himself off the small sofa they were sharing, waking up the others.
"Oh my god, please shut up," came the hoarse voice of his friend Y/n, from the other side of the bed, on which Alex was the only one sleeping, his phone still on Facetime with his girlfriend, Lily.
As Y/n began pulling herself up, a deep Monganesque voice protested, "Y/n, stop moving," making the young woman's eyes widen as she pulled her hand away from the shirtless f2 driver's chest.
"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" She asked looking at the boy still lying down on the floor, head clutched in his hands, "actually, Albon, why don't you have your shirt either?" she asked pulling herself up and lending her hand to the struggling boy next to her.
"I can answer that," came a woman's garbled voice through Alex's phone making him jump up to grab it, "Arthur fell off the bed onto you and when you pushed him off he used his shirt as a pillow," 'oh, that's why my ribs hurt' the younger woman thought, throwing a look at her friend, "and Alex was 'literally on fire and going to kill whoever messed with the AC'" she said with air quotes, making her boyfriend turn red.
"Thanks, Lily, I'll call you later, love you." he spoke and cut the call, "Remind me to never ever drink with the four of you again."
"Oscar, you kick in your sleep," Logan complained as he sat up, exploring all the black and blue bruises on his body, "why do we look like we were in a fight club?" he asked out loud making the others look at themselves.
Oscar had a few scratches on his knees and arms, Arthur had bruises and scratches littered all across his palms and hands and a nasty hand-sized bruise on his back, Y/n had a swollen nose, with a deep-ish cut along her eyebrow, the only unscathed on was Alex.
They all got dressed not bothering to change, knowing whose room they were in and walked to the private buffet that had been set up for the driver staying in the hotel, courtesy of Paris Hilton's soft spot for Lando.
As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Lando, smiling and laughing as he recorded with his phone.
"Merde, I'm going to die, shut the lights," the youngest Leclerc said as he threw himself on the chair, closest to him, letting his head fall back. Y/n was next to accept the defeat of being conscious, sitting and immediately letting herself slump over her head smacking the wooden table with a loud thud, the woman would have been hurt if Logan hadn't moved his hand under her face, letting it bear the brunt of the impact. The blonde wasn't in any better shape, throwing one of the table napkins on his face to block out all light and noise. Oscar was the last to sit, simply clutching his head in his hands, almost pulling out his hair, at the massive headache he had.
Soon after, the unwilling babysitters followed, scowling at the sight of the supposed adults who were in no condition to be awake.
"All four of you, delete my number from your phone," the Dutchman spoke as he sat down next to his British friend, "eighty-two calls of all of you singing Barbie girl at 2 IN THE MORNING," he yelled slightly making the four whine.
"Please for the love of god shut up," the Aussie spoke up surprising the three sober men.
"Arthur mate, what did you all drink?" his brother asked laughing.
"Last I remember were the shots," he answered in broken French and English.
"So you don't remember when you all ran out of the club and went to Costco?" Lando spoke with a smirk, "And Y/n pushed Arthur around in the parking lot in the shopping carts,"
"What?" the pair asked, the girl sitting up, letting the blonde take back his hand.
"Oh, that is not even the worst part," Charles continued, "You and Oscar stole traffic cones, put them over your head and began tackling each other, and slept on the road," he chuckled making the duo look at each other with wide eyes.
"Oh and let's not forget when Logan and Arthur climbed up a building," he said knudging the brunette next to him. The two in question looked sheepishly at the older men and back onto the table.
"I am never going to drink, ever again," Y/n groaned as she tried to keep her eyes open.
"Yeah right, let's see you in Vegas," The youngest Leclerc sniped, making the girl throw the napkin of Logan's face on Arthur.
"Hey, guys," Lando called out bringing everyone's attention to him, the six waited as Lando's eyes widened and widened, "WHY IS THERE A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHARGE ON OSCAR'S COMPANY CARD?!"
oof this one was long af đ but I hope yall like how chaotic the boys get when they're with Y/n, cause we menaces frfr.
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ŕź âš Ë. Yan!Enki and Ragnvaldr x reader đ¸ď¸
CW: Obsessive behaviour, guilt tripping (Enki being Enki), depiction of violent urges, being tied up, bloodplay, biting, borderline cannibalism as a love metaphor, friends to one-sided enemies, slightly suggestive.
Enki never thought of himself as the affectionate type, never has and never will, but when it comes to you, oh that smile of yours, those bruised limbs from the dungeon struggles, that strong will you could consider contagious; he yearned for it all, for it to belong to him.
Those thoughts keep buzzing around in his head whilst he reads and reads on the dirty library within the main hall, while you were right next to him, looking at his irritated expression with shaky pupils and an unsteady breath. He couldnât focus with you like this, or him filled with so many thoughts by that matter.
âi canât focus with you staring at me like thatâ Enki scowls. âyou know, you should appreciate that i brought you here with me, and sharing my knowledge with you in the first placeâ. Those words make you feel like youâre pouring salt on a wound, but Enki has no ill intentions whatsoever, at least in his point of view.
You decide you look down in and stay silent, but your action is interrupted by a lanky hand grabbing your face by the cheeks, making you look up at the priestâs hollow eyes. âtch. canât believe one can be so ungratefulâ again with the foul words. He has always been the mysterious type, but this behaviour towards you was new. He has drawn sigils nearby every exit to prevent you from leaving, and still he wonât say a word unless it is to complain. He grabs your face tighter and frowns, mumbling to himself. âWhy is it that youâŚ.â
What you donât understand is heâs doing this out of pure fear. Not fear of losing, or death, or violence or whatever one could be thinking about, but fear of the feeling that creeps up to his head every time he glances at you. He wants to hold you, to grab you so tight he invades the cavities of your body and rips your heart out, to treasure it like a gem. He wants to kiss you until your skin wears out, and to know your every emotion. Love, he thinks, is something he wasnât meant to feel. And so he doesnât know how to behave, lost in a maze made from his own insecurities.
He sighs, trying to remember what those cheesy romance novels he read as a kid told. Enki, still with your face in his hand, plants his dry lips against yours, lapping them with an awkward lick. He looks at your shocked expression. âYou donât seem disgusted.â He mutters. âI assume that is one of the reasons why i put up with your whining.â He continues, acting all tough and indifferent as if his heart wasnât jumping out of his chest. That kiss, if you could call it one, made everything click in his head. He needs you to be by his side at all times, to channel his insanity and transfuse it into passion. All he wanted right now from the overwhelming emotions that engulfed him, was to tear your skin apart, to pulverise your bones and carry you around like his personal doll. Youâre his; the Gods predetermined you two meeting in the hellhole this dungeon is, to save each other, and stay together forever.
âYouâre awfully quiet today. I hope you stay like this and follow my orders while weâre in here, or iâll break your legs and drag you around.â He had this threatening aura around him as these words spewed out his mouth. But it wasnât with an ill intent, no? He loved you after all, he thinks so at least.
All this was for your own good, he convinces himself; you need him to stay alive, otherwise youâd be mutilated on the floor for the guards to take pleasure with already. So of course you love him, you have to. And he loves you too, for the rest of eternity.
Even an outlander such as Ragnvaldr has felt love once, but he has also felt sorrow, rage and pain. Those former emotions that haunted him still haunt him now, and are very present in his actions. Alas here he was, covered in blood from head to toe. Itâs hard to see which is the enemyâs and which is his own.
The dungeon remains radio silent for the first time in possibly decades, or even centuries. The guards were no more, and so were the lizardmen, yellow mages, cave dwellers, a man who seemed to become a God, and the list goes on. He killed them all. His revenge has been fulfilled, so what now? It was only you and him traversing the passageways and bloody pits that kept him entertained.
Ah, thatâs right. You. Youâre a nice one to be with, arenât you? So kind of you to stay by his side while he tainted the walls red, while his bloodlust was satiated. You were like a little lost dog always stepping on your tail, grabbing onto the outlanderâs cape to encourage yourself to take another step. And he enjoys that a lot, the fact that youâre always latched to him made him feel the same about you, craving your touch and presence at all times.
So here you were, in a dark, musty room with your arms and legs tied up with your own torn clothing. The humid cold breeze hit the cuts and wounds decorating your body, making you flinch. But what makes you straight up wince is the sound of echoed steps coming closer. It was Ragnvaldr, the man who saved you countless times and you developed a bond with, who now looked at you over your shoulder.
âIâm glad youâre alright while i was out. I found some resources.â He says while crouching next to you. âHere, i got you some breadâ You look at him numbly as he pulls out a piece of bread, surprisingly in a fairly good state. âOpen upâ He directs the piece to you mouth but it remains sealed tight, refusing whatever he gave you. Youâd rather starve than accept what the man you used to trust with your life provided. He however wasnât having it, looking at you with a light frown and pressing the fingers of his free hand against your lips. Without saying a word, he pushes until his fingers enter your warm mouth, opening it with spit coating his hand. With that, he tears a piece of the bread and puts it between your palate and jaw, forcing you to chew on it.
âSee? it wasnât that hardâŚyou need to eat or you will die here, cold and in pain.â He says as if nothing was wrong. Ever since some time ago, could be weeks or days, you lost count at this point, the outlander has been acting out of his mind. At first you thought the insanity of the dungeon got to him, but he reassured you he was okay, that if you were there with him everything was okay. He killed the monsters in gruesome ways, tearing their tendons out with his teeth and crushing their heads with a stomp. It was like he was letting out emotions he didnât want to go through, and now they all burst out onto an obsessive love and overprotection.
He loves you so much, he really does. So much that he starts shaking while looking at his fingers full of spit, embracing you tightly with his nails damaging your exposed back. It stung. His embrace got tighter, and tighter, much like a snake that caught its prey. He wasnât letting go, his shaking getting heavier and laboured breathing leaving his mouth. âi love you.â he says. âi love you, i love youâ He just keeps on repeating the same sentence over and over, that is until he, without a single thought in his head, bites down hard on your collarbone. You let out a hiss and try to push him off, but heâs too heavy. He just keeps gnawing and clenching his jaw around the bony appendage, so much that blood falls much like the tears around your eyes.
âIt hurtsâŚ.â You manage to let out. But heâs not listening. Much like a hound he has gone absolutely feral, embracing your entirety with his bulky body. His hands claw onto your spine leaving marks, and his legs are wrapped around your waist. He lets go, and switches to your neck, biting just as hard. Like he was starving he licks the blood away, no kisses and no passion put into it, just pure desperation. After protesting more and more the pain just numbs out with the rest, and you decide to relax, and stay in his arms while he devours you away. âi love youâ he says, and your mind goes blank.
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