#any extroverts out there that wanna hit up a museum with me?

[glorious-destruction]

no one talks about how weird it is to be a dark academic but also an extrovert. like I want to go to art museums and wander around aimlessly, but I want to have someone beside me when I do it.

[bedtimebrain]

EXO Chanyeol: Oppa?

First Chanyeol Scenario! And have you heard his ‘Without You’ ? Damn it got me stunned when i listened, i didnt know it was going to be the one by Mariah Carey. I mean ofc chanyeol doesn’t speak perfect English but what can get more attractive than him playing the electric guitar😭 His film’s gna be released globally soon, wish him the best! 

Also I took so long to write this, that by the time i’m done, he has enlisted:,) Sigh, Chanyeol, see you the 27th of every month!

Characters: Chanyeol x reader

You caught Chanyeol’s attention, but… You’re not so into rowdy guys. How will it turn out?

Ding Dong!

You were outside EXO’s dorm with a bottle of Cola. You didn’t really know EXO, in fact you only actually knew Jongin. The story goes where one night you saw a really sick man swaying side to side along the streets. Being the nice and kind soul you were, you went up to help. And that person turns out to be jongin, which at that point you didn’t know was an EXO member until much later when your friend showed you an EXO poster.

You helped him to the apartment building and you left your number with him out of worry because he insisted he head up alone. After that you guys somewhat became friends. And ever since you knew he was a celebrity, you occasionally ran errands for him just to save him some trouble.

‘Annyeong y/n! Thanks for buying the cola!’

‘Sure Jongin oppa! I’ll be leaving then !’

‘WAIT!!!’

Just as you were about to leave, a shout came from inside the house 

‘Annyeong Jongin Chingu! Are you free? Wanna join us? I wanted to play a 2v2 switch game but we are short of 1 person. THERE’S PIZZA HERE TOO, ARE YOU INTERESTED?!’

Honestly, you haven’t even spoken once with chanyeol but here he is, trying to aggressively convince you to play games together. Not exactly an extrovert yourself, that overpowering energy was quite a turn off for you. You raised a brow at Jongin, trying to ask him to get you out of this situation

‘Erm.. Actually, i...’ In your mind ran a 1000 different thoughts on what’s the best way to politely reject this but you just couldn’t think of any, just then jongin finally cut in, only to say

‘Yeh come join us! It’s going to be fun, plus I’m sure you haven’t eaten dinner too’

Although you were a still a little reluctant, you relented for the sake of Jongin and entered the house. Seeing Sehun was also in the house, you both greeted each other politely and you proceed to sit quietly by the dining table. 

‘LET’S EAT QUICK CANT WAIT TO TRY THE NEW GAME’ Chanyeol just sounded overly excited about this. 

Over dinner, Chanyeol in particular was really friendly with you, probably just trying to make you feel comfortable as he tried to get to know you. But after a while, the conversation floats back to him talking about himself. You weren’t complaining though.

‘Okay so that day..’ Chanyeol begun his 5th or 6th anecdote during the dinner but couldn’t stop laughing before he could even get started on it.

He was laughing so hard he started hitting jongin beside him and his exaggerated movements actually hit the table so hard it toppled your coke glass over onto you

‘oh my gawd!’ you reacted in reflex and got up immediately from your chair.

‘HYUNG! SERIOUSLY?!’ Jongin reacted with shock then laughter. He quickly passed you some tissue 

‘Let’s just clean up right now and start the games’ Sehun added calmly 

‘Y/N I’M SO SORRY. LET ME GET YOU SOMETHING TO CHANGE INTO, IM SO SORRY’ 

You could tell Chanyeol was really feeling sorry when you saw that panic in his eyes when the coke spilled. Though it’s really weird to be wearing some other guy’s clothes when you just knew him for hours, you couldn’t be possibly telling him you would only wear jongin’s and not his... So you followed him to grab something to change into 

Stepping into his room you can’t help but get abit wide eyed. His room was almost like what you would imagine a musician’s to be. Guitar, piano, bass, iMac, subwoofer etc. You were so amazed you couldn’t stop glancing around as he tries to uncover some clothes from the depths of his cabinet.

Finally finding it, chanyeol turned around and caught how your face literally wrote ‘amazement’,  he couldn’t help but laughed beneath his breath before handing a sweater to you.

‘Why do you look so amazed? Your expression made it look like you just walked into a museum.’ Chanyeol asked

You felt embarrassed from his question and was absolutely tongue tied. Looking towards the corner of the room you caught sight of a basketball and a miniature basketball hoop. You quickly switched the topic

‘um you play basketball too?’

‘Yes I do! Like in my free time, once in a while. Outdoor activities keep me sane when I feel like I need a break, apart from jamming of course, as you can see. Why, do u play too?’

‘Oh I see, haha. And yes I play basketball too.’

‘I wasn’t expecting that! You really dont look like it though! What’s...’ before he could finish his sentence, jongin came into the room to check on you.

Breaking off that small talk with chanyeol, you changed out of your dirty top into the sweater. Sigh, the game hasn’t even started but you were almost already drained. 

—-

2 hours into the game, you were getting really really sucked out of energy. Looking at chanyeol still so engrossed in the game, you wonder how could he still remain so fired up.

Just then the bell rang and the boys looked at each other, 

‘Who’s that? Any of you got delivery ?’ Sehun asked as he walked towards the door. Looking through the peek hole before opening the door.

‘Ah Suho Hyung, why did you not open the door on your own’ Sehun asked

‘I left them in the car, too lazy to grab it. Oh, hi y/n, what you doing here?’

Feeling really tired now, your honesty got the better of you and you replied without thinking 

‘Hi Suho-ssi, I got called to play some games, but now i’m stuck here’

‘Ya, you punks , it’s really late now you know. It’s way past 1030, Y/N still needs to walk home. Just shut off the game right now.

And Chanyeol didn’t you say you were meeting your high school friends tonight?’

At this Chanyeol loudly cursed then exclaimed

‘AH RIGHT I FORGOT! I GOT TO GET CHANGED NOW’ 

Phew, Suho surely is a life savior. More than happy to be out of this situation, you quickly packed your stuff and thanked the boys

‘I’ll be leaving, thanks for having me today and the free pizza.I had fun. Jong-in oppa please tell Chanyeol ssi i’ll wash his sweater before returning to him.’

At the same time chanyeol came out from his room hastily,

‘Y/N wait for me! Let’s leave together!’

You would have preferred having some quiet time by yourself right now, but you didn’t want to make things awkward by saying no. Seeing how Chanyeol got comfortable with people so quickly was beyond your understanding.

You were always took really long to warm up to new people unless you could really click with them, just like jongin.

‘Ah thanks for waiting, let’s go! Where do you stay? Is it near?’

Trying your best at a comfortable and casual tone, you replied ‘Uh yes it’s just about 5 to 10 minutes away if I walk. Where you going to?’

‘Oh just meeting my friends for supper. Let me walk you home since it’s not too far, anyway my friends are still on the way

So you were saying you play basketball do u watch nba or something ? What position do you play’ Chanyeol naturally strike a conversation with you

‘I DONT really follow, but yeh I check out the highlights and stuff. I play the Center position’

‘SERIOUS?! YOU’RE NOT VERY BUILT FOR A CENTER!’ You must be really good then!’ Chanyeol seemed to genuinely be amazed 

Chuckling a little, you just shrugged and said

‘Erm yeh but the coach just thinks I’m pretty tough I guess.’

‘Oh and i heard from jong-in you didn’t know EXO until recently, so what music do you like ?’

Feeling a little self conscious about the fact that a musician is here asking you bout your music taste, you answered hesitantly

‘ R&B, acoustics, ballads , those sort? Ed Sheeren , AKMU and some other English oldies’

‘Then do you know ‘Without you’ by Mariah Cary? I’ve been listening to it lately and it’s been stuck in my head!’

Laughing at how random that was, you softly started singing along with him as he started. 

At this hour of the day, at about 11 pm your mind isn’t too functional to overthink, you felt like you were loosening up towards him. Though he was a little too over enthusiastic and animated, you somehow liked that he seemed to have this innocence to him.

Just as your short jam ended, you have also reached your apartment

‘I’ve reached! Thanks for walking me back. Bye, drive safely later!’

You flashed a smile, bowed politely and was ready to head in, but chanyeol actually called out before you could head off

‘y/n! Wanna exchange numbers? We could go shoot some hoops at arcade someday or just ball.’

You were not too keen actually, wanting to just keep your relationship with him as simply acquaintances.  Thinking bout how to put the rejection across nicely , you said

‘Oh, thanks for offering. But I’m really not a night person . And you know, you guys being EXO and got to be stealthy , everything goes on at night. Really not my thing though, I don’t think we can ever match a time.’

But turns out he was more insistent than you thought

‘Oh then I could invite you for games or a jam session ! I wouldn’t say we have exactly similar tastes in music but I do like the music you listen to and you sound great singing!’

That made you blush a little , partly embarrassment partly being shy at his straightforward words.

‘It’s fine chanyeol-ssi, I’ll just see you at your dorm when I pass by to see Jongin oppa and return your sweater. Bye’

—-

For the next 2 weeks, you somehow got more frequent calls from Jongin to run errands for him. But when you turned up at their dorms and Chanyeol was in, he would either be the one to get the door or be inviting you in for whatever they were doing. 

Today afternoon, you were over at their dorms again, but just with jongin and chanyeol. You had bought tteokbokki and corndog for yourself and decided to buy some for EXO too, but turns out it was just the 2 that were in. 

‘ah, y/n thanks for the food. i’m going to change and leave for dance practice soon’ 

‘you’re welcome jongin oppa, i’ll leave soon too’

just as jongin headed to the room, chanyeol took the chance to ask

‘y/n are you free? Do you want to hangout together instead? Since i’m free today and you’re already here.’ Chanyeol asked expectantly. 

You were already much more comfortable with him, but together in the house? You wouldn’t even with Jongin.

‘Erm, Chanyeol-ssi, it’s okay. I’m not too comfortable staying in the house with another guy ..’ you said it hesitantly, feeling a little bad for rejecting him. 

‘Oh actually, I meant to head out, there’s this place which I thought both of us will like’

oh shucks, that was embarrassing. In an attempt to cover up your embarrassment, you laughed abit harder than you should and agreed more enthusiastic than you would normally

‘OH ! HAHA! Ok, sure then let’s go!’

Almost instantly, you saw Chanyeol’s eyes brighten up. He got up immediately got changed and you both headed out.

—

In the car ride, you finally calmed your senses down and became sane enough to realise

‘Chanyeol-ssi it’s still pretty early right? Wouldn’t you heading out with me like this be really dangerous?’

Stopping his incessant rap and singing ever since you got in his car, he replied

‘There’s this arcade I used to go to when I was a student. It’s really old now and no one really goes there anymore. It closes around 5pm everyday , but I know the boss! I’m gonna ask him to just let us use the place for a short while’

With one hand on the steering wheel, he looked at you and was bubbling with excitement as he explained. You laughed seeing how excited he was, somehow also making you look forward to the fun to come.

Being really chatty as usual, he spoke the whole ride about anything and everything, slowly without even knowing, you dozed off.

The next moment you woke up, the sun was already starting to set and you’ve both reached the arcade, which was on the second floor along a shophouse street.

It looked so rundown and shady from the outside. The signboard was unlit and had completely yellowed. The window panes were blue tainted and so dusty you could see the dust from the streets.

‘Chanyeol Ssi are you sure about this? Please don’t bring me to a haunted house’

‘Ya, trust me, you’ll be surprised’

Together you headed towards the dark staircase that led you guys to the arcade. You struggled to catch up with his pace as he went up the stairs. The narrow and unlit staircase made you so jumpy that when the lights suddenly came on, you quickly latched your hand onto chanyeol’s sleeves without thinking.

Laughing at how scared you were, chanyeol slowed down his pace, walking side by side with you instead.

‘Why you so scared! We’re reaching soon, don’t worry, it’s hella cool place!’

Not really having the capacity to respond now, you continued holding on to his sleeves until you reached the end of the stairs.

Letting go, you awkwardly said thanks and entered the arcade, finding that it was certainly better than you thought but not fantastic.

‘Lee Soo Hyung! I brought my friend here today , could you let us use for about an hour + after you close?’

‘Chanyeol ah! It’s been a while! After all these years I finally see you with a girl. Hello Agassi, why did you come here with him? Be careful he doesn’t slaughter you like how he does when he plays games with his friends’

Not knowing to whether tears of joy or sadness would fit this situation, you raised your brows at chanyeol.

‘Alright I’ll leave this place to you guys, I’ll be back in about 2 hours after I eat and run my errands’

-

2 hours passed by in a flash. And you sure had lots of fun, shooting hoops, playing Daytona, Mario kart , and even challenging him to dance on pump it up. All of which u lost rather miserably cause you were just horrendous at games.

As you both left the arcade, you thought back in realisation that you didn’t see that annoying over competitiveness today in him today. Instead it felt Chanyeol wanted to make it fun for the both of you rather than winning you.

Internally feeling a little touched about this, you thought to subtly show your gratitude by treating him later.

Walking out of the stairs to the streets, you saw Baskin Robbins just right across, below a dancing school.

‘Chanyeol ssi! Let me buy you ice cream ok! Let’s cross the road to Baskin Robbins’

‘Haha, y/n why the sudden treat? I’m not complaining though, I want Choco mint in a cone’

You went into the shop and placed the order for the ice cream. But when you came out, there was a commotion right outside the shop and realised chanyeol was in ‘trouble’. 

You panicked internally , where did the fangirls come from? They all surrounded chanyeol and were squealing and asking for pictures.

You headed back into baskin Robbins, not too sure what you should do. It’s not going to turn out well if he is seen with you.. Should you head off first? Or should you help him?

With one hand holding on nervously to the ice cream you looked intently at the situation outside, with a total mind blank.

Only about 15minutes later, you saw chanyeol managed to escape back to his car as the crowd in this secluded area eventually died down.

You didn’t head out to find him, worried that if any Fangirls were left, you would land him in trouble.

You stayed at in the shop, looking at the melted ice cream you bought for him, should you just dump this away? Do you head off yourself soon?

Just then a call came in

‘Y/N! Where are you? I’m so sorry I got caught by those dance school girls. Are you alright ? Where did you go ? In case you’re wondering, i got your number from jongin to contact you’

‘Chanyeol -ssi...? Are u ok? I’m just waiting at baskin robbins .. just head home without me, I’ll just find my way back..’ feeling still at loss about the situation, you replied with a heavy heart

‘Ah, no, just head down to the alley behind I’ll pick you up from there. This place is too secluded , I’m not going to leave you here alone’

‘But ..’

‘Just meet me there’

Feeling down and guilty that this was kind of your fault. You walked mindlessly to the alley with the half melted ice cream. If it were not for you, chanyeol wouldn’t even be heading out in the afternoon right?

As you entered the car, you kept quiet not really knowing what to say. But Chanyeol started apologising repeatedly, and telling you about the whole situation earlier

But all that ran through your mind was how risky the situation was and how bad you felt. You were still quite in shock as you processed that just happened

‘Chanyeol ssi, why did you bring me out today? Seeing that made me realise the severity of how dangerous it could have been for you if you were caught together with me.. and I can’t help but feel it’s my fault you got surrounded by those fan girls..’

Pausing before continuing, you added

‘Let’s never do this again. I’m really sorry’

‘Don’t be sorry, i am not even blaming you or anything! Plus i was the one who wanted us to hang outside together. I knew this might happen, but i still wanted to have fun with you’

‘Why Chanyeol-ssi?’

Without thinking, he answered almost immediately 

‘Because i just find you cute’ 

You blanked out completely as those words, you could feel blood rushing through your cheeks. 

You started externally processing your thoughts out of nervousness and panic

‘i know this sounds ridiculous but are you like interested in me? i know i am blushing like mad right now but im not really into loud guys. and though i had lots of fun with you just now i think you should just give up if you are even thinking of anything’ you went on rambling not even knowing what in the world you just said

He looked at you seeming to have something to say. But then looked at the messy ice cream and decided to reached for it instead.

‘thank you for this ice cream, and y/n whatever you said…honestly, can i just have 1 thing from you?’

‘uh what is it?’

‘can you just call me Chanyeol Oppa instead?’

Your heart skipped a beat at what he said and you could feel his gaze was still on you.

After a few moments of silence that hung heavy in the air, you shyly and softly asked

‘Chanyeol oppa shall we go back now?’

Still feeling shy to look at him, you stole a glance at the rear view mirror and saw Chanyeol smile the widest smile you have ever seen since you guys met. 

Finishing off the ice cream, he started the engine, ready to drive off. But before stepping the accelerator, he looked up at the rear view mirror and you both caught each other’s eyes and both looked away almost immediately smiling shyly when your eyes met briefly. 

As the car speeded off, you kept your eyes on the side view mirror, and you were glad you weren’t the only one smiling like an idiot the whole ride back. 

Was this a little boring? I read through it multiple times and can’t really tell anymore. i hope it was fun for you guys who read it for the first time~ though i must admit if i read a fanfic with such an ending i might feel lowkey unsatisfied :p

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

99, 37, 38? Ahkmenrah smut maybe? Little spice? Possible interruption?

I’ve gotten a few requests for a more dom!Ahk, so I’m gonna try that with this request—hope you like it bc I had a friggin’ blast writing it!

Warning: Lotta smut! Def NSFW!

* * * * *

“You’re just soadorable—ah!” you growled out in frustration. “I need to just … bite you,” you said as you lifted Ahkmenrah’s hand to your mouth and gently bit down on his knuckle, his eyes widening a little but his mouth pulling into a smile.

You were settled on the sofa in the break room at the museum, the TV chattering in the background while you sat, playfully perched, on your boyfriend’s thighs.

“Because your feelings overwhelm you, you must bite me?” Ahk asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.  

You laughed, kissing his knuckles before letting his hand return to its place on your hip.

“You’re just so cute, Ahk. Do you know that feeling, like when you see a kitten and you just want to hug it and squeeze it because you are so overwhelmed by its cuteness?”

“Um, I am not sure I—”

You rolled your eyes but still held your smile.

“It’s a thing, I swear. And it’s called cute aggression. Something, or in your case, someone, is so cute you just wanna squish them until you can’t squish them anymore.”

Ahkmenrah continued to puzzle through your explanation.

“So, I inspire the same feelings within you as when you see a kitten?”

“Yes!” you shouted, proud Ahk made the connection, but as you began to babble on about the cuteness of kittens, you were oblivious to the shift that overcame your boyfriend. His body began to tense as he straightened and his face smoothed out to be expressionless, his mouth drawing into a thin line.

“Y/N, I would like to go to your place,” Ahkmenrah interrupted, his tone steady and serious.

You raised your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders. This wasn’t an uncommon request when Ahkmenrah felt stifled by the museum and wanted a change of scenery or if he wanted to spend the night having slow, lazy sex with you instead of just engaging in a quick one-off somewhere around the museum.  

“Alright. And Aliyah is out for the night if you’re feeling so inclined,” you said, giving Ahk a wink as you slid off his lap while silently thanking your roommate for being such an extrovert that she was hardly ever around on the weekends.

“Let me go grab your change of clothes—"

“That will not be necessary,” Ahk cut you off as he stood and started for the exit. “Come.”

“Uhh, Ahk, are you sure you—”

But he was already gone, the door that led to the backstreet behind the museum banging shut, leaving you curious as to what caused his sudden shift in behavior.

Once you caught up with him, you tried to ask him if something was wrong, but he shrugged you off until you just stopped asking.

Even though you didn’t live far from the museum, the distance you travelled was enough for the two of you to get a fair share of chuckles and snaps of pictures, but this was New York City after all. Someone dressed in something unconventional wasn’t exactly newsworthy.

You let Ahk into your apartment and when you turned around, his body was in something you could only describe as a power stance. His legs were spread to match the width of his shoulders, his arms were crossed, and his face was an unreadable mask.

It was unbearably sexy to see him looking so … regal. The energy radiating from him made it seem as if the word were his for the taking, as if this tiny New York City apartment could barely contain him.

When he spoke, you jumped, startled from your thoughts.

“Approach me.”

The deep, powerful tone of Ahkmenrah’s command shot straight between your thighs.

You were familiar with ancient Egyptian life, having done your research once you and Ahk grew close, and it occurred to you that perhaps for the first time, you were seeing the man once revered as a god before you. Right now, thisman was not your soft and kitteny sweetheart. This was the man who was once the king of the greatest civilization in the world.

“Kneel,” Ahkmenrah commanded once you were nearly toe-to-toe.

You dropped to your knees and you became aware of your increased heartbeat as you were now face to face with Ahk’s pelvis, and at the thought of what was beneath his shendyt, your breaths became shallow and your cheeks colored with a flush of desire.

“Remove my belt.”

Your fingers acted of their own accord, unclasping the ornamental buckle and gathering the fabric as it slid from his hips.

“Untie my shendyt.”

You willed your hands to remain steady as you reached up to undo the knot. It felt like you were about to see his cock for the first time and you almost chuckled at your own nervousness.

As Ahkmenrah’s shendyt fell to the floor, you looked first at his soft cock, then up and into his eyes. His face was still an unreadable mask, but you shivered when his lips spoke the next command.

“Take me in your mouth.”

You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and another rush of warm arousal flooded you as you took his soft cock in your mouth. There was something about pressing your face into the coarse hair at the base of him, something about fitting all of him in your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue around his cock that made you feel powerful, desirable.

You felt Ahkmenrah tap the side of your cheek and you looked up.

“Open. I want to watch myself harden on your tongue.”

Another wave of arousal crashed over you as the image of you on your knees while Ahk’s cock swelled in your mouth flashed through your mind at his command.

You continued to bob your head, your mouth open as you slid his cock between your lips until it soon became too much for you to take his entire length as he swelled against your tongue.

When he was hard, you began to suck his cock in earnest, teasing him with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks, and bringing your hand up to grip his base. Ahkmenrah made no noise, the salty trail of precum leaking from his tip was your only indication of his continued pleasure.

Before either of you could register the noise of the key in the lock, Aliyah flung open the door and stood stock still in the doorway as she took in the sight before her.

Ahkmenrah closed his cape over the both of you, stuttering, “Th-This is not what it looks like.”

Aliyah laughed as she stepped in from the hallway and crossed to the little end table by the couch, scooping up her charger.

“I’m pretty fucking sure this is … exactly what it looks like. Nice outfit, by the way.”

“Well, this is awkward,” you mumbled from under Ahkmenrah’s golden cape.

Aliyah laughed again as she headed out the door, turning back to say, “I’ll stay at Nikko’s tonight. Carry on, lovers!”

This time, you heard the door latch and the turn of Aliyah’s key as she locked the deadbolt. Ahkmenrah opened his cape and looked down at you. Even though his cheeks were still tinged with a flush of embarrassment or maybe it was just from the surprise, his gaze still radiated the same powerful, determined energy as prior to your interruption.

You were just about to return your mouth to his cock when he gathered up a handful of your hair and tugged you back.

“Go to the bedroom. Undress. Wait for me.”

“Yes, my king,” you said, looking up at him as you tested out the submissive phrase.

Ahkmenrah’s cock had softened a little after Aliyah’s interruption, but at your words, he hardened again.

You slowly stood, careful not to touch him, and you shot him a searing look before you stepped around him and walked to the bedroom.

As you undressed, you thought about what could have brought out this side of Ahkmenrah. You certainly were not complaining, but it was gnawing at your curiosity. And then, the realization hit you so suddenly you had to suppress a giggle. You had called him cute! Or maybe it was that comparison to a kitten?

You laid down on the bed, settling against some pillows as you decided you would test your theory when Ahk eventually came back to the bedroom. Speaking of which, it felt like an eternity passed before a naked Ahkmenrah finally appeared in your doorway.

Ahk looked you over, head to toe, and you felt a blush creep up under his predatory gaze. He leaned against the doorway and slowly pumped his cock, his own thumb sliding over the bit of precum that had gathered.

All illusions of the control you thought you gained back by figuring out his trigger vanished as you watched his hand and thumb work. He kept his eyes on you, clearly letting you know you were the cause of his lust, but he still didn’t move into the room.

Your eyes unabashedly raked over his body, taking in his messy curls, tousled from removing his crown, and traveling across his beautiful face that housed a jawline erotic enough to make a conservative clutch their pearls. You reveled in the tone of his brown skin and the way it darkened around his nipples.

Your eyes travelled to the line of dark hair that began just a little below his belly button and you took in his flat abdomen and the taught little muscles that shifted as he continued to lazily work his cock.

Your gaze continued to travel over his lean legs, the dark hair on them the same color as that little trail below his belly button, all the way down to the perfect slant of his Egyptian toes.

“You are so sexy,” you breathed, your own hand finding its way between your legs as you continued to gaze at Ahkmenrah.  

He narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin, finally pushing off the frame of the door and walking toward you. He grabbed the wrist of your hand that had made its way to your wet sex and brought the fingers of that hand to his lips.

You actually stopped breathing as he spread your fingers and dipped each one into his mouth, sucking off any wetness that he found.

“What was that?” he asked. “I am not sure I heard you.”

“S-s-sexy,” you stuttered. “You are so fucking sexy, Ahk.”

“What happened to, ‘my king’?” Ahkmenrah asked with a wicked gleam in his eye as he moved his hand between your legs, lazily spreading your folds and sliding his fingers up and down your soaked center.

You were damn near delirious with the need to come when Ahk began to press into your clit, his thumb moving in a subtle circle.

“I asked you a question,” he said, that same steady strength from earlier still in his voice.

You opened your mouth to answer but a moan escaped your throat instead. You shook your head and tried again, your hips pressing upward into Ahk’s hand.

“My king,” you groaned, your eyes shut, your hands fisted into the sheets, as you felt your orgasm building, fit to erupt with only a little bit more pressure. “Please, please, my king. Let me come.”

“You are so damn cutelike this,” Ahkmenrah said as he pulled his hand away.

You blinked your eyes open, shocked and panting, your pussy clenched in anticipation of the orgasm that was just ready to wash over it.

Ahkmenrah laughed at the expression on your face, and he grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed, lining your entrance up with his cock.

“I will never … call you cute … again,” you said slowly, your voice weak and hesitant.

Ahkmenrah shook his head no, indicating that it wasn’t calling him cute that bothered him.

“I must be certain my queen does not think me to be meek, kittenish, if you will,” he said, his eyes flickering from your face to the tip of his poised cock.

“I can assure you, I think you are the boldest, sexiest man I have ever met.”

“Then be sure to scream my name when I make you come,” he breathed as he entered you in one hard thrust.

And scream his name, over and over again, you did.

[purplesurveys]

1032

survey by danceamydance

Have you ever witnessed a birth? Never have. I wasn’t present when my mom gave birth to my younger siblings and other than that there’s been no reason for me to be around for the birth of my other younger relatives.

What pattern does the closest tissue box have? I don’t have one in my room, but the one in our bathroom is brown. I think. I never actually checked even though I use it everyday lol.

Where did you lose your virginity, if you have? I truthfully didn’t really keep note of what counts as the first time because we had already been fooling around quite a bit. I’d guess either a hotel room or my room, or maybe hers. The one thing I can remember was that I was 18, so there’s that.

What color car(s) do your parents drive? We have two white cars and one teal. I still don’t know why my dad got a teal car when none of us in the family are into colored cars, but according to him getting the Vitara in white would’ve looked like an FX (a form of public transport here), so I’ve learned to make my peace with the teal car lol.

What are your views on getting rid of the penny? I can’t relate, because we don’t use pennies.

Which Asian country would you most like to visit? Aside from the ones I’ve already gone to, I’d love to take a trip to Thailand, Vietnam, Sri Lanka, and India.

Have you ever had a nosebleed? Nope. I fear the day I get one; I’m scared of blood haha.

How far away do you live from your birthplace? Maybe around 30 minutes without any traffic. A realistic drive to Manila would take me anywhere between 1 to 1.5 hours.

Do you have bangs? Yep, and they’re starting to get pretty long as well so thanks for reminding me that I’ll have to trim them soon. I want to get rid of them already as I’ve had my fun with them, but NO ONE HAS SEEN ME WITH BANGS loooool so they are still staying. 

Are you a good driver? I wanna say I’ve been better through the years? Hahaha the consensus is that I drive a little crazy, but my friends still always pick me to drive them whenever we go somewhere because everyone apparently still finds me the safest driver to ride with despite my temper on the road. Having a tiny car, being bullied by bigger pickup trucks and SUV through the years has helped toughen me up.

Have you ever kissed someone underneath the mistletoe? No. My ex and I always celebrated Christmas separately, with our own families, so we never got the chance to do this.

Do you watch the Olympics on the television? No. It’s not really something that interests me.

What was the scariest experience of your life? The time I nearly crashed into a car that I didn’t realize was stopped in the middle of the road while I was going 80 kph, and having like 3 seconds to hit the brakes.

Do you have a Tumblr account? I mean...

Are your nails painted right now? What color? Nope.

Have you ever played truth or dare? Several times, though I always pick truth because I’ve never had a problem saying it. I also hate picking dares because my friends would usually make us do dumb things, like dance, or worse, make out with someone in the circle.

How long is your driveway? Not very.

Are there any tv shows you keep up with religiously? Mmm it used to be The Crown, but I probably won’t be watching it for a while despite the new season because 1) I used to watch it when my past relationship had still been smooth-sailing, so watching it would just remind me of that; and 2) Gabie loves the shit out of Gillian Anderson and she was brought in for season 4 lol. 

Right now my focus is on a new Korean drama called Start-Up, which is currently ongoing and is so fucking good. Nam Joo Hyuk is also there, so it’s a sweet bonus for me <3

What is your favorite iPhone app? I’m using YouTube the most these days, so it may as well be my favorite.

Where is your mother right now? She’s at work.

Do you know anybody named Carl? I don’t think so. The only person that came to mind is an uncle named Carlo who I haven’t seen in more than a decade. My dad’s college group used to be super tight-knit and I used to be friends with his friends’ kids, so it’s sad to see them kinda grow apart and notice the others be more reclusive over the years.

Are you more of a night owl or a morning person? Morning person. Ugh, work is changing me as a person haha.

What is your favorite song at the moment? Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House has taken the top spot again. It’s just too goddamn good of a song.

Do you have a weak stomach? Very. I’m awful with car rides, bungee jumping, fair rides, you name it.

Have you ever been to a party where people were drinking underage? Hmm, yes. Kaira’s 18th birthday – it was held in May but most of the people at her party weren’t going to turn 18 until the end of the year, so it was a lot of 16 and 17 year olds drinking. I had just turned 18 then, so I allowed myself to take my first sip of a margarita.

How many stores are in the mall closest to you? Malls here are generally packed compared to what people may have in the US or other countries, so even though our local mall isn’t anything notable, it still holds 200+ stores.

Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes, but they’re all outside of family. My mom’s side is very weird about cancer and never share information about family members who may have it and only ever refer to it as ‘the c word,’ so I may have more relatives who have cancer than what is made known to us.

How far away is the closest McDonald’s to you? We have one literally right beside the main entrance of our village but because our house is at the very end of the village, what should be just a couple of steps away is instead a 10-minute drive for me.

Would you ever meet someone in person that you met online? Yeah I’ve done that with a few people in the wrestling circle. Jila I met unexpectedly while we were both in line for the WWE house show in Manila in 2016; Javi I met when I lent him my Chris Jericho memoir; and Rafie was the one who gave me a free ticket to said WWE show. Rafie’s a local celebrity now and he has such a huge following, so as weird as it is I’m also glad I have that little memory with him before he blew up.

What was the last film you watched? That Thing Called Tadhana, but I was unable to finish it. I’m into TV shows these days and I’ve been all over Start-Up.

Does it snow where you live? Never has.

Have you ever been to an art gallery? Of course, I’m a sucker for those. I always go to one whenever I can; there are a lot of malls here that’ll randomly have pop-up art exhibits, so art galleries here actually aren’t limited to just museums.

What are your neighbours like? A lot of them have kids, that much I know because a lot of them play outside in the afternoon and make some noise. We all keep to each other, though, so I don’t know any more about them; the only time we get together is when the neighborhood organizes its own Christmas party for the community.

Do you visit your town’s library often? I would if we have one, but public libraries are not a thing here. If you needed to go to a library to find a book, you would have to go to a university.

Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? This just gave me college flashbacks haha. Of course I have, and the most notable people for me are JM, Andrew, and Angela.

What flavor was the last ice cream you ate? It’s a red bean ice cream sandwich that also has a bit of vanilla ice cream in it.

Can you do a cartwheel? No but I definitely tried a thousand times as a kid.

Who is the last person you spoke to on the phone? Can I do video calls instead? I haven’t done phone calls in a while. The last people I was on a call with were Ysa and Bea.

^ What did you talk about? Secret work stuff.

Which website do you spend the most time on? YouTube, Tumblr, Reddit, Twitter.

Have you ever kissed someone of a different race? I haven’t.

What can you smell right now? My coffee chocolate chip cookie.

Do you read fanfiction? If so, what fandoms? I haven’t checked on my favorite authors since college, mostly because they went MIA at some point and moved on to different fandoms as well. But when I did, I mostly read ones for AJ/Punk and HHH/Steph.

What accent is your favorite? Man this question is asked a lot...

How did/will you celebrate your birthday this year? Gab gave me a cute digital present, I think I may have spent the whole day playing the Switch, and Hans and Angela sent over a box of sushi for me.

Are you more introverted or extroverted? I’m both depending on the people I’m with. If I’m with a crowd I don’t know all that much, I turn my volume down.

Do you tend to repeat yourself all the time? Yeah. I got it from my mom, who unconsciously repeats stories all the time.

How was the last chicken you ate cooked? Fried.

Is there anybody you always find yourself thinking about? Yes, but it has gotten easier to manage/ignore altogether these days.

What was your last argument about? Haven’t argued with anyone in a hot minute. It was probably my mom as always, but I no longer remember what it could have been about.

Are/were you part of any extracurricular activities in school? I had clubs in high school since it was mandatory. In college, I was in yearbook and a journalism org.

Do you want to get married someday? I don’t know about that anymore.

What colors are on your country’s national flag? Blue, red, yellow, and white.

Would you go back to your ex if he/she asked you? I’m pretty stupid when it comes to this, so yes.

[evien-stark]

✧I Need You✧ Chapter 85

Not even the third week into April (and after anxiously cancelling your first actual supposed session with Doctor Deja), Nick Fury allowed himself into your office. There was no point in angrily asking how he’d gotten there, or who had let him in, or even punishing anyone responsible for letting him in. Why get worked up over it. This was how he operated. He’d long since shown you that. Nick did what he wanted when he wanted, and you just had to live with that. 

So, finishing a flourish of a heavy signature on a document, you closed the folder it was in and sighed, looking up at him as he came to a stop in front of your desk. “...what.” 

In his usual stance, he pushed the edges of his black trench coat back, settling his hands on his hips. “You know, I really don’t appreciate having my staff stolen from me.” 

“Your staff aren’t goods to be taken. They’re people. And if they’re leaving to go elsewhere, maybe you should investigate why that is.” 

“Why am I here?” His brow lift, a little incline of his head. When you didn’t give in, he sat down, linking his hands together in his lap. “I would have gladly allowed a transfer, if you’d just asked.” 

You set your own hands atop your desk in a mirror move. “You understand why I have trouble believing that, don’t you?” 

It was his turn to sigh. “Look. I don’t know what else I can say to impart to you that we are working on a team effort here. And- I’m not really sure I’m comfortable with you assuming duties for the Avenger like your its-” 

“Director?” Eying him rather pointedly. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to, if someone else put in the work.” When you sensed the flare of annoyance and he opened his mouth to argue, you shut it down. “Who’s giving them housing? Who’s looking after them? Who’s giving them funding to live their lives? Or you want Steve working sweeping up his own exhibit at the museum? Or maybe you’d prefer we just all debase ourselves until the next mission comes along.” 

“That’s not what I’d prefer.” Just short of growling at you.

“Stark Industries is funding a lot of relief efforts- not because someone asked us to, but because that’s what’s right. And we’re funding the Avengers now, too. Because that’s what’s right.” 

At this a twitch of a smile appeared on his lips and he sat back. “You’re putting yourself on a very high pedestal. You might wanna be careful you don’t fall off.” 

“Are you threatening me?” 

“You should know me better by now. I’m making a point. The Avengers as a team are run under a wing of SHIELD. Stark Industries should have no involvement with that.” 

“You gave me no choice. And because you didn’t, it’s not really your business-” 

“Think about this very carefully.” He stopped you cold as he focused his gaze hard on you, sitting just a little more forward. “What happens next time this little team blows up a building they don’t mean to? Or kills a bunch of civilians in the name of the greater good? Stark Industries backing that initiative means that collateral damage falls on you. You prepared for that?” 

“I’ve been catching heat all my life for Stark Industries’ mistakes. Backing the Avengers is not one of them.” 

His eye closed for just a few seconds, shaking his head with a small smile. “All your life, huh? You been with Stark all your life? Or does it just feel that way?” 

For one reason or another, this stopped you dead in your tracks. Your distrustfulness of Fury was one thing, and it colored a lot of your interactions with him. The way you saw him. The way you heard him. And that sounded an awful lot like he was trying to get at something. “Why are you pretending like you care?” 

“I do care.” Tone firm then, smile gone. “SHIELD has resources to clean up messes the likes of which the Avengers will no doubt create in time. No offense, but money isn’t everything. Doesn’t always cure what ails you. You can throw a lot of money at a problem, doesn’t always make it go away. You of all people must understand that.” 

Falling quiet, you stared at him. Probably for too long a time. Silence meant he was winning. ...if this was a fight. Now you weren’t so sure. “If that’s how you really feel, then you have to understand, Nick.” Trying your best to be amenable. Even if he didn’t always deserve it. “There are people underneath those suits. My teammates. Who need to be cared for. In every capacity possible. SHIELD isn’t providing a salary, you know, for defeating aliens- or whatever else it’s gonna be next time. Someone has to.” 

“So that’s you. Why’s that?” 

“Because I care about them.” 

“You say it like I don’t.” 

“I haven’t seen you at a team dinner. Or an outing. Or-”

“When was I ever invited to any?” That really did curb you. Was Nick… hurt? Feeling excluded? No. That couldn’t be right. ...could it? “I get it. I’m the boss. No one likes hanging out with their boss. But that doesn’t mean I’m not part of this team, or that I don’t care about the people on it.” He took your continued silence as an avenue to stand, and keep talking. “Take Dr. Linit- not that you hadn’t already. I hope she does you a world of good.” 

This interaction had been strange. And left you feeling… how did you feel? Strange. Weird. ...sad? “Nick-” Calling to him just as he opened your office door. “Tony’s birthday is next month. We’re having a party.” 

Another shake of his head as he set his hand on the door, wearing half a grin. “I’ll see if I can pencil it in.”

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It was only at the request of Tony himself that you were planning a party for him in the first place. As of more recent years he seemed to be in less and less of his previous partying moods. You’d chalked it up to him getting more comfortable with his current company and not needing to immerse and hide in crowds that only cared about him for one reason. Still… he was eccentric and playful and extroverted at heart. At times, anyway. And if he wanted a party… 

A party is what he would have. 

His birthday landed in the middle of the week, so you planned it for that Friday, on the 31st. An even better way to handle the day, as the two of you spent it mysteriously disappeared. Doing work, probably. Certainly. And not just lazing about in the penthouse all day basking in each other’s intimate attentions. Because… well. If that’s what he wanted for a present, you were only too happy to oblige that, too. 

Starting early that morning, with the rise of the sun, as he turned over in bed and murmured something warm and sweet in your ear. Before sliding a hand down over your hip, and waited for your invitation. Something given wholeheartedly after just another second- barely able to wait that long. It continued in the shower, your hands in his hair, his cradling your face, lost in a kiss as hot water poured down over the both of you. 

Then the bed again- then maybe one more time as you were trying to get dressed. And then breakfast, of course. Followed by a helpful lift of his hands on your thighs, boosting you onto the counter after you’d finished with the dishes. Your legs locked around his waist and welcomed him closer after that. The attentions followed into your office, where you met him in a similar position on your desk. 

And then a slightly dissimilar one, as he whispered words of questing approval, and then turned you around. Papers went everywhere- so did your laptop, fast to the floor with a quick couple of thrusts that absolutely shook the desk. But it was very worth it. 

The two of you ventured out for coffee after that, and after catching a car back with Happy, the divider rolled up, he pulled you into his lap as the car circled Central Park. And you enjoyed far more than the tinted scenery. Back to the Tower after that, people parting a path as they usually did when they two of you entered side by side. The private elevator was headed up to the penthouse-

At least until he hit the button for it to stop, and gave you one of those arched brows and devilishly handsome grin. And… well… it was his birthday. You just also happened to be in the right mood to keep saying yes, yes yes... as his hand went in to the back of your hair, the other assisting the lift of your thigh as he backed you against the wall. Thank god you’d gone for a flowy dress for the day. A real assist as he hiked it up and took you again. 

You were practically weak-kneed as you finally made it back up to your penthouse, and giggled as he, stronger than you, scooped you up into his arms. A real gentleman, obviously. He came to a stop on the couch, lying you down, crawling atop you, both his hands at the sides of your head as he gazed at you, easing in to brush his nose against yours. More giggles just leaked out of you. Reaching up, you brushed the tips of his fingers along the lines of his jaw, and brought him closer down for a quiet kiss. Only after, “...you’re very insatiable today…” 

“Correction- I’m always insatiable. You’re just always busy.” 

“So are you.”

“So am I.” Agreeing before kissing you again. “But today, we’re not…” 

“Today we’re not.” Agreeing before kissing him again. “Happy birthday. I love you…” 

“Happy birthday to me. I love you more.” He grinned against your lips.

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And it wasn’t too long after that that you two met intimately yet again. And about several times more before the evening was complete.

While Wednesday had been wonderful, it left Thursday in a hazy mess. Your body was tired and worn out, even though in the good sort of way. Meetings passed by you without much of your focus, and your phone was buzzing off the hook with party planning details that you weren’t paying enough attention to. Which led to disaster come Friday night. 

No one was scheduled to check in guests, which had to be rectified immediately. Catering had been late. The DJs had come with the wrong music. It seemed like everything that could go wrong, did. And you immediately knew you had no one to blame but yourself. Tony had wanted a party and you’d practically ruined everything. 

So in your sparkly dress you ran this way and that, up and down the stairs to avoid being in the elevators with guests coming up and down. Took phone call after phone call until you were breathless. Ironing everything out. Shooing off press that managed to sneak in. Making sure after that to get a few more security guards in place. And while the word ruined was buzzing about angrily in your head, when you came back up to the main event floor, everyone seemed to be having a good time. 

Including Tony, who was yucking it up with Rhodey- 

And someone you’d never seen before. 

But as Tony looked up upon your approach, his eyes brightened in that way they always did, and he waved you over. So you tried to smooth out your hair and dress and approach amicably. His arm came around your waist once you were close enough. “Honey, meet Rhodey’s plus-one.” 

Rhodey held a hand up. “I honestly was gonna come alone, but we bumped into each other last week. This is Ren.” Gesturing to a fairly handsome man. Dark blond hair in a sharp cut, striking green eyes. Freckles dappling across his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. Smartly dressed in a dark blue tux. 

You reached out to give his hand a shake. “Hi. Nice to meet you. How do you and Rhodey know each other?” 

“We all know each other, actually. From MIT.” There was a soft lilt of some Eastern European accent. You weren’t sure exactly where. And had no time to pretend to care to investigate. Something else struck him about this man, then. And it was the lust leaking off him as he looked at Tony for approval of that statement. 

“Yeah. Good uh… study buddies.” 

Not just that- it was intimately familiar lust. The same kind you felt. 

Ah, well… that was a world away, wasn’t it? Another lifetime ago… 

Still. You couldn’t help but plaster a smile over your face. “Oh. That’s nice. Tony was fourteen, if I remember correctly, when he went to MIT.” Perhaps not being entirely subtle about the intent of your statement here. 

It colored everyone a little embarrassed. Anxious. Ren reached up to nervously shift back his hair. “Yes, quite a genius, our Tony Stark. We didn’t start study-buddying until junior year, I think.”

Tony nodded. “Junior year. Yeah.”

“Oh.” Smiling at him still. “What year were you in?” Saving you from making any more of a mess of this situation, your phone started ringing. And if that was happening now, with everyone you cared about in this room, that meant something else was going awry. You gave a small wave. “Sorry. I have to handle something.” 

You heard Tony push a breath out, and watched him stick his hands in his pockets before you turned and walked away. Why had you done that? What was the point? Maybe you were just that frazzled. Tony’s dating life before you was none of your business- but… come on. Some nineteen-something guy was hitting on a fourteen or fifteen year old? Gross. Disgusting. Nothing to be proud of. 

It took you too long to answer the call, and you saw no voicemail left. But a text came shortly after: 

Last person of the night bailed. Can’t make the delivery :( Can you send someone to come get it? 

Coming from your contact at the bakery just around the corner. Because of course it would. Of course that would happen to you. Looking up, you spied Pepper shyly chatting up some handsome man, and looking the other way, you saw Happy surrounded by a group of Stark employees all actually laughing at a joke he’d told. You could really pick anyone to go get it but… 

After the scene you’d caused, maybe it was better served that you pay your penance and take a walk. Tony seemed re-wrapped up in his little study group, so you excused yourself quietly and went back to the elevator. The bakery wasn’t far, and this cake was a special order. Something small for just you and Tony. His favorite kind with a loving message. Just something for after the party. For the two of you to share and enjoy and laugh over and… 

You barely remembered picking it up. Or rounding the corner as your phone buzzed again. Boxed cake in one hand, you shuffled awkwardly to pull your phone from your purse. Rhodey had texted you. 

Was that too much? Where’d you go? 

You thought to call him but realized he probably wouldn’t be able to hear you above all the noise. But before you could text you heard the telltale click of a camera shutter. So you made a sharp turn to cut between the alleyways between the building. On the other side you could cross the street and just dart into Stark Industries. But a man was following you. Calling your name. Incessantly. 

-and narrating to his tape recorder. “-and now I’m following her as she resists all questioning- hey! Do you have any comments about Christine Everhart’s newest evidence that Stark Industries is misappropriating funds meant for the disaster relief?” 

Was that still a story Christine was pursuing? Worse yet, pursuing now in the form of hiring paparazzi to follow you. It boiled your blood. So much so that you did the stupid thing. You turned. He stopped. And you cast an angry glare up his way. “Excuse me?” 

“Oh- good- hey- I’m just following the leads here- and it seems pretty obvious to me-” 

“Don’t you feel ashamed?” Now was not the time for this. Really. But after everything else… what harm could it do? If it could make your and Tony’s lives just even one percent easier… “Don’t you feel embarrassed? You went to college- I assume- for four years- for investigative journalism- and now you’re chasing tabloid stories? Don’t you just feel mortified?” 

He stared at you blankly for a long few moments before blinking, shaking his head. “God… you’re right… I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing…” 

You held your hand out. “Give me that tape recorder.” Without thinking, since he was too far under the influence, he did so, and you immediately dropped it to the ground and stomped on it. “Go away now. Go home and think long and hard about your life.” 

You waited. Watching him turn around, mindlessly, and then walk away towards the other end of the alley. Back the way the two of you had came. It wasn’t until he turned and disappeared that you turned- just as the sound of a single pair of hands applauding startled you hard enough to drop the cake- the only reason you’d come out here. 

God damn it. God damn it. God damn every single person. 

Just a few feet away from you on the sidewalk you’d been headed towards, a smartly dressed man was still clapping his hands. The woman he was with was just standing there. Looking at him. That was until he flicked her hand at her. “Go away from me. Leave.” And then. She did. ...just like that. He stuck his hands in his pockets, aiming a very toothy smile your way. He was a little hard to see in the low light. “That’s a very neat trick, isn’t it. Quite the show. I’ve never seen anyone else pull one off like that before.” His accent was assuredly British. Chipper. Upbeat. Excitement was practically dripping off him.

You squared up, sensing only the most obvious of danger, the way he was approaching you. Something was off. “Get out of my way.” 

He stopped, just a bare two feet away from you, eyes watching yours. His large and brown and- “Ah-hah.” His smile grew even wider, and you were unnerved by everything about it. “You’re a babe. A… pup. You don’t know how to use that, do you?” He tipped his head up, smile disappearing underneath a self-questioning look. “Or maybe it doesn’t work- … do we cancel each other out?” Turning to look at you again with an inquisitive tip of his head, a little curl of the tip of his tongue at his teeth before he spoke again. “Come here. Come closer.” 

He hadn’t spoken it differently than he’d said anything else- except he had. And all of a sudden the heavy weight of those words bore down on you. Your feet lifted from underneath you. And control took over. 

Was this how you made people feel…? 

He was smiling again as you stopped right in front of him. “That answers that. ...oh- you’re- I can’t believe this-” Bending in closer to you, he examined your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you- that makes more sense.” 

“Get away from me. Leave me alone.” No- that wasn’t going to work. So instead you raised your hand- Heart Reactor resting just underneath your jacket. 

But he now knew who you were. “Ah- stop that. Put your hand down.” And again, it was like those words wrapped tight around your wrist. Stopped you. And forced your hand away to your side. “Good pup. You know, I quite like puppies. Moldable.” Reaching out, he shifted back your hair from your shoulder and then touched your face. “Yes, quite like a puppy. With those big wet eyes of yours.”

You inched back, disgust coursing through you. So you threw it at him. “Don’t you feel revolted by your actions? Cornering a woman in an alleyway?” 

His brows lifted then, and he turned his head, hand covering his mouth. He seemed like he might really break if you just forced it a little more, but then his hand shot out, pushing you back against the wall. “That’s it, isn’t it. I mess with heads, you mess with hearts. Isn’t that something? Don’t move.” Silencing your struggles at once. “You’re a very interesting woman. I’d like to get to know you better, if you don’t mind. Say you don’t mind.” 

“I don’t mind.” It ejected out of you whether you wanted it to or not. 

He grinned. “Good pup. This is a good thing. Smile for me. Show me you’re happy we’ve met.” But this command was different. He was asking you to-... be happy. And as your eyes fogged over you saw the words of this order tangle around you and then shatter like glass. Because you would not be told to feel. 

You wouldn’t- you-

You stayed firm. Staring at him with only the most hate you could muster. Just the black pit in your heart. Reserved for this strange man. This strange man who was about to ruin your life. You were sure of it. Free of his control you dropped into the bright space. And saw him standing there atop the water. Unaware. So you ran, hands outstretched. Aiming to wrap them around his throat-

“Interesting.” He seemed truly puzzled, yet delighted. In some twisted way. “Very interesting. But that’s what puppies are good for. Breaking in.” You had to fight this. “Take your cell phone out.” Fight. FIGHT. But you were fighting something you could not see- wires. Puppet strings- something deep inside your veins. A purple wall sprung up between the two of you in that space. And then fell over you, boxing you in- shrinking- growing smaller and smaller and-

And back at the surface you tried to fight, even as he narrowed his eyes at your struggles- and struggle you did- shaking hard as your arm fought back against you. Like his own hand was wrapped around your wrist, forcing your hand into your bag, and bringing it forward. 

“I can’t have people looking for you. You’re a little more high profile than I like… but that’s easily remedied. Men like Tony Stark. They’re weak. And they don’t understand- not like I do. I think we’ll get along perfect. Tell me you agree.” 

Your mouth opened, but you forced it shut, teeth crunching together. Shivering. His hand came underneath your chin just as you’d thrown your head down just to get out of the line of his gaze. 

“Don’t fight me, pup.” That snapped your tethers, and you allowed your chin to be tilted up. “That’s a good puppy.” Patting you on the head. “Now, call Stark. Tell him- oh, I don’t know. Not a breakup- that’s too obvious- but tell him you need time to yourself. That usually works. Can’t have him come looking for you. Make it convincing.” 

The words penetrated your eardrums. Soaked into your brain. But tears started. Because like always, you just weren’t strong enough… and Tony was going to pay the price… 

Shaking, still- still trying to fight, as you pulled up his text chat and pushed through to call. It rang, and rang, and rang, and blissfully he didn’t answer. You thought that might be the end of it. But this man- 

“Leave a voicemail. Like I said, something convincing.” 

Your tears had turned to quiet sobbing. Which probably made it all the more convincing. And once it was over, that man took the phone from your hand and gave you another pat on the head. “There there, pup. It’s all over now. Give me your bag. And that- thingy too-” You let him take the bag off your shoulder, but were able to fully resist an order that made no sense. “Oh I’ll do it myself.” He reached into your jacket, through your dress, and pulled the Heart Reactor off your chest. Then he deposited both into your purse and looked around- 

Spotting a kid walking by the sidewalk, he called out. “Boy- come here.” So the kid did, walking up in a daze. “Drop that outside Stark Industries’ lobbies. If anyone asks what you’re doing, tell them she told you to bring it back for her. You don't know any more than that. Go.” 

Just as the kid turned to leave, you brought your knee up, straight into his gut. And as he keeled over, you slid away from him and tried to bolt. 

“Stop!” And you felt the command weigh your legs down, like you were running in quicksand. Trying to fight it. But that only made it worse. Standing now with your back to him. Still as you heard his footsteps draw closer and closer. Until you felt his fingers in the back of your hair. Squeezing. “You’re a very bad puppy. But that’s alright.” He came around, still holding you. Smiling. “I forgive you. Now come along. Put your arm in mine and let’s go.” 

Just as he held it out, it was like yours was instantly magnetized to his, sliding in. Stepping to his side as the two of you walked off into the night. “You’re going to regret this.” You promised. “I’m going to make you regret this.” 

For a brief moment he faltered. But then after a few seconds he barked a laugh into the air and tugged you. “You’ll have to teach me that. I quite like it. Much more effective. We’ll talk shop, pup. I can teach you a lot, too, you know. Seems like you could use the help. You’ll thank me, when it’s over.” 

I’m sorry, Tony. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… That’s all you ever were. And it had stopped being enough a long time ago.

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The night drew on until the laughter died. Tony had stopped being entertained by the endless parade of guests about an hour ago. It was just inner circle now, and even though couldn’t hold his attention- especially when he realized- 

Where was she? He asked Steve- no idea. Nat- didn’t know. 

Rhodey? 

“I saw her slip out after the whole… thing.” 

She’d left? Over that? Seemed a silly thing to leave over. She hadn’t been that ruffled by it, right? It would have been surprising, to say the lease. But… she had seemed a little more harried than usual… maybe it just wasn’t the right time… 

“I texted her but… she never answered me. Probably mad.” Rhodey shrugged. 

Tony found himself shaking his head. “No-... that’s not like her.” Something about this was wrong. She’d been missing for hours he realized- ...only just now had he realized. He’d been too caught up in self aggrandizing bullshit to notice that she’d left- 

Pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket, he saw one single notification. From her. A voicemail. 

Fury- which, who had even invited him anyway, called out to him, but Tony held out a hand to silence him as he held his phone up. 

“Tony-” The sound of her crying immediately stole the strength from him, so much so that his knees went weak, sending him to a heavy sit on the couch. All eyes directed his way then. His hand was shaking so hard he couldn’t trust to hold the weight of his phone. So he put it on speaker. “Tony I’m sorry. I’m sorry about this… I’m so sorry… I’ve just been thinking and I… I just need some time. To think. To figure things out- I’m sorry… please understand… I- I love you… I do… and I’m sorry. I need you to keep an eye on LUNA for me. While I’m gone.” 

Everyone had gathered. 

Rhodey had a hand over his mouth. “Tones…” 

The phone dropped out of his hand. He was staring off somewhere far into the distance. Steve put a hand on his shoulder from behind. “Tony… she’ll come back.” 

“She was taken.” Someone came and snatched her up. Right off the street. 

Nat sat down across from him. “What do you mean? How could you know that?” 

Fury rounded the table. “Let’s not jump to conclusions.” 

“She was taken.” Someone had taken her off the god damn street. And he’d been boozing and laughing all evening. When even more voices of dissent rained on him, he got to his feet, pacing. “LUNA, what is Ms. INY’s last known location?” 

 I need you to keep an eye on LUNA for me. Good job, honey. However she’d been threatened into making that call, she’d left him a clue. She was so fucking smart. He would get her back. Just hold on for me, honey. Please…

LUNA’s voice lit up the room. “Ms. INY’s belongings are down in the lobby. Last known location before that was across the street.” So. The criminals were not completely inept. They’d made her dump her things. Not destroy. But dump. To try and make it less obvious. 

But it was obvious. 

“Tony, it seems like she dropped her stuff and took off.” 

“That’s not like her, don’t you get it?” Whirling around on this mountain of naysayers. Everything had been fine, hadn’t it…? Nothing had prompted this. They’d been happy just a day ago- ...hadn’t they? “That’s not like her. She wouldn’t just leave. JARVIS get me all surveillance footage from five blocks out.” She’d been across the fucking street when someone had taken her. 

That was a clear cut sign someone was trying to fuck with him. Someone had the guts to take her right across from where they lived- 

“All police records for that area from seven PM this evening to just an hour ago have been erased, sir.” 

All eyes were on him. Finally in his corner. He shouldn’t have had to convince them at all. Didn’t they know her better than that? Bruce touched his arm. “...where should we start?” 

Where to start? Where to start? A good question. Someone with high level authority- or access- had dumped police footage. His list of enemies was way too long- 

Fury took command. “Alright. Listen up Avengers. Someone just came into your house and stole one of your teammates off the god damn street. What are you gonna do about it?” 

Wait for me, honey. Hang in there. I’m coming. 

Tony only knew one answer. “I’m gonna end them.”