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the paradox of kinda kinning futaba while being madly in love with akechi
#...somedays i'd like to think that i'm like akira#but the truth is that i am most similiar to futaba out of the thieves#even if she is so much stronger than i am#but anyways#goro akechi has been like my favorite character ever#since i discovered p5#and even tho i have been really into danmei recently and haven't thought about p5 that much#goro akechi still has that special place in my heart that no one can ever take#not even wei wuxian haha#just... goro akechi#there's something about him#i would probably hate him if i knew him irl#and he wouldn't pay me any attention#but his fictional ass has such a hold on me it's unbelievable#goro akechi#persona 5#futaba sakura
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perv!tomorrow x together



perv!txt x f!reader
warnings: somnophilia, nipple play, food play, panty stealing, panty sniffing, masturbation, peeping tom, kai loves grinding into your ass, kinda public, cunnilingus.
A/N: This is obviously fiction and txt arenāt like this at allā¦.probably.
yeonjun: you two were in his dorm practically melting into the furniture, it was unbelievably hot and for some reason the famous kpop idols didnāt have a decent AC. Yea, Yeonjun was sweating but that was not the reason he was hot and bothered. The other members had stuff to do, from practicing to grocery shopping so you two were alone.
You were adorning small shorts and a tank top, the sweat trailing down your cleavage had him clenching his fists and jaw. Donāt even get him started on your ass, the shorts stopped right above the swell of your behind and he could spot the pink lacey underwear you were sporting. Heās never gotten an erection faster.
Suddenly your eyes widen and a gasp leaves your lips as you remember you have popsicles, darting up from your seat on the couch you ask him if he wants one too and he agrees. The gust of cold air hits your face when you open the freezer and it feels like heaven, you subconsciously let out a small moan at the frigid air. The two frozen treats are finally in your hands and you make your way back to the couch.
āhere you goā you mutter while ripping the packaging and shoving the popsicle down your throat. Your attention is fully on the chilly goodness melting in your mouth until you realize Yeonjun hasnāt started his yet. You meet his eyes as he stares at you in awe, āwhatās wrong?ā you question. He scans your face, down your body and up again.
āI have a great ideaā The flirtatious smile on his lips has butterflies sprouting in your stomach, you raise your eyebrows in question as he stands. You werenāt expecting his hand to meet your chest and you definitely werenāt expecting for him to push you down flat on the couch.
āyouāre gonna be a good girl for me right?ā You eagerly nod your head and use your free hand to grab the back of his neck and push his head closer so you can reach his lips. The kiss has you moaning and extremely needy in such a short amount of time, the nipping of his teeth and the way his erection is pressed against your thigh doesnāt help at all. He pulls away to trail sloppy kisses down your neck as he sets his unopened popsicle to the side to slide his hand up your stomach to your breasts. He gropes you over your clothes and hooks his fingers under the top of your shirt to pull it down right under your chest. Your nipples instantly harden and he doesnāt spare a second to toy with them. His mouth gets closer and closer to your nipples until he stops and pulls away from you, the smirk on his face has you you clenching around nothing.
The sound of him opening his popsicle has you confused, once the wrapping is gone he leans over you to trace your lips with the tip of it. You part your lips and suck the treat into your mouth, he seems pleased as he removes it and goes back to kissing your neck and collarbones. The questions bubbling in your throat die as he circles your nipples with the frozen juice. You moan instantly and arch your back, the hand holding your melting popsicle starts to shake.
Your free hand meets his nape once more and you whimper at the feel of the coldness, the initial shock wears off and youāre reduced to panting.
āyou alright?ā He darkly laughs at you, this has to be one of the hottest things you two have done. After he covers your hardened mounds he blows on them slightly before enveloping one in his mouth. Moans and gasps are torn from your throat once more as he sucks off the sugary liquid, teasing you with his teeth as well.
You buck into him and grip his shirt in your free hand, the half eaten popsicle in your other hand is freely running down your hand but you canāt seem to care as he grinds back into you. You arch once more, almost painfully as he switches nipples.
āYeonjun, I need more. Please give me more, need it so badā Your begging earns you a growl against your left breast and his grip on you tightens. He breaks away with a pop and gazes at your now sticky hand, ālooks like you made a mess, lemme help you with thatā
soobin: Soobin would never ever admit it but he is absolutely obsessed with you. The innocent side of him loves the way your hair smells, how soft your skin is, how pretty your lips are, etc. The darker side consists of him stealing your underwear, yea you were dating but stealing them made it so much hotter in his mind. Whenever he undresses you he canāt help but slip your panties in his pocket and pretend like nothing happened.
This day is no different, he only pulled out of you a few hours ago. He cleaned you up and cuddled you to sleep, now he sneaks away and grabs his clothes, finding his way to the bathroom. You never question it when you catch him doing it thankfully, if you did he would honestly not know how to respond.
The door shuts behind him and he locks it, as soon as he can he rummages through his jean pockets and pulls out your drenched underwear. He finds it so sexy that you get so wet for him, it also makes this whole thing easier. The wetness of the fabric feels amazing against his cock and he bites his lip in excitement.
He finds his place on the toilet and tips his head back as he brings the damp cloth to his nose, he tries his best to silence any moans that threaten to spill. Itās difficult though, he thinks you smell absolutely delectable.
Images of you run through his head as he breathes in your scent, heās already hard just from the smell of you. He pulls the cloth away begrudgingly to wrap it around his erection. A small moan leaves his mouth at the feeling, the only thing better than this is your actual cunt. The roughness of the lace mixed with soft wet cloth has him bucking up into his own hand, replaying the memories of what you two did only a couple of hours ago as well.
Soon heās working himself faster and faster, youāre like his own personal porn star, everything about you invites him in deeper and deeper.
Thereās a part of him that is embarrassed about how fast he finishes but he tries not to pay attention to it too much, he cleans off his hands and the cum he got on your underwear so when he tosses them in your dirty clothes pile you donāt notice anything suspicious.
beomgyu: He was ecstatic when you told him you were into somnophilia, the idea of doing things to you while you were asleep drove him up the wall. He wasted no time in trying it out, that night when you went to bed you totally forgot about what you talked about earlier and quickly fell asleep.
Beomgyu was already sporting an erection as he sat up in bed and gazed at you, what is he gonna try first? Going down on you? Playing with your tits? Fucking you?
He finally decided on eating you out, just to start off small and then work his way up. He positioned you on your back and pressed a kiss to your lips, removing the blanket over you he noticed you were only wearing a large shirt and underwear.
He opened your thighs more and settled inbetween them, gently kissing up them as to not wake you just yet. Pushing your shirt higher so it didnāt get into he way he stared at your underwear, he was so excited to try this out. He softly ran a finger over the top of your underwear and slipped it to the side, he held in a groan as he got closer.
His tongue met your clit and soon swirled around it and down the length of your cunt, he always loved the way you tasted but sadly couldnāt express that at the moment. He didnāt mind though, he was just happy to try this out.
The more he ate you the harder he ground his hips into the mattress, he was surprised you havenāt woken up yet, the way he was tonguing into you was harsh and fast. God all he wanted to do right now was fill you up with himself and have his way with you. He throbs against the sheets as he sucks you into his mouth.
You clamp your thighs around his head in your sleep, a sign youāre not going to last much longer. He thinks itās the cutest thing as he continues his abuse on your clit. His tongue finds your hole again and he moves his thumb to rub you. You clench around him once again so he quickens the pace of his thumb and then your hips are bucking up into his mouth and a sleepy moan leaves your throat.
taehyun: Taehyun has a habit of catching you at your most vulnerable, heāll even let you know heās coming over but that doesnāt seem to do anything. The second he opens your door he can hear moaning, at first he thought you were cheating on him but thankfully you were just touching yourself.
Today he walks into your apartment and hears you moaning once again, this time is different though. A second sound is present so he makes his way to your door to slightly push it open quietly. The new sound he heard was vibrating, you apparently bought a new toy and he is glued to the sight of it.
The silicone length stretching out your sopping cunt, he can tell youāre dripping because youāre making a small puddle beneath your ass. Heās absolutely stunned at the way you fuck yourself with it, the pink toy makes you look so cute but your actions are so sinful. The contrast has his hand once more trailing down his body to palm the semi in his pants, the look of euphoria on your face never gets old.
He could easily open the door and announce his presence and then proceed to fuck you but he can do that later, the sight before him has him throbbing. He can tell youāre getting closer so he picks up the pace of his hand to match you. His name leaves your mouth in desperate pleas and it has him gripping himself.
You buck up into the toy and let out a loud mewl and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesnāt alert you. He knows for a fact heāll bring up the toy later, he definitely wants to try it more with you. It would be so hot to edge you with it, have you begging to come around the fake cock as he gets his real cock ready for you.
The last straw is when you speed up the toy and play with your nipples, the material of his jeans mixed with the pressure has his eyes rolling into his head and his hand stilling as he cums in his pants. He catches his breath and thanks the universe for letting him have you.
hyuka: Oh my god this dude finds it so hot to grind his hips into you whenever he can, itās rare that he doesnāt have at least a semi when youāre around. Just being in your presence has his imagination flowing.
Today youāre at the dorm with everybody and trying to cook dinner, ātryingā because every single time you bend over or literally just stand still Kai is grinding his erection into your ass.
You bent over to get a bowl from the bottom cupboard and low n behold you feel hands grip your hips as he pushes into your behind. You canāt lie..itās really hot but you know you have to cook right now, if you donāt youāll be ordering out again. Which is quickly turning into a not so bad idea as he lets out a tiny moan at the feeling of your ass.
Somehow you were able to finish cooking and now everyone opted for watching a movie, you know heās staring at you. And you know exactly why, youāre not complaining though. You scootch closer to him and make a spot for yourself on his lap, your back is pressed against his chest as he pulls a blanket over you. He smiles warmly like he isnāt about to get off under you.
Just like clockwork the second everyone is paying attention to the movie heās bucking his hips up into you with a harsh grip on your waist and slightly jerks you back and forth. He bites his lip hard so 0 sounds slip past, if the members knew about this side of him he knew heād never live it down. And he would fully blame you for having such a nice looking ass, he takes a break for a few minutes so he doesnt cum in his pants so soon.
Itās so hard not to, he loves how your ass feels and he can feel his self control chipping away more and more every time he grinds into you. It doesnāt help how you grip his thighs either, you both are so needy for each other. When the movie ends heās quick to say his good nights and sweep you into his room.
how is everyone in txt so attractive, like THEYRE ALL SO HOT WTF. WHERE ARE THEY FINDING THESE MEN???
#txt smut#txt x reader#soobin smut#soobin x reader#yeonjun smut#yeonjun x reader#beomgyu smut#beomgyu x reader#taehyun smut#taehyun x reader#huening kai smut#huening kai x reader#txt hard hours#txt headcannon#kpop smut#kpop fanfic#kpop imagines#txt fanfic#yeonjun fanfic#soobin fanfic#beomgyu fanfic#taehyun fanfic#hueningkai fanfic
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Stray Love Haven Day 9 : [Bang Chan/Yang Jeongin]

šhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486
šSeries Masterlist
š¹CW:
69|Deep throat|Costume|Rimming|Handcuffs|Messy Sex|Cum Overflow|Aftercare
š This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.
šWordcount: 1.1K
"Channie hyung, I need help," Jeongin sniffled, accidentally cuffing his wrists together. Chan panicked, "Innie are you alright?" he asked, swinging open the door. His breath hitched, staring at Jeongin "Bubba what happened?" he asked, holding Jeongin's cuffed wrists. Jeongin sniffles, tears brimming his eyes "Just wanted to surprise you." he muttered, blush tinting his cheeks. "I'm flattered bubba but you shouldn't try bondage alone even if you knew I was home. What if you got suck and couldn't get your phone? Safety should always be your main priority little one," Chan whispered, keeping his tone firm.
Jeongin whimpered, "I'm sorry, hyung," he cried, trembling. Chan cooed, pulling him onto his lap "I'm not mad, bubba. I'm just worried, you really scared me you know," he said, kissing Jeongin's tears away. Jeongin nodded, nuzzling his face into the crook of Chan's neck, tears damping Chan's shirt. Chan sighed, holding Jeongin close "I do like the gesture," he said, admiring Jeongin's outfit. Jeongin lifted his head, "Really?" he asked, looking at Chan.
Chan chuckled, tracing Jeongin's matching bralette and pantie set, hands exploring his body. Jeongin giggled, squirming "It tickles, hyung," he said, tilting his head as his bunny ears flopped over his eyes. Chan cooed, "Such a cute bunny outfit for my little bun," he said, holding under Jeongin's chin. Jeongin bit his bottom lip. "It has a tail too," he whispered, turning around, and pressing his ass on Chan's lap. Chan smirked, humming "Adorable," he said, lightly slapping Jeongin's thigh.
Jeongin whimpered, arching his back lower "Hyung," he keened, peeking back at Chan through his bangs. Chan tugged Jeongin's panties, smearing the precum leaking from his tip around his rim, slicking him up "Wet already?" he teased. Jeongin whined, pressing his cheek against Chan's thigh "Pl-please hyungcan bun suck your cock?" he asked, nosing Chan's cock. Chan hissed, lifting his hip "Go ahead," he groaned.
Jeongin mewled, tugging Chan's shorts down, blowing hot air onto his throbbing cock. He panted, licking up and down the length, burying his nose into the musky scent "Hyung," he whimpered, coating Chan's dick in drool. Chan grunted, stripping Jeongin's panties, "Hyung's going to eat you out, little one," he sighed, licking down Jeongin's rim to his perineum. Jeongin shuddered, wrapping both of his hands around Chan's cock "Hyung's big," he whispered, sucking on the veins protruding.
Chan moaned, chuckling "This isn't the first time you've seen my cock Innie," he smirked, kneading Jeongin's ass. Jeongin hummed, stroking Chan's cock "I know but it still surprises me," he said, tapping the head onto his tongue. Chan sighed, hissing "You're unbelievable," he chuckled, dipping his tongue into Jeongin's rim. Jeongin whined, wrapping his lips around Chan's gland, swirling his tongue, and sliding it between the sensitive slit.
Chan groaned, working his fingers in with his tongue, scissoring Jeongin's tight walls apart. Jeongin whimpered, sinking lower on Chan's length, mouth stretched apart from the sheer girth. He moaned around Chan's cock sending vibrations down the length. "Fuck," Chan cursed, already spreading Jeongin open with three of his fingers. Jeongin whimpered, deep-throating Chan's cock, holding back his gag reflex as much as he could, swallowing around the pulsing cock head hitting the back of his throat.
Chan threw his head back, bucking his hips, gagging Jeongin "Oh fuck," he groaned, gripping Jeongin's ass. Jeongin pulled off Chan's cock, coughing as drool and tears smeared across his face. Lips slicked red, bruised and swollen. Chan panted, rubbing Jeongin's back "You alright, bubba?" he asked, fingers still thrusting into his hole. Jeongin whined, nodding "I'm alright," he rasped out, stroking Chan's cock. Chan groaned, slipping his fourth finger into the mix, spreading Jeongin thoroughly.
Jeongin keened, wrapping his lips back around Chan's cock, loving the weight resting on his tongue. Chan chuckled, noticing Jeongin's expression "All it takes is a cock filling your mouth for you to melt," he cooed, tangling his free hand into Jeongin's hair. Jeongin sulked but he knew it was true, "Don't tease me," he grumbled, letting Chan guide his head. Chan smirked, watching Jeongin's jaw go slack "If you behave I'll give you what you want," he said, stilling his fingers.
Jeongin whimpered, nodding "I'll be good,hyung," he whined, clenching around Chan's fingers. Chan cooed, letting Jeongin suck his cock once more as his fingers steadily fucked his hole. Jeongin hummed happily, easily submitting to Chan's actions, loving the way how Chan fucks into his throat. Loving the way he's filled on both sides, pleasure foggy his head. Chan chuckled seeing Jeongin melt into his touches, bucking his hips upwards, fucking Jeongin's abused throat that absolutely needs aftercare but that's a thought for later.
Jeongin cried out, sounds muffled by Chan's cock buried in his mouth. Chan smirked, aiming for Jeongin's prostate, hitting his sweet spot with each drag. Jeongin sniffled, rutting his hips back onto Chan's fingers, clenching tightly around the fingers that pressed against his warm walls. Chan growled as Jeongin hallowed his cheeks, chin hitting his hips "Sweet bun," he grunted, hearing the sloppy skin-slapping sounds echo around the silent room.
Jeongin whimpered around Chan's cock, hands fondling his balls, squeezing and tugging at the right amount. Chan chuckled lowly, curling his fingers to massage the swollen gland. Jeongin's thighs quivered, clenching and unclenching from the pleasure pooling in his abdomen. "Cum bun," Chan grunted, wrapping his other hand around Jeongin's leaking cock, milking his cock and his prostate. Jeongin shuddered, screaming, body trembling until the bed vibrated under them.
Chan grunted, shutting his eyes tight "Fu-fuck," he stuttered, thrusting his cock sloppily into Jeongin's warm mouth. Jeongin came with a cry, cum squirting onto the sheets below, tainting them. Chan bucked his hips once more, cumming straight down Jeongin's throat. Jeongin tried swallowing down the bitter fluid but choked. He pulled off Chan's cock, cum went up his nasal passage, dripping down his nose. Chan hissed, panting to catch his breath "Come here, bubba," he rasped, opening his arms.
Jeongin crawled onto his lap, whining at the sting in his nose. Chan pulled out a pack of wet wipes, helping Jeongin clear his nose "Carefully blow your nose, little one," he said, tilting Jeongin's head forward so it would drip out. Jeongin whimpered, slumping on Chan's chest after he did. Chan chuckled, cupping Jeongin's face "Such a messy baby," he teased, cleaning Jeongin's face. Jeongin hummed, closing his eyes as Chan took care of him.
Chan cooed, "Rest bunny, hyung will protect you," he whispered, smiling down at the precious boy tucked within his arms. Jeongin nodded against his chest "Trust you hyung," he slurred, sleep catching up to him. Chan laughed, kissing Jeongin with a gentle but firm kiss "I'm glad," he whispered, cradling Jeongin. Jeongin smiled, opening his mouth "Please," he pouted, holding Chan's wrist. Chan sighed, staring at Jeongin with adoration as he pressed his thumb on Jeongin's tongue. Jeongin happily wrapped his lips, sucking on Chan's thumb with contentment, and falling asleep.

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I don't write cause I feel I don't have a good grasp on the characters personalities etc, the characterisation of akaashi post is so helpful! šš Would you do kuroo or bokuto?
a/n: I hope you like both of these! again, if yall want me to do others, let me know! these are across the span of their life, so some may seem college-related and some may seem young-adulty!Ā
[MISCHARACTERIZATIONS OF BOKUTO AND KUROO]
bokuto kotaro.
clueless: iāve stated this in akaashiās post, but bokuto is extremely emotionally intelligent. he can pick up on the slightest changes in peopleās demeanor or posture, he can tell if someone is sad or happy even if they arenāt good at displaying emotions. heās not a dumbass -- and he can pick up on othersā limits and boundaries very quickly. despite his ability to read people relatively well, he has no qualms about pushing people out of their comfort zones and forcing them to do things they might hate at first, but will love later. he pushes boundaries according to your comfort level, and respects your hard limits.Ā
only positive: a lot of people write bokuto to be someone hoās only happy-go-lucky, or someone who rarely gets sad (aside from his moods that are less sad and more discouraged), but I think that almost dehumanizes him. he gets back up faster than most, yes, and at the end of a lost game where everyone is crying, bokuto is dry-eyed. heās the type to get home and plop down on his bed, face-first into his pillow, lips quivering and eyes lightly watering. there are times where he feels insecure, especially when heās younger, just because he can tell heās different from the rest. he has a feeling that people are put-off from his personality, he has a feeling that heās not as (traditionally/academically) smart as everyone else, he has a feeling that some people find him annoying. thatās why when heās near his close friends heās very loose -- he doesnāt feel the need to hold back even a little because he knows that they love him for him. this translates to his toxic trait with his lover being that he feels dejected/insecure if you ever want space. while he can read boundaries, he would really benefit from a lover who has just as few as he, because then he can be his truest self.
love-at-first-sight: heās not the type to fall in love at one glance, heās just not. yes, he might get interested or you may catch his attention, but heās not going to fall in love with someone because they have a pretty smile. itās not that heās calculated or over-thinks his emotions, he knows exactly what he feels, itās just that his heart is a little slow when it comes to falling in love. heās such an energetic all-over-the-place person that love is never really on his mind (he gets into some trouble with accidentally leading girls on because heās so friendly). when he eventually falls in love, though....oh boy. he stutters, heās over-thinking all his movements when it comes to you -- heās usually impulsive but with you he really, really doesnāt want to screw up. he wants everything to go smoothly -- so heās the type to plan out a confession and actually try to stick to it. when it comes to something like love, bokuto is surprisingly slow and careful, because he knows how fragile a heart is.Ā
never gets angry: i think most people like to imagine his anger is so rare because the image of an angry bokuto is scary, especially with his stature. and while itās true his anger is uncommon (because heās good at processing his own emotions and not lashing out at others), when he does get angry it can be pretty unnerving. heās the type to slam his fist on the counter unknowingly when having a really bad fight with his lover, and he has a booming voice. heād never hit someone, but he doesnāt realize how intimidating his physique is. anger is uncommon, but that doesnāt mean heās not scary. he always apologize afterwards, though.
boundless confidence: i touched on it earlier, that he has bouts of insecurity, but again, i really want to emphasize that heās not endlessly confident. honestly, maybe in the anime and manga he seems that way, but if you want to make him more human, have more life than a fictional character, you have to create limits or certain traits. bokuto is very sensitive, and the slightest thing can either inflate his ego or deflate it. plays in volleyball constantly not working may dig at his confidence, but he always re-inflates. in real life, outside the court, there are things that keep his confidence low everytime they happen. fights with his lover are one of these things; heāll get jealous when they leave the apartment after a fight because heāll worry about you finding someone more stable than him. jealousy alone is a solid sign of chipped confidence, something that someone as sensitive as bokuto gets every once in a while.Ā
overall, bokuto is a lot more intelligent than what people give him credit for. heās honest with his own emotions and can read people very well, which is probably why heās such a people person, but he still has flaws. he does not have boundless confidence or have no perception of boundaries; heās unbelievably understanding. he may be initially insecure, have intimidating anger, etc. but ,after all, heās human, isnāt he?Ā
kuroo tetsuro.Ā
sex god: donāt get me wrong, I definitely believe that heās had a lover or two, especially in college, and that heās played the field a little bit. but i donāt see him as the guy that has had sex with every person in his major. heās a genuine guy and canāt have sex with someone heās not emotionally invested in -- despite not being aĀ āplayerā, heās totally gotten in trouble with a few people because they think heās leading them on when he walks with them to class everyday.Ā
intimidating: people always characterize him as this mysterious, sexually intimidating guy, but i just canāt see him as someone intimidating. if anything, he may be a little unapproachable because he has a really tight knit group of friends that heās always with, but heās not scary. heās not the center of attention but heās not a wallflower either, he enjoys observing people and watching drama play out, but heās not silent and glaring all the time. heās quite fun, heās loud, and he enjoys embarrassing his friends in public. heās the type to twerk in public and laugh his ass off when akaashi or kenma give him the side-eye and bro-kuto joins in. he likes to have fun, ya know? i donāt know about you, but a guy that twerks in public isnāt very scary, to me at least.Ā
prideful: I understand why people paint him as a prideful guy, he obviously likes what he does and has a personable personality, but honestly, heās not perfect. he often has moments where he doubts himself because of his past decisions, his career one of them. kuroo is an amazing middle blocker, and his choice to go into sports advertisement rather than an actual volleyball league no doubt haunts him at night sometimes. he thinks of theĀ āwhat-ifsā, and he dreams of what he could be. especially since his best friend is bokuto, a professional player, itās often on his mind. itās a super touchy subject for him, and if someone were to question his job-choice i have no doubt that heād get really sour and distant from that person because heās not sure of himself either.Ā
frat boy: heās not someone who canāt cook, heās not someone who sleeps at 5am everyday, hungover. heās not the type of person to be immature in any way -- heās got his shit together. iām sure most people can actually see this, but kuroo is very responsible and realistic (which is part of the reason he didnāt do professional volleyball). he does his taxes, does his homework, gives out good advice, gets up early and eats everything that a healthy person should eat (in all the right proportions, too). he doesnāt even drink often, if anything heās just a social drinker. he goes to bed at 10pm and wakes up at 6am to work out, no joke. heās gotta keep that physique somehow.Ā
decisive:Ā i know i said heās responsible, but i donāt think that translates to decisive. i can see him having a lot of conflicting things going on in his life, different wants and different paths that he wants to take but canāt keep all open. it happens in love, his career, his college major, etc. he wants a lot in life, he wants success, happiness, a good love-life, everything. when he had to choose between volleyball and a life-long, stable career, he was broken for weeks. was he good enough for his dream? was it wise to chase his dream? would it be better to get more kids into volleyball, do what he did, what he couldnāt do? in his love life he always hesitates, too: does he see a life with them? how long will they love him? will they be able to deal with him once they see that heās not perfect? is it worth it? it doesnāt matter if heās in love or not, because his extreme caution can come off as very distant and unwilling to let you in, hence his toxic trait. heās indecisive, scared, yet passionate and hard-working.Ā
overall, kuroo is full of contradiction. he wants a lot from life and is willing to work for it. he has dreams and tries to stay healthy and put himself out there, have fun, the whole shabang -- but heās not perfect. heās overly cautious when it comes to making important decisions simply because he can see a future with all of the different paths he can take. but honestly, isnāt everyone a little contradictory?Ā
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time enough for counting (when the dealing's done)
McShep + Vegas fix-it, requested by @beautifulmonster. 2k, rated M.
Bad beat
John had always known it would end like this.Ā
Well, the space aliens and the shady government organization had been a surprise. But the bleeding out, alone in the desert - yeah, that was always how he was going to go.
Thereās a kind of dark satisfaction in seeing the world turn out exactly as shitty and brutal as you knew it would be. Called it.
His moment of sick vindication is interrupted, though, by a figure standing over him and peering down with cursory interest.
Sharp black suit, spotless even in the heat and the muck. Hands in pockets, head quirked in something that might be amusement. āShould have known youād pull a stunt like this,ā it says, and John would smirk at playing to type but the blood loss pulls him under.
Ante up
He wakes to pain. Vicious, lancing pain and the cloying smell of antiseptic and the beeping of monitors. He tries to sit up and his chest screams until he collapses back onto the bed.
Next to him, a slightly rumpled McKay is tapping furiously at a laptop. āDonāt go dying on me now, Sheppard,ā he says without looking up. āIāve got plans for you.ā
Buy-in
The next time he wakes, the light has faded. It must be evening.Ā
The hospital room - his own private room, he realizes - is nice. Far too nice for the local joint. Must be private. Must have cost someone a pretty penny. He would have told whoever it is to save their cash.
āYouāre awake. Good.ā McKay strides in, less rumpled now. Neat black suit back in perfect order. āI donāt have much time, so listen up.ā
He tells John how they destroyed the Wraith target before he could get a message to his buddies in Pegasus. How this universe is safe, but the spacetime rift has sent that information echoing through other universes. How theyāre putting together a team to visit these other universes; warn them, offer to help if they can.
How heāll be leaving in a few hours to head up the program. How he thinks John might be able to help.
John blinks. His eyelids are sticky and his mouth is full of fluff.
āWhy the hell would you bring this to me?ā
McKay flashes him an enigmatic smile. āYou did save the world. Maybe youāre more of a hero than you realize.ā
On the flop
He gets unceremoniously booted out of the hospital a few days later, when it becomes obvious that heās not going to die and whoever was bankrolling his stay isnāt any more.
His car is totaled. The money inside is gone. Heās got the clothes on his back, a mountain of debt, no job, and -
He sticks a hand into the pocket of his jacket. Thereās something in there: a neat rectangle of card which reads, Doctor Rodney McKay, PhD PhD. Donāt call me, Iāll call you. Thereās no phone number.
He heads for the nearest motel he can find, picks up two bottles of rotgut whiskey, and drinks until he manages to pass out amid the sounds of yelling and the scuttering of cockroaches.Ā
Into the muck
Whatever the fuck else might be going on in the world, there is always the constant: 52 cards, 4 suits, the flick of the dealerās wrist as he lays out your fortunes, the wins and the loses and the ones where you came oh so close.
Heās back at Mikeyās within a week, borrowing more to get out ahead of this debt, even though he knows thatās never going to work.
Maybe itāll be different this time. Maybe he can win what he needs, pay off the people he has to, and use the rest to make a start somewhere other than here. Anywhere other than this desert full of chips and blood and corpses and filth.
Itās going to be a good night, he tells himself as he settles into a squeaky plastic chair at a low-roller table and looks around at his competition. Tourists and chumps, and he can take these guys no problem.
Pot-committed
Heās woken by a shrill ringing. His head feels like heās stuck it in a cement mixer and his mouth tastes like cheap whiskey and puke. He rolls over, covers his ears with a ratty pillow, and ignores it.
The ringing continues. What the fuck? Itās a phone. It keeps ringing. He doesnāt own a phone.
Whoever the fuck is calling is still going, so with a groan he sits up and, bleary-eyed, looks for the phone. He finds it in his jacket pocket, and heās almost certain it wasnāt there last night.
āYeah?ā he says as he answers it. āWhat do you want?ā
āSheppard,ā a crisp, familiar voice says. āIāve got a job for you.ā
Sheppard closes his eyes. The last thing he needs right now is a world-ending crisis. āCanāt,ā he says shortly. āIāve got⦠business to attend to.ā
McKay snorts. āAnother fortune to lose at the poker table? Iām sure you do.ā John can hear judgement radiating down the phone line. Then McKay sighs and softens. āTell you what, meet me and hear me out, and Iāll see what I can do about clearing that off-the-books debt for you.ā
That pings Johnās bullshit meter, for sure, because that much money doesnāt get casually tossed around even in defense circles. But McKay gives him the address of a pancake place to meet for breakfast and what the hell, he does like pancakes.
Check in the dark
āWe keep running into you,ā McKay says, shoveling maple syrup-covered pancakes into his mouth with great enthusiasm. āOr, well, other versions of you. Practically every universe weāve visited so far, youāre leading the team.ā
John raises an eyebrow. Not much surprises him any more, but parallel realities strain even his credulity.
āIt would be easier,ā McKay continues, āif you were with us. You could help us explain. People trust you.ā
John jerks back like McKay has slipped a knife between his ribs. McKay doesnāt seem to notice, or perhaps he does notice and is tactful or manipulative enough not to acknowledge it.
āCome work with me. Weād need to get you some -ā he gestures with a fork, ā- training, obviously. But you could be useful. You could do some good.ā
John shifts in his seat. āI canāt just leave.ā
McKay scowls at him. āRight, because youāve got so many compelling reasons to stay.ā
Gutshot
He ends up in some anonymous Air Force bunker in Colorado, of all places, and being around so much military life has his hackles rising. Heās deposited in a blank, windowless room with a desk covered in stacks of carefully redacted mission reports from the Stargate program which he reads voraciously because this is wild, this is unbelievable, but itās also all true.
McKay finds him a few days later, lounging in the doorway as impeccable as ever. John is suddenly very aware of the fact heās been sleeping in his clothes.
āKeeping busy?ā McKay asks, voice dripping with condescension and something else John doesnāt want to put his finger on.
John nibbles the pen heās holding as he considers how to answer that, and he notices the way McKayās eyes flick to his mouth. Ahh. Interesting.
āStaying out of trouble, at least,ā he drawls, letting his posture slacken so heās lounging against the back of the chair and his knees are spread wide. Itās been a while but he knows how to play this game.Ā
McKay walks around to his side of the desk, each step measured and precise. Not too fast, no sudden movements, a predator lining up for the kill. John tilts his head back and bares his neck, because he knows how to play the role of prey. McKay perches on the edge of the desk between his legs, looks down his nose, and says, āSomehow I doubt that.ā
āI can behave.ā He looks up from under his lashes. Itās not exactly subtle, but fuck it, theyāre way past that by now. āWhen properly motivated.ā
McKay leans in, all sharp smiles and gleaming edges, and John shudders. McKay notices and the sharp edges of his smile glistens.Ā
āI know you can, Sheppard,ā McKay says in a low voice that has the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. āI told you before. I know everything about you.ā
Damn the man, John thinks, and then McKay winds his fingers into John's hair and yanks him in for a hot, messy kiss and John stops thinking altogether.Ā
Afterwards, as he makes vain attempts to pull up his shirt collar to hide the bite marks and to wipe the come stains off the classified military files, John reflects that he may truly be in over his head this time.
Under the gun
A stack of paperwork drops onto his desk with a dull thud. He looks up to find the scowling face of Major Davis.
āConsultant,ā Davis says, chilly as ice. āThatās what the Pentagon is willing to offer. Youāll get a salary and accommodation, and in return youāll help Doctor McKay with his research while heās on Earth.ā
John opens his mouth, though whether itās to say thank you, to tell Davis to go fuck himself, or to ask for more money, he isnāt sure. Davis holds up a hand to stop him before he can find out.
āI advised against it, given your record. But McKay is a real pain in the ass when he wants to be. So this is whatās on the table. Take it or leave it.ā
Tell
McKayās brow is furrowed and heās fiddling with some piece of machinery (probably alien, John thinks, and it seems that sort of thing is part of his life now). It blinks to life for a moment before the lights on the top fade away, and McKay swears and bangs it on the table.
āHey, easy, Chewie,ā John chides.
McKayās eyes narrow. āI thought you said you didnāt like science fiction.ā
āStar Wars isnāt science fiction. Itās science fantasy.ā
McKay actually smiles at that, something joyous leaping up in the corners of his mouth.
āKnew you were a nerd,ā McKay says under his breath, and John punches him playfully in the shoulder. Heās defending his honor, or something.
McKay ducks his head, and a blush creeps up the back of his neck.
Ace high
āIāve got a surprise for you.ā McKay looks even smugger than usual.Ā
āYeah?ā John slips a leer into the syllable.
But McKay just rolls his eyes. āNot like that. Come on, thereās something I want you to see.ā
He leads him down through the base to a lower level, through endless security checks and into a dark hanger. Thereās some technology theyāve acquired from an off-world source, he explains, deliberately vague. Heās trying to make some modifications to it, and he thinks John can help with testing.
John has learned to expect the unexpected in this place, but when the lights of the hanger flicker on his breath still catches. It illuminates a ship unlike anything heās seen before: slick and cylindrical, rear hatch open to show seats and consoles inside.
āItās fitted with inertial dampers, weapons, a shield,ā McKay says breezily. āOh, and youāll like this.ā He flicks a button on a control and the ship disappears in a haze like hot air. āItās got a cloak too.ā
Itās like something out of a movie, and John is struck speechless. He follows wide-eyed as McKay decloaks the ship to lead them inside and gestures for him to sit.
And woah, the moment he sits the chair glows and a holographic interface springs up in front of him, and he can feel the ship in his mind. He reaches out with a thought and - ping - the display shows a schematic of the hanger.
āKnew youād be a natural,ā McKay says, managing to sound both condescending and delighted. āWant to take her for a spin?ā
Yes, everything in him screams, but he thinks about flames and smoke and the shrill, piercing whine of a tail rotor failing, and he grits his teeth against it and says, āI donāt fly any more,ā instead.
McKay gives him a long, cool look.Ā
āWeāll start small,ā McKay says, all business, and itās so easy to relax and follow his lead. āI need you to activate the inertial dampeners while I adjust the shield field strength.ā
Okay. Okay. He can do that.
The ship whirs to life.
Short stack
John stares at the blank white walls of his apartment.
Itās better than most places heās lived in. No roaches, for a start, and itās clean and has its own kitchen.
But itās infuriatingly bland, and Colorado is infuriatingly empty, and thereās not so much as a slot machine within an hourās drive and he is climbing the walls here.
McKay has disappeared on one of those weeks-long missions he canāt or wonāt tell John about, and thereās a restless itching under his skin thatās urging him to drink or gamble or fuck or something, and this whole planet seems too small and too constrictive but he doesnāt want to climb under a blanket of booze and drain it all away.
He wants more.
On the river
āModifications are done,ā McKay announces. āShall we test her out?ā
The we makes something squirm in Johnās gut but he dismisses it with a lazy, āItās your alien spaceship.ā
McKay looks for a moment like heās going to say something, but then he pulls out a radio and talks into that instead. āThis is Gate Ship One, ready for initial shield test burst.ā
āGate Ship One?ā John scoffs. āThatās the best you could come up with?ā
āItās a ship that goes through the gate,ā McKay pouts, and damn, thatās kind of cute. āWhy, what would your suggestion be?ā
John tilts his head. Heās seen footage of the ship traveling through the stargate, leaping through the event horizon and leaving barely a ripple in its wake. āSeems more like a puddle jumper to me.ā
āYou have the soul of a poet,ā McKay says acerbically.Ā
And damn if thatās not kind of cute too.
Dealerās choice
āCome with me,ā McKay says, and John is ready to say yes before heās even finished speaking. āTo Pegasus. To Atlantis. I need to get back there, and Iām sure we can find a way to make you useful.ā A little smirk at the end there.
āI donāt know how the Pentagon is going to feel about that,ā John says, deliberately languid to hide the way his heart is pounding in his chest. Escape, adventure, somewhere new, somewhere he could be a new person, and he wants it so much it aches.
āEh, fuck them. They canāt say no to me.ā
āOkay,ā he shrugs. āNot like Iāve got anything better to do here.ā
McKay gives him a look that shoots straight through his defenses and down to his sticky innards. āYeah, okay,ā he says, and itās soft in a way that makes the ache in Johnās chest twist into a deep burn.
All in
The jumper hovers in the air in front of the stargate.Ā
āNervous?ā McKay asks, carefully casual, like he doesnāt already know the answer.
John hums. The inside of the jumper feels as much like home as any place he knows. Whatās another galaxy to a man with no ties?
āYouāre going to love it there,ā McKay says with a smile he canāt hide. He dials up the gate and it engages with a tremendous whoosh and a burst of brilliant blue light.
Here goes nothing, he thinks as McKay deploys the drive pods and fires up the engines. One last new start.Ā
#mcshep#stargate atlantis#my writing#beautifulmonster#love!! this verse!!!#someone give vegas john a warm blanket and some love i beg you
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taeil ā part of the my bloody valentine collection.
prompt. soulmates are connected by a red string.
synopsis. taeil thinks the whole system is bullshit. he needs to take matters into his own hands.
warnings. tread cautiously. swearing, mentions of death, blood, mentions of kidnapping, violence, turning a 'lil dubcon near the end, severe stockholm syndrome, manipulationĀ
disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you donāt like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldnāt act like this in real life.Ā
thank you to.Ā sexeh sam @yukwonghei, cutie charlie @dundun-baby, and baby rina @greenish-taro for beta-reading!
since he was a kid, heās fantasized about meeting his soulmate. creating scenario after scenario of how heād meet āthe oneā as he had cheesily addressed and had absolutely freaked when he finally saw the red string tied around his right wrist on his 20th birthdayācourtesy of the soulmate rules of the universe, where one will finally be able to see the string tied around their body once theyāve come of age.Ā
for years before he met that other soul whoās destined to be with him, taeil would stare at the red thread lying across the floor, disappearing under the gap of his door and out to the world unknown. heād be so distracted, so aloof and in his own world as he anticipates the long-awaited day until his professor calls him outāāmoon! do yourself a favor and stop daydreaming!ā
until his friends snap him out of itāāthinking of them again? really?ā
until his parents shake him out of his thoughtsāādonāt worry, i bet theyāll love you!ā
sometimes he just loved staring at the string, it was something so measly as a bunch of threads intricately woven together yet it held such a symbol in todayās world. call him lovesick or stupid but was it really wrong to feel excited? taeilās even betting the person on the other side of this string is just as excited as he was, if not more.Ā
in the manās eyes, the strings are a symbol of something more than loveāit symbolized the person the universe has created especially for him and no one else.Ā
taeil canāt even imagine a world without these strings. how difficult it would be, to love and invest in someone who will only end up breaking your heart? no, the strings also meant reassurance.Ā
assurance that he wonāt get hurt.Ā
an assurance of faithfulness.Ā
he had only been a wide-eyed fresh grad looking for some place to intern when it happened. like a scene right out of a cheesy romance movieāhe felt the persistent tugs of the string before finally meeting his soulmate. well, using the word meetĀ to describe the whole ordeal is a huge stretch because it was more of a holy shit, is that my soulmate?Ā rather than a hi, i'm your soulmate, taeil!
he merely saw the back of her poised figure but taeilās heart felt like it wanted to explode, his emotions a mess and feeling everything to the extremes. nervous. scared. anxiety. happiness. excitementāit was all coming at him like bullets.Ā
as taeil stared at her back, walking away, johnny kept shoving him forward, encouraging him to finally approach the person heās been waiting for ever since that soulmate string appeared around his pinky.Ā
but he couldnātānot because he was so anxious heād accidentally vomit the 4-cheese whopper he had for lunch but due to the line of people trailing behind his soulmate like a bunch of baby ducks to their mom. the thought of coming up to his soulmate and introducing himself in front of all those people?
romantic, maybe, but taeil doesnāt have the stomach to do that.Ā
he remembers how much johnny had wolf whistled, unbelieving of the fact his friend managed to snag the possible heir to the company theyāre attending an interview in as his soulmate.Ā
ālucky little asshole,ā johnny muttered.Ā
taeil had been experiencing the post-effects of seeing his soulmate that he just weakly punched johnnyās arm for the heck of it. he probably didnāt even hear the nameĀ his younger friend had called him. taeilās mind is clouding over, no thoughts in his head but the white polo shirt she wore, sleeves neatly rolled up, and the black pencil skirt hugging her legs and making her ass look so plump.Ā
focus. he needs to focus on the interview right now or else he wonāt even have the chance to work here and officially meet her. everything the interviewer asked passed through his head like paper planes in a classroom, shamelessly asking the woman sitting before him to repeat the question, too busy reveling about how their soulmate story would be the clichĆ© office-love. not that taeil minds, heād love going to work togetherā
two weeks later, johnny receives an email of acceptance. taeil doesnāt.
the man nearly threw his laptop away out of sheer disbelief and anger. okay, sure, maybe he couldāve done better in the interview but he graduated with latin honors in college! and from a prestigiousĀ college at that. he shouldnāt even be applying as a mere internĀ with the skill set he had yet he went with it because heād always dreamed of working there.Ā
and now knowing his soulmate is possibly someone who holds a high position in the company? everything just kept getting better and better for moon taeil.Ā
except for that fucking emailāpft, or lack thereof. how can they not accept him when heās more capable than johnny, anyway? for fuckās sake! taeil doesnāt even ask that guy for rent and heās so thick-skinned that he stayed up to this day and freeloaded off taeilās food and shelter.Ā
the absolute unfairness of the situation makes taeilās blood reach a fever point. heās completely lossed it, leading him to spit āget the fuck out!ā to the other male occupant in the apartment with eyes glaring and lips pulled into a nasty sneer.Ā
johnnyās never seen taeil this upset before and decided that heād be better off abiding by the older manās wishes instead of contradicting it.Ā
no. no. no. this canāt be happening. if taeil doesnāt work there, with her, all his sweet fantasies wonāt come true and god forbid she ends up falling for another person in the company.Ā
anyone would be naturally drawn to taeilās soulmate. in his eyes, sheās a goddess in the flesh. taeil doesnāt even need to see her face, from the few seconds he saw a glimpse of her, her presence and allure in itself is already eye-catching. the way her low ponytail swished from side to side as she walked, her back straight and head held high.Ā
taeil needs to see her again. maybe if she finds out heās her soulmate sheāll put a good word in and heāll get hired.Ā
yeah. yeah, thatās a good plan.Ā
āplease get out of my office or iāll call security.ā
or not.
āno, wait. but i just said iām your soulmate!ā to further prove his point, he even raises up his pinky and sure enough the other end of the string is tied around hers. the incessant pull is there and if not for her sharp cold eyes anchoring him to the ground, taeil wouldāve long been soaring high in cloud nine.Ā
āand i said i donāt care,ā she snaps just as her fingers sneakily pressed a button in her phone. āi have a fiancĆ©. the whole soulmate bullshit doesnāt apply to rich people. so for the fucking last time, get out of my office.ā
ābutāā
the double doors of the vice presidentās office bounces off the walls when two burly guards barge in. dressed in a white long sleeves and those heavy tinted shades of glasses that taeil hates. the two men waste no time in hooking their arms underneath the smaller, frail man as he thrashes against their arms.Ā
āhow can you not care about your soulmate?!ā taeil can feel the beginning licks of the flames eating up his whole world as everything comes crashing down before his very eyes. āiāve beenāiāve been waiting my whole life for you and this is how you treat me?!āĀ
he doesnāt know what hurts more, the scratch in his throat as he screamed with all his might or the stoic look written on her face as the guards haul him away.Ā
when johnny heard the news heād never felt so sorry for his friend. rumors that initially circulated only between the executive board members had spread and trickled down to the common folk on the lower levels. johnny making it a mission to find out, had extracted himself from his usual cheery and extroverted self to blend in with the background. taeil has yet to talk to him after he got kicked out, so asking his friendāor ex-friend?āabout what happened is out of the question.Ā
but like any other breed of rumor, the tale of their vice presidentās soulmate barging in her office is ever changing through each mouth that tells the story. johnny doesn't know what to believe in. heās been trying to put off a meeting with the older man ever since he started crashing in taeyongās apartment instead. not that taeil himself even triedĀ reaching out to johnny, anyway.Ā
so why should he, when he doesnāt even know what he did wrong?
but thereās a nagging voice at the back of johnnyās head. his conscience isnāt too loud but it doesnāt change the fact that itās there and it doesnāt need excessive volumes to be heard. all it takes is a second of distraction from the paperwork he does, attention straying from the task at hand, and his body will automatically be wracked with guilt.Ā
knowing how much taeil had waited for his soulmate to come to his life, knowing how taeil can readily give everything up for his soulmate without even meeting them yet⦠and now knowing taeil just got the worst ever rejection in his entire life?
johnny canāt possibly imagine the pain heās going through. is he really going to choose now out of all times to be petty because taeil kicked him out when he didnāt even bother asking johnny for anything in return during his stay in the apartment?
so when taeil finally contacted him, the sketchyness of what he had asked for flew right over johnnyās head. rational thoughts flying out the window because taeil needs him, he should his friend after everything taeil did for himā
āhey, uhm⦠i need insiderās information, can you do that for me?ā
you shook your head at the long story johnny told you. tuffs of your hair have escaped the intricate pigtails taeil has put your hair up in earlier before he left for work. heās always hated having your hair messy, but at the moment you couldnāt find yourself to care.Ā
āi wouldnāt put it past taeilās original soulmateā¦ā you think aloud, mouth speaking before you can stop yourself as you stare disdainfully at the dulled string wrapped around your pinkyāit lost its divine red glow after your captor had cut it off on the same day he whisked you away.
ironic, how easy it was to destroy something so important.
you backtracked, realizing the gravity of what you said before looking up at your captorās friend. johnny doesnāt look all too impressed and he sighs at the pleading look in your eyes. please, donāt tell him.
āi guess youāre somewhat rightā¦ā he gives in, coursing his fingers through his hair. ātaeil had been⦠very passionateĀ on finding his soulmate. but i mean, come on, whyād you even marry someone who isnāt your soulmate? i donāt blame taeil for doing what he did to them.ā
johnny ignores the way your breath hitches and your body halts all movement. āwhatāwhat did he do?ā
āpaid them a ālil visit after gathering enough resources from someone on the inside,ā his face stoic, voice monotone. johnny doesnāt like talking about this one. āhe studied their schedules, where they live, where they work, how they get to work, what time they sleep, what time they wake. then just one dayā¦āĀ
he drags a finger across his neck.
āoh.āĀ
pathetically, it was all you can say. why did you even bother to ask, anyway? if taeil had been willing to exert force just to keep you in line, then he has the stomach for whatever gruesome deaths he subjected his soulmate and her fiancƩ to.
you nibble on your lip as you stare at the knot of thread lying on the floor. you donāt see the need to wear the collar wrapped around your neck when that knot is good enough a reminder that youāre now bound to taeil. that heās fucked around with your destiny and decided heāll have youĀ out of all people.Ā
its hard to believe taeil once almost worshipped the soulmate bonds, not when all heās ever done is look at it like it's the bane of his existence and calling it a curse to humanity.
ādo you know that youāreāā
āthat iām the 5th? yeah, i know. i saw all the knots on his string.ā you defeatedly say, a vivid image of the knots spaced across his string like tophies. ātaeil doesnāt like me staring at them, though.ā
and you yourself didnāt like staring at them. you never thought something so small and insignificant can mean something so sinister. the knots on his string acting like a body counter. will he get sick of you one day and youāll just be another knot on his string?
āyouāre nothing like his soulmateāiām not insulting you or anything, iām just saying the truth. the past girls all had at leastĀ something in common with her but you⦠nothing. not even your hair shines like hers, and thatās even after taeil has taken good care of you.ā
this doesnāt soothe you in any sense and before you can open your mouth to retort, the familiar beeping of the code getting punched into the keypad cuts you off.Ā
taeil stood in the entrance as he shrugged off his coat, his polo crinkled at some areas and pieces of his hair had escaped that slicked back hairstyle.Ā
āyouāre home earlyā¦ā
your blood runs cold when he doesnāt even offer you a glance, skipping you out and immediately addressing johnny. āi thought i told you to go home already after delivering the food.ā
you admire the way johnnyās eyes roll. must be nice not to be so fucking terrified of the man. āyeah, but your current sweetheart here was lonely and practically begged me to stay.ā
the sting of betrayal never grows familiar.Ā
āi never said anythingāā
āyou did, have you forgotten already?ā you hate the show of lust clouding in johnnyās eyes as he stares you down. this canāt be happening right now. āhave you forgotten how you even came unto me? whined like a bitch about how taeil doesnāt even fuck you hard enough and you had to fake orgasms all the time?ā
āthatās not true!ā your frustration manifests as tears. they sting your eyes as you look at taeil. āi never said anythingāā
but you pale when you realize theyāre not even listening to you, the two guys fist bumping in the foyer and exchanging a few words like āthanks for telling me,ā and āno problem, bro,ā were heard before taeil is heatedly storming up to you.Ā
you feel numb as you look over taeilās shoulder at the little smirk johnny shoots at you. have fun, he mouths mockingly and then heās out the door, extracting himself from the mess he created.Ā
when taeil wordlessly drags you across the hallway, you thought heāll make a right turn and into the bedroom but imagine your surprise when he pulls you instead towards the bathroom. he wastes no time throwing you against the cold hard tiles as he tells you only one thing.Ā
āstrip.ā
ātaeilā¦ā
āyou donāt want to be replaced.ā it doesnāt take a genius to know taeil had hit the nail on the head. all your movements come to a halt, looking up at him with an unreadable look in your face. āthatās your fear, isnāt it? that if you die, if i kill you, i can just look for another girl and youād be forgotten at the snap of a finger. iām right, arenāt i?ā
you gulp, his words stinging even if he didnāt mean for it to sting. or maybe he did. taeil takes a step closer to you, studying your appearance as he brings a hand up to caress your tear-stained face.Ā
spots in your clothes are wet due to the splashes of water on the tiles, and the clips in your hair that once looked neat and perfect are now hanging in disarray, falling off in some places.Ā
āiām sorry,ā you sob. āiām sorry, johnājohnnyās lying. youāyou have toāto believe me. please donāt replace me⦠iāll be good, i promiseā¦ā
truly, thereās no better motivator than fear. and thereās no better way to mess with someoneās head than using their weakness against them.Ā
āyou say youāll be good but i tell you to strip and you couldnāt even do that?āĀ
taeil could never imagine replacing you. he finds it stupid, whatever that brought in this fear of yours, but it doesnāt mean he wonāt be extracting every little bit he can get out of this.
he can only stare in awe when you start wiggling your way out of your pretty pink clothes, eyes drinking every bit of your skin slowly being exposed to him as he reaches behind you to open the running water, slowly filling the bathtub.
āget in,ā he instructs and you waste no time.Ā
as he sheds his own clothes, he can practically feel the want radiating off you. he knew johnnyās lying, but he humored his friend still. thereās no way you can fake the noises you always make. plus, taeil has seen one too many times the cum dribbling out of your cunt after heās fucked you into oblivion. he scoffs. harder? then heāll be breaking you in half already.Ā
taeil swats your hand away as it reaches for his cock and he hopes you donāt notice it twitching before you when you let out a cute whine.Ā
āyou want it?ā
you nod urgently, salavitating at the thought. taeil was more of a giver to his partners, itās rare for him to take his pleasure first but you��re far from complaining.Ā
āoh, i donāt knowā¦ā he pouts, fisting himself in front of you before giving it a few testing pumps. he swallows the hiss threatening to spill from his lips, chuckling instead at the intense look in your eyes as it follows his hand movements.Ā
you were by far the most compliant girl heās ever had, someone whoād rather stay than escape. his methods of forcing someone into submission worked extremely well with you. so really, how can he let go of his glorified little pet?
āyouāre not lying to me, arenāt you? i got hurt, you know, with what johnny said⦠i guess i was doing something wrong.ā
āno!ā your reply is immediate. āno, thatās not trueāā
hands wrap around your throat like a vice. āhow about you prove it to me, love? tell me everything i want to hear.ā
now, this is easy. youāve practically memorized everything you need to tell him to boost his ego. it doesnāt even take much of an effort.Ā
āi love your cock so much that my body hurts. it hits all the right places inside of me and i will never even dream of wanting another man because they wonāt be able to fuck me like you do.ā
you feel giddy when he smiles that satisfied smile, your toes curling in anticipation as he leans in to give his obedient darling a kissā
until he shoves your face down the water.Ā
it doesnāt take much effort to wrestle your limbs down and insert himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your lush and moist walls sucking him in. youāre always so damn wet when he fucks you, oh how much he lovesĀ it. loves how tighter your cunt wraps around him as you squirm and fight him to get to the surface of the half-filled tub.
it was only after a few deep thrusts did he relent and pull you up, the few hair clips in your hair floating in the water around as you gasp greedy amounts of air. one look at taeilās face pulled in ecstasy is enough for you to know it was well worth it.
maybe being rejected by his soulmate was a blessing in disguise. maybe the disobedience of every girl he took before you had been deliberately well-planned. or else heād never wouldāve met you.Ā
taeil was right. all the soulmate and soulmark shit is utterly useless and stupid. because you are by no means his soulmate, but fuck heāll never let you go.
not when your destiny is to lay there underneath him, taking whatever it is that he gave you like a good little whore.Ā
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Stark Spangled Banner

Chapter 12: Fairy Tale Of New York Part 2- Love In An Elevator
Summary:Ā In the run up to the Festive Period, Katie presents the Publishing Company proposal to the Stark Industries board, and our favourite coupleĀ spend their first Christmas together in New York. New Yearās Eve is welcomed in with a bang at a Stark Industries Gala and Steveās simply happy he has his girl by his sideā¦even when thereās a little mishap in The Elevator
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
Warnings: SMUT (NSFW!) So over 18s only please. And some teeth rotting fluff⦠and LANGUAGE
A/N:Ā This part was a smutty one shot written as a request from @icanfeelastormbrewingā, but I decided it sits better as a part of the main story line.Ā Ā
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Chapter 12 Part 1
Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Ā āWhat are you wearing?ā Tony asked as Katie looked up from where she was sat with Natasha in the main area of the party room, the two of them watching re-runs of Friends on the large holo-screen.
She looked down, āWhat does it look like?ā
āA hoody with a Captain America shield on it.ā
āYouāre cleverā¦ā Natasha quipped. Tony ignored her and continued talking to Katie.
āDid he give you that?ā
Steve, who had at that moment walked into the room, sighed and crossed his arms.
āNo I didnāt.ā
āIāve had it a while.ā Katie shrugged, smiling up at Steve āHey Soldier. All sorted?ā
He nodded āTony and I did a full sweep of the venue. Evans is keeping an eye on it now until we turn up. Weāll do a final check before we start.ā
āWhereās Pepper?ā Katie looked at Tony.Ā
āMeeting us there.ā Her brother answered, dropping onto the sofa. āThought Iād get ready here and head down with you guys.ā
Katie smiled and checked her watch, giving a start. āOh, shit, Franco will be here soon to do our hairā¦then we need to get dressed before make upā¦Nat, we need to go.ā
Natasha and Katie stood up, Katie giving Steve a quick peck on the lips as she passed him. āIāll let you know when itās safe to come upā
āOkay.ā He nodded, watching the pair of them as they headed off to get ready.
āSafe?ā Tony looked at Steve, and he gave a shrug.
āIām assuming she means once theyāre actually dressedā¦ā His eyes flicked to the TV.Ā
Tony pondered for a moment before he stood up. āDrink?ā
āSure, thanks Tony.ā Steve nodded, his eyes turning to Clint as he walked into the room.
āHey.ā The Archer greeted them both, a huge grin plastered on his face.
āWhat are you looking so pleased at?ā Tony asked him as he rounded the side of the bar.
āI am excited!ā he smiled āTo see this huge New Yearās celebration to End all New Yearās celebrations youāve been talking so much aboutā¦ā
āWell, you know I can throw a party.ā Tony mused, grabbing a bottle of scotch and three glasses.
They were joined shortly by Bruce, and the four of them sat drinking for an hour, talking about anything and everything, before Tony looked at his watch and decided he too needed to get ready. Following suit, Steve decided to brave whatever chaos was going on in the apartment upstairs and as he walked into the living room he could hear chatter coming from the bedroom.
āWell, it kinda fits, but I fall out of the top a bit.ā he heard his girl say. āI only wore it once. You can have it if you want.ā
Steve approached the bedroom, to find the door open. He took one glance inside and once he had stopped staring at his girl, he felt his mouth drop open at the chaos the two women had created.
āWhat the hell?ā
Katie and Nat both turned in unison to find Steve leaning on the doorframe, staring wide-eyed at the mess they had created.
āWe got side-trackedā¦ā Katie shrugged before turning back to the closet. āNat decided her dress wasnāt flashy enough after seeing mine so weāre looking for alternatives.ā
"Is that supposed to explain why it looks like the closet threw up all over our room?ā Steve asked, arching an eyebrow.
Katie smiled as she kicked an errant heel out of the way and reached down to dig something out of the pile of clothes on the bed. āWhat do you think about this?ā She asked, holding the shimmering navy mini-dress up.
āDo you actually own that?ā Steve asked, āIāve never seen it.ā
Nat turned to him and raised a single eyebrow. "But youād like to see it on her now, wouldnāt you?ā
āI happen to like the one sheās wearing.ā He said, and he meant it. The scarlet-red, number which she had agonised over buying clung in all the right places, but it was the thigh high split up the right side that was setting his blood pumping, as with every move she made he got a flash of her long, delectably toned leg along with a cheeky flash of that thigh tattoo. Her hair was falling in sleek waves around her shoulders expertly framing her pretty face.
āOooh, now this I like.ā Nat said, pulling out a black silk jumpsuit from the closet.
āYeah thatās nice.ā Katie nodded āI got that in London. Try it on.ā
Nat turned and looked at Steve, jerking her head to the door. Instantly realising what she meant he held his hands up and hastily backed out of the room.
Once he was gone Natasha stripped off and shimmied into the jumpsuit, turning to look at Katie.
āNiceā¦ā Katie nodded, and she meant it. Natās legs looked about a mile long, her waist was tiny, and the deep V neckline at the front flashed her boobs perfectly. āWe just needā¦ā Katie moved to her dresser and pulled out a roll of tit-tape, flashing it at Natasha. Once theyād adjusted the front, it looked perfect.
āVery nice.ā Katie affirmed before shouting out into the hall. āSteve, come here.ā
Steve re-appeared in the doorway, arms folded stoically over his chest, with a rather alarmed-looking Tony by his side.
āYou werenāt kidding.ā Tony muttered as he surveyed the mess.
Katie ignored him and looked at Steve. "Tell Nat how sexy she looks.ā
āKatie!ā Nat exclaimed, and for the first time in the history of knowing her, Katie was amused to see Natās cheeks burning red in embarrassment as Tony barked out a laugh.
āYeah, Iām not gonna tell her that,ā Steve sighed, rubbing at his temple in exasperation.
āI think you look very nice, Natasha.ā Tony offered, smirking. āFor a merciless assassin, that is.ā
āFuck off, Shell-Head.ā She narrowed her eyes at him.
āRude.ā Tony sniffed. āAnyway, I came to tell you your make-up artist has arrived. I sent her to Natās.ā
Steve let out a sigh of relief and Katie looked at him.
āOkay, weāre done here anyway,ā Natasha shrugged. āLetās go.ā
"What? Wait,ā Steve stammered, spinning around and following them to the living room. āYou canāt just come over and trash the place and then leave.ā
āOf course I can,ā Nat shrugged. āWatch.ā
He rolled his eyes. āIām blocking you from this apartment.ā
āErrr technically itās my apartment.ā Katie looked at him as Natasha left, following Tony, and he folded his arms. āJust shove it all on the floor, Iāll sort it later.ā
āYouāre a pain in my ass.ā Steve grumbled and Katie grinned.
āBut you love me. Iāll be back up once my make-up is done.ā
He rolled his eyes again before he smiled softlyĀ āYou look great already. That dress is gonna kill me you know?ā Katie flushed slightly before she leaned up and gave him a soft kiss.Ā āI canāt wait to see you a tux again.ā āYeah?ā
āYeahā¦but Iām gonna enjoy getting you out of it even more.ā
******
āKatie looks nice.ā Bruce commented.
"Nice,ā Rhodey repeated āShe looks unbelievable. Mind you I still remember her as an eighteen year old student with blue streaks in her hairā¦ā
Steve smiled as he watched Katie from where he was propped up against the bar talking to Rhodey and Bruce. She was mingling alongside her brother, talking to a group of people from Stark Industries. He saw her throw her head back in a laugh that was ridiculously over the top yet somehow she managed to make it look perfectly natural. He knew his girl was a knock out. But when he had seen her earlier that evening when her and Natasha had been getting ready he had been lost for words. The dress she had agonised over hung to her every curve, skin bare at her back. Her hair was set in soft, thick waves which framed her face. Her lips were painted in a smiliar red to her dress and the thick, smoky shadow and eyeliner over her lids made her green eyes stand out even more. As he watched, the dark haired, slightly overweight man she was stood next to dropped a hand to the bottom of her back and she turned to smile at him, gently patting his shoulder before she glanced over as Steve, rolled her eyes and mouthedĀ āhelp me.ā He let out a chuckle āScuse me fellasā¦ā and he strode across the room.
āAh, the man of the moment.ā Tony greeted him, āWe were just talking about you.ā āOh?ā Steve smiled, dropping a kiss to Katieās cheek. āAll good I hope?ā
He didnāt even have to shoot Mr Wandering Hands a glare, the man instantly moved away as Katie stepped gently towards Steve, his hand curling around her waist.
āYeah.ā Tony nodded āSorry, Cap this is Jeremy Saul, Finance Director for Stark Industries. Jeremy was just asking where you were.ā āI couldnāt believe for one second this gorgeous lady would be here on her ownā Jeremy smiled offering his hand. Steveās left hand gripped Katieās hip a little tighter and she smirked into her champagne flute as he shook Jeremyās hand with his right. āGood to meet you Captain Rogers.ā āJeremy is part of the board.ā Katie said, levelling Steve with a look. A look that was blatantly telling him to be nothing but charming as Mr Wandering Hands could veto her proposal. So Steve was. He politely listened to the man, answered questions and nodded along until Wandering Handās attention was diverted elsewhere and he excused himself from their company, but only after dropping a lingering kiss to Katieās cheek.
āSlimeball.ā She muttered when he had gone āI swear to God Tony, itās only a matter of time before someone files a sexual harassment case against him.ā Tony snorted āUntil he does something outta line heās staying Kiddo. For one thing heās good at his job, and for another I donāt fancy the rigmarole and bad press associated with a tribunal.ā
āMr Starkā¦ā Happy called to him. Tony spun round to see the man tapping at his watch and gesturing to the stage.
āBetter go before Happy has a heart attack, canāt have my speech being thirty seconds late.ā Tony rolled his eyes and he span on his heels, striding over to Happy, placating the man who as making furious gestures with his hands.
Katie chuckled to herself and grabbed another 2 glasses of champagne off a waiter as he passed, dropping her empties onto the tray. She handed one to Steve who dropped a kiss to her head.
āI know I said it before but you really do look incredible.āHe still couldnāt believe his luck at times. She beamed up at him.
āAnd you.ā And she meant it. He looked good enough to eat in a well fitted black tux and slightly off-white dress shirt, along with the cufflinks she had given him the previous year. She had watched him before as he looked himself up and down in the mirror and now, looking him over as he stood by her, she felt her stomach flutter again. A wicked smirk crossed her face. āCan you leave the suit on later?ā
He was about to quip back that heād do whatever the hell she wanted if she left those heels on too, but there was suddenly loud music blaring out and the light on the stage all started moving around zooming in and zooming out.
Katie, upon hearing the music gave a loud scoff āEgotistical dick!ā She snorted, unable to hide the laugh in her voice.
āI donātā¦ā Steve began but she shook her head.
āYou wonātā she smirked āItās by a band called Queen- One Vision. Listen to the lyrics and youāll understand why he chose it!ā
The introduction music finished and the screen sprang to life at the back of the stage showing Iron Man flying over the tower in New York, and as the first lines of the song sounded in Steveās ear he let out a snort.
The video continued, various bits of footage of Tony in the Iron Man suit, in the office, then there were some of Pepper in the office, Katie, the Avengersā¦it was all very showy for want of a better word, but at the end of the music it abruptly stopped and Tony stepped onto the stage, right hand held up, thanking everyone for the applause that had broken out. Steve noticed that Katie wasnāt clapping, instead she was shaking her head and trying not to laugh.
To give Stark his dues, Steve could see the man knew how to work a crowd. Just like he had seen Howard do many, many years ago. He welcomed everyone, thanked them for coming and talked about the company achievements for the year, the declared turn over, the charity work and thanked everyone for their continued work making Stark Industries a huge success. Katie however had zoned out until she heard her name being mentioned, and Steve nudging her lightly with his elbow.
āWhere are you Kiddo?ā Tony repeated
Katieās eyes grew wide āOh fuck.ā She muttered shrinking into Steve a little as the spotlight found them.
Tony beamed, looking at his sister as she was flushing bright red from being the centre of attention. āIād like to boast for a few moments about my sister if I may. As you will know, Katie and I lost our parents when Katie was only seven years old and some wise guy deemed me responsible enough to become her legal guardian.ā There were some chuckles āBut I canāt have done too bad a job. She graduated with a first from Oxbridge and worked in England heading up our UK branch, and more recently left to serve if you will, as an analyst for an Intelligence Agency before resigning a few months back due to a difference of opinion with the boss.ā
āThatās one way of putting it.ā Steve muttered, causing Katie to smile a little.
āAnd, as of yesterday the Stark Industries board voted in favour of a proposal Katie brought to the-ā āWhat?!ā She spluttered loudly, glancing at Tony who was on the stage, laughs ringing around the room at her reaction
āYes Kiddo, they voted in favour of your proposal, which means next year will see the launch of our latest venture, Stark Independent Publishers. This is a great opportunity for anyone in the business who would like a change in direction and we will be opening positions up internally before we advertise. Keep your eyes peeled.ā Katie gulped, her eyes wide. Theyād accepted her proposal. She was officially in business.
**** The party carried on through the night, and about fifteen minutes or so before midnight Katie, feeling the effects of various drinks grabbed Steveās hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. A dance with his girl was something heād never disagree to so Steve allowed himself to be steered into the throng of partygoers. He moved a little closer to her, slightly put off by all the people surrounding them. But as his arms found their way around her waist and hers snaked around his neck he felt himself relax as they began swaying to the music. The song finished and the music changed pace slightly, but their slow rocking motion remained the same and then Steve realised what the song was.
āHeyā¦ā he grinned and she looked up at him with a small smile. āThis is our song.ā
āI asked them to play it.ā she said, a little sheepishly, but this only made him pull her closer so that their foreheads were resting together before he rubbed his nose gently against hers as the music crashed over them. Steve adjusted his and her arms so they were in a proper dancing hold and they swayed to the song, just as they had done those months ago in her living room.
Tony was watching them out of the corner of his eye as he revolved Pepper around the dancefloor.
āStop it.ā Pepper said, laughing at him.
āWhat?ā He turned his head to look at her.
āWatching themā
Tony smiled, not even trying to hide it anymore as he looked over at where his sister was dancing, her cheek was resting on Steveās chest, top of her head tucked underneath his chin, as she laughed at something he said, tilting her head up to look at him and the smiling captain dropped a soft kiss to her lips.
āIāve never seen her so happy, Pep.ā Tony sighed fondly as he watched the pair of them dancing together.
āI reckon theyāll make great babies.ā Pepper teased, causing Tony to choke on nothing and look at her.
āWhatā¦why wouldā¦is she?ā Pepper let out a laugh and shook her head āNot that I know of but theyāre in it for keeps. I can tell. Heāll have a ring on it by this time next year.ā āWell, so might I.ā Tony teased and Pepper looked at him, smirking.
āYeah, donāt bank on that. I told you, weāre not ready for that yet.ā
āKiddo is fourteen years younger than me.ā Tony pouted.
āAnd fourteen years more mature.ā Pepper smirked as the song drew to an end.
āMiss Potts you are breaking my heart.ā Tony muttered, dropping a kiss to her lips. She smiled and gently pulled away from him, patting his chest and heading to the bar.
The band finished that song and then there was a loud cheer as the large clock on the screen began to count down, Steve and Katie moved to one of the windows to get a look over the city. As the room erupted as the countdown finished, Steve turned to the woman in his arms and smiled at her gently.
āHappy New Year, Beautiful.ā he said softly.
āHappy New Year, Handsomeā She beamed, as his lips met hers.
*****
āYou ok?ā Steve asked Katie as she leaned against the wall of the elevator, letting out a huge sight.
āYeah.ā she said, āJust tiredā¦that wasā¦ā
āDraining, I think is the word.ā Steveās hand reaching up to first undo his tie and then pop the top button of his collar undone. āI donāt know how your brother hosts those galas so often.ā
āWell, Tonyās Tony.ā Katie shrugged, āHeās a show off. I enjoyed it though. Been a while since we held a formal New Yearās party.ā
āYeah, it was kinda fun, and that was brilliant news about the publishers. Iām proud of you, ya know?ā Steve chuckled and turned to his girlfriend. āAnd you looked beautiful tonight.ā
Katie smiled and turned to look Steve over, and raised an eyebrow as she took in his now undone bow-tie, the snug white dress shirt, and his expertly tailored black suit which fit his physique perfectly. āYou donāt look bad yourself, Soldier.ā She grinned, her eyes meeting his and he gave her a smirk.
āI should hope so, the amount this suit cost.ā
āOh stop complainingā she said, āYouāre dating a billionaire.ā
āOh, donāt I know it.ā He looked at her, arching an eyebrow. āYou have no idea how hard it was tryināa figure out what to buy the woman who has everything for Christmasā¦ā
Katie shook her head with a snort āI thought you did amazingly well, your Maās ring was a perfect gift. Plus socks are always a good bet.ā
āYeah, Iām not getting you any more so you can just mix them all up to make odd pairs.ā
Katie let out a laugh as her arms slid up round Steveās neck, āYou know I only do that now to piss you off.ā
āIām well aware of this fact.ā he looked at her, his hands gently resting on the small of her back. āItās a good job I love you.ā
She grinned as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips but just as he was pulling away the elevator jolted slightly, and they were plunged into darkness. Steve steadied the pair of them, before the emergency lighting kicked in and he looked at her.
Ā āJARVIS?ā She called out.
āApologies, Miss Stark.āĀ the AI repliedĀ āWe have a temporary power outage along the left side of the tower.ā
āHow?ā Katie frowned āI didnāt think that was possible with the Arc reactor?ā
āIt isnāt.āĀ JARVIS repliedĀ āThis is down to a planned system shut-down. Mr Stark has been running some updates and as a result there has been a temporary outage on theā¦ā
āOk, Ok.ā Katie grumbled, āDonāt need to know. How long till you fix it?ā
āMr Stark is currently aware that the pair of you areā¦ā
āThatās not answering my question, you know what? Just patch him through.ā Katie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as Steve gently rubbed at her back. He knew she didnāt particularly like confined spaces, and whilst the elevator wasnāt exactly small, she wouldnāt be happy at the fact they were stuck.
āKiddo?ā
āWhat the fuck Tony?ā She blazed at him āA System update?ā
āI forgot all about it!āĀ Tony chuckled.Ā āI thought Iād postponedā¦ā
āYou thought wrong.ā Steve chipped in āWeāre stuck.ā
āYeah, I know. Want me to send Clint through the air-vents for you?ā
āI am NOT crawling through air-vents in a fucking Galliano gown!ā Katie seethed āGet it sorted.ā
āUpdate should be done in 20 minutes.āĀ Tony replied. āSit tightā¦ā Ā
āTwentyā¦twenty minutes? I swear to God, Tony, when I get out of here you are dead!ā
āYeah, yeahā¦āĀ Tony replied, sounding bored āIf you killed me every time you threatened to Iād never have made my 40th birthdayā¦ā
āYouāre such an ass hole.ā
āErrr, be nice or Iāll make it an hour.ā
āFuck you.ā Katie snarled āJARVIS, I donāt want to hear from him again until this is fixed!ā
āAs you wish, Miss Stark.ā
āWhy is he such a dick?ā She turned back to look at Steve, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
āHeās Tony.ā Steve shrugged. āHey, come on. Itās only 20 minutes. Itāll be ok.ā
Katie took a deep breath before she let out a groan āMy feet are killing me.ā
āTake your shoes off then.ā
Katie went to kick them off before she let out an exasperated noise. āAnkle strapsā¦forgotā¦ā
She went to bend down to undo them but Steve gently laid his hand on her arm.
āIāll do it, Sweetheart.ā He offered, dropping to his knees. He gently took her left foot, placed it on his thigh and undid the buckle on the gold leather that looped around her ankle. Once that was off he repeated the process with her right foot, and in doing so the slit on her dress revealed her leg to him once again and he couldnāt help but slide his eyes up her frame, over her tattoo which was peeking through the space in her dress and up to her face where her eyes locked onto his and he flashed her his best cheeky grin.
She arched an eyebrow at him, smirking āDown boy.ā
Rising to his feet once her second shoe was removed, his hand traced up the outside of her bare leg through the slit in her dress, and continued underneath the soft material, before he stopped suddenly, hand on her hip and looked at her.
āYouāre not wearing any panties.ā His eyes were wide.
She shrugged āWould ruin the line of the dress.ā
Steve let out a groan as he grabbed at her skin. āSeriously, youāve had nothing on under there all night?ā
āNope.ā she grinned at him.
āDoll.ā His voice was a whine.
āWhat?ā She looked at him, innocently āNot like anyone could see.ā
āNo, but itās kind of a turn on.ā he muttered, his hands moving so they were flat against the wall by her head.
āYeah?ā She asked, her eyes locking onto his.
āYeah.ā He mumbled, his lips nearing hers. āYou know, we got 20 minutes.ā
āWell, about fifteen now.ā
āGood job I only need ten then isnāt it?ā He smirked, his lips crashing onto hers. She kissed him back, hungrily as he pressed into her more, his hands creeping down to grab at her dress, hoisting the materiel upwards. HisĀ fingers softly caressing the outside of her thighs and his lips moved from hers to the pulse point of her neck and she gave a soft, sultry sigh. Steve couldnāt help but react to her noises and movements by pushing against her harshly, and the noise she made as his crotch rubbed up against her bare core was fucking sinful. His cock twitched but somewhere in his brain his logical mind crashed through.
āFuck, are there cameras in here?ā
āThe powerās out, they wonāt be working.ā Katie mumbled, as her hands went to his belt buckle. āShut up and stop thinking.ā
With a clink sheād undone his belt and the top button of his flies, before she slid down the zip, pushing his suit pants down slightly over his hips. Her hand reached into his boxers and she grasped him in her hand and Steve let out a hiss.
āBuy a guy a drink first, Doll.ā he mumbled, his lips returning to hers.
āI bought you plenty, not my fault it doesnāt have any affect coz of your stupid serumā¦ā
āStupid?ā He grinned against her mouth before his lips and teeth skated over her jaw line to her neck āNot what you say after weāve gone a few rounds.ā
āQuit talking and fuck me, Steve.ā She groaned, her head rolling back against the wall of the elevator. With a smirk Steve reached down, flipping the waistband of his boxers over before he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her easily off her feet. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, arms looped around his neck as he pressed her further against the wall using it to keep her supported as one hand gripped at her waist, the other flat against the cool metal behind her.
She rolled her hips, hard against him, causing Steve to let out a groan as his lips found hers again, hungrily kissing her while his hand skated from her hip over her bare stomach, reaching down to grab his cock before he lined himself up. With a swift drive forwards he pushed into her, a little forcefully, making her cry out sharply, one hand going to grip his bicep, the other against the wall to steady herself.
āFuckā¦ā she groaned as he pulled back, thrusting again, deeply as her head fell back with a bang against the wall. Steve reached round and unhooked the fastenings of her dress at the back causing it to fall forward, groaning as he found she was also bra-less.
āYouāre a fucking minx.ā He panted, his thrusts still deep and powerful as he gently circled a nipple with his tongue, teasing her with his mouth as she groaned, pushing down onto him further. She arched her back, the motion made him go deeper inside of her, drawling a loud moan from them both at the feeling.
āStevie, you feel so good.ā Katie moaned and he let out a groan of his own at her words, his thrusts still powerful, jolting her with every move he made. Ā Her hands moved round to his back, clawing desperately at his shirt as her head fell forward and her teeth nipped at his ear drawing a deep rumbling growl from his throat. Her hands moved into his hair, where she pulled sharply back, jolting his lips from their current positioning on her chest so she could kiss him again, sloppily, messily.
He pushed up again, bottoming out once more and she cried out into his mouth and he gave a smirk as he looked at her, utterly wrapped up in the sensations she was feeling, and so was he. This woman was his absolute downfall.
āFuck, Captain!ā
Especially when she said that.
āJesus, Doll.ā his words were broken through his panting, and he watched as she gave another sultry growl, her head rolling back against the wall as her hands clamped onto his shoulders. Steve felt the tell-tale flutter of her clamping around him and he continued his fast, deep pace until she cried out, a loud scream before she dropped her head to his shoulder, moaning his name, again and again whilst he pounded through her orgasm chasing his own.
āShit, Katieā¦Iāmā¦fuck!ā His words tumbled into her hair as his movements became desperate and he came with a force he wasnāt quite sure heād felt before. His knees threatened to buckle but he managed to keep himself upright, pressing into her more as the pair of them struggled for breath. Katie watched him for a second, smiling to herself as those ridiculously long eyelashes fluttered against his flushed cheeks. Her fingers gently skated up his neck and into his hair as he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes remaining closed as he regained his composure.
āYou good?ā He asked her softly as he opened his crystal blue eyes to look at her, and she gave him a grin, nodding. Gently he set her back on her feet where she re-arranged her dress, and he sorted his pants out, tucking his shirt back in. Grabbing his jacket he gently placed it over her shoulders as he could see she was a little cold now, before he looked at her and gently brushed the tendrils of hair that had fallen over her face back. His hand on her cheek, his lips gently caught hers in a soft, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the violent ones they had shared moments before.
āI love you.ā He said softly, and he pulled her to him, nuzzling into her hair as he sighed.
āLove you too Soldierā She murmured, causing him to chuckle before the emergency lighting flickered and the main lights of the elevator flashed back on, causing them both to blink.
āWe have movement Kiddo!āĀ Tonyās voice rang round the elevatorĀ āTold you it wouldnāt be longā¦ā
āIt was long enough.ā Katie replied back, winking at Steve who gave a snort of laughter as the elevator once more began to rise, before it stopped at their floor. Steve bent to retrieve Katieās shoes, taking them both in his right hand as he offered her his left. Her fingers linked into his and he led them out of the elevator and into the apartment.
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āWe all good J?ā Tony asked, leaning back in his arm chair glancing at the screen which were projecting out of the coffee table in front of him. The levels seemed ok and everything was back online. Heād completely forgotten heād scheduled that update and he hadnāt really been planning on dealing with it after heād drunk so much. Still, even drunk he was a genius soā¦
āYes, Sir. Systems are all back on line and Miss Stark and Captain Rogers are safely back in their apartment.ā
Tony sighed. āIāll be getting my ass kicked tomorrow for that.ā
āI donāt doubt it sir.āĀ JARVIS replied.
āThanks J.ā Tony smirked āHappy New Year buddy.āā
āAnd to you Mr Stark. Seeing that it is, indeed, a New Year, would you permit me to give you some advice, Sir, to ensure it starts off in the best way possible?ā
āAdvice?ā Tony frowned, before he shrugged, necking the scotch in his glass. āSure, shoot.ā
āMay I suggest you delete the security footage from the Residential Elevator.āĀ JARVIS spoke.Ā āMiss Stark wrongly assumed that the power outage would cut the security systems. Iām not sure that the video of the twenty minutes they spent in the elevator should remain on file.ā
Tony frowned for a moment, before he understood what JARVIS was implying and let out a low groan. āGross.ā he mumbled āYeah, yeah, delete it, permanently. And then get someone in there to give the thing a deep clean.ā
āCertainly Sir. Goodnight.ā
āNight J.ā He said, standing up. Tony stretched, looking down at the screens as they turned off before he gave a snort. āHappy New Year Kiddo.ā he mumbled, before he headed into his bedroom to find Pepper.
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The first slivers of the New Year daylight flitted across Steveās face and he gave a soft hmmm of contentment, rolling over, pulling his girl closer. Nestling his face into her neck he allowed her warmth and softness to wash over him as Katie muttered something, her body soon relaxing again as she continued to sleep. Simply put, he couldnāt remember a time he had enjoyed the holiday period so much. Heād had good times as a kid, even though his Ma had never been able to afford much she had always made Christmas as special as she could, but thisā¦this just feltĀ good. More than good actually, it felt better than anything ever had before.
If Steve was honest he couldnāt ever imagine waking up next to anyone else. Not now, not ever. His Ma had always told himĀ āWhen you know, Stevie, you knowā¦āĀ and heĀ knew.Ā
If this was how he spent every morning for the rest of his life, well Steve Rogers would die a happy man.
Last night had been their first proper public appearance as a couple at a formal event, there hadnāt been any others to attend really, and he knew there had been a few heads turning their way, but instead of the awkwardness he had expected to feel at all eyes being on him dancing with his girl, heād hardly noticed. Everything had faded to black except the woman in his arms.
He placed a soft kiss to her shoulder as he continued to doze, feeling utterly relaxed. It was another hour or so before Katie stirred besides him, her legs stretching out, brushing against his and she shifted a little, before she tilted her head, brushing her nose against his.
āMorning, Handsome.ā she whispered and he smiled, eyes closed, his lips pressing to hers in a soft, hardly there kiss.
āMorning, Beautiful.ā he hummed as she turned in his arms, snuggling closer to him, her face pressing into her chest as his finger-tips brushed up and down her spine, before he gently caressed her neck and cheek. Then the the simple morning cuddles turned into something a little less innocent. Bruising kisses, teasing touches were shared as Steve gently rolled Katie over onto her back, his hands linking with hers as he pressed them into the pillow at the side of her head before sliding home. It was lazy, gentle, loving as he kissed every single part of her he could reach, thrusting up against that spot over and over before he felt the tell-tale signs, heard her breathing turn ragged, shallow as she gently encouraged him not to stop, declaring how good she made him feel, how much she loved him. With a soft cry of his name, that pet name,Ā Stevie, she tumbled straight over the edge sheād been teetering on and with a quiet groan that rolled in his throat he followed, his hips stuttering before he gently fell forward, burying his face into her neck as her hands softly tangled in his hair.
An hour or so later, after a shower they were sat on the sofa eating breakfast when Katie heard her phone going off. Reaching for it she frowned and then smiled a littleā¦before she smiled a lot.
āStevie, look.ā She said gently, handing him the phone. He took it from her and blinked a little before he too felt the grin spreading across his face as he looked at the photo. It was one taken of them the previous night as they had been dancing. His girl looked good, as always, but Steve felt his eyes drawn to his own face, the look of unadulterated love on his features was something he wasnāt overly shocked to see, but at the same time it surprised him a little. He had no idea he made himself that easy to read.
āWho took that?ā he asked, his eyes flicking to Katie.
āTony said the photographer did.ā she smiledĀ āHe just emailed it to me along with the message, and I quoteĀ āThought you might like to see this one. Pepper thinks its cute but the puppy love eyes Spangles is giving you make me wanna barf.āā
Steve snorted and rolled his eyes, although he couldnāt give less of a shit about Tonyās starkasm if he tried.
āTheyāre looking at ones to put on the Stark Industries website, they always publish a gallery you know for people to see and stuff.ā Katie continued āDo you mind if they use it?ā
āWhy would I mind?ā he asked, handing her the phone back.
āWell, I know youāre a private personā¦well, behind all the Star Spangled man bullshit that is.ā she shrugged.
āItās fine Doll.ā he said, āOn one condition.ā āWhatās that?ā
āCan I get a copy?ā he asked, āIād kinda like one for my apartment.ā
She grinned and placed her phone back down on the coffee table. āI already emailed Tony back asking for two.ā
Steve chuckled and leaned over to place a kiss to her cheek. āI love you.ā
āYou too.ā she smiled, turning her lips to catch his.
***** Chapter 13
**Original Postings 1 2 3 ***
#stark spangled banner#steve rogers#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers x ofc#steve rogers x original female character#Katie Stark#steve rogers smut#mcu#mcu fanfic#chris evans#chris evans characters
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Hi darling
You write such an awesome metas on fictional character so I wanted you to ask that what's your thought on Huo Dao Fu.
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AH OMG!!! Your ask could not have come at a better time, cause I have a feeling this manās gonna be an important part of my next fic, so I really should start figuring him out. Heās SUCH A LIL WEIRDO??? honestly i love him, even though heās a total Bitch 97% of the time, but I think at heart heās just Looking For Something, as are all the characters in this show.Ā
What really interests me about Huo Daofu are his character parallels with Wu Xie, and I think thatās where most of the conflict between them comes in. Wu Xie, whether he means to be or not, is the Focus of Jiumen a good seventy-five percent of the time. Not always in a positive manner, because in Sha Hai they were all about ready to kick his ass, and in Reboot he pisses them off pretty good with his Warehouse Eleven stunts, but thereās a level of attention on him that other members of the families donāt receive, and I think Huo Daofu notices that, and is likeĀ āhey wait a minute why is he getting all the spotlight I want some spotlight >:( Heās not even doing a good job why is everyone paying attention to himā
Cause this bitch. THIS BITCH. He tried to be that bitch. He TRIED SO HARD. He went to EUROPE. He went to EUROPE and got a fucking like??? medical degree???? Like he went to GERMANY??? who does that?? not fucking wu xie, thatās who. Wu Xie went and got like a history degree or some shit which was just par for the course. But HUO DAOFU. He was DIFFERENT. He was gonna be THE SHIT. He was gonna be the unabomber of Jiumen, was gonna blow all that shit up and then sayĀ āfuck uā and all the future generations of Jiumen children were gonna hear horror stories about how Unique and Wild Huo Daofu was and he was never gonna have to deal with any of them ever again.Ā
BUT THEN WU XIE DECIDED TO BE PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE AND HE DIDNāT EVEN DO ANYTHING OFF THE BEATEN PATH. HE LITERALLY JUST FOLLOWED WU SANXING AROUND FOR LIKE. A YEAR. AND EVERYONE LOST THEIR MINDS. Like if I had been Huo Daofu and tried SO HARD to be different from everyone else in my generation and then this Dumb Little History Twink kissed a Zhang and found some wild swamp treasure and everyone went nuts about it, I would have been pissed off too.Ā
Cause Jiumen is like. Annoying as hell, and everyone has a different way to deal with the fact that theyāre a part of a treasure hunting org that has been around for hundreds of years and features immortals and weird-ass dudes with unbelievable martial arts skills and also Wu Sanxing. Xiaoge deals with them by Fucking Off Forever. Zhang Rishan deals with them by being The Most Competent Person In Any Given Room, and Huo Daofu deals with them by being The Biggest Bitch He Can Be, which isnāt even that much of a bitch, because there is always going to be a bigger bitch in Jiumen, and his name is Wu Xie. So it just backfires on him, because NO ONE GIVES A SINGLE FUCK.Ā
Weāre introduced to him at Xiao Huaās fake funeral (which lmao i love that) when heās making some Evil Plans with the rest of Jiumen, but not for the same reasons, cause when they actually get to the desert, Huo Daofu does not care about the treasure pits. He doesnāt even go down into Gutongjing (Iām pretty sure), he just hangs out in the camps because he doesnāt CARE about the treasure, he just wants to keep Wu Xie from succeeding, wants to say, see, look, I can do things too, I can be clever and cunning, I can take them all down from the inside out and I donāt even need friends to do it.Ā
Huo Daofu is jealous of Wu Xie, I think, because Wu Xie is free of the confines of Jiumen, and Wu Xie has friends, and Wu Xie didnāt have to go to another country where he knew no one and didnāt even speak the language and work so hard and be fucking brilliant in ways that no one knows about and doesnāt always, always get overlooked in favor of someone who disregards everyoneās favor, but receives it anyway.Ā
So when Pangzi shows up with Wu Xie, half-dead, on Huo Daofuās doorstep, I think a little vindictive part of him goesĀ serves him right.Ā
But Huo Daofu is not a part of Jiumen in the ways that matter, and heās a doctor, first and foremost. He took oaths because he wants to help people, he wants to save them, and even if he hates Wu Xie down in the pits of his stomach, heās not just going to let him die. And so he follows Wu Xie to thunder city because, as he says,Ā āI want to be there when you die.ā Heās not going to kill him, he canāt do that, heās a doctor, but that small, mean part of him wants to watch Wu Xie fall.Ā
(Also I love @kholranās headcanon that Huo Daofu is Wu Xieās bitchy ex, bc like YES??? OF COURSE???? like they had an on-again, off-again thing cause they were likeĀ āweāre not doing this with the Jiumen womenā but theyāre WAY TOO ALIKE and just ended up fighting all the time.)
Reboot loves the Rule of Threes, which is where an idea is repeated three times in order to create a pleasing pattern. Human brains love patterns, and so when we see the Iron Triangle, when we see the three pills that mark the stages of Wu Xieās illness, when we see the three missing people from Sanshuās journey, our brains go oh thatās important (and Reboot ALMOST kills the game, ALMOST knocks it out of the park, but then they have FOUR story arcs instead of THREE, and it drives me ABSOLUTELY FUCKING INSANE. WHY DID THEY DO THIS. WHY).Ā
And Huo Daofu is a FANTASTIC tri-tier replica of Wu Xieās Greatest Hits, which are:Ā
Being a sort of outcast/family runaway (Wu Xie has very clearly said Fuck Everyone Who Isnāt Sanshu, and Huo Daofu has aligned himself with the Chen clan, because the Huoās are like Fuck Men (which honestly good for them but pLEASE love ur special doctor boy heās getting a Complex))
Acting based almost Solely on Emotions when in the Heat of the Moment (i.e. dropping his entire life to go play doctor with a man who will not calm down for any length of time in order to actual REST)
Solving problems that no person should be able to solve because heās smart as shitĀ
Narratively, heās a FANTASTIC foil for Wu Xie, because not only does he essentially hold this manās life in his hands, but because he is what Wu Xie could have been if he hadnāt met Pangzi or Xiaoge, if he hadnāt had support from other people. And I donāt think thatās Huo Daofuās fault, because he and Wu Xie are so, soĀ similar. He just never got the people he needed, and its so clear that heās achingly alone all of the time, so no wonderĀ heās jealous of Wu Xie and wants to become part of this little group so damn badly, even as heās protesting and saying,Ā āno, no, I want you to die, literally nothing would give me more pleasure, please die right now, Iām waiting.āĀ
Sure, heās a flipper-flopper ass bitch, but heās trying his best with what heās got, and shit, thatās not a lot. Heās got zero support system. I mean why the fuck is he making street churros? Even Zhang Rishan, who has NO culinary expertise or connections whatsover, gets to live in a restaurant, while Huo Daofu has to make fried dough in an alley and then keep people from choking on their own lungs on his damn kitchen table. Someone please help this man.Ā
this is SO LONG iām sorry but essentially I think that Huo Daofu is Like That because heās trying so hard to be someone, and no one is paying any attention, and the person he would most relate to, Wu Xie, is off doing God knows what with his polycule of friends and Huo Daofuās all by himself and like??? i would be SO FRUSTRATED??? please give this man a break and also give him Love??? like, this screenshot speaks VOLUMES (photo credit to @hey-its-wei)Ā

LOOK AT HIM!!!!! LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HAPPY HE LOOKS!!!! JUST TO BE THERE!!!! WITH A GROUP OF PEOPLE!!!!! WHO HAVE SEEN HIM AND LISTENED AND SAIDĀ āhey, you can come with us, weāll take you, you donāt have to be alone anymore.āĀ
I said earlier that Huo Daofu, like everyone else in this series, was Looking For Something. And like many of our beloved Wu Crew, he was looking for a family. And look! He found them :)
#thank you so much for this ask???#i literally cried when i got it it made me so so happy#i love u nonny!!#dmbj#the lost tomb#the lost tomb reboot#huo daofu#huo dao fu#sha hai#tlt#tltr#meta#character meta
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Gonna request some camb0y newt who has Hermann as a regular follower who may or may not be requesting used clothing from Newt...š³
this one is less h0rny and more dumb and I died every time I typed newtās screen name but (ALSO THE FACT THAT TUMBLR KEPT BLOCKING THIS MESSAGE....unbelievable)Ā 18+/not sfw below cut
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The whole thing only started because of the kaijus.
It seems foolish to place the blame on them, considering the severity of the damage theyāve caused in every other aspect of life,Ā but itās the truth. Hermann was never brilliant at romance even in the best of times; he never knew quite the right words to say, or quite the right way to kiss, and certainly not how to keep men interested enough to come back for more than a date or two. Then the end of the world came, and the jaeger program ate up what little free time Hermann had, and dating simply fell to the very lowest tier of his priorities. He had work to do. He had lives to save.
Unfortunately, his libido continued to run rampant.
Masturbation could only get one so far, though Hermann was undeterred and tried almost anything: dildos, vibrators, expensive lubricant, a paid subscription to a high-quality pornography website. He cancelled this after a week, when he realized none of its featured men--though undeniably good-looking--fit his particular area of interest. Besides, it was far too impersonal. Hermann did not like spending half of his time watching a video or scrolling through a photo gallery wondering what that man was doing now, or whether or not heād enjoyed himself, or what he was like in person...Ā In a fit of desperation, Hermann picked up a subscription to another website that promised live men 24/7. And, well.Ā To make a long story short, Hermann is pretty sure heās in love.
The object of his affections is twenty-something and stocky, a good few inches shorter than Hermann (heād wager, anyway), with a chestful of tattoos and a voice thatās almost high enough to be grating. Hermann hasĀ seen his face only fleetingly, but itās enough for him to know itās a highly agreeable one. Heās got a nice sense of humor, seems intelligent enough, and the glimpses Hermannās caught of the bedroom he streams from (at the perfect time of day, late enough that Hermannās inhibitions are entirely nonexistent)Ā indicate a healthy love of science fiction.Ā
Hermann is mostly in love with him because of how good of a show he puts on, though. Where Hermann fails in his use of dildos or vibrators and other nonsense, the man succeeds, and indeed excels, and heās endlessly creative with dressing in lace and other funny little costumes. It makes for some very inspired jerking off on Hermannās end. More importantly, it makes for a calmingĀ of his libido.
Hermann doesnāt know his real name, only his chosen screen name, though it doesnāt really matter: kaijulover69 is most certainly the man of his dreams.
Well. Nobodyās perfect.
āTonightās stream is dedicated to a very special fan for all his support,ā kaijulover69 begins. Heās wrapped in a bathrobe, though Hermann has a feeling he knows whatās beneath it, and he flushes pleasantly with warmth at whatās soon to come.Ā āAndĀ for what Iām wearing right now. You know who you are. Thanks again, dude!ā
His lips are just visible on camera, and he grins coquettishly before slipping the sleeve off his right shoulder. Then the left.Ā āThat veryĀ same fan requested a strip tease tonight,ā he continues,Ā āand--well, Iāll let the rest be a surprise, huh?ā
The belt is undone. The robe slips down to the bed, revealing the object of Hermannās affections clad in nothing but a rather small pair of lacy black undergarments. (And a bloody expensive pair, at that--cost a third of Hermannās weekly salary. Itās worth it.) You look very attractive, Hermann types encouragingly into the chat box, and hope itās visible between the pleads for kaijulover69 to flash his face or pull his genitalia out already.Ā
He doesnāt appear to see any of them.Ā āMy week was pretty lame,ā he continues. He begins to idly run his hands up and down his bare chest; Hermann mirrors the action on his own, enjoying the shiver he manages to elicit from himself even through two layers of shirt and sweater.Ā āWork stuff has been kicking my ass. And--ā His fingers falter.Ā āWell, thereās this guy I reallyĀ like, and weāve kinda been...seeing each other, but I just found out heās actuallyĀ seeing someone else. So I guess itās like, I realized Iāve been making all this shit up in my head?ā
Who would everĀ turn down such a marvelous specimen of human? Hermannās temper flares with a mingling of both righteous offense on the manās behalfĀ and a little bit of jealousy that heāsĀ not the one whoās so captured his heart. He would like to knock some sense into them, whoever they are.
āBut you donāt care about that,ā he says, and forces a laugh.Ā āYou want to see me mess these up, donāt you?ā
His hand drifts down to his panties, and he gives himself a squeeze through them.
āPlease,ā Hermann says happily, though he knows thereās no one to hear.
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Thereās an email from Newton waiting for him in his inbox the next morning. No subject.
Hey, dude-
Sorry I left you hangingĀ yesterday. I was just a little shocked. Not shocked that you have a partner or whatever, of course you do, thatās totally normal,Ā just that you never toldĀ me about them until now. I read over your latestĀ article, and I just wanted to say what an utter load of--
āHmph,ā Hermann says, and quickly scrolls up and away from Newtonās annoying little rant.
Even as he does so, he feels a pang of guilt he doesnāt quite understand. Newton is shocked he has a partner: so what? And, er, so what if that partner isnāt quite as real as Hermann is pretending? The question came at him fast, and unexpected, and so very quickly into the switch from letter correspondence to email; kaijulover69 on his mind, Hermann panicked and wrote yes, I do have someone in my life. Itās not entirely a lie. Though Hermann holds no illusions about the nature of their dynamic, the man hasĀ certainly taken up the same amount of Hermannās time and money that a real partner would.Ā And besides--itās easier. Less messy. Newton would probably try to set Hermann up with someone, or pester him about his sex life, or even--God forbid--try to offer him advice. (Once I blew a guy in the bathroom of this shitty dive bar, tryĀ that, he told Hermann a few weeks ago, andĀ I always take my dates to the aquarium so I can talkĀ about shit and look smart.)Ā
Itās also helpful in dissuading Hermann from his daydreams and illusions of dating not kaijulover69, but Newton; that, he fears, is an even granderĀ pipe dream.
He skims Newtonās--rather poor--critique of his work, ignoring entirely his comments on Hermannās partner, and types up a fast rebuttal. Kaijulover69 has another stream tonight, and he doesn't want to miss it.
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āThe trick,ā kaijulover69 pants,Ā āis to just, uh, relax your muscles as much as possible. Itās easier when youāve got someone doing it for you, obviously, but...ā
His chosen method of masturbation tonight is a frightfully large tentacle dildo, wider and longer than any prick Hermannās seen in his life. Hermannās not sure if such a dildo would fit inside him; heās not even sure if itās going to fit inside kaijulover69. The man is rather compact. Itās stopped about halfway into his body, and even from the rather distant angle Hermann can tell itās stretching him tight.Ā
ā...I mightāve jumped the gun a little,ā the man says, and bursts out into breathy laughter.Ā āShouldāve, uh, shouldāve gotten the smaller size. Or worked up to this one.ā He works another centimeter into himself before his body goes taut.Ā āGo--go big or go home, I guess?ā
One hand moving steadily around his prick, Hermann uses the other to type an encouraging message: ExcellentĀ effort.
Kaijulover69 pulls the dildo out to the thinnest section, then once he relaxes, begins a rhythm of short, shallow thrusts. Each time, it goes in a little deeper. Itās very good to watch, and listen to as well; his little gasps, the creaks of his bedsprings, the spread of his legs widening. Hermann briefly considers how badly he would like to be the one pushing it into him and dragging out those sounds, and is surprised to find himself orgasming.
He tips generously once the stream is over: he does like to consider himself someĀ sort of gentleman, and he likes seeing how excited it gets kaijulover69.
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The package arrives on an entirely ordinary Tuesday some three weeks later. Autumn has come, bringing with it a rather heavy series of rains, and Hermann is drenched and shivering when he finally ducks into the relative warmth of his flat. The knowledge of what the box tucked under his arm contains warms him considerably; he rented a P.O. Box for one reason and one reason exactly, not even daring to have his name attached to it.Ā Itās gauche, he knows, but--isnāt it a bit like recycling? Kaijulover69 gets a fresh, exciting outfit from Hermann, and Hermann gets it back after heās--well.
Hermann needs to unwind somehow. Thereās nothing wrong with it!
The black lace undergarments are wrapped neatly up inside the box, with a sweet little pink bow on top. Attached to that is a simple handwritten card: To my number one fan! ā¤ļø Thereās plenty more where this came from...
Simple, and innocently flirty. And so familiar it makes Hermannās blood run cold.
āItās not possible,ā he says.
And yet--isnāt it? Hermannās never seen his face--either of their faces--and the screen name--
There is no return address on the package, but a frantic search of its wrappings reveals its origin: stamped in black ink over frog-themed postage isĀ BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS.Ā āNo, no,ā Hermann mutters to himself, even as he reminds himself (unhelpfully) that plenty of people are from Boston.Ā He tosses it to the bed and clacks over to his desk, clutching the card so tightly it crumples. Newtonās letters are all in the top drawer--he just needs--
The handwriting is a perfect match.
āBugger,ā Hermann groans.
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Read through light novel vol. 16. Random thoughts.

"Who is this OC looking f**kboy?"
Those were genuinely my first thoughts upon seeing the art of Takt on the throne. And it would seem my immediate dislike was not unfounded.
Seriously though, everything about him is like someone's self-insert original character for their shitty power fantasy Shield Hero fanfic.
"He dresses really cool, like all modern with jeans and pockets, and he can use all the holy weapons and vassal weapons, and his level is above 300, and he has a harem of totally hot powerful women, and he's the king of his own country, and he can counter everything that people use against him, and he can steal powers he doesn't have, and he can beat Naofumi and all the other heroes with, like, no sweat at all!"
I want All For One to come in and kick this little twerp's ass. Show him what a real OP villain who can steal powers is like.
This isn't a critique of the writing by the way. It feels like Takt is supposed to feel like that kind of character who plays to those tropes and is REALLY easy to hate.
I both do and don't like how Naofumi is acting in the prologue. Obviously I don't like specifically what he's doing because it's creepy and uncomfortable, but I really like the reasons for why. The dude is fried from everything that's happened and unlike Itsuki it's not because of a curse. He's grieving from a heavy loss, easily the biggest he's had since coming to this world, and unlike with Ost's death he has no one he can yet focus his anger on, so he's feeling completely lost and mixed up. Another great moment from Sadeena in helping him regain at least some of his sanity. Sex is a common way people try to find comfort after a terrible loss and if that had been the case I think she would have slept with him or even encouraged Raphtalia to be the one for that. But she could see pretty clearly that wasn't the case. Naofumi wasn't looking for comfort. He was practically a zombie, just going through the motions.
āIt seems that from among the four holy heroes, the Shield and Bow have been most active over there. Based on their level of activity, thereās also a bias in the legends about the seven star heroes. They mainly talk about the Hammer, Claws, and Whip.ā A bias. The Shield and Bow did complement each other well, that was true.
F**k that! Sword and Shield, BroTP!
āPutting that together with what we learned in Kizunaās world, it sounds like the effects of the fusing of worlds,ā I pondered. There was a wave that had combined the Shield world with the Bow world, and then the Shield and Bow world had been fused with the Sword and Spear world to create the current one. It was only natural that a bias in the legends would arise.
"Worlds lived, worlds died. And nothing will ever be the same."
I've talked before that I'm a big fan of the concept of a Multiverse in fiction, especially in superhero comics. Right away I liked that the four Holy Heroes came from different parallel universes and then getting Glass and L'Arc showed that there were also parallel fantasy universes also fighting the waves. And now we get this theory from the characters that Raphtalia's universe is an amalgam, made up of other previous universes that fused through the waves. It's very Crisis on Infinite Earths and JLA/Avengers.
Reading Queen Melromarc describe the king of Faubrey and I'm just remember a scene that I and many Overlord fans love to the depths of our hearts, of Sebas the butler encountering a naked little fat man who got his sexual thrills off beating the women the brothel provided him. Sebas, like any true gentleman, kicked him in the dick so hard he exploded. Is there some to hope that a similar fate befell the king whom apparently married and killed (and probably even worse than that) 9,999 women? Not even Witch deserves that. Nobody deserves that.
Even though it'd probably take him to a dark place he shouldn't go, part of me was hoping for some karma to occur when Witch revealed herself as Takt's ally to Naofumi. He no longer had the shield, meaning he could attack her like he never could before, meaning he could kill her with his bare hands. I'm glad he used the defense rating attack on Takt, because there's been great long-time set-up for that, but yeah, I wanted Naofumi to at least get to break Witch's nose after everything he's been through. And if Witch wasn't irredemable before, she most certainly is now, proving she has no loyalty to anyone other than herself. She used Naofumi and the other heroes from the beginning for her own goals. Her mother had enough control that she couldn't just do whatever she wanted. And Melty was standing in the way of her getting the throne. She's still a terrible person but there were at least reasons for her to be against these people. But Trash? Her father, who has been loyal and on her side since the beginning, who doted and spoiled her from a young age because of how much he loved her? She had no hesitation in ordering him killed along with everyone else. There was no reason behind it. It was just pure cruelly, greed, and self-satisfaction.
And then...there's the Queen. ...F**k. Y'all bastards were really good at keeping that spoiler hidden. I was accidentally spoiled that Alta was going to die but not through this site. I had no idea the Queen was going to die. Of course Naofumi couldn't have the Shield during that part. If he made Mirellia into a shield like he did Ost and Alta he probably would be unstoppable, because she was just that f**king awesome.
We're pouring one out for you, your majesty. May your youngest daughter inherit your great wisdom and unbelievably hilarious slapping ability.
I'm really glad with Trash's development in this book. Like I've said in past posts, I can feel basic empathy for him given his backstory, but feeling sorry for him was not enough to actually put me on his side, because he was not putting in any work to actually be better or redeem himself. He was just acting angry and crazy and then just sad and withered. Here? While he had to be shaken and roused into it (can't blame him for that as he just lost the love of his life), he puts in the effort to make use of himself and holds himself accountable for his past actions. I really like that he wants to continue being called Trash. That is his penance. Not more feeling sorry for himself or blaming the rest of the world. It's time for him to be the man he knows he's supposed to be.
With all that though, Melty was definitely the person I felt the worst for after the death. Of all the younger characters, despite being royalty and mature for her age, she is the person who feels the most like a real kid, and her crying her eyes out while clinging to Naofumi hurt just like it should, because this little girl just lost her mom. No idea what the expectation is in Melromarc for when Melty should take the throne but for her it's always going to feel too soon, because how could it not?
āDaddy . . . thank you for approving my marriage. Youāve finally agreed to let me marry Ollie,ā she said dreamily.
āIāll make you forget this āOllieā soon enough, although his keeping you a virgin for so long is something to be thankful for!ā Takt cackled. It was clear that he was using some kind of illusion to make her think he was her beloved. āThose who donāt give proper thought to their daughtersā happiness have no right to live!ā
Oh good! He's a rapist too!
So Naofumi was the Shield's first choice and the other three were the Bow, Sword, and Spear's third choices. I like the credit that's given that the first choice is not guaranteed to be the best, as they can become just as corrupt or egotistical, or the third choices are not guaranteed to be the worst, as they can grow into real heroes. I'm just wondering how the selection process worked and why they all couldn't get their first choices. The Holy Weapons apparently have some sway over the universes they pulled them from, given the promise of granting wishes if they want to return to them. My immediate theory is that the weapons all set up paths that'd lead their choices to being summoned but just through sheer coincidence and randomness all the first choices, save for Naofumi, kept missing the path. Going down the list, the weapons become more desperate and thus are more willing to use more extremes to get their choices, thus why Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki had to be killed in order to be summoned. They missed their window with their first and second choices so now they absolutely have to guarantee they get their third, even if the methods are less than ethical.
With the big final boss, the World Eater as Naofumi called it, I'm theorizing that he/she/it is using the waves to fuse multiple universes into one so that he/she/it can eat it all in one go.
I only have two issues with this volume and they're both kind of nitpicks. The first is with Trash's plan, specifically with the Glawick ore. I don't remember it ever being established before in the series. I really liked the Rucolu fruit being used in the Cal Mira wave battle because it was set up way beforehand, so it feels like a lot less of a Deus ex Machina. Same with Naofumi using defense rating attacks after his battle with Glass. That's good set-up. The ore doesn't break the story, it just feels very convenient that such a thing happened to exist. If I'm mistaken and it was set-up before and I just forgot, please let me know.
The second is Naofumi and Raphtalia being separated again after a trip into another universe. The story next volume seems like it'll be very different from last time but that part does feel like a repeat of what we've already seen. Plus, with the new status quo of Naofumi knowing how she feels about him, I want to see their interactions now that he's recovered a bit from the loss of Alta. Again, it's a nitpick, since I'm certain they'll find each other again, but I don't like feeling like I'm being deliberately kept away from what I want to see.
āThe source of your power, the one true hero, now orders you. Reconsider the state of all things once more and bring down a storm of flame upon my target! Drifa Firestorm!ā Takt completed the spell.
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āThe source of your power, just a hero, now orders you. Reconsider the state of all things once more and scatter the storm that would burn its target! Anti Drifa Firestorm!ā I read the magic Takt had incanted and activated magic to nullify it. With that, the fire tornado scattered into nothing, as though it had never existed.
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!
āIām here to destroy everything you possess,ā I menaced quietly. āYour pride, your dignity, everything you treasure. Iāve already half-destroyed your composure and your arrogance. Now itās time for the other half. False hero, possessing six of the seven star weapons and the shield from the four holy weapons! Now face the reality of being defeated by a regular guy who holds none of the legendary weapons!ā
No wonder Raphtalia couldn't be in this part. After hearing that line I don't think she'd be able to hold herself back and would have tackled him like a wild Albedo in heat right then and there.
I am so looking forward to when this volume's final battle is animated, especially the part where Naofumi gets his shield back. That is going to feel like such an epic, heroic moment.
So Rishia unlocked Pay-to-Win. ...I don't really know what to say to that. What do ancient magical relics care about money? ("What does God need with a starship?")
So the person Malty had Ren give a sword lesson to back in vol. 11, was that Takt, King Faubrey, or someone we don't know yet, like the mastermind behind everything?
Is Kizuna marked for death now? From how Fitora made it sound to Naofumi, when a Holy Hero dies a new one can't be summoned if the others are still around. If Kizuna's world works similarly, she might have to die or there'll be no Holy Heroes other than her.
Naofumi really likes his Dragon Ball Z, doesn't he? Which is appropriate given I just realized that the Energy Blast from the Spirit Tortoise Shield is almost literally the Kamehameha. Seriously, Kamehameha translates to "Turtle Destruction Wave".
So...what the heck do I do now? I've spent about a month reading through 16 volumes of Naofumi's rise and I know there are at least 6 other volumes that haven't been translated to english yet. I'll probably go find another LN series to read until vol. 17 comes out in July. Though I am curious if RoTSH has a fan translation site like Overlord and Konosuba do.
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Wishful Thinking [P.P] [S.R.]
Summary: AU!Peter justĀ can't seem to let the past go and you with it.Ā
Pairing: AU!Peter Parker x Reader, AU!Steve Rogers x Reader im really a whore for auĀ scenarios for reference peter is early 20s andĀ reader as well (its just how imagined it tho)
Word Count: 3.5K+Ā
A/N: Hey guys! It has been a hot ass minute since I have posted anything I have written and Iām little nervous if Iām being honest. Any feedback is welcome and appreciated! If you wanna give this post a little love, you would own my fucking heart. I really hope you enjoy reading this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it. Itās really close to my heart, as always pushing my emotional trauma into fictional characters! Yay!Ā Anyhow, happy reading!Ā
āDonāt.ā The moment those words left her mouth, he felt attacked. Who was she to tell him to not go for it? He hadnāt seen her in years and of all the places he could possibly run in to her, it was the place they met. The building which their love used to stand on and she had the audacity to say ādonātā.Ā
āExcuse me?ā Hopefully, if he played dumb enough she wouldnāt know what he was planning. She wouldnāt be suspicious, but the way her eyebrow was arched told him differently. He definitely was not going to get away with this, easily. āLook at her. Sheās happy.āĀ
āBut do you know that for certainty? How do you know sheās getting what she deserves?ā Wanda laughed. The audacity Peter had sometimes over you. Disgustingly, claiming you as if he owned you. āBecause sheās no longer with you. The universe was doing her a favor.ā He frowned. He wasnāt that bad of a boyfriend. Was he?Ā
āI loved her.āĀ
āNot nearly as much as you love yourself. Everyone in this room knows that. You showed everyone exactly who you were really are. After everything you put her through, do you really think itās best to bring up the past? Just leave it alone.āĀ
Wanda words pierced through him roughly, but he had always been stubborn. Yes, he lied, but only because he was trying to protect you. He had a itching feeling if you knew the truth, you would have never been with him in the first place. In the moment, he had needed you terribly and even know with you a world away and wrapped in another man, he still needed you. For Peter, it went past a want.Ā
āBut I-ā He countered back, before he was interrupted by the one person he had been trying to avoid.Ā
āParker! You finally decided to show your face, huh?ā Michelle hollered at her friend, but all he could focus on was who stood beside her. There she was. Less than five feet away from him, looking like a complete goddess. Obviously, she hadnāt changed one bit. Still appearing as beautiful as the last time he saw her, only this time they were all gathered for celebration. Instead of the unfortunate circumstances they had met under last time.Ā
Peter hated to admit, but she looked much happier. Her aura was practically glowing and he hated it. Selfishly, he hated that you looked happy because he was wrecked. Even if he had been the one to break your trust and heart in on crushing punch, it still pained him. Constantly, you were on his mind. Replaying the last conversation he had with over and over like a broken record. Maybe if he had chosen different words to break it down, you would have been able to forgive him. Maybe if he had actually told you, instead of you finding out on your own, your relationship towards him wold have been salvageable.Ā
Looking at you now, Peter began to feel even more of a goddamn idiot. Even now more than ever, he felt the insecurities of you being out of his league. He always knew it was a little too good to be true. That you, goddess in the flesh, chose Peter Parker to be your boyfriend. Out of every guy that came your way, you chose to be with someone like him. He swore you were the most beautiful person he had ever met in his life. The moment he looked into your eyes, he knew he was fucked. The purity of which they held made Peter forget about every little horrible event which happened in his miserable life. Wanting nothing more than to focus on you and he did for a while. He had the privilege to be the man on your arm.Ā
Well, until now when Peter realized there was another heavy arm wrapped around her waist. One which certainly didnāt belong to him. Had she already moved on? So, quickly might he add. There were parts of him that didnāt blame you. He didnāt blame you for moving on so quickly to another, even if it was the man he had always been insecure of. God, how he wanted to say something to you when he found out. He wanted to be offensive about and blame you for everything. Even went as far getting hammered one night, mumbling to Wanda how you had broken his heart by finally getting with Steve. You had been the one to ruin the magical bond between the both of you. Nearly pressing your contact in his phone, before Wanda confiscated it from him.Ā
It was the first time it dawned on him that he wasnāt worthy of you. Not anymore.Ā
āYeah, I did. Not feeling so sure about it now.ā His eyes directed towards yours, which caused you to divert your own towards the floor. Peter giving you his full attention, even if everything inside of you was hoping he would look in any direction but your own. God, why couldnāt you just look at him like you used to.Ā
āAww, lighten up Pete. Itās only going to get worse by the second.ā The distaste in Michelleās tone was rightfully placed. She was sticking up for you. Even when you had always been too polite to say anything negative towards Peter, she wasnāt that nice. Itās not like he didnāt deserve it.Ā
It did in fact get worse by the second.Ā
Obviously, you were uncomfortable being here. The body language you presented showed it all. Your body was turned towards the man holding onto you, your own body leaning against his. Peter noticed the grip you had on Steve like he was the anchor centering you. The one thing bringing you back down from your anxiety which liked to hold you above ground.Ā
This exact stance, is the one who you took with him many times. You shifted your body from side to side because you were anxious, scared even. You did it when you were uncomfortable and were contemplating one what to do next. Then, there was the head on his chest. Often, you had told Peter it was comforting. Instead of focusing on your heartbeat which only seemed to increase rapidly during a heightened situation, you liked to listen to something steady. Something that could bring you out of the distress you felt yourself taking a part of.Ā But the hand holding, that was new.Ā
Whenever you were having a panic attack, you always claimed you couldnāt be touched. But here you were having one, and Steve was touching you. Maybe you had lied to Peter, too. Maybe you liked to have your hand held when panic speed throughout your mind. Maybe it was just Peterās hand you didnāt want to hold.Ā
āMichelle.ā Wanda warned, but frankly she didnāt care. If anyone should feel like the bad guy, it wasnāt her but Peter.Ā
Peter fucking Parker.Ā
āAre you kidding me? Weāre all just gonna act like nothing happened? Like we all havenāt seen each other in months because of this imbecile.ā Peter flinched, leave it to Michelle to expose the elephant in the room and shoot it dead on the living room floor.Ā
āMJ, just leave it. Okay?ā You finally spoke up. It was obvious you were uncomfortable. Hell, everyone had to be. You didnāt want to bring conflict within the group, even though Michelle had no problem with it.Ā
āHe doesnāt deserve to be let off the hook just because weāre all friends.ā Michelle was hell bent on defending you, but you just thought the past was best left behind. You certainly didnāt want to rehash the heartache youāve been trying to move on from.Ā
āClearly, Iām not, Michelle. Okay? Tonight isnāt even about me. Can we just focus on Natasha and Bucky? Please.ā She finally caved, giving him one last glare before storming away.Ā
āHey, Iām gonna go talk to Bucky. Iāll be right back. Promise.ā Steve whispered in your ear, before kissing your temple. āWill you be okay?ā He gave your hand which was intertwined with his own a small squeeze, as if to let you know he was speaking. You gave him a small nod, before giving him a light peck, letting him know you were going to fine.Ā Strutted off in the opposite direction, Wanda took that as her opportunity to stay. She sure as hell wasnāt going to let Peter do something unbelievably stupid with your boyfriend mingling in the same room.Ā
Peter was about to speak before you beat him to the punch.Ā
āWell, huh. That wasā¦.interesting.ā Wanda breaking the unbearable silence between you and Peter. Huh, she expected him to say something. Guess he wasnāt as confident as he appeared.Ā
āMichelleās sure on one tonight.āĀ
āMore like on her second bottle of red wine for the night. Definitely, will not remember anything she says or does tonight.ā Trying to forget Peter was sitting right there you continued to talk to Wanda. It had been months since youād seen her and you really missed her.Ā
She was just asking you about Steve, when her husband called her, politely dismissing herself for just a moment. Cursing Vis for calling her, how was she supposed to cockblock the biggest asshole there was from across the room?Ā
Minutes passed until Peter found the courage to speak anything in her presence. āYou look nice.ā God, he really wanted to beat himself up. How could those be the first words he spoke to you after everything had happened?Ā
āPeter, really?ā You questioned. Even now, he liked to play the dumbass. The oblivious boy who had done nothing wrong and that only made you want to cry in anger. But you had indulged yourself in those feeling for far too long. If he wanted to play, you were out for the win. Even if your entire body was shaking in fear, you wouldnāt let him know that.Ā
āWhat? You do look nice.ā Endearingly enough, his chocolate brown swirls peered out with an innocence he no longer held. How could it after he had hurt the one who he promised to love? āI donāt know. I just figured you might wanna apologize first, before handing me a compliment like weāre friends.ā Peterās body shifted, adjusting the button on his dress shirt he was sporting. Now suddenly feeling suffocated by it. Pondering, if it had always been buttoned up to the collar or if he was just starting to feel it now.Ā
āWe are friends. Before everything, we were friends.ā You leaned closer, and suddenly he had forgotten how to breathe. āWe were friends, Peter. Then we dated, then we broke up.āĀ
āAnd now, friends.ā Peter weakly argued. Such a child, if only he would give up and learn his lesson. āPeter thatās not exactly how the timeline goes. You have to apologize. Maybe? Just a fucking thought.ā He could hear the disappointment drip in your voice, scolding him like a child who touched a lit stove top. He should apologized. Scratch that. He should have already apologized, but Peter was stubborn. Something you knew a little too well.Ā
āFor what? The feelings I felt were obviously justified, youāre with Steve.ā There it was. The one thing you felt guilty for. Steve. Your precious Steve Rogers. The perfect partner which stayed hidden, right under your nose until he made himself known. It was quite recent, but it didnāt matter if you told Peter that. It wouldnāt matter that Steve waited until you were ready. It wouldnāt matter to him that Steve had waited until you stopped crying over Peter every night for three months straight. Not pouncing on you at your most vulnerable, but waiting for you until you stood on your own two feet. All of it didnāt matter to Peter. In his mind, the only thing he knew saw was you were with Steve and not him. Furiously enough, it made his blood boil. Even if he had dug his own grave, you just had to be with him. Out of anyone you could have picked, it was the man he felt inferior to.Ā
āLeave Steve out of this. He is none of your business. My relationship with him is none of your concern. The moment you lied to me about her, we were dead, Peter. You used me from the very get go. You didnāt want me, Peter. You never did. I was just a rebound for you.ā Then it started, always with the hands. Fingers hidden under the bar, began to shake. You were scared of this conversation. Confrontation wasnāt something that came easy to you and Peter being the most stubborn man in the world, didnāt make it any easier for you.Ā
āOf course, I did. I only wanted you.ā And the lying started. Again.Ā
āYou wanted me for your own selfish reasons! I wanted a life with you, a future with you. I was a complete idiot and put my trust in you. Where did it get me Peter? It left me with everything blowing right up in my fucking face.ā Peterās face paled. Never had he seen you this angry, entirely filled with rage and it was all because of him. Every negative feeling you had ever felt for him was evidently suppressed, and now your emotions were resurfacing. You didnāt even care if you were making a scene. You needed to say what had been itching at you for months.Ā
āI-I-I d-do-nāt. What?ā Quickly, Peter became a blubbering mess. He was sitting there not knowing what to say, when all you wanted was an apology. In fact, the only thing you wanted from him. You just wanted him to realize how selfish he had been, but he simply couldnāt meet the expectations set for him.Ā
āYou still donāt get it. Do you?ā His eye twitching and his hands shaking, entangled with his own revelation. Peter thought he was good boyfriend. He showed up when it mattered. Yeah, the ending of the relationship had been a little rough around the edges, but he though he was just protecting you. He would have never been good enough for you, so he settled for someone who was. At the time, he thought he was making the right desicison.Ā
He really was a complete dumbass. As he was here in front of you, he realized he had really fucked up. I mean, he knew he already had but actually hearing you say you wanted a future with him messed with his head. It mad had something to do with you never actually uttering those words to him in the entirety of relationship, but only when the tās were crossed the iās were dotted. It just seemed terribly cruel when you were so clearly out of reach for him to grip onto.Ā
āPete, I loved you and I didnāt want anyone else other than you. Then, you made me your second choice. How do you think that felt? One day were solid, and then the next you were gone. You didnāt even give me a choice because you had already made one. You didnāt talk to me. You certainly didnāt trust me with your feelings and you no regard for my own. You ruined us, Pete.ā Just like that the tears began to fall and you wanted to get the hell out of here. But you had to get through this conversation, not for Peter but for you.Ā
There went his heart, but it wasnāt for the tears cascading down your cheek, but for what you had called him. You called him Pete. He only let you call him that, always claiming he hated and much rather his full name. Ever since he was little, he was really never fond of nicknames. Of course, until he heard you say it. Then, he fell in love with the name Pete which was sung to the tune of your voice. Deeply, did he wish you were saying it different circumstances. He dreamed of it even, but this was reality. Not his fantasy where you would come back running into his open arms.Ā
This was it. If he ever wanted to be friends with you again, he had to make his peace with what he had done. Peter Parker was finally giving in. āI never felt good enough for you. After college, when Gwen and I had split up, I was miserable. I didnāt what I was doing with my life. Until I met you and this whole other side of me was unleashed. Every terrible feeling I had ever felt vanished whenever I was with you. You became this light in my life, quite literally guiding me through without even realizing it. Maybe I put you on a pedestal and thatās probably why I thought I can never give you what you needed, but I was scared. Okay? I was scared you would do the same thing Gwen did to me.ā You laughed bitterly, the irony of becoming what he was so afraid of you.Ā
āYou could have just talked to me. I always there for you, always. I never left until you made me. You could have just communicated what you were feeling and I would have listened.āĀ
āI wasnāt ready. How was I supposed to tell you? I was paralyzed with fear as you can tell.ā You sighed, as he was staring at you with those honey eyes. The nagging, forgiving side of you just wanted to bring him back in. To comfort him until all of his pain vanished, but the stronger part how he left you for Gwen consumed you.Ā
āPete, I know now, but can you honestly tell me that were completely over Gwen. If you went back to her, donāt you think there were still some unresolved feelings. Love or not, you still had feelings for her. Itās okay, I just, Iām really tired of everything going on between us. How itās effecting our friends. Michelle can barely stand to be around you and thatās partly my fault. I probably told her too much and now she thinks differently of you. The mess should have stayed between us. I just want to clean it up, Peter. I want this all to be over with. I need us to be done. Clean slate. For you. For me. For Steve. For our friends. A new beginning where our baggage stays in the past.āĀ
Even when you were angry, you were still kind. You truly had the purest of intentions, even after he drug your heart through the mud, you held yourself with grace and mercy. None of which he knew how you held such a tight grip on.Ā
Suddenly it the revelation dawned on Peter, you were forgiving him.Ā
āI-I donāt know what to say.ā Peter sighed, any plans he had to win you back had fled and the only thing he felt now was guilt. Even though he was one hundred percent in the wrong, you were the one to wave the red flag in surrender. Always being the bigger person when he was incapable of it. Really, when he didnāt have the will for it, but you did. For the both of you, no matter how much it hurt.Ā
Even if you werenāt getting the answers you had originally came for. Ā
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āHowād it go?ā Steveās arms found your waist, pulling you close to his chest. āGood, for the most part. I think weāll finally be on speaking terms now. More accurately, I will finally speak with him.ā Giving you a small peck to your shoulder, before turning you around so you were facing him. āCan I ask you something?āĀ
āHmm.ā You looked in his deep, ocean eyes. The love he poured into you, truly unmatched to anything you had ever felt. āDo you still love him?āĀ
āLike in love? Or just love? Two very different things, peach.āĀ
āJust, um, like in love?ā His voice going up an octave higher, slightly afraid of the answer you would give him. If Steve could count on one thing, it was your honesty. Time and time again, you had showed him it was what you valued most. Considering your past, he understood why.Ā
āI was in love with my boyfriend, Peter Parker. The man who I thought loved me through and through. I pictured a life with him, and future with him. God, he met my parents even and they loved him to absolute death. My dad told me after we broke up, he even asked for his blessing. That he wasnāt ready, but some day he would be. Of course, the golden boy image Peter sold to them was more than believable so he gave it to him. Shit, like, how could he you know? Obviously, he was clearly still so in love with Gwen since he left me for her. I just wish I would have known about her, but he never alluded to anything about her and I never had a reason to doubt him. He was perfect with me. Right until it wasnāt.Ā
āSo, no. I donāt. My love for him died the very moment he chose her over me.ā You began to cry again, and god did Steve hate seeing you cry. Silently, cursing himself for even bringing it up in the first place, but the insecurity of Peter being your first love crept in. What if you had changed your mind one day? What if you decided one morning all was forgiven and left him? It wasnāt the most unreasonable thought. People can change. What if you would? But little did Steve know that you forgave Peter, but still were very much in love with the blue, eyed man in front of you.Ā
Immediately, Steve embraced you, holding you in his arms like they could protect you from any harm which came your way. Quite frankly, they very well could. In moments like these, everything else seemed to fade. He could make you forget about all the hurts of the past and center you on the future.Ā
āI wish I would have manned up and asked you before you met Peter.ā Steve whimpered. He really had a want to protect you and it only made you love him more. You wanted to tell him so badly, but it just didnāt feel right. āI donāt. I wasnāt ready for you back then.ā You joked half-heartedly.Ā
āIām gonna pretend that you didnāt just gut me.ā Once you started kissing him, he didnāt really have much to complain about. Sweet and soft, his lips slanted over yours perfectly. The familiar taste of strawberries invading your senses, slightly ecstatic he had finally started using the chapstick you had begged him to start using. You didnāt mind kissing his slight chapped lips, since it was Steve, but smooth was so much better in your opinion.Ā
āDoll, Iām sorry. I brought it up. I know it isnāt the easiest for you to talk about it. I really should be more mindful of it.ā Even when he wasnāt trying, he was an absolute sweetheart. It only caused your heart to soar, more than ever. āNo, donāt be. Itās important to me to talk about these things. To work through, them. You know? Evidently, Iāve never really been the greatest communicator, but I want to be. With you, I want to be better because this is the most important relationship in my life. Just you and I, peach.āĀ
You lowered your hands that were wrapped around his waist, before resting them on his perfectly shaped bum. You certainly didnāt miss the blush which spilled out over Steveās cheeks, at your new position. āGod, I hope no one ever finds out the reason you call me that.ā Steve shamefully admitted.Ā
āPeach, have you seen your ass? Itās not like itās a secret.ā You giggled when he grabbed yours, and honestly you were surprised. He was never this forward, at least not in public. āTrust me when I saw no one is staring at mine, when you have an ass like that.ā He gifted you with light peck before dragging you along to the group of your friends.Ā
But Peter? He watched the entire interaction. His eyes focused on you since you conversation had ended. It was clear you were over him, but he wasnāt over you. Surely, he could change your mind. He had done it once and he would stop at nothing to do it again.Ā
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Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? I did it a couple of times with a past girlfriend, but Iām honestly not a fan of it unless Iām somewhere with a serious lack of bathrooms and itās the only choice available. I like my space when I get myself all cleaned up lol.
What kind of pizza toppings do you like?Ā Different kinds of cheeses do it for me, really. If I absolutely have to pick toppings, I do like bacon, bell peppers, barbecue chicken, or onions on my pizza.
When did you first take a shot of alcohol?Ā I have no idea, actually. Maybe 20? 21? I never noted the year down. I donāt even know the first shot I ever took...if I had to guess, it was probably tequila.
Did you babysit for money when you were in middle school? No. I babysat because I was the eldest daughter and granddaughter in an Asian household, haha.
Who is your favorite band? How long have they been?Ā Paramore; 17 years, have loved them for 14.
Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? Many times. She used to be a welcome guest.
Have you ever been to a spa?Ā I donāt think Iāve ever entered one, no. Thereās been no reason to in the past.
When talking on the phone, do you place it against your left or right ear? Right. I donāt remember ever placing it on my left, come to think of it.
Whatās your favourite Lunchables meal?Ā Idk, Iāve never had them. American thing, Iām guessing.
Do you like Bob Marley?Ā I donāt hold an opinion on him; Iāve never tried listening to his music.
Have you ever eaten at Golden Corral? Nope, I donāt know what that is, either.
Do you sit and eat dinner at the same table with your family?Ā Yes, we have dinner together every night. Weāve been doing it since the start of the pandemic; and, with that, since my dad has had to stay at home since he canāt report to work anyway considering the situation. I imagine weād be back to eating separately once he can report back to his job.
Are you listening to any music right now? If so, what are you listening to?Ā Yeah, Iām listening to Map of the Soul: 7 and UGH! just started playing. This is such a good FUCKING album itās absolutely insane how good it is. Whatever spirit possessed BTS throughout 2019 to produce an album this unbelievable wasnāt playing.
Who was the last person to make you genuinely smile?Ā Hobi, since I rewatched the Run BTS segment where he called Conan OāBrienĀ āCurtain.ā
Is there something you want to say to someone but canāt/wonāt? No.
Do you like men who have a sensitive side?Ā I think itās nice when anyone has a sensitive side and isnāt ashamed to be in touch and expressive with their emotions. Doesnāt have to apply to just guys.
Have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist?Ā I donāt do that with any of my interests because I donāt want to potentially irritate or bore someone, or to potentially face the disappointment Iād feel when they donāt end up being enthusiastic about what Iām into. Iām totally okay with my interests just being My Thing, no need to drag other people into them.
Have you ever carved you and someone elseās initials into a tree?Ā Nopes.
Do you like Dairy Queen?Ā Just some items, like their Oreo Frappe or whatever itās called. Iām not a big fan of ice cream cakes and Iāve never really explored their Blizzards.
Is there anyone you know with an amazing personal success story?Ā Andi.
Is there a song in a different language that you can sing? Well Filipino is my first language rather than English, so yes.
How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts?Ā Iāve never experienced this other than One Direction using fireworks at the end of their concert here (and they werenāt launched from the stage either, but somewhere backstage), so I donāt really know what to feel about this other than they should just make sure theyāre following safety protocols and standards to avoid mishaps.
Ever fallen down a hole?Ā I donāt think so.
Do you like bananas?Ā Not so much, but I donāt passionately hate it as much as I do other fruits. I do like some dishes that incorporate banana, like banana bread and banoffee pie. Recently I discovered Korean banana milk and it ended up tasting pretty good!
How long do you normally spend in the shower? Not even 10 minutes, usually. I've never understood how people can take such long showers. < Yeah, pretty much on the same page. The only times I take a while is if I feel like shaving, but otherwise I shower quickly. Maybe around 4ā7 minutes at most.
Have you ever been a featured member on any website?Ā I donāt think that ever happened, at least when having featured members was still a thing.
Have you ever had any weird pets?Ā Nope.
Are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone?Ā I am not. Though I know I have unread messages from Andi...I just donāt feel like checking them right now.
Have you ever experienced insomnia?Ā Only when I was a teenager. Itās been a while since Iāve faced any trouble in trying to fall asleep.
Do you like egg nog? Iāve never had a chance to try it but it sounds delicious, and I would definitely take a sip the first opportunity I get.
Would you ever wear Converse with a prom/formal dress?Ā I donāt see why I would have to but if itās just for funsies, it sounds pretty harmless so yeah, I would.
Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows?Ā Withoooooooooout. Iāve never understood marshmallows.
How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over?Ā In a romantic sense, none. But Iāve cried for other reasons, like when I mourned over my grandpa and Nacho.
Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician?Ā Surgeon, since thereās a tiny part in me that had always wanted to take up med school.
Would rather be a musician or a painter? Painter, if anything. Iām not creative by any means, but I feel like Iād enjoy a lot more freedom with painting.
Would you rather write your own book or make your own movie? [continued from last night] Write my own book I suppose, but I could only work with non-fiction. Iād embarass myself if I had to write something not based off of real life.
At home, do you have a trampoline? No. But this reminds me of when weād go to Ritaās place to have meetings whenever we couldnāt hold them in school. Sheās the richest one out of all of us, lives in a very old money village, big-ass house, big-ass kitchen, big-ass receiving areas (plural)...and they also have a nice trampoline in their big-ass yard. We always used to horse around in there as soon as we were done with our meetings.
When you are about to go to bed, do you put on some sort of noise?Ā I used to put on a YouTube video that would entertain me enough to feel relaxed and eventually sleepy, but I havenāt done that in the last few weeks. These days I usually look for a fanfic to get absorbed in, then I read until my eyes start feeling heavy.
What is your favorite Christmas movie?Ā Love Actually or Itās A Wonderful Life.
And what about your favorite Christmas song?Ā Itās Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas makes me feel festive and fuzzy.
What is your ultimate favorite stocking stuffer?Ā My family doesnāt really keep up with this tradition. I remember how our grandparents would fix up stockings for us when we were much younger, but they were usually filled with candy.Ā
After Halloween, do you sort out all of your candy into little piles?Ā I never collected candy for Halloween.
When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it?Ā Depends. The rare times Iām working and do feel like putting headphones on, the volume has to be just decent enough so I can still focus. If Iām not doing anything else or at least doing something that doesnāt involve too much ~brain activity~, I like my music very loud.
What did you have for breakfast this morning?Ā It doesnāt really count as breakfast but Iām currently finishing off the remaining two pieces of McNuggets I got last night. 10 pieces is apparently too many for my appetite, haha.
Whatās the largest animal youāve ever had as a pet?Ā Cooper has probably been the biggest and heaviest so far.
Do you own any kind of helmet?Ā We have a bike helmet here at home, but itās not exclusively mine.
Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite?Ā I donāt memorize the fridge so I canāt tell you my favorite food thatās currently in it; as for drink, I just stick to cold water.
Whatās the worst injury youāve ever had?Ā Sprained ankle after I tripped at one of the parking lots in school.
Do you like the taste of cough syrup?Ā Iāve never had it.
What is something you like to have conversations about?Ā People with experiences vastly different from mine, because it lets me explore different perspectives. Itās why I always look forward to family reunions with one of my uncles - whoās a foreigner, from a very different country - since heās able to share a lot of fun and reflective stories about his life and stuff he did in his youth, stuff I never got to experience and live through.
What all is in the trunk of your car?Ā The trunk used to be my trash can lmao, back when I was still driving everyday. My mom has since cleared it out since the beginning of the pandemic; I believe only a laptop bag is sitting there now.
Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? No. I donāt even eat either.
Is your heat or air conditioning currently on?Ā My electric fan is. I donāt turn on the aircon until the evening.
Have you ever fallen off of a horse?Ā Nopes.
Which do you value more, your appearance or your intelligence?Ā Both are important to me.
When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck?Ā I donāt remember. Iāve only ever driven cars.
Were your grandparents present when you were born?Ā Neither set wasnāt in any of the photos from my birth, so I donāt think so...? My maternal grandparents definitely wouldnāt have been present, since my parents had been living in Manila then.
If you drink/smoke, how often do you do these things?Ā I vape...pretty much all day. Iām doing it while taking this survey. As for drink, I would say 1-2 times a month. Usually after a particularly grueling shift.
What do you think of fast food?Ā I love it. Unabashedly. I just donāt have them a lot because I donāt find it filling and the quality is obviously lower; but Iād be lying if I said I didnāt like the way fast food tastes.
What website do you spend the most time on and why?Ā Google Suite, if it counts. I work 5 days a week; itās pretty much an extension of me at this point.
Whatās the most amount of time youāve spent online? Is this usual for you?Ā All day. Iām always using the internet to do things. I used to be embarrassed of it, but these days I feel like having a connection is virtually an essential.
When it comes to travel, what kinds of places intrigue you most? Museums, historical sites, cultural sites, and spots where they show you how they do practices native to the place. Iāve always been about immersing myself in the cultures of the places I visit.
What is the farthest youāve walked in one day and what made you do it?Ā I remember having to walk for a very very very VERY long time when we were in Bali - my family wanted to explore more of the city - and the weather wasnāt cooperative at all, so I ended up feeling super cranky. I remember also walking around a lot in Shanghai, but that was a slightly better experience since the city was incredibly lively and there were a lot of things to see and stop at; not to mention the weather was also kinda pleasant. The cold was biting but I would always rather be too cold than walk around with sweat-soaked clothes.
What is something important thatās often on your mind lately?Ā Our financial situation what with Covid affecting both my parentsā jobs. We get by enough for me not to worry too much, but I also hope my dad can get called back to his ship soon just so I can finally exhale with relief.
What about something unimportant, but you canāt stop thinking about it?Ā My workplace recently introduced this workout challenge thingy for the month of May that weāre invited to join to encourage us to get fit and healthy. I get notifications whenever someoneās able to exercise for the day and it makes me feel super pressured hahahaha. Since I donāt wanna be known as a killjoy co-worker I know Iāll have to take part in it, which I will start on later.
Do you like oatmeal? If so, what kinds of things do you like in it?Ā No. Back in elementary my grandma made me eat oatmeal every day for breakfast before heading to school, so I donāt ever want to have another bowl of it.
What was going on the last time you felt nostalgic?Ā My family and I were having a conversation during dinner last night and for some reason it eventually veered towards mine and my sisterās experiences from our first school and how we managed to get up at 5 AM everyday, have classes from 7 AMā4 PM, then get home from anywhere between 5ā6 PM for 14 years straight. How tf did we do that and never complain???
How much attention do you pay to the movements of the stars and planets, and do you believe they influence anything?Ā None.
What is the most difficult or involved video game youāve ever played?Ā While I love watching playthroughs, I am not skilled at video games at all and in most video games Iāve played I never made it past the first mission, unless I was playing a Nintendo game thatās already marketed for kids in the first place lol.
Which accent do you find most sexy, alluring or appealing?Ā Thereās a certain British accent I find very pleasant to listen to, but since I know there are a lot of variations Iām just not sure which one it is. I guess an accurate point of reference would be Hugh Grantās or Florence Pughās accent.
Which accent do you find most annoying, disturbing, or bothersome?Ā None of them.
Can you cry on cue? Is it any kind of useful?Ā Nope.
Does it take you a while to actually get jokes?Ā Sometimes.
Can you wear socks to bed or does it annoy you?Ā I donāt really like the feeling of socks, so no. I find them a bit itchy, and too tight.
Have you ever bleached your hair?Ā Never done it before.
Do you like jelly beans?Ā Erm, it would depend on the flavor, I guess. But they arenāt so much my snack of choice. The texture is a bit weird.
Do you have trouble sleeping when itās storming?Ā Not at all, I feel a lot cozier when itās raining hard.
Who was the last person you know that graduated? (high school or college)Ā Sofie posted her graduation photo not too long ago, so probably her.
Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming?Ā I never had a babysitter because I was the babysitter.
Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten?Ā No. I went to an all-girls school, so I didnāt even get to interact with a lot of boys until the middle of high school.
Did you ever read the Magic Treehouse series?Ā Nope.
Who was your best friend in elementary school?Ā Angela. I was also friends for a long time with a girl named Jaynie, with whom I actually started to reconnect ever since she found out I was now into BTS. I find it so cool; I donāt think Iāve talked to her since the 2nd grade, 15 years ago.
Did you ever watch The Land Before Time movies?Ā I didnāt.
Did you collect anything when you were a kid? Stickers. I'd put them on my dresser everywhere to the point it was absolutely covered. < Literally this entire answer; I donāt have any clue how my overly neat mom managed to never spank me for destroying her closet. I also liked collecting Pokemon cards and pogs even though I never knew how to use them. It just felt nice having large stacks of them lol.
Did you get an allowance?Ā Not until high school. My grandma (and eventually househelp, when we moved) fixed up packed lunches for me and my siblings. When my mom decided to stop having house helpers at home, thatās when she started giving us an allowance to buy recess and lunch ourselves.
Were you into American Girl dolls?Ā I was never into dolls in general. Since my sister and I were the only girls at home, we were surrounded by toys marketed for boys and thatās what I enjoyed playing with more.
Were you friends with your childhood neighbors?Ā We played with the neighborhood kids every afternoon but I wouldnāt call them friends. I was a very shy kid and I found them too rowdy for my liking, especially the boys.
What was your biggest fear when you were a kid?Ā Flying cockroaches. Itās still one of them.
Did you ever play the "Reader Rabbit" computer games?Ā I donāt think so.
Did your parents let you drink soda growing up? Iām pretty sure they wouldāve allowed me to, but I just never liked the feeling of fizzy drinks so I never drank soda anyway.
What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid?Ā I think I liked mocha sponge cakes growing up, but that has changed now.
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Riding High

Ch25: Keep it Simple
Chapter Summary:Ā The events of Boston behind them, Frank, Fliss and Mary look forward to Christmasā¦and Frank has a big surprise planned.Ā
Chapter Warnings:Ā Bad Language words. Smutā¦NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!!
Chapter Pairings:Ā Ā Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher
Ā A/N:Ā So here it is, the last in the series Riding High. Thank you to everyone who has helped and re-blogged and commended in any way. Do not fear, Frank and Fliss will be back in the next instalment of their adventureĀ Riding On
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs.Ā By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Riding High MasterlistĀ //Ā Main Masterlist
Chapter 24
If you should ever leave me, thought life would still go on, believe me, the world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me? God only knows what Iād be without youā¦

"Mary can you just hold on a second, please!" Frank sighed, grabbing the back of her coat to stop her shooting off into the crowd that streamed down the busy Manhattan sidewalk. "But Frank!" she turned and looked at him, her woollen hat jammed down over her ears "I just wanna see the stall!" "Yeah but you can't just run off!" He grumbled and beside him Fliss gave a chuckle. He turned to look at her "who gets so excited about damned wooden tree ornaments?" "Oh hush!" Fliss leaned up to give him a pack, her cold nose brushing his. In retaliation he pulled the front of her baby blue sparkly bobble hat down over her eye and she shoved him in the chest, laughing. "Fuck you!" "Chance would be a fine thing" he grumbled, taking Flissā hand as they headed after Mary. "Awww is that why you're grumpy?" Fliss grinned as they walked "Coz you haven't had any in nearly 3 days?" Frank pouted "No." "Liar..." "Ok, look...Frankie has needs..." he whined "I completely over looked the fact hanging out with an 8 year old in the room would be a cock block." "Always the shower..." Fliss teased and Frank snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine? I give it 3 minutes before she came looking for us." "We go home tomorrow. I'll make it up to you then." Fliss grinned and he sighed. "What?" She laughed. "Itās just...you look so hot in all this winter clothing." Frank grinned. And he meant it. Seeing her wrapped up in a coat, hat and scarf had made her look all cute and cozy...and it had done inappropriate things to him for some odd reason. "Hmmm, you know most men get more turned on the less clothing their girls wear." She teased and he grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm not most men" She gave him a smile which he returned with a soft kiss as they stopped by the stall where Mary instantly dived into looking at the array of ornaments. After a few moments of looking she handed Frank one in the shape of a reindeer stag, and a doe for him and Fliss before selecting a robin for herself. "I think they're so pretty." She looked at the bird in her hand "I saw one at Evelyn's over thanks giving." "Ever heard the saying robins appear when loved ones are near?" Fliss asked. Mary shook her head. "No" "Well, I don't know about here but certainly in England we say it because there is an old belief by some people that a robin is a message from heaven, that a loved one is watching over you." "Do you believe that?" Mary looked at Fliss. Fliss hesitated "Well when my Dad's dad died I was 20 and I remember getting up the morning after he died and there was a robin on the fence of the back garden. Bill told me it was my granddad Alex come to check I was ok." "Do you think it was? Really I mean?" "I dunno sweetheart." Fliss sighed "I'd like it to be true..." "Then you should believe it was." Mary said, looking at her "Because isn't that what faith is? Believing something you want to be true?" Fliss looked at Frank who smiled and gave a small shake of his head. She turned back to Mary, smiling softly as she dropped a hand to the back of her head. This kid was unbelievably wise, but with such an innocence behind it all. "Yeah, I suppose it is." Fliss nodded. "Do you think the robin I saw could have been my mom?" She asked, her eyes wide. Frank at that point stepped in, carefully picking an answer that was ambiguous so as not to say yes, but also not dampening her spirits. "If your mom could I'm sure she would come and see you, make sure you're ok." Mary gave a nod, before she turned back to the stall, her attention back on the ornaments. "We need a dog for Thor, and a cat for Fred oh...and a pony for Monty." "What about Cap and Heidi?" Fliss asked, moving to inspect the selection of decorations. "Oh, yeah!" "This is gonna bankrupt me." Frank grumbled, his hands on Fliss' hips, chin resting on her shoulder as he observed the two of them. "Scrooge" Fliss shot back with a smile "Do you think Verity and Bill will like this one?" Mary held up a snowman. "Absolutely" Fliss nodded. "And can I get one for Evelyn?" She asked, selecting a snowflake. Despite the fact that they were now well into the fifty buck range for fucking tree decorations, Frank couldn't help but want to smile at Marys face. She was so thoughtful, the purity behind it all was, as usual, humbling. So he nodded "Sure she will appreciate it." He smiled. He moved to lift her up so she could hand the ones they had picked over to the guy behind the counter who asked Mary what names she wanted on each one. As she told him, he allowed her to sit up on the edge of the little surface, held in place by Frank to watch as he burnt the names into each ornament before he bagged them up and she took them with a thanks. "Our first family tree stuff!" Mary grinned and Fliss smiled, bending down to give her a hug. They set back off towards the hotel, stopping by a burger joint for dinner before they dumped their bags and returned back out for their final evening in the City. Frank had loved every second of their trip, and so had Mary and Fliss. Seeing Mary's reaction to snow and the Christmas lights had been amazing, along with all the bands on street corners, people walking around dressed up. It was magical and he wasn't afraid to let his inner child come out to play either, as Fliss had just found out. "Whose idea was this again?" He asked as Mary was bouncing up and down in the queue. "Yours!" Fliss scoffed as he took Mary's hand in his right "I seem to recall the very visible horror on your face yesterday when I told you I'd never done it before..." "Thatās because it's an abomination that someone who's 34 has never been ice skating." "I was a professional athlete." She shrugged "I was banned from doing anything deemed dangerous " Frank looked at her "What do they consider more dangerous than flying a half tonne animal almost 2 meters into the air?" "Bungee jumping, sky diving, jet skiing, water skiing, ice skating.." Fliss shrugged "just to name 5" Frank shook his head as the queue shuffled forward a little. It wasn't too long now, luckily they had timed it right by arriving 20 minutes or so before the next lot of General Admission to the famous Rockefeller rink opened so there weren't too many people ahead. After another 10 minutes they got to the front and Frank nudged Fliss out of the way as she tried to pay. She scowled at him and he simply rolled his eyes and handed his card over. It wasn't cheap but then, he was in New York. What was? Together they headed onto the ice. Frank, having done it a few times as a kid found his legs fairly quickly and didn't stop himself laughing as Mary's completely went from under her and she landed with a thump on her ass. "Here..." he chuckled, offering her his hand. He pulled her up and moved her in front of him. "Give me your hands..." Mary extended her arms to the side and he took her mitten clad hands in his, holding her in front of him. Fliss was moving tentatively behind him, using the sides for support a little. "Ok slide your right foot forward, like on your roller skates..." Frank said. Mary did as she was told "now left...right...left...right..." He continued his chanting and glanced over his shoulder to see Fliss was concentrating on her feet, her tongue poking out slightly. "You good?" "Yup." She said, raising her hand to give him a thumbs up before she skidded slightly and went down in a tangle of limbs. Letting out a laugh he gently pivoted Mary so she could hold onto the side and offered Fliss his hand. Pulling her up into his arms he held her steady for a moment whilst her laughing subsided. He watched her for a second, her face creasing up into those adorable dimples, eyes crinkled so much they were almost shut and her shoulders shook with the force of her giggles. "I fuckin' love you..." he grinned and she smiled at him. "Back at ya sailor" After another few laps Mary and Fliss had managed to get the hand of it which meant Frank could leave them a little bit as he went off for what he called a proper skate. The girls watched calling him a show off as he crossed his feet and turned, skating backwards a little. Both of them debated sabotaging him and tripping him up but they decided not to, instead they simply pretended they didn't know him, resulting in him grabbing Fliss from behind just beneath the large tree, and spinning her round to face him. "Can I help you?" She teased and he gave a snort. "Yeah, you can... Mary?" He called to her where she was trying to perfect a turn and failing as she almost stumbled again. She looked up and headed over. "Can you take our photo?" "Only if you're gonna kiss..." she replied, making smooching noises. "Well we canāt disappoint her..." Frank shrugged and Fliss grinned, her smile turning into a shriek as Frank quickly grabbed her hips before he took one hand, keeping the other round her back and dipped her so she was bending backwards, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. She laughed against his mouth as he gave her a wink, before kissing her a little deeper and then setting her upright, his eyes boring into hers which were shining in the Christmas lights surrounding the rink. "Oh that was great!" Mary howled and he turned to face her as she handed his phone back. Frank checked the photo and had to smile, it was a dammed good shot. He showed it to Fliss and she beamed. "A framer?" She asked. "A framer." He agreed. It took them ages to get Mary to finally leave the rink. Even a bribe of hot chocolate, marshmallows and cookies wasn't doing it. Eventually Frank put his foot down and told her it was time to go as it was almost 9pm and they still had that tree to go see before they headed to Central Park for one last walk in the lights. After handing their skates back and retrieving their belongings from the lockers they followed the path to the tree. As they round the corner Mary gasped. "It's huge!" She turned to look at Frank and Fliss, her eyes wide "Oh my God!" Frank smiled kissed Fliss' cheek as Mary walked slightly ahead of them down the walkway that was flanked with smaller trees and the famous lit up trumpeting angels . As they caught her up he slipped his spare hand in his pocket, his fingers curling round the small, leather box inside. The damned thing had been burning a hole in his pocket since he had bought it in Boston just after Thanksgiving. Fliss, Verity and Bill had all stayed for a very pleasant week rounded off with a damned good proper Thanksgiving dinner and the three of them had flown home on the Friday, as Fliss was starting to stress about her business. He and Mary followed on the Sunday after she had been given the all clear to fly after a weekās check up at the Hospital. On his spare afternoon, he'd taken a trip into the city with one goal, and it had been surprisingly easy. The first jeweller he has walked into had a perfect ring, and despite the fact he had visited several others none of them caught his eye like that. So he had gone back and asked the assistant for a closer look. It wasn't a huge rock, white gold and emerald cut with in a pave setting, but everything about it had screamed Fliss. It was delicate and feminine but with a wonderful sparkle just like her. He knew that sounded so lame when he had told the assistant but she has just smiled and told him that if he had that much conviction, it must be right. He had been lost when she asked him what size, but in a sudden inspiration he had remembered the Pandora ring he had bought her when he had gotten his first new pay check as supervisor. He mentioned this to the assistant who beamed and said she could easily size it from that by using a simple conversion chart and told him to come back the following day. His sudden good spirit had fallen as he explained he couldn't do and asked her to see if here was anything she could do, even contemplating taking it and having it sizes back in Florida. But, after the shitty run of events over the last week, his luck was in after she returned 5 minutes later with a slip of paper, informing him it would be ready by the end of the day. When he had told Mary he was going to ask Fliss to marry him, she'd been so excited. She'd asked when, where and when he said he didnāt know she'd given him the most exasperated look on the planet. The only one of his friend who he had confided in, Greg, hadnāt been much help either, simply telling him to do it in a way that meant something to them both. Simply put he just hadn't a fucking clue. He had agonized over how to pop the question. On the boat? Or maybe a sunset on their favourite spot at St Pete's beach? Did he wait for New York? As such, Frank had taken to carrying the ring around with him, waiting for that moment when it felt right. So far it hadn't happened at home and as it stood New York wasnāt faring any better. He had thought about it at the top of the Empire state, but it had been too busy. Then there was a moment in Central Park after they had been snowman building that might have worked...until Fliss had nailed him in the face with a snowball. So they'd had a snowball fight instead. Then when walking over Brooklyn Bridge, the skyline behind them⦠then when they walked back to the Hotel after seeing the Lion King on Broadway, going the long way round to see the display in Macy's window all lit up...and then that moment before when Mary had taken a picture of them kissing under the tree on the ice rink... but none of it felt right. It didn't feel like the moment for them. But now something stirred in his gut. This could be it. It wasn't too busy, the place was gorgeous, right in front of the tree Fliss had been so desperate to see... Ok Adler, you can do this. Taking a deep breath he pulled the box from his pocket when he heard Mary give a squeal. "Oh...wow! Frankie look..." Fliss' voice was a whisper and she nudged him, pointing to the base of the tree. He followed her gaze to see a blonde haired man down on one knee, presenting a ring to a dark haired woman who had her hands clasped over her mouth. Frank slipped the box back into his pocket and stared at the man as he placed the ring onto his now fiancĆ©s finger and did his best to look like he cared when Fliss let out a soft "Awwww" The man looked around excitedly, his eyes falling on the three of them before he asked Frank if he or Fliss would mind taking a photo for them. "Course not buddy, congratulations." Frank smiled. Fucking prick... ***** "It was AMAZING!" Mary gushed to Verity as they walked to the car, Fliss' parents having come to pick them up from the airport. "we saw so much stuff but nowhere near all of it but Frank said we could go back next year in the summer maybe and do a bit more." "Looks like someone else had a good time too." Bill smiled, nodding to Fliss who let out a loud yawn. Frank chuckled "She was up all night, I told her not to have more food so close to bed time." "I wanted a hot dog and a pretzel." Fliss mumbled, "Besides, it's nothing to do with the food...we did a lot of walking." Bill gave a snort "You ride horses for a living, you should be fit enough to walk round New York" "I probably skated about 4 miles too..." Fliss said looking at Mary "SomeoneĀ wouldn't come off the ice rink" "You been sleeping ok otherwise?" Verity looked at her "I'm fine mum." She smiled "No anxiety?" 'V, she said she's fine so leave it" Bill said gently and Fliss shot a grateful look at her dad. She knew her mum was only concerned but she was fed up of assuring people she was fine. After the attack from John she had suffered a bout of delayed shock which had manifested in a few panic attacks, nightmares, and restlessness at night and on one occasion nausea. Luckily Frank had been brilliant at keeping calm when she had an episode, helping her work through it and the last incident she had suffered had been over a week ago. Once they were all in the car, Frank took the passenger seat after Verity offered it to him, Mary continued to chat all the drive home about New York, Fliss and Frank butting in here and there. They arrived home little after 30 minutes later and Fliss headed up the steps with Mary, Thor almost sending the pair of them flying when they opened the door. "Oh puppy I missed you!" Fliss smiled as she gave him plenty of attention and he kept licking her face, whining and emitting quiet little barks. "Did you miss me? Did you?" "Yerress" Frank did his best Scooby Doo impression as he walked past and Fliss let out a laugh, as she stood up and headed into the living room behind Mary, bumping into the girl as she stopped dead, giving a squeal as she saw the Christmas Tree in the corner. "Mum, Dad?" Fliss called, smiling "I take it you did this?" Frank appeared behind them both, smiling as Fliss and Mary exchanged a glance before they all turned to Bill and Verity who were stood in the doorway. "Well we know how much you like to get your tree up as early as you can and, well we were picking one up for ourselves so we got you one. You donāt mind do you?" Verity, looked at Fliss then Frank. "No, of course not!" Fliss grinned. "Saved me a job." Frank nodded "Thanks guys." "Can we decorate it tonight?" Mary asked "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee Frank!" Frank glanced at his watch before giving a sigh, he knew she wouldn't go to bed if he said no anyway so what was the point? Plus she was at the University tomorrow which didnāt start until 10 so... "Ok, but if you so much as grumble tomorrow morning when I get you up you'll be in deep trouble." He looked at her sternly as she stooped to pick Fred up. "Cross my heart, hope to die, we all know Fred's got one eye..." she chanted off, nodding. "We brought your box of decorations from the annex." Verity smiled at Fliss, nodding to the box on the floor. "We thought you could pick what you want to keep now you're combining."
āSpeaking of decorationsā¦ā Frank said, looking at Mary.
āOhā¦yeahā¦hang onā¦ā She said, running to the sofa where she had dumped her little pink rucksack. She fished out the paper bag they had gotten from the stall and found the Snowman they had bought. With a smile she handed it to Verity who looked down at it, her face curling into a smile as her eyes started to prick with tears.
āFliss said you wouldnāt mind the names Mary wanted on them.ā Frank said, watching carefully.
āOf course we donāt mind!ā Bill smiled, picking Mary up to give her a hug āWe are Nanny V and Poppa B aināt that right kiddo?ā āYep!ā she grinned, hugging him.
āWeāll save it to hang tomorrow when you come over after school.ā Verity said as Bill set Mary on the floor and she hugged her tightly.
After a little more chat Verity and Bill left and Frank instructed Mary to change into her Pyjamas before they did the tree. Deciding that was a good idea, Fliss did the same and before long they were all in the living room. Fliss and Mary going through the boxes of decorations, Frank wrestling with the tangle of fairy lights. How they managed to get so fucking knotted up after simply being in a box for 12 months was beyond him.
He had just about managed it when Thor came over to inspect what he was doing, and dropped straight onto his back on top of the string.
āThorā¦get out of itā¦ā he grumbled, pushing the dog who simply rolled over, taking half the lights with him, tangling them round his legs and his tails. āJesus Christā¦stand stillā¦for fucks sakeā¦ā
Thinking this was a huge game, Thor started to bounce around, barking, and Frank shook his head. āFliss, sort this mutt outā¦.ā Fliss gave a laugh and dropped off the sofa, calling Thor to her. He sat down, allowing Frank to remove the lights before he stood up, shaking them out. Together the 3 of them wound them round the tree before they made a start on the decorations.
āFrank got me this for my first Christmas.ā Mary said, hanging a red bauble which had her name on it. āThe glitter has all fallen off it now.ā
āWe can add more if you want.ā Fliss looked at her and Mary shrugged.
āI kinda like it.ā It didnāt take them long, and their wooden trinkets from New York were the last ones they hung, Mary ensuring they took pride of place. Frank then lifted her up so she could place the star at the top before they stood back.
āReady for the big turn on?ā Frank asked, grinning. Mary and Fliss cheered and began a countdown from 5. When they hit 1 Frank hit the switch and the lights on the tree came to life. He stepped back, looking up at it, his arm curling round Flissā shoulder, his other dropping to Mary as she grinned.
āBest Tree ever.ā she smiled.
āYeah, and now itās time for the best bed everā¦ā he looked at her.
āSeriously?ā Mary complained
āNo moaning, remember?ā Frank instructed her. āThat was in the morning.ā
āWell I just extended it to now as well.ā he said, shrugging āBecause I can, so getā¦ā āFine, fine, Iām goingā¦ā she grumbled. āNight Fliss.ā āNight sweetie.ā Fliss dropped a kiss to her head before Mary shot a filthy look at Frank who met her with a passive one of his own.
āIāll be in in a second.ā Frank shot after her, watching as she headed down to the hallway. He turned back to Fliss who was watching the tree, a smile on her face.
āNot exactly up to Maceyās standardsā¦ā Frank chuckled and she shook her head.
āI love it.ā āIt looks like an Elf threw up on it.ā
āAll trees should be like that.ā Fliss shrugged, before she gave his cheek a peck. āNow, you go sort Mary and Iāll get us both a beer.ā āActuallyā¦ā he said, looping his arms round her waist. āI believe there was something else you promised me tonightā¦ā āOh, yes, of course,Ā Frankie has needsā¦ā she replied with an almost uncanny impersonation, which made him snort. āDoes that mean no beer?ā
āNo beer.ā āYou want me to wait in bed.ā āYes I do.ā he nodded āGo, Iāll let Thor out and lock up.ā
Grinning she accepted his kiss and smiled as she turned around, casting him a quite frankly sinful look over her shoulder which almost had him hard right there and then. Not wanting to wait a moment longer he sorted the dog, locked the door, poked his head into Maryās room to wish her goodnight, and headed into their bedroom. Fliss was hanging her jeans in the closet after having simply discarded them on the bed earlier, and wasting no time Frank pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it to the side before he stepped up behind her, spinning her round to face him. He pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss as heĀ slid his hands down to cup her ass and she smirked into the kiss.
āI like your ass.ā he muttered. āI like yours tooā she said back, āAnd your armsā
He laughed and pulled back to look down at her as her fingers trailed up his biceps. āMy arms?ā
āYeah, your big, strong arms, and your big, broad shoulders and your stupid, handsome faceā¦ā she muttered, pulling him back down to her. In between the dizzying kisses Frank steered her towards the bed, and as her legs collided with the edge he stopped to gently trail kisses across her bare collar bone. His lips found her jaw and then, with a wicked quirk of his eyebrow he reached down for her thighs, and grabbing them he pulled them forwards, causing her to fall backwards as he pitched them both onto the bed. As she laughed he chuckled slightly before he kissed her again, and then it was a scramble to get out of his clothes as fast as he could before he fell back on top of his girl, his hands pulling up her camisole top, lips kissing at the spot just below her ear before he slid down her shorts, his mouth gently kissing a trail up from her belly through the middle of her breasts, up her neck and finally back to her mouth.
Fliss was utterly lost now, in the usual whirl of love, and lust and passion and kissed him back, hard as his hand gently dropped between her legs and he felt her slick against the tips of his fingers as he gently coaxed at her clit, continuing until she was nothing short of a writhing mess clawing at his back, aching for him. They locked eyes as he took her left hand in his, and slowly worked into her, both moaning simultaneously at the sensation, Flissās eyes rolling back at the exquisite stretch inside. Frank began to move his hips slowly, deeply, his thrusts werenāt measured in the slightest despite the fact he was absolutely aching for her. He wanted to take it slow, end what had been an amazing trip in the same mood it had started in, absolute pure love.
His mouth moved back to Flissās neck, nipping gently at her skin and she let out low moan as he picked up the pace ever so slightly, his spare hand kept hold of her hip, keeping her as close to him as she could possibly be.
āFuck, Frank, right thereā¦ā she groaned as he hit her spot and he smirked slightly, he loved the way she got like this with him, ever so demanding at times, such a far cry from the timid woman he had fallen for the previous year.
āYeah?ā he panted as she gave a soft cry, her body tensing underneath him āGood.ā āSo goodā¦ā she moaned, arching her back. His mouth found hers again and his hand slid from her hip to gently tease her nipple and she rolled her hips to grind up against him, changing the angle slightly causing him to go deeper.
āLissyā¦ā he panted as he drove into her deeply, slowly, and then again and again, his pace increasing ever so slightly. Every single sense Frank possessed was on fire and he broke the long, lazy kiss that they were sharing to stifle a moan against her cheek when he felt her clench around him, a tell-tale sign she was nearing her release. The sheets rustled underneath and around them both as his hips pushed up against hers, and Frank saw Flissā head tip back, her throat bared to him in utter bliss as she came hard, her moans soft and breathy into his ear. Frank picked up his pace slightly, chasing his own end as he pushed her through hers, and when he felt that snake in his belly beginning to unravel, he gave a low grunt which morphed into a gasp as he clung to Fliss, spilling himself into her, his hips slowing to a stop as he collapsed forward. Fliss gave a soft chuckle as her hands gently slid up his back and into his hair, as she moved and pressed a soft kiss to his head.
āI know I keep saying it but I really do fuckinā love you Cowgirl.ā he said, voice muffled as his face pressed into her neck.
Fliss gave a chuckle āIāll never tire of hearing it Sailor. ā
He moved to look at her, flashing her a grin before he caught her mouth in a sweet kiss. **** "You still not managed it?" Greg asked as they stood at the bar, waiting for their drinks. Frank sighed and glanced at Fliss who was sat with Bonnie in the booth, the pair of them sniggering at something. "Do you see a ring on her finger?" He looked at Greg. "No" "Well there's your answer." "What's the hold up, man?" Greg frowned. "Nothing has felt right." Frank sighed "she wonāt want a huge fuss in front of people so that basically ruled out all of New York...bar one moment when I thought it was time, in front of the tree at Rockefeller...and then some douchebag went and beat me to it, proposing to his girl whilst we watched..." "You're over thinking it." Greg said, looking at Frank "Take a step back. When are the pair of you at your best? The time you enjoy most, I mean" "Honestly?" Frank shrugged "at night when Mary's gone to bed and we finally sit down and just watch TV or joke around." "Well there you go." Greg shrugged "What, at home?" Frank frowned "Why not?" Greg looked at him "the point isn't to be showy or flashy but to show her you wanna spend the rest of your life with her." Frank pondered this for a moment. Greg has a point. They were at their happiest doing the simple things, spending quiet time together, being fucking normal. Fliss loved it when they curled up and Frank would simply cuddle her close and kiss her head, easy signs of affection that she had craved all through her wreck of a marriage. And Frank loved it too, because it made him feel grounded, time for him to simply be Frank in his own right, the very thing he used to use his Friday night drinking sessions for. Now he could feel it every night, thanks to Lissyā¦
And then, suddenly an idea came to him, out of nowhere.
Oh, it was perfect! "Greg..." he smiled, slapping the man on the back "you are a genius." "Glad I could be of service." Greg smirked "This means I get best man duty, right?"
Frank smirked at him, shrugging, not giving anything away. His eyes flicked back to Fliss who had now stood up, Simon having returned to the table sliding in next to Bonnie. Frankās eyes travelled up her bare legs, from her high-heels up to the short little pink playsuit she was wearing, which was printed with black palm trees and other patterns, the small straps settling on her tanned shoulders, the front showing him just enough cleavage. She was wearing a black butterfly necklace that she had bought in New York and her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in soft curls. Her brown eyes locked onto his and he smiled as he remembered the last Circle Of Truth Christmas outing the previous year, when he had told her he loved her for the first time. And here they were, now 5 days away from their second Christmas together.
āHey beautifulā he smiled as she reached his side. His arm curled round her and he pressed a kiss to her cheek āYou ok?ā āYeah, just thirsty.ā she smiled. āCan I get a water as well as my gin please?ā
āSureā¦ā he turned to look at the bar tender who was pulling their drinks together. Once he had attracted his attention and added a bottle of water to the order he turned back to her as Greg spoke up.
āFrank said you enjoyed New York.ā āOh, it was fantastic.ā she smiled āEvery bit as magical as I thought it was going to be.ā
āGood, Iām glad you all had a good time.ā Greg smiled āYou deserved it after everything that went down.ā āYeah well, heās banged up now. His brother is going to go down for Endangerment or whatever it is you call it, itsā done, itās over.ā Fliss smiled, āWe got the rest of our lives ahead of us now.ā āWell, if that doesnāt call for shots then I donāt know what doesā¦ā Greg smirked as the bar tender placed their drinks in front of them.
āNo, Gregā¦ā Fliss started to protest but Greg cut her off.
āYes Greg!ā he smirked, turning to the bar tender, āCan I get a bottle of Tequila pal and 8 glasses.ā Fliss groaned āIām teaching at 9 am!ā
āDumbassā¦ā Greg looked at her and Frank gave a snort.
āI told you to switch them outā¦ā
āI canāt!ā she pouted āI already did for Boston and New Yorkā¦ā āWellā¦ā Greg smirked as the bar tender set the bottle and glasses down in front of him āLooks like youāre doing it with a hangover honey.ā āFuck my lifeā¦ā **** Fuck my life indeed. Fliss spent the following morning throwing up, groaning once more that she was never drinking tequila EVER again. Frank reminded her of how many times she had said that over the time he had known her and sheād simply let out a huge fake sob and thrown herself face down on the bed again declaring that she didnāt want to adult anymore as it sucked.
The days before Christmas passed in the usual chaos. Presents were wrapped and stashed under the tree, more drinks were had with Friends. Evelyn visited for a few days, which had actually almost pleased Frank a little. She wasnāt staying for Christmas, her arrangements having already been made, but she had hinted that maybe next year she could, to which Frank and Fliss had both agreed. She had been taken with Maryās gift to her and had laughed out loud when Bill and Verity had presented her with a case of Malbec, the same Malbec sheād smashed a bottle of over Johnās head. Her gifts to them both had been a substantial chunk of money, in the thousands, and when Frank had protested at the amount on the cheque she had waved it off as 8 years of owed presents. Maryās was wrapped so it was placed under the tree for Christmas morning. Evelyn headed back to Boston on the morning of Christmas Eve, Frank and Mary driving her to the airport instead of her driver, where they had both bid her a Happy Christmas and waved her goodbye as she headed off to spend it with her friends in Newton.
After the final preparations were made Frank, Fliss and Mary collapsed onto the sofa for a Marathon of Christmas Films. Mary was, as usual, excited and the copious amounts of chocolate and candy she was shovelling down werenāt helping either, but what the hell, it was Christmas after all.
"You ok?" Frank glanced at Fliss as she sat on the other side of the couch. Love Actually was playing, the final film of the evening before Mary went to bed. Fliss, however didn't look like she was paying attention. "Huh?" She looked at him, blinking. "I said are you ok? You look like you were miles away"
āYeah, sorry, I was errrā¦just running through things in my head, making sure nothing was forgotten.ā Frank smiled. They were hosting Verity and Bill tomorrow as Steven and his family were at his wifeās parents for this year, flying out instead of the 28thĀ to spend New Yearās with them all. Fliss had asked Frank if they could host, as sheād never had the chance to do that before and of course he had agreed, not least because of the excited look on her face when she had asked.
āThe table is set, food and everything is ready to goā¦ā he chuckled, looking at her āJust relaxā¦ā
He reached round Mary, his hand gently rubbing at Flissā back and she smiled at him, turning her attention to the TV.
20 minutes or so later the film finished and Mary jumped up, grabbing Frankās hand to make him dance to God Only Knows as the final closing scenes played out. He smiled and picked her up, resting her on his hip as he twirled her round to the song, the pair of them laughing before he eventually dropped her down and told her it was bed time. She scooted off, Fred trotting behind her, his tail swishing as she skipped and Frank headed in about 5 minutes later to tuck her in, before he came back to the living room.
āShe wants you to go and say goodnight.ā he smiled,
Fliss nodded and stood up.
āYou sure youāre ok?ā Frank asked.
āYeah, honestly, Iām just tired.ā she assured him. Giving him a kiss she headed up the hall and Frank watched her go before he smiled to himself, and set about quickly putting the last touches to his plan.
She came back about 10 minutes later and he smiled at her as she walked into the room.
āOK, now sheās out of the wayā¦I got something for you...ā Frank smiled.
Fliss looked at him before she shook her head, chuckling a little āI got something for you tooā¦Frank, I have-ā āMe first.ā Frank cut her off.
She looked at him for a second, his bright blue eyes were shining as he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.
āFineā¦ā she smiled, āOk, you first.ā He grinned and then folded his arms āYou gotta find it.ā āWhat?ā
āItās hidden, on the tree, and you gotta find it.ā Her face lit up as she gave a laugh āYou are such a dork!ā āYeah, I knowā¦ā Narrowing her eyes playfully she moved to the tree, glancing at it. āOk so itās not very big then, seeing as I canāt see it straight away.ā Frank shrugged as she continued her search.
āI havenāt put it high up, seeing as youāre a short assā¦ā āIām perfectly average for a woman thank you.ā āTrust me baby girl, nothing about you is average.ā he winked and she let out a snort.
āCharmer.ā she grinned, turning back to the tree.
āOk, youāre miles offā¦ā he said, and she moved to her right āGettinā warmerā¦warmerā¦ok, yep, nearly thereā¦ā Fliss continued to search, and then something caught her eye. There was something shiny handing from the nose of her Doe ornament. She stepped forward slightly, and when she realised what it was her right hand flew to her mouth. Frankās breath caught in his throat as she spun to face him, her eyes wide.
"You, me and Mary have been hanging out together since August last year now...ā he said, clearing his throat slightly āHow do you feel about hanging with us forever?" He watched, holding his breath as Fliss' chest heaved with emotion as she looked at him, those brown eyes he could happily stare at all day were full of tears, the hand which had flown to her mouth in surprise was now shaking as it slid to the spot beneath her throat, that dip in her neck that he could nuzzle at forever. "I'll hang with you for as long as you'll have me..." she whispered, taking a deep breath. "Is that a yes?" Frank inhaled sharply and a watery laugh burst through her tears. "Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes!" Frank's face split into a huge grin "shit..." he sputtered before she threw herself into his arms and he lifted her up easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her close, kissing her neck. She pulled back and placed a kiss to his lips, long and short pecks being shared as she laughed and he laughed, the pair of them simply lost in the moment until eventually he set her down and with a shaking hand he reached out to retrieve the ring from where it was hanging. Taking her left hand in his, with a deep breath he slipped the diamond onto her finger.
Fliss looked at it, admiring the way the delicate band sat underneath her knuckle, the beautiful diamond twinkling in the lights of the tree.

"Oh Frankie...itās gorgeous..." she whispered, before she looked at him, taking his face in both his hands and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." He smiled, kissing her again before he pulled away, his hands linking behind her back.Ā
"I err, got us some champagne." He smiled, "I know it was presumptive of me but figured we could have it tomorrow if you turned me down." Fliss looked up at him, blinking before she took a deep breath āFirst I need to get youā¦just wait hereā¦ā He released her from his hold and she turned and headed out of the room, Frank watched her go, blinking for a moment before he shrugged and headed to the fridge, the smile still plastered on his face. She said yes!Ā
Not that he had doubted she would, not really, but there had always been that little bit of fright she may have done. But that was all gone now. As he popped the cork on the bottle he found himself thinking about how he would be doing that soon enough on his wedding day. He poured 2 glassed and headed into the living room with them wondering if maybe a late Autumn wedding next year would be nice, October perhaps when it started to cool off slightly. They could do the beach wedding she always wanted, hire a marquee... Lost in his thoughts completely he jumped a little when Fliss spoke his name and turned to look at her as she stood in front of him, the back of his thighs brushing against the sofa slightly. He noticed her hand was in her pocket, clutching something. Playfully he nodded towards it āI assume thatās not a spanner." He chuckled, referencing the joke they often shared and Fliss shook her head, biting her lip. "No itās a bit bigger than that" With a shaky hand she pulled out a small, white stick of plastic and held it towards him. It took Frank a moment to understand what it was and as soon as he did his eyes widened and he looked at her, then it, then back again.
"You're...we're...no!." he stuttered, reaching out to take it from her. "I found out this morning." Fliss whispered, watching his reaction carefully "I suspected last week but thought it might all be down to stress and stuff but..." "How, I mean..." "I should have started a new pill packet when we went to Boston but I forgot to take it with me. I thought I'd be ok if I started as soon as I got back but..." "There's a baby in there?" Frank cut her off as he stumbled over his words, nodding to her stomach "Yeah" Fliss nodded. "You put it there." Frank's legs grew shaky and he dropped onto the sofa, staring down at the test in his hands.
2 blue lines.Ā 2 blue lines that had just changed his world forever. "I'm sorry, I know this is sudden and I should have been more careful..." Fliss took a tentative step towards him and he reached out, his hands on either side of her hips, gently pulling her t-shirt up. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly, his forehead resting just above her navel. "I'm gonna be a dad." he pulled back, his eyes watering. "Frankie, you already are." Fliss said, her own tears once more springing forth. "I know you hate it when I say that about Mary but it's true." He looked at her, a dazed smile split his face into two as he pulled her onto his lap, where she straddled him, and he kissed her, hard, leaving her slightly breathless before he rest his forehead against hers. "Fuck, Lissy." he whispered, his eyes closed "You're cooking a little person..." She spluttered a laugh, nodding, her forehead brushing his as she did. "Was it made in Boston...is that the right word?" He pulled back to look at her and she laughed, brushing her hand through his fluffy hair as his gently reached out to rest against her stomach. "Yeah and most likely." "It's a little Boston Bean" he grinned and she laughed again, pressing her lips to his. "You're ok with it then? I know it's probably not what you would have planned but..." "Ok? Of course I'm ok!" He smiled "I love you and the thought of us making a little person that's half me, half you...fuck, it's amazing." She smiled and nodded, her voice a whisper "I know..."
"There is one problem." Franks said, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "What?" "You just ruined Christmas forever...because nothing is ever gonna live up to this ever again."
****** Fliss, Frank and Maryās adventure continues in RIDING ON
#riding high#frank adler#frank adler x ofc#frank adler x original female character#gifted#gifted fan fic#chris evans#chris evans characters
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Star-Crossed Universe
A/N: Yes!!! IāM BACK!!! This project has been on the back burner for so long and its finally time to upload it on here. Iām not sure what you all will think but hey...itās fan fiction and everything and anything goes.
Warnings: Language, Humor (bad and good jokes), Sexual Conversations, and an ultimate Team-Up.
Plot: When Y/N is thrown into a mission way out of her league, she, and magician best friend Zatanna must stop strong demonic forces from entering earth through an unknown portal that John Constantine may have opened. With the assistance from the Dark Knight himself, a mysterious 1967 black Impala arrives in Gotham just when things start to go to hell. But who called the Winchesters? Why is there a clairvoyant bond between Y/N and Dean Winchester? And why does Castiel, an angel of the Lord, believe John Constantine isnāt who he says he is? And will Dean wear the Batsuit?
Move over Scooby-Natural because itās Batmanās turn! The Winchesters join Batman and Y/N (You!) in taking down a villain who isnāt an everyday monster for Supernatural!
Please enjoy and comment! If you want a Part 2, please let me know.
Ā Ā Part 1
Ā I donāt remember a time where tears felt like my own. Of course, it doesnāt help that Iām standing on the ledge when Gotham is down pouring like it always does at night. It shouldnāt be a surprise, really. Gotham is the only city in the US of A that is dark, depressing, manic, and suicidal.
Ā Even Superman refuses to stay here for more than a day.
Ā Iām not any better. The only reason why Iām literally dangling my feet over the edge is because Iām numb.
Ā Numb to feelings.
Numb to pain.
Numb to life.
Ā Bottom line is breakups fucking suck period. Especially if your ex-boyfriend is Bruce Wayne.
Ā And Batman.
Ā I donāt know why I put myself through this. The bitter pain of having to work with someone you love but to know theyāll never love you as much. Maybe this is why I should have never worked with Bruce.
Ā Dick left first and has successfully made a name for himself, Nightwing, in Bludhaven.
Ā Jason comes and goes throughout the months and has his own team of misfits who do good but cause chaos as well.
Ā Even Tim and Damian are working together. Theyāre training and leading the Titans. The last I heard from them is that theyāre doing just fine.
Ā Except me.
Ā Who am I kidding? I canāt compare myself to Bruceās kids even though Iām closer to Dickās age than Bruceās.
Ā Maybe thatās why it didnāt work out between us. Bruce is almost my fatherās age, late forties early fifties. And heās still sexy as fuck; stronger than ever.
Ā And here I am in my early thirties, expecting more than just a wordless promise of something more than casual sex and the uncertainty of the future.
Ā After three months ago, Iām trying desperately hard to not care anymore. The only constant thing in my life is being Night Bat, and Iāll die with only that part of me.
Ā Death.
Ā The one place where everything and nothing hurts anymore.
Ā āY/N.ā
Ā My head jerks to the right side where Zatanna is standing. With her hands on her hips, I can see her blue eyes blinking sadness and guilt. For a beautiful woman like Z, her broken expression is almost tragic enough to make me cry like her.
Ā If my own tears were my own. Maybe my tears are Gothamās.
Ā āItās Etrigan. Heās...ā Zatanna chokes on her words. She literally holds her neck and tries to stop sobbing. āHeās dead.ā
Ā I can feel my eyebrows raise as confusion and disbelief crash over me.
Ā āDead?ā I repeat. I canāt even believe that word is coming from my mouth. Etrigan is tough. Etrigan is a shithead. Etrigan cannot be dead. āHow?ā
Ā Zatanna shrugs her shoulders as her lips quiver. Seeing her broken up makes me feel like an asshole for not comforting her. So, I stand up and go over to her. Taking her by surprise, I hug her tightly.
Ā Sheās my best friend. My sister. My partner in crime whenever we get into bad shit. (Sometimes...maybe).
Ā After Zatanna hugs me, she takes a step back and wipes her tears with her gloved hand.
Ā āHe-he was stabbed. I... I donāt know by what but he bled and he was never one to really bleed, you know? I checked everything out and heās dead. Heās really gone. But it was...a very fucking strange thing. Really,ā Zatanna rambles on anxiously. Whenever she cusses, I know sheās angry and stressed out. āWhatever killed him, itās not from around here. What I sensed near him, itās not human. Itās not magical. Itās not even Kryptonian or extraterrestrial.ā
Ā I swallow hard. āWhat do you think it is then?ā
Ā āDemonic.ā
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Ā āHave you contacted John?ā I ask. My voice is rough and breathless. Iām busy shoving as much weapons as I can in my backpack, along with a few clothes and a book from Alfred about demonology. He said it was a gift from Constantine himself.
Ā I stare down at my long, silver triple-edged dagger that I found on one of my solo missions in Kansas when Bruce was fighting
Ā āNot in... six months.ā
Ā The guilt in her voice makes me turn to glance at her. āSeriously?ā
Ā I glance down at my black pants and boots to make sure Iām appropriately and comfortably dressed for tonight. I slip on a red and black checkered flannel over my form fitting black tank top. Ā After rolling up the sleeves to my elbows, I put on my black leather jacket and turn to face Zatanna.
Ā āWhat, am I supposed to keep in touch with my ex-boyfriend? I thought ex-boyfriends were meant to stay ex-boyfriends, not friends. And besides, you keep in touch with Bruce,ā Zatanna responds smugly.
Ā āHeās...a co-worker...thatās-thats different.ā
Ā āBullshit,ā Z laughs.
Ā I roll my eyes. āWhatever. I need a drink before we start...ā I say, waving my hand up dramatically. āWhatever this is. I think a stop at Luckyās is what we need.ā
Ā āA trip to the bar is what YOU need,ā Zatanna replies.
Ā She follows me out of my apartment until we stop in the parking lot where my motorcycle is parked. I donāt see her standing behind me with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised, as I take a seat on my bike and set myself up to ride.
Ā āWhat?ā I ask, genuinely confused.
Ā āI could just you know...poof is there.ā
Ā āYeah, you could like you always do, but I need to ride my baby right now. Itās like, therapy for the low self-esteem, loner, rebels,ā I say.
Ā To my surprise, Zatanna nods her head and gives me a small smile. Iām grateful she understands how much riding my motorcycle makes me happy. Makes me breathe. Makes me feel alive.
Ā āIāll see you there, Y/N/N.ā
Ā āSee ya, Z.ā
Ā And with that, Zatanna poofs for real. Her magic still surprises me. Whenever I see her perform her spells and tricks, I feel like Iām reliving magic shows I saw as a kid that I used to believe were real and powerful.
Ā But to know what Zatanna does is real is still unbelievable sometimes.
Ā And to think we have been best friends for five years now...amazing how time flies by Iām between laughs and heartbreaks.
Ā Revving my bike, I waste no time speeding out of the parking garage and into the streets of Gotham. The rain and wind in my hair sends me chills, as the lights and buildings pass me by so fast that I feel like everything I see is a blur; almost like in a dream-like state.
Ā Luckyās is just a small country rustic bar outside of Gotham. City people usually donāt go there as the place is purely meant for drifters and stranded loners. I happen to love the bar. If Iām ever feeling down or angry, I always drop by to get drunk or frisky if Iām ever in the mood. Bruce was always disappointed in me for that. He always used to say Iām better than that and I shouldnāt put myself down.
Ā I sometimes think heād want to say Iām easy, but Bruce is just so complicated sometimes. He can either be a total asshole or be the gentle sweetheart he is. You never know which side youād see sometimes.
Ā Almost like Two-Face.
Ā Swerving into the mud to park alongside trucks and other bikes, I climb off my motorcycle and glance around the dirt lot. I recognize a few vehicles parked already. A new black Escalade parked closer to the bar is different and catches my attention rather quickly. Ā
Ā I pull my hair back into a ponytail and start my way over to the expensive ass vehicle when suddenly a black car speeds right pass me and parks right next to my bike, sending mud flying to my pants and on my bike! Rage suddenly takes over me. I can feel my blood boil and my jaw clench as several curse words come to mind. I twist around and instead make my way to that motherfuckerās car.
Ā A black 1967 Impala? What a fucking joke.
Ā As if this motherfucker owns this American classic. This self-righteous, prick probably stole it from some old fool or maybe his own old man.
Ā Iām ready to break this douchebagās face. Knock all his teeth out and break his cock into twoā¦maybe three pieces.
Ā I finally reach the driverās door and quickly open it; door swinging back. This must piss off the man a lot, but I donāt care right now.
āLook, you motherfucker! You think you can just drive like a bat out of hell and get fucking mud on MY baby?! Ā Get out of this fucking car so I can break you apart with my bare hands!ā I yell angrily and loudly.
The man climbs out of his car, but my anger suddenly vanishes. What the hell?
Holy fucking shitā¦this man isā¦hot.
Standing at 6ā1, this man is almost intimidating. With short brown hair, tan skin, hypnotizing green eyes, and freckles splattered over his nose and cheeks, heās fucking adorableā¦and sexy. I canāt help but stare up at him.
He smirks down at me. Underneath his dark jacket, heās wearing a flannel shirt and black Henley, where I can already see his strong chest, muscled arms, and soft tummy.
āLooks like sweetheart likes what she sees, Sammy. Iād say we made the right choice for coming out to Gotham,ā the man speaks smugly. His voice is deep and husky, more addicting than any liquor inside the bar.
Another man comes over to us from around from the car. This man, Iām assuming his Sammy, is FUCKING TALLER than the hot one in front of me!
Sammy chuckles lightly at me. Pushing his longer brown hair from his face, he quickly reaches out to shake my hand.
āHi, Iām Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean.ā
The second those words leave his mouth; we hear someone quickly approaching us. Zatanna. And from the looks of theirs, theyāre shocked and surprised to see my friend in her usual, sexy magician number.
Zatanna smiles, nonetheless. āWell, if it isnāt the Winchesters. Weāve been expecting you.ā
#dc comics#batman#supernatural#bruce wayne#dean winchester#sam winchester#zatanna#batman x y/n#dean winchester x y/n
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Most to least likely out of yandere nct to be a soft yandere
LMAOOOO Iām laughing because āsoft yandereā is sort of a contradicting phrase HA but yeah hereās my list of most to least likely to be a soft/calm yandere in 127.
TW: mentions of violent habits and behavior, possession, manipulation, obsession.
This writing is just fan fiction, it is false and in no way represents the artists mentioned. The boys are definitely not Yandere. Also, please understand that this kind of behavior is inexcusable and I am not romanticizing it.
1. Jungwoo- I donāt think that boy could harm a fly tbh heās so SO sweet, heāll give others time to move out of his way but if it comes down to it, Iām sure heāll hurt anyone that doesnāt get the memo after heās given them a few chances. Other than that, heāll be the sweetest boy for youš
2. Mark- I donāt really see Mark as the threatening type, like Jwoo I think heāll give any potential threats some time to get out his way but would probably initiate quick violent practices if they take too long or realllyyy piss him off. Mark will appear in places with flowers for you every time..even when you didnāt tell him where you are..but heāll just smile and give those big round eyes..that is, until you deny him
3. Taeyong- surprising right? But when it comes down to it, Taeyong is unbelievably soft and kind, he wonāt want to be violent unless he absolutely feels the need to. Heāll send subtle threats online or blackmail someone but I really do not think he had it in him to be crazy violent. Yandere!Taeyong is someone that wants to just love and be loved. Or to obsess and be obsessed over
4. Doyoung- he gives me that ācannot be botheredā energy so I think he will also hold back as long as he can, heāll focus on ālovingā the one he has set his eyes on by giving them everything, if distance is created by that person, he may be okay for a while but soon enough heād do anything to get them back.
5. Winwin- *sigh* a quiet killer..you donāt see him coming, snaps a bit quicker than the others listed above. The minute he feels you slipping out of his grasp, heāll find a way to remind you that heās the only one you can love. for him, I think heāll do this by cooking a lot for you, cleaning and just being there whether or not you need him to be, you wonāt get away from this oneš„°
6. Taeil- ok now welcome to crazy town! Taeil does everything for you, seduces you with his voice and keeps you there. Taeil is just a bit more aggressive with his approach..has your familyās location and ready to find if he needs to blackmail you when you slip just a bit too far away for his liking.
7. Haechan- another man that I think uses his charming skills and voice to lure you in like a siren. Wonāt hesitate to destroy anything you love if you ever threaten to leave him. Oh your friend just painted something for you? Oh, look at that, how did it suddenly get slashed in two?
8. Yuta- I mean..(my reasoning for wherever I put Yuta in these lists is always āHEāS A SCORPIOā) but itās TRUE THEYRE unforgiving!! Heāll give you the best love youāve ever had, just say his name and heās there, tell him what you want, when you want it and how you want it, heāll give it to you no questions asked, but what should happen if you look at anyone else, if you spend time with anyone else? Baby, get your black outfit together because youāre headed to a funeral!
9. Johnny- I put yandere!johnny here because I just feel like heās..scary. Heās scary because heās SO sweet like we all know that Johnny is a big teddy bear which makes him completely unpredictable. Your tires could be slashed but Johnny walks in with keys to a brand new car. He could bake a cake for your friend and your friend would eat it because itās Johnny, the soft giant, but your friend is completely unaware that one of the ingredients used was rat poison.š¤Ŗ
10. Jaehyun- another one that is unpredictable. Heās got these deep ass dimples and such a trusting smile. Will give you the world just so he can crush it when he wants to. He can have anyone but he has to have you. Why? No one knows but if you ever..stray too far from him, heāll make sure you turn up missing. The worst part? No one would dare to suspect him, because heās Jaehyun! The perfect man that is soft and sweet to everyone, he couldnāt possibly do such a thing..or could heš?
#ask#krys#nct yandere#nct 127 au#nct 127 fanfic#nct fanfic#nct 127 yandere#nct imagines#nct reaction#nct request#nct reactions#nct imagine#nct scenarios#nct scenario#nct gifs#haechan#taeyong#doyoung#mark#johnny#yuta#jaehyun#jungwoo#taeil#winwin#kpop yandere#yandere au#nct yandere au
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Championās Heart - Chap 1
Here is a hot little Voltron fiction where Lotor has discovered a certain Black Paladin out in space and is determined to break him in no matter the cost.Ā Original work:Ā https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13614250/1/
Lotor scowled ever so slightly at the stars outside his window. The open region of space was a reminder of what separated him from his goals. He had managed to capture one of the strongest in the universe, not just one of the ones who had nearly killed his father and crippled his empire, but the leader himself! The Black Paladin, the captain of the pitiful paladins that had thwarted the realm at every turn for nearly a year.
They had found him floating in space miles from the battle that had rendered his father comatose and brought him to their testing facility. There was something about the Black Paladin that enticed Lotor immensely. The amount of work they had put into his arm and the conditioning they had once tried to instill in him was incomplete! His warrior's heart had been fighting off their suggestions and their control and freeing him of it. Pouring over the research of the witch, he had found the cause. Although the alchemy they had performed on the man from the planet Terra Gaia was unbelievably powerful, the one component that was required to make it everlasting was for the Paladin to break - to shatter - Ā and give his consent. Something the witch had never managed to do, which was why he was going to do so!
Smirking, he stepped into the cell once more, his eyes lighting up with glee as he watched the dual haired man thrash in his bonds, his eyes open and unseeing, the Champion lost in the visions he was showing him. Lotor loved the cries of that one name!!! The Paladin of Red and fire would be his key! It was why Lotor had already sent out "leaked" footage of the Black Paladin in his torture. Lotor had set the bait, and now he just needed the little kitten to come and fall into his trap!
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"Shiro! Shiro!?" Keith's voice rang out through the cold halls of the Galra battleship. There was no point in trying to be quiet now. Any benefit the element of surprise might have offered had been lost when the black-haired Paladin had run across the sentry guards moments before. He had to find Shiro, and it had to be quick. He could already hear the footsteps of the back up coming his way.
The Paladin of the Red Lion didn't want to admit it to himself, but this was when he was starting to regret coming here alone. Of course, he had come by himself. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. A quick in and out to get Shiro with none the wiser. One person would have an easier time infiltrating than four. At least that was the plan at the time. Now though, he wished the others were there to back him up.
Keith frowned as he readied his Bayard. The footsteps were getting closer. "Shiro!" He tried again, hoping the older Paladin could hear him and would be able to reply. That's when the guards showed up, and the Red Paladin had to move. Keith's sword sunk into the closest of the guards as he spun around and jumped to kick another away from him.
"Damnit!" There were more of them than he had expected. Way more. Perhaps too many. But of course, he refused to give up. He'd never give up. He had to find Shiro! He had to get Shiro out of there, away from the bastards torturing him. Unfortunately, even his relentless attacks couldn't keep up with the sheer amount of the guards coming at him. There were just too many.
The black-haired Paladin cried out when one of them managed to get in a hit that sent him flying. His back hit the wall hard, followed by his skull smacking into the smooth surface. It was enough to stun him as he dropped to the floor, losing his hold on his weapon and, for a moment, unable to move. A moment that they used to rush him and overpower him. For that moment, the Red Paladin couldn't help but think it was almost as if they had been ready for him. But that couldn't be possible, could it? Had Pidge been right? Had this been a trap? No... no... fuck! "NO!" He tried. He fought hard, but there was nothing he could do but struggle helplessly as the guards dragged him off.
"Let go of me! Get the fuck off me!" Keith hissed as he struggled against the hold the guards had on him, trying to pull his arms free of their grasp, trying to kick them. He just needed one of them to lose their footing, and he could fight free. He could punch the other one.
But there was no such luck. The Galra seemed to be ready for any move Keith made, and it was frustrating, only making the Red paladin curse louder and more viciously. Never had anything pissed him off like this situation. Keith felt so stupid as his mind began to badger him. He should have waited. But he couldn't have. Not knowing Shiro was there and hurt. He couldn't just sit back and wait for Pidge to check on the footage for them to form a plan. Keith HAD to go. He'd just had to. They finally knew where Shiro was, and they knew he was being hurt. How could anyone let that go on?
But now he, too, found himself stuck. The dark-haired male was bruised and hurt from his battle. He was tiring out quickly but, still, he refused to give in. To give up. That was until he saw where the guards were dragging him.
The moment they entered that room, those dark eyes grew wide. "Shiro!" Keith gasped, seeing their fearless leader strapped down like that. Helpless. Hurt. No one would know how seeing Shiro like that broke his heart.
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Shiro jerked from the confines of the visions. " KEITHHHHH!!" His voice was ragged from the scream of pain and fear, though not a concern for himself. Shiro had long since given up fearing for himself! The emotion was for the fiery black haired Paladin.
Lotor had made his intentions all too clear throughout his tortures here. He had even mocked Shiro as soon as he had sent out the footage of one of his more vicious sessions with the prince.
"Oh, imagine weak Keith's breaking heart as he sees you here, screaming and thrashing," he had mocked.
Shiro cringed as he felt those all too familiar fingers curling into his short black hair and pulling his head up to meet that gleeful yellow gaze. Shiro could almost hear the moment his heart stopped beating, and his breath left him as if he had been punched. Lotor was happy!!! Far too happy!! Oh god, what had he done? Had he given in without meaning to? His mind scrambled back over everything. No!!! It had been like always⦠images upon images of Keith thrashing and screaming in pain, moaning in forced pleasure... god... the memory made his aching rod throb all the more.
"Shiro!!!"
It was then that he heard it... and Shiro felt his soul die a little as he listened to that voice, that voice he had heard so many times⦠but now⦠now it was all too real. Shiro could hear it echoing off the walls in the hall... and he could see from that sick glee that it was not a vision! Keith, brave, foolish, innocent Keith had come for him... had arrived and was about to be captured because of him!
"Don't... god don't..." Shiro groaned weakly, tears welling up in his eyes as he saw that grin twist into something so sinister and evil he felt bile rising in his throat.
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As the door opened, Shiro grimaced as that hand in his hair tightened, and his face was twisted towards the door, his eyes going huge as he saw Keith in amongst the guards. "Gods... Ke..ith... you shouldn't... be here!" he gasped, shaking his head only to groan as his hair was pulled so hard some of the locks ripped from his scalp.
Keith frowned, hearing Shiro and was, for a moment, angry. "What the fuck do you mean? How could I no..." The Red Paladin had more to growl but was cut off hearing Lotor.
"Now, Champion!!! You should be thanking young Keith!!! Ā After all, he came here for you," Lotor purred, leaning in to run his claw-like nails over Shiro's sweat-soaked cheek. Resting his chin on his arm and looking at Keith, his gaze was mocking and oh so happy. "You have no idea how much he has wanted to see you, Paladin!!!" he mocked.
Keith didn't want that bastard agreeing with him! His dark eyes seemed to darken more with anger at the way the Galra prince was treating Shiro. "Get your hands off him! Don't touch him!" He hissed for a moment, seeming to forget that he was captured now too. Maybe he hadn't quite accepted that he was caught yet? He was still struggling to break free so he could kick their asses.
Carelessly dropping Shiro's hair, Lotor stepped around the table to approach Keith. Catching his jaw with one steady hand, he tilted his head this way and that to scrutinize him. The Red Paladin glared at Lotor when the other stepped towards him, trying to jerk free as he wanted nothing more than to beat that smirk off his face. Apparently, the prince thought they had lost, that he had them right where he wanted them. Keith refused to let that be the case. He wouldn't give up and allow this guy to win! The fingers catching Keith's jaw surprised him, though. Lotor's grip was stronger than he had expected and the Paladin winced when his head was pulled like that despite all attempts to stop it.
āHe's prettier than in your thoughts, Champion!!! I wonder if he'll look even better than you imagined him!!" he mocked the other, smirking as Shiro struggled violently against his bonds. "Oh please, when has that ever worked in this situation!!! Just sit back and enjoy the show! Know that it is a hundred percent real this time!"
"Get off me!" Keith hissed, but those words coming from Lotor surprised him, put him on edge. He glared at the purple-skinned male to hide it, but it made him nervous. Why was he calling him pretty!? What kind of thing was that for their enemy to say?
"Stop it, Lotor!!! Get your filthy hands off him! Don't you hurt him!!" Shiro yelled
Keith couldn't help the glance towards Shiro's struggling form. Something wasn't right here. It sounded like Lotor had expected him to come like he had been waiting for him. But why? Any one of them could be tortured to get whatever they wanted from Shiro, so why were they talking about him as if he was special. No! He refused to let the uncertainty take over and make him uneasy. That glare soon came back to the male in front of him.
"Oh, how delicious!!! You think you have a say in this, do you, little kitten?" Lotor laughed as he leaned in and ran his tongue across Keith's jaw and up to his ear, nipping at the curve of it and then whispering into it loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
Keith's glare darkened. What was this little kitten business? Like he was some small pet? He didn't get a chance to ponder it for long, though. The sensation of that wet warm tongue against his skin, making the Red Paladin jerk. He'd try to pull his head away, bucking violently in his attempts at escape. "What the fuck!?" The black-haired youth had to bite his lip to keep the yelp from escaping. To avoid showing that that had both startled and disgusted him. Why was the Galra prince licking him!?
"You have no say, Paladin!!! Your body and soul belong to me now! Mine to bend, mine to break!!!" he reached up and began to strip the black-haired male of his armour, taking devious pleasure as each article of it was removed.
The words at his ear made those dark eyes grow wide. A touch of fear showing through that hard faƧade he always put up, something that seemed to grow at that first pull at his armour. "What are you... fuck... let go! Let go of me!" Keith growled as he tried to kick the price. Only for a dominant hand to grab his leg and pull it aside. Another attempt at his other leg ended up in the same position leaving him even more helpless and exposed than before. A deep flush covered the Red Paladin's cheeks, the only thing revealing his embarrassment at being left bare and vulnerable like this. His glare was darker than ever, and he was trembling... in rage... or growing fear?
"Stop it!!! Get the hell off of him, Lotor!! You sick fuck!" Shiro cried out, bucking and thrashing so violently the metal of his bands began to creak and groan while still holding steady. This wasn't happening!! This couldn't be happening! Not to Keith! The kid was just that... he was a kid! He might be a Paladin, a warrior of Voltron, but there was no way he could ever be prepared for something like this! There was no reason he should ever have had to be.
"The things I will do to you will make what we have done to your captain look like a declaration of my undying love!!! And the best part? He is going to watch every moment of it..." he purred, leaning in now to catch his chin again and force his lips against Keith's. Not daring quite yet to press his tongue past his lips, he did, however, take a long moment to kiss him and tease his lips with his tongue.
Before Keith had a chance to yell at Lotor, he felt that hand on his chin again and tried to jerk away... only for a muffled yell to escape against the prince's lips. The kiss made more of that fear show through, that front crumbling a little bit more. Why the fuck was the prince kissing him!? Why was he naked!? This was not like any torture he had expected. It left him unsure. This was new, and he didn't like it. No. He wasn't prepared for this.
"Take me instead!!! Leave him alone!" His voice was loud, and he was feeling more and more as if he was going to vomit.
"Hmmm, I will, unfortunately, have to refuse. You see, you're not really to my taste!" Lotor sneered and glanced around before smirking darkly as he gestured for his men to drag Keith towards Shiro's bound form.
For a moment, the red Paladin was stunned... unable to react. Then he jerked, trying to bite at those lips against his own. But he had moved too late. Now being dragged towards Shiro, the naked Paladin tried to struggle again, helplessly kicking at his captors, but now he had another worry. Trying to keep his legs together to maintain some sense of dignity. His pride was hurt. Not just being captured so easily but being stripped naked and kissed? He didn't like where this was going. Starting to feel lost and confused, Keith looked up at Shiro as he was in front of him. Hoping to see some sort of plan forming. Hoping to find a way out of this. Anything to strengthen his weakening barrier.
āHmmm, delicious!!! You taste amazing, little Paladin," Lotor purred, his smirk growing wider as he saw that flush and the growing fear building in the black-haired man's eyes. Ā Lotor loved it, and it made him want to see more, to push Keith until he couldn't keep up that pitiful front any longer. Running his hands over his hips and up along his sides, he licked his lips and grinned deviously at him.
"I can see what you see in him, Champion!!! He's far more beautiful than I imagined!! And when you wash away that sour glare and add a dash of fear to it⦠hmmm simply delicious!" he purred, laughing as he spotted Shiro jerking and thrashing. Hearing the two-tone haired man, he laughed. āAnd best of all? You are powerless to save him!" he jeered, resting his chin on Keith's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around the smaller male's delicate frame and pressed himself against him, grinding his now growing erection against Keith's ass and moaning in delight as he pressed himself against those pearly white globes. Nipping and suckling along his ear, he kept his eyes trained on Shiro, loving the sheer anguish and agony etched so clearly on Shiro's face.
Keith frowned as he took several deep breaths, trying to keep himself under control, trying to tell himself that it was okay. He'd find a way out of this. Find a way to beat that smirk off Lotor's face and maybe break his fingers for touching him and hurting Shiro. He was trying to find that space where he could focus, where he could figure out what to do. The hands running over his body startled him and he jerked again trying to kick and struggle free. "Get... OFF... Me!" the Red Paladin hissed, trying not to let those words scare him. Lotor was messing with them. That had to be it. With everything he knew about the Galra, it couldn't be possible that the prince really wanted to do this to him. Right? Still, Keith grew tense, feeling those arms wrap around him, pressing that body against his own naked one. He felt small in that grip and it was a feeling he didn't like.
The dark-haired male couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the attention at his ear even as he tried to jerk his hips away from that... holy shit! Was that an erection pressed against his butt!? "Get off! GET OFF ME! Let me go!"
"Get your.. hands off of him!" Shiro growled dangerously. He had never made that sound before... he had never felt such unabashed rage and bloodlust! Shiro wanted to watch the life drain out of Lotor's eyes as he strangled the life out of him. He desired to see this bastard burn for daring to touch Keith this way⦠for threatening to hurt him in such a way!
It was getting harder for Keith to fight down that rising panic. This was NOT how his first time was supposed to be! Not like this. Not with Prince Lotor. Not with Shiro watching! Shiroā¦! The next glance towards the Black Paladin was one Keith instantly regretted. The look on the white and black haired maleās face only made his own fear rise more. The words mirrored his own, giving him no comfort that this would be alright. For a moment, the Red Paladin froze. This was not happening. It couldn't be happening.
Lotor chuckled deeply into Keith's ear, hearing him. That faint shrill of panic was now audible in the Red Paladin's voice and it only made him all the hotter. "Ooh, such a beautiful sound! That sound of terror!!" he purred and taunted more.
"Breathe Keith!!! Breathe⦠it's going to be fine! You're going to be okay!" Shiro said, breathing heavily through his nose His eyes were locked on Keith's, trying desperately to help ease the other. He could see just how close to falling apart Keith was coming and he couldn't let that happen. Not to Keith!!!
Keith looked to Shiro. He hated relying on others, but if there were one person, he would depend on... It was Shiro. He could lean on Shiro's strength just as Shiro could lean on his. So he took a deep breath. It would be okay. It had to!
"That's right, Keith⦠just relax... just⦠breathe!" Shiro sighed, nodding along as he kept his eyes locked on Keith's. He flinched and cried out alongside him, hearing that choked gasp. His eyes were burning with horror and fear for Keith. Oh, what he would give anything in the world to prevent!
āNow, now... do not lie to young Keith! How will it ever be okay again?" the prince asked before shoving two of his fingers into Keith's mouth, running them over his tongue and deep into his mouth.
The Red Paladin's lips parted, to protest, to tell Lotor to shut the fuck up and let him go, to release both of them. But no words were able to come out. Instead, a shocked gasp escaped as those fingers were shoved into his mouth, surprising him enough to make Keith try to jerk away and fall back into the prince standing behind him. Those dark eyes were squeezed tightly shut at the sudden discomfort of the fingers being shoved so deep in his mouth, and he tried to turn his head away to dislodge them.
"Hmmm, such a hot little mouth you have, Paladin!!! I'll enjoy getting to break it in just like the rest of you, but first..." he let Keith twist his head away, slipping his fingers out of his mouth before reaching down to run his fingers across his lower back and down between their bodies. Teasing over his ass and then delving between his cheeks, teasing around that puckered hole before finally slamming his fingers inside knuckle deep.
When those fingers slipped from his mouth, Keith took in a breath and coughed. Wincing, his whole body seemed to protest the invasion he had felt just from that. He felt violated and abused and that was only from fingers in his mouth! But this was being forced on him. That was why he was fighting it like that. It was either that or breaking, and he really didn't want to give Prince Lotor the pleasure of seeing him breaking. Not while he could fight it.
Seeing Lotor reaching for Keith's puckered hole, Shiro felt bile building inside of his throat once again as pure terror filled him. God.. no... no, this wasn't really happening! But it was!! This was real! This was really Keith before him, and it was Keith who was about to be raped by their enemy. It took every fibre of his being not to vomit right then and there as he struggled.
The feeling of the fingers running down his body made the Red Paladin grow tense, a natural reaction for someone like him. He was a fighter... a warrior. Keith wasn't going to just let someone do this to him. Especially not the enemy! He was going to fight it. He would try to keep him out, shut him out⦠something!
"God, you're so tight!!! You're not... oh my god, are you actually a virgin? How is a pretty thing Ā like you a virgin?" Lotor laughed, feeling the way Keith's body clamped down around his fingers.
Keith screamed when those fingers rammed into him, breaking through all the barriers he tried to put up. His body jerked helplessly in the guardsā hold as his eyes grew wide and he tried to escape the pain those invading fingers brought him. Those words brought a look of anguish to his face even more potent than what the pain had caused. Those dark eyes locked on Shiro, horror showing through now. Not only was he being violated, and apparently about to be raped, but Shiro saw this. Keith was horrified at this reveal, the fact that Shiro was right there in front of him watching it all, and there was nothing he could do to hide it.
Shiro met Keith's eyes, his own shout leaving him as Keith screamed like that. God... how he wished he could spare Keith this pain. Shiro could see the horror and the fear in those dark eyes, and the Black Paladin felt his breath coming in heaving gasps now as Shiro shook his head. He wanted to take away this pain and spare Keith, but he knew he couldn't.
Keith tried to struggle away. Not seeming to realize that he was really only causing it to hurt more... either that or Keith didn't care? Was he just that desperate to get away from those fingers thrusting inside of him? When they were removed, the Red Paladin slumped in the guardsā hold, his head falling forward as he panted and gasped for air after screaming like that. The black-haired Paladin hated the fact that his will had broken enough to cry, to show Lotor how much he had hurt him. But the pain had surprised him and gotten the best of him.
"This isn't⦠going to get you what you want, Lotor, so why hurt him? I didn't break as you made me see those visions!!!" He growled furiously. The sound of Lotor's amused laugh and his words made his face flush worse and his chest ache all the more
"Oh, but I think you will! I think knowing that Keith here is the real thing⦠that he really is about to lose his virginity⦠that he's really being raped⦠all of that will get to you." With that, Lotor laughed and pulled his fingers free and undid his pants before gripping Keith's hips in a bruising grip as he lined himself up against him. He knew there was no way the Red Paladin could ever be ready. Lotor hadn't prepared him nearly enough, and Keith was dry. Still, that didn't stop him as he pushed himself forward, forcing himself past that protesting ring of muscle to drive his throbbing cock deep into his protesting body.
"Godddd Yesss!!!! So tight!!! Such a hot ass!!!" he moaned loudly, mocking both of them. And his eyes met Shiro's as he smirked. "I will always be the first cock his pretty hole serviced!!!" he mocked.
The dark-haired Paladin twitched slightly, hearing the words. He wasn't sure he understood. Visions? Lotor was doing this to him to break Shiro? Was this his way of torturing him in front of his leader to torture the Black Paladin? That only gave the dark-haired male new resolve not to let the Galra prince get to him, not to allow Lotor to break him to break Shiro.
A resolve that already faltered, feeling the grip of those fingers on his hips. Keith jerked. He couldn't help it. Fear of what was obviously coming next getting to him despite his desperate attempts to keep it from showing. "Don't..." was all the Red Paladin managed before he felt the tip of that cock against him. His body trembled as he grew even tenser, if that was possible, only to wind up screaming.
Shiro screamed, seeing Lotor thrusting forward, knowing that Keith was about to feel pain. So much pain... and he was utterly helpless to stop it. Worst of all, it was because of him that the black-haired Paladin was even here. Clenching his eyes shut, he twisted his head away, the warm wetness on his cheeks telling him that a few of his tears had broken free of his eyes.
Keithās head was thrown back as his body was hit with the pain of being torn open like that. That first thrust was enough to make him bleed. He wasn't ready. He wasn't prepared. The pain was even worse than the fingers, and he couldn't stop the pained scream being torn from him yet again.
Lotor moaned in absolute delight at the scream that ripped itself out of Keith, and the one that joined it from Shiro as the Paladins' leader cried out in anguish, hearing Keith's suffering. "Oh, how cruel of you!!! You can't even look poor Keith in the eyes and reassure him that everything's going to be okay? Hmmm, I suppose that is better than lying to him," Lotor laughed as he slowly pulled his cock out of his now bleeding hole. Gripping his hips harder, he thrust forward hard and moaned as he buried himself balls deep inside of him once more. He continued working in a cruel and brutal rhythm. Smirking more, he ran his hand through Keith's hair and pulled harshly on his soft locks, arching his back and baring his throat.
Keith hadnāt heard Shiro's scream, his own still ringing in his ears. He had been beaten and thrown around in battle before, but this... this was different! This pain was nothing like a blow to his body. This was an invasion, a violation he wasn't prepared for and couldn't naturally fight against. The half Galra Paladin had never thought something like this could happen to him. It had never entered his mind as a possibility.
Shiro felt as if his very heart and soul were shattering, seeing that fear in Keith's eyes. But hearing Keith scream, he couldn't help but picture the visions of Keith's rape against the insides of his eyelids. Tears running down his cheeks as he cried out with him, shaking his head and struggling desperately.
"Look at him, Champion!!!.... LOOK," he bellowed, waiting until Shiro's eyes fluttered open before leaning in to run his fanged teeth along the column of his throat. Lotor lapped at his soft and tender skin, slowly licking his neck even as he set a more brutal, pounding pace inside of him.
Dark hair covering his face, Keith slumped forward, trying to breathe, trying to detach his mind from what was happening to his body. Anywhere... anything was better than this. He didn't know how to deal with this. The Red Paladin trembled as he felt that punishing rod retracting from his body. He wasn't stupid. He knew this wasn't the end of it. Keith was trying to brace himself for the thrust back into him, but any attempts at distancing himself, preparing himself, were in vain as that hand pulled his head again. He couldn't help the pained groan as he was bared more or the anguished cry that escaped his parted lips at the thrust into him.
Hearing Lotor's bellowed order, he slowly dragged his eyes open and looked towards him. Swallowing hard as he saw Keith bent backwards by Lotor's grip, his body rocking forward with every brutal thrust inside him. He hated it, but soon he couldn't help the way he responded to that feeling, his eyes going wide. Gods, how Shiro had daydreamed about having his hand buried in Keith's hair, pulling his head back like that. Heād dreamed about filling the Red Paladin like that. But instead of tears and screams, he had always wanted to hear moans, hear him moaning his name.
"..Keith!!!"
The Paladin winced at the words and trembled at the assault on his body. This was too much. He couldn't handle this. None of his defences were able to handle this, and he felt the first pained tears wetting his cheeks as he closed his eyes. There had to be some desperate last attempt at regaining some sense of control, some way to fight this...
That was when he heard Shiro cry his name and those dark eyes of his shot open with a pained gasp drawn from the Red Paladin. He stared up at the cold ceiling and the leering faces of the guards holding him immobile for Prince Lotor's attack. Keith's fingers curled into his palms, helplessness washing over him. He couldn't fight against this, and his body was starting to adjust to the intrusion⦠beginning to welcome those thrusts into him despite what he wanted.
Lotor loved the way Keith slumped against his body. Keith was clearly giving in a little despite himself and, when he felt him tense as he was pulled up by his hair, Lotor moaned louder than he had to at the feeling of him around him. "Fuck, you feel so good, little Paladin!!! Hmmm, your ass is so tight and it's suckling me like a greedy slut!" he whispered into his ear, loving the look of pure rage and fury from Shiro and the sensation of that hot body around his cock.
Keith groaned despite himself. He was trying hard to keep any sound away spilling from his lips, not wanting to give Lotor the pleasure. But he only could do nothing to stop the pained whimpers and groans those thrusts drew from him. They were too much.
The words made the Red Paladin flinch, almost hurting worse than the thrusts. Of course, he had imagined having sex, fantasied about being held down and taken like this. Just not by Lotor. The Galra prince wasn't the one in his mind. He was not supposed to be the one to be the first inside him. But there he was, being taken forcefully in front of Shiro.
"Don't listen to him, Keith! He's just trying to get in your head!" Shiro shouted desperately. He knew what the other was saying to Keith. He had said it so many times in the visions. He would not let Keith think less of himself for this!
"Me? Get in his head? You mean like I've been in yours? Like Iāve seen every depraved and dirty thing you wish you could do to the Paladin of the Red Lion, Champion?" Lotor chuckled, seeing the flush of shame and knew he had hit a nerve. Arching his back, he slammed into him harder.
Shiro... The leader's voice startled the black-haired Paladin. He had almost managed to make himself forget where he was, that Shiro was forced to watch every moment of his violation. The words made him swallow. Shiro was right. He couldn't let Lotor do this to him. He couldn't stop him from getting into his body, but he would not allow him into his head.
Wait... What did Lotor mean what Shiro wanted to do? Keith yelped at that thrust as he tried to pull his head away, trying to glance towards the Black Paladin in front of him. Lotor had to be lying!
"Oh yes, little Paladin! He has dreamed of fucking you just like this... Slamming you against a wall in the shower room and driving himself into you over and over while you ride him just like you're doing to me! All while your slutty hole takes his cock!! But it's not his cock inside of you now, is it? Whose cock is fucking you right now, Paladin?" Lotor laughed into Keith's ears, his thrusts were harsh and deep as he tried to angle⦠wanting to further humiliate the black-haired Paladin by hitting that bundle of nerves he knew would indeed turn him into his personal bitch.
"N... No..." Keith tried to tilt his head away from Lotor as the other spoke like that. The fantasy hit so close to his own, hard enough for his body to react with the thrusts driving into him. He didn't want to respond to this. He didn't want to get hard while being raped. Especially not in front of Shiro! Having the Black Paladin seeing him like this was bad enough. Weak... vulnerable. Unable to defend himself against Prince Lotor's attack.
"Don't listen to him!!! He's lying to you," Shiro groaned, hating that he was lying to Keith. But the last thing Shiro wanted the other to think while he was being raped was that Shiro himself desired to rape him. That was the last thing he'd ever wanted!
Hearing Shiro shout that Lotor was lying, of course, the Red Paladin believed that. No way did Shiro want to do this to him. Lotor was tormenting him trying to... trying to what? Get Shiro to do something? Keith's mind was muddled from the pain and growing pleasure the Galra prince was forcing on him, and when he hit that spot inside him, the dark-haired male cried out in shock. He tried to jerk himself away only to arch his back as his body trembled. His legs were weak, and it was all he could do to stay standing. If those guards hadn't been holding him, he might have collapsed right there. The unexpected pleasure shooting through him made him shake his head, trying desperately to break free. That was what finally broke him. "N... No... No! Please... Stop!"
"Ahhh, there we go! And a slut is born!!" Lotor roared with laughter, hearing those cries and feeling the way Keith's body clamped down around him in pleasure. Releasing his hair, he reached around him to run his hand down over his chest, tweaking a nipple and then slowly running down to tease along the underside of his cock. Teasing it and running over it before wrapping his fingers around him. "Hmmm, look at how hard you are! You're enjoying this! You like having me rape you!! You're a natural whore, aren't you?"
"N... No... Nnnggg....!" Keith protested the best he could. But the moan drawn from him as those fingers touched his nipple seemed to only break him further as he slumped in their hold. His body trembling at the touches and jerking with every thrust into him. He couldn't ignore the sensations Lotor was causing in him despite trying his best. And when that hand found his cock, a sob escaped those trembling lips.
"Stop it! Stop doing this to him, you bastard!" Shiro demanded, his eyes going wide as he saw the way Keith's body was flushing with the forced pleasure, his hips shaking, and his body responding to the stimulus of his thrusts into him. "It's natural, Keith, whatās happening!! It's not your fault; you're not doing anything wrong! It's a body's natural reaction to sexual stimuli!ā
Shiro's words weren't helping the Red Paladin either. He was horrified at what was happening to him and embarrassed that he couldn't resist it. His body was giving in to the touches and thrusts into him, leaving his cock growing hard in Lotor's hand and his body willingly accepting of those thrusts into him. Whenever the cock inside him scraped over that place, he would jerk and gasp, moaning and biting his lower lip till it bled, trying to keep those sounds from escaping. Those embarrassing and slutty sounds...
"Good little slut!! Good boy, what a good little toy! Just like that! Press back onto my thrusts~" Lotor purred into Keith's ear as he gripped his bruising hip with a tighter hold and pulled him more onto his thrusts even as he stroked him with the pace of his thrusts now slamming into him. He was working himself into a frenzy. Yes, he had started this to hurt the Paladins and to break them but he was enjoying Keith's body more than he had thought he would. "I think I'm going to keep you, whore! I'll make you one of my harem whores!!!" he purred, licking the outer shell of Keith's ear.
Keith shook his head helplessly, trying to pull away from that touch to his ear. He was trying to focus on the pain of that bruising grip rather than the pleasure the hand and cock inside him were causing him. But it just wasn't enough. He couldn't get away from the heat soaring through his body and making him arch into those touches. His body was betraying him in a way he had never imagined it would. The dark-haired Paladin tried to gasp out a protest, but all that would leave his lips were moans of pleasure and defeat.
"Fuck... this is enough, Lotor!!! It's enough, now leave him alone!" Shiro gasped his own tears running down his cheeks as he watched Keith sobbing. Strong and stubborn Keith looked so lost and so helpless, sobbing and slumped in the hold of the guards holding him up.
Shiro's voice made him jerk at his bindings. Even Shiro couldn't help him now. Keith always looked for Shiro's guidance and leadership. When he couldn't go it alone, it was the Black Paladin he trusted. But even that couldn't get him out of this. He could feel his body being pushed towards release. That surge that he had only ever handled alone in his room now threatened to overcome him from a Galra's touch, Lotor's touch... and in front of Shiro, no less.
The Red Paladin trembled, bared and helpless. The worst situation he could possibly think of... no... worse than even that. A cry of anguish escaping those red lips as he broke, unable to hold it together anymore as he came.
Shiro's whole body jerked, hearing that anguish filled cry. He could feel as well as see Keith's resolve breaking as he lost against the pleasure and came. God, he hated how his cock throbbed in his too-tight pants as he heard him and saw him like that. He had always wanted to know what Keith looked like when he came...but not this... this was not it, this was wrong! So wrong.
Lotor loved every moment of this. He loved the helplessness he could practically feel radiating from Keith as he was losing that battle with his body, losing it to pleasure. He loved the fury and rage and utter helplessness and hopelessness that he could see in Shiro's eyes as the Black Paladin watched as he violated Keith in front of him. When he felt Keith cum, his body clamping down on him and trembling, he let out a roar of his own pleasure as he slammed himself into him hard once, twice, three times more and then came with another boom as he bit down on Keith's neck.
Keith trembled in the guards' firm hold on him. His body shook with the rough thrusts into him. The pain was obvious on his face as he winced. Cumming like that had left him more sensitive and he could feel every thrust into him like a painful stab. Feeling Lotor's cum pouring into him, he felt sick. How could this be happening to him? Why would the Galra prince even think to do this to him? And even worse... Why had his body given in like this? Natural or not, he should be able to fight it.
The bite to his neck made the Red Paladin cry out again, a cry that ended in a defeated sob as he went limp in their hold. His body was slick with sweat, black locks clinging to his skin and his muscles trembling. He was exhausted, unable to keep any barrier up against this.
Shiro slumped against the binds holding him as he saw Keith slump like that. Shiro couldn't let him break. This was Keith, his Keith, the Paladinsā Keith. Brave, reliable Keith who had risked himself for Shiro time and time again. He flinched as he saw Lotor pulling himself from inside of Keith and watched as the blood and cum ran down the young man's thighs as Lotor walked over to him. He could feel the fury burning inside of him as he met those yellow eyes.
"You son of a bitch! I will kill you for this! I will make you beg for death before the end!" Shiro promised only to flinch away as the Galra prince reached up with his cum splattered hand and wiped it off on his face.
"Here. Have a taste of his cum. Know that it was for me! His body is all mine! I will take him whenever I decide, and I might even give him to my guards! Just to watch you really suffer!" Lotor promised before pulling back. "Take the whore to the cells and let him recover. He's going to need all his energy for our next playtime!"
Keith tilted his head back when he felt Lotor pull from his sore, abused ass. He could feel the warmth of the liquid spilling down his legs, and he almost threw up right there. The words Keith heard the Galra prince speak to Shiro promised there would be more of this. He didn't think he could handle more. Not like this. Not in front of Shiro.
Trying to catch his breath, Keith hung his head. Unable to keep his legs from giving out on him now that Lotor's cock wasn't inside him holding him up. He was sore and bruised, but worse yet was the emotional anguish from what the purple-skinned male had just done to him. Maybe that was why he didn't protest when the snickering guards pulled him off.
Watching helplessly as Keith was dragged from the room, Shiro strained. " Find your place... find your focus!! You're stronger than this! Stronger than anyone I have ever known, Keith!!! This isn't going to break you! You're too strong for that! That's an order!!!"
Shiro's words rang in Keithās ears. Was he really that strong? He hadn't been able to resist this. He didn't think he could handle more of this happening. Still, hearing Shiro call it an order, the Red Paladin drew a deep breath. Once in the cell, he would throw up. Keith would curl up on himself. Naked. Sore. Humiliated. But he would recover, too proud to give in this easily. He would fight, if only because Shiro ordered him to.
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