#but the plan is to go into the shift and see how it goes & if shes still acting like she was (refusing to listen to me even though
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Pairing:Â Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~2.4k
Warnings:Â sexual assault (not quite rape), angst, feeling uncomfortable by a man touching you, minor fluff at the end
Summary:Â A mission calls for you to find your inner vixen to get information from a man who is known to be a womanizer. Things donât go according to plan, so Sam has to step up and take matters into his own hands. When Bucky hears about it, he turns to you knowing you need comfort in the safest way possible.
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The short black dress stares back at you in your closet with a knowing look. You donât want to wear this. you donât want to go on this mission. Youâd rather spend the night cuddled up next to your boyfriend and watch movies. Instead, youâre going on a mission to essentially be a vixen, not in the literal sense where you have sex with someone but in the sense where you have to seduce the target to get what you want.
It's not ideal but this is the job.
The man in question is a womanizer and is high in the weapons world. Heâs one of the most well-known weapons dealers across the country. He mostly deals out of his club but whenever authorities raid his club, they canât find anything to nail him with. Thatâs when they called your team to do what they clearly canât.
You yank the dress off the hanger and quickly put it on. You havenât worn this since before you started going out with Bucky. You can remember wearing this to the club with your friends. The material is a bit tighter than you remember but itâll help you get what you want. You shift your boobs to make them pop more without having them completely spill out the top. You walk to your vanity and sift through your makeup.
Someone knocks on your door before walking in. You smile when you see itâs your boyfriend.
âHey, baby.â He has a frown etched onto his face, deeper than usual. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI donât like this plan.â Youâre the only one who can get close to Mezzi. Anyone else would just tip him off. âNot that I donât want you flirting with another man, but Mezzi is bad news. He treats women like shit. I donât want to see you get hurt.â
You set down your makeup brush and walk over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands automatically settle on your waist.
âIâm a professional, baby, and a really skilled spy. Iâve gotten bigger, more tougher men to talk for less. Iâve done this before. Plus, Sam and John will be there if anything goes wrong.â
The mention of the blonde man makes his frown deeper.
âI donât like that John is going.â
âYou donât like anything he does.â
âThereâs something dirty about him. Heâs not a good man.â
You pull Bucky down toward you and kiss him, keeping the kiss short and sweet.
âYou have nothing to worry about. Iâll be fine. Itâs just another mission.â
Bucky slides one of his hands into your hair and kisses you for longer this time.
âOkay, I trust you,â he whispers against your lips.
âGood,â you grin and peck his lips once more.
You finish getting ready and leave with Sam and John to the car. Bucky leads his own team of soldiers who will wait outside until the cue is given. He would have gone in with you but Mezzi knows Buckyâs face. He would have ruined the entire mission before it could begin.
âOkay, hereâs the plan,â you say. âIâll go in first and distract him while you two go to the bar and pretend to be just like any other customer. Once Iâm close, Iâll casually ask how my friend heard about his weapons and would like to buy some. Hopefully, heâll be drunk enough to say where he keeps them which we would call in Buckyâs team.â
âSounds good to me,â Sam shrugs.
âWe need a safe word,â you say.
âWhy?â John asks.
âBecause Iâm a woman going in to seduce a womanizer who looks like he doesnât like the word no. So, I need a safe word or Iâm not going in.â
âSeems fair,â Sam says.
âFine, what is it?â
âRed. Iâll work it into the conversation but if you hear me say that, move in immediately.â
John doesnât say anything but nods in agreement. When you get to the club, you go in first. The place is already crowded with a bunch of people but you push past them all to get to the far end of the club. There is a section separated by curtains and guards which can only mean itâs the VIP section. Through the large slit in the curtains, you see Mezzi sitting back with both arms on the back of the couch.
Bingo.
You walk closer to the VIP section and start to move your body to the music. Sam and John walk in and head to the bar like theyâre supposed to while keeping a close eye on you. You look up and meet Mezziâs eyes through the slit and smirk at him. Youâve got his attention. You run your hands down your body and move sensually to the music. He leans forward and licks his bottom lip, already entranced by you.
He calls for one of his guards and whispers something to him while maintaining eye contact with you. The guard leaves and heads over to you, and you pull your eyes from Mezzi to look at the guard.
âBoss wants to see you.â
âLead the way,â you grin.
He allows you to pass into the VIP section, and Mezzi leans back with a lazy smirk on his face.
âUp close, youâre even more beautiful,â he grins. âDrink?â
âDonât mind if I do.â
He gets up and walks over to the mini bar to make your drink. You watch him carefully to make sure he doesnât put anything in your drink, and you relax when he doesnât. This place is so secluded from the rest of the club due to the curtains so anything can happen in here and no one would know about it. Luckily, you have Sam and John in your ear so youâll be able to call for them if things get out of hand.
âThank you,â you smile and accept the drink. He takes a seat next to you, a little bit closer than your liking. Itâs okay. Pretend heâs Bucky. âI have to say, I donât think Iâve ever seen anyone so handsome before.â
âOh, baby, there is no one else like me. Youâve come to the right section. I can blow your mind without even touching you.â
âOh, really? Lucky me,â you giggle.
Mezzi reaches out and runs his hands over your exposed thighs, and you picture Buckyâs hands touching you. This isnât the first time youâve had to do this for a mission, but it is the first time since youâve been with Bucky. You respect him too much to do things like this, but there was no other way to get close to Mezzi.
âGod, youâre so sexy. Best looking girl here.â
âYouâre just saying that.â
His hands briefly slide up your dress before he moves it back down. âNo, Iâm not. When I see something I like, I make sure she knows about it.â
âHereâs to new opportunities,â you grin and hold your drink out to him. He raises his own drink and clinks it with yours, but he only takes a sip. Heâs careful not to intake too much alcohol, especially when heâs involved in so much illegal shit. âI was hoping to talk to you tonight.â
âYeah? About what?â
âI have this friend who was asking about you.â
âWhat friend?â
âOh, just a friend.â You reach over and dance your fingers across his chest, slightly sliding them through the buttons of his shirt. âHe says you have a certain shipment heâd like to buy from you. He wouldnât tell me more. He says youâd know what I was talking about.â
Mezziâs attitude switches but itâs very subtle. You can see it in his eyes. He does not like that question. He slides his hand up your body and rests his palm over the hollowness of your throat. Not hurting you but letting you know he can hurt you if you piss him off.
âWell, you tell your friend if he wants something I have, then he should be the one asking for it, not sending his whore after me.â
âNow, thatâs not very nice.â
He smiles but it doesnât reach his eyes. âOh, baby, it was a compliment.â
He pulls you in closer so that youâre practically in his lap, and you suddenly grow uncomfortable. He has one thing on his mind and itâs not talking.
âOut of curiosity, whatâs the shipment?â you ask, trying to get his mind somewhere else.
âEnough talking. You clearly came here for one thing and one thing only. I deliver on all of my promises, and I promise to make your time here worthwhile.â
He slides his hand up your dress and rests it very close to the one place you only ever want one man to go: Bucky. He leans in and presses kisses to your neck so lightly, and thatâs when you panic. No mission is worth feeling like this. You donât want to be here anymore.
âRed,â you blurt out.
âWhat?â he asks and pulls away.
âI like your red shirt. Itâs very silky.â
âIt looks better on the ground.â
Samâs earpiece has been bothering him since he got here, so heâs trying to fix it. He should have gotten a new one when he had the chance since itâs not the first time this has acted up. Johnâs earpiece, however, works just fine. He hears your cry for help yet he does⊠nothing. He looks toward the VIP section and sips his drink casually.
âMy favorite color is red,â you say with slight panic.
John canât give away their position because Mezzi hasnât given the location of his weapons yet. If they raid now, they might not have anything. Sam tweaks a few parts before putting it back in his ear. He smiles when it works but itâs lost when he hears your panicked voice.
âHas she been saying this? Why are you just sitting there?â Sam asks.
He gets up to rescue you but John grabs his arm.
âHe hasnât told her where the shipment is.â
âI donât fucking care. Get your hand off me.â
Sam yanks his arm away and leaves to come to your rescue. John, on the other hand, finishes his drink leisurely.
Mezzi has you pinned to the couch with your dress bunched up at your hips. The only thing separating him from rape is a flimsy piece of cotton. You wish Bucky was here.
âPlease stop,â you say, close to tears. âRed!â
He is about to silence you with a hand to your throat when he freezes. Sam places a gun to the back of his head.
âLet go of her.â Mezzi does and you scramble as far as you can get from him. You shake slightly and pull your dress down as much as it can go. âIf you donât want to get your head blown off, Iâd suggest you tell us where your shipment is right now.â
âYouâre bluffing,â he chuckles.
Sam moves the gun away from his head and aims it at his leg. He shoots once, and Mezzi jerks back in pain. The gun has a silencer on it so no one can hear how much Mezzi is in pain. The music drowns out his shouts of pain, and Sam moves the gun back to his head.
âAm I bluffing now?â
âIn the basement, man. In the tunnels.â
âCome in, Buck. Youâre up. Itâs in the tunnels below,â Sam says into the earpiece.
âCopy that.â
âAre you okay?â Sam asks you while keeping the gun on Mezzi.
âI think so,â you whisper.
âGo. Weâve got it handled from here.â
You donât think twice about leaving. All you want is to go home, shower, and cry.
âShame,â Mezzi groans in pain. âShe looks like her pussy would be tight.â
Sam rears his fist back and punches Mezzi hard in the jaw. So hard that Mezzi passes out right there and then. Bucky and his men found the shipment and were able to arrest Mezzi and his men on the spot. With that much evidence, no judge would ever think about letting them go. The adrenaline has worn off and the shakes have replaced it. You were almost raped. You were sexually assaulted. You might be a trained spy but that all went out the window the second Mezzi forced you on your back.
The second Bucky heard about what happened, pissed doesnât even cover what heâs feeling. Sam had to tell Bucky what John did because it was wrong of him to hear your safe word and do nothing about it. Bucky storms into home base and makes a beeline for John. He grabs his collar and yanks him violently toward him.
âYou heard her safe word and did nothing about it?â
âI knew she had it handled! He didnât tell her where the shipment was.â
âI oughta kill you,â Bucky growls. He grabs Johnâs throat with his metal hand and squeezes. âSheâs my girlfriend, you bastard.â
John is no match for Bucky so he doesnât even try to fight back. Bucky is about to do more damage when Sam walks into the room.
âSheâs asking for you, Buck.â
Bucky lets John go, and the latter coughs violently. âGet him the hell out. He better be gone when I get back.â He leaves the room and walks into your bedroom. The shower is going in your bathroom, and he looks inside to see you sitting on the shower floor with your knees to your chest. âY/N?â You donât reply. He knows how scared you must be. âHe canât hurt you anymore, baby.â
Again, you donât respond to him. He steps inside the running shower and turns off the water, not caring if he has water on his clothes. He wraps you in your fluffy towel and scoops you into his arms. He brings you to the bed and sits you down before going into your closet. He grabs one of his big hoodies and dresses you in it.
The second he has you in his arms, you bury your head in his chest and cry.
âShh, Iâm right here. Youâre safe now. I wonât let anything happen to you.â
âI was so scared,â you whimper. âI thought⊠I just wanted you.â
âIâm here now. I wonât let him touch you again. Youâre safe now.â
Bucky smooths down your hair and allows you to cry as much as you need to. He wonât tell you what John did because that would only make you feel worse.
âPlease stay with me,â you whisper.
âIâm not going anywhere. You can rest knowing youâre protected. Youâre safe now.â
âI love you,â you say and snuggle closer to him.
âI love you. Get some rest. Iâll be here the whole time.â
Thatâs all the comfort you need. He makes you feel safe, and thatâs all you can ever ask for.
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Stealing conversation from @blood-starved-beast
I think the Vander comparison comes from the fact that Jinx's actions specifically benefit the people. She is taking shots at Piltover, she's winning. She's hitting them where they hurt and they're scrambling.
Silco, for all his talk of the Nation of Zaun, never in his reign gets to that. He makes a deal with the Enforcers, floods the Lanes with Shimmer, and buddies up with the Chembarons. The average folk are still struggling, more stronger people are still bullying them, and the exceptionally poor are addicts. This is not a man of the people, this is a bully, a dictator even (hence the Caitlyn parallels go here). And he even got powers on high with support seeing as he buddied with Marcus to get the Top Spot.
I just feel like we still know so little about what Vander's revolution actually looked like, what he actually did. Like when I picture it, because of all the references to the mines, I tend to picture him maybe organizing a miner's strike as a way to getting his feet wet organizing people.
And we know he presumably at some point collected a crowd that marched on the bridge which went terribly.
So what exactly is his positive reputation based on?
After Vander stopped revolution-izing, he did more community building, more like Ekko really. But that's exactly the non-revolution behavior that got Sevika to turn on him.
At the same time, we know that Vander collected protection money, just like Silco. Something that Ekko presumably doesn't do.
It doesn't look like Vander was particularly lining his pockets, so maybe his positive reputation is based on that he collected the money and spread it around, very redistribution or take from the richer and give to the poorer. while Silco used the money more to buy weapons, build up infrastructure like Remi's factory.
I've been really thinking a lot about something Christian Linke said (btw, it cracks me up that his name is literally "The Left", there's even a political in germany by that name) recently about Sevika and Jinx teaming it. It appears that they want the undercity to do well but Silco stood in the way of that (?).
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But that kind of goes into how both Vander and Silco stopped their immediate violent revolution goals and made deals with the cops, presumably in the interest of their children.
In the end we don't know still what Silco's plan really was, why he abandoned what seemed to be his original plan to produce a lot of Shimmer beasts.
Now I think there is value in both their approaches, in Vander creating maybe a community that inspires affection and idealism (into the extent that it still carries the Firelights) and in Silco building up infrastructure.
In the end, Remi creates the chem tech goons that can put up a fight against hextech (which wasn't even around back then) even if they likely come at the cost of not just child labor but also child experiments.
I also read some interesting speculation that maybe Silco had a deal with Noxus and that's why he pushed Jinx so hard to weaponize hextech, maybe he wanted forge a better deal with the Noxians. Or maybe his plan shifted from violent overthrowing to a diplomatic and economic victory. Become good enough at business/capitalism that you can squeeze Piltover economically and force them to give you independence.
Basically, I get why Silco might not inspire the kind of admiration that Vander did. Even if he might have laid important ground work. I just feel still kind of fuzzy on what Vander did to inspire this positive image in his revolution times when the writers say over and over that he used to do violent shit.
Like we can guess he might have been a pit fighter too and gotten his nickname like that. And he probably risked people's lives by sending them to the bridge fight. But what else?
That's why I kind of love the idea that maybe Vander and Silco also fucked with the ventilation system and that's what Sevika referred to when she talks about fighting in the fissures.
BTW, shoutout to my girl Sevika, who has the right ideals, is super capable, but it appears that she apparently forever lacks the people skills to lead the revolution herself and that's why she's stuck trying to follow around and cheerlead other people who do the whole inspire the masses thing only to have them end up dawdling.
(and it would be pure irony if Jinx gets put in the same situation, okay, I should be leading this revolution, but I got this kid now that depends on me ...)
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He should find it silly, the idea that Satoru is going to watch over him while he sleeps and protect him - Suguru is a vampire, after all, and not just any vampire. He's the leader of a militarized cult and has abilities far beyond that of any regular vampire, he should be the one protecting Satoru if anything - but he just hums, the words making his cold skin feel warm. He understands the urge to protect, to keep safe - after all, it's the exact same thing he feels for Satoru, and to know that despite how much stronger he's become he'd still be so vigilant in keeping any harm from coming to him... It makes his heart flutter like he's some kind of teenager with a crush. He supposes that's what he was before fangs sunk into his neck and he was forced to defect.
It feels as if Satoru's warmth is surrounding him, comforting him as he drifts off to sleep, and it's the same when he begins to wake, half-consciously burying his face against his skin and seeking out more contact, if that were even possible. Groggy eyes blink open as they glance toward the clock across the room - he should probably get up soon, but they still had a little while... Ah, what he would give if he could just put all his plans on hold and stay here with him longer...
He nearly purrs when he feels the other shift and lie his head against his chest, makes a low noise in his throat as his hand travels up his body and delicately traces his jaw. "Mm, of course it's real, love. It's all real. I'm real." He murmurs in return, smiling soft and sweet as their eyes meet. Even in the dark, those blues of him seem to shine so brightly - he looks adorable when he's all sleepy like this; Suguru wishes he could capture this moment and keep it forever - he has to remind himself that if all goes well, every night is going to start this way.
He settles on his back and allows his lover to straddle him, draping one arm around his neck, free hand cupping the side of his face as he surges up to meet his kiss, thumb stroking his cheek. They don't have that much time, he knows that - half an hour, maybe an hour at most if he's being generous, but surely there's enough time for this. He wants there to be, wants to make time. "Satoru..." He sighs between kisses, cool fingers taking their time tracing all the details along his back, smoothing over his shoulder blades, down his spine. It feels so nice, being so close to him - he just wants to curl into his warmth and stay there, bask in his warmth and affection forever. Fangs nip at his lower lip, not enough to to draw blood, but just enough to tease.
"I love you." He murmurs, and while he's not always one to show his affection verbally, some part of it just wants to say it a hundred times over to make up for all the times he'd stupidly held them back. Or maybe his sleep-addled brain is just making him extra sappy. The hand cupping his cheek slips down over his neck, feeling for the mark he knew was still there from the previous night, tracing it with a sort of reverence. "I love you... Everyone's going to know you're mine now, you know that? When they see this..." He thinks maybe becoming a vampire has made him more possessive, but how can he help it, when Satoru was the only one he's ever wanted? It certainly doesn't seem unwelcome, either. And he hopes that one day Satoru will mark him, too, make sure everyone knows who his heart and soul belongs to. Wants them to be bonded together forever, never separated again.
          Part of him is surprised that the weapons aren't a bigger battle ââ he had been gearing himself up for a fight, to glance at Suguru and know that there were rules here that he couldn't exactly overstep. Being without his weapons though is a vulnerability that he hadn't expected; it only now sinks in because he's not distracted, because he isn't overwhelmed by the fact that Suguru is very much alive and isn't confirmed dead by the academy. He's fairly certain they knew all of this though: he just isn't sure what game they're completely playing. Maybe that's why he craves his weapons ââ maybe it has nothing to do with the vampires that crawl along the temples, but more to do with the humans that he knows will come for them. These aren't his family; he doesn't care about all of them, but he cares about Suguru. He's already almost lost him once before ââ the thought of losing him again doesn't sit well with him.
          In fact, it makes him move closer to him, the sheets ruffling as he does so. His arm wraps around the other's neck, hand gingerly landing in soft brunette locks. Fingers are twisting gently through them, his own eyes slightly heavy but he keeps himself awake, even as he feels Suguru starting to fade out. It feels like something that he's meant to do ââ after all, the last time he had stopped watching him, had let him go on his own, he had never come back. So when he starts to hum, the rhythmic strokes turning slower and softer as he feels Suguru grow heavier, he feels like his heart is aching in his chest even more.  "Sleep tight, Suguru. I'll make sure no one hurts you."
          It seems foolish to say something like that ââ after all, Suguru is a vampire now. He can easily defend himself, has been defending himself this entire time. It makes something inside of him calmer though, even as he watches the sun start to edge through the blinds just a bit, never once coming close enough to raise smoke from the vampire's skin. He keeps watch for another hour, hour and a half, and then before he realizes it, his eyes slip closed to the lull of Suguru against him.Â
          When he wakes up, he's on his side, half stretched over the pillow that he had been occupying previously. There's a weight around his waist and the room is darker than it should be. It takes him a moment to remember where he is, what's happening ââ and the night before comes crashing into his very being, sinking down into his veins that he had so easily opened for Suguru the night before. Suguru. He's alive.Â
          He turns, or at least attempts to, and comes face to face with Suguru's chest. His ear rests over where his heart should be, and there's only minor disappointment when he realizes that he can't hear it anymore. that he can't hear the way that he makes him feel. But he's alive, so he supposes it's a trade off that he would happily take. It's careful, the way his hand slides up the plane of his chest, then rests on his neck, thumb running along jaw bone.
          "Mm, this is real, right?" His voice is husky with the sleep that's crept in, bleary blue eyes blinking slightly as their eyes meet.
          He wants to stay like this forever. The rest of his cult doesn't exist, the work they have to do doesn't exist ââ all that matters is the now, his body rolling over Suguru's so that he can straddle him, kissing him full on and indulging in the nightmare that's become a dream.
#â i get dark only to shine / IN CHARACTER.#â don't you dare forget the sun / V; VAMPIRE.#chaoslulled#theyre so sweet aughdghg
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my coworker who hates my guts is coming back what if i just ran away instead
#fucking terribleeeeee#i didnt know until she left that she hated me so now i had to talk to my manager like#heyyyyy idc shes like technically my subordinate so she can hate me all she wants but Just So You Know in case anything weird happens#i have my first shift w her next thursday im ready to kms frankly#but the plan is to go into the shift and see how it goes & if shes still acting like she was (refusing to listen to me even though#im her boss lmfao) then i need to try and talk to her and if THAT doesnt go over well then i need to talk to my manager again#i hate it here. i HATEEE IT HERE.#i hate confrontation so bad but im also a very blunt person so im just gonna be like hey i need you to like fucking listen to me babes
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Soooo what are yâallâs hcs on the Tweak family đ€đ€đ€
#lowkey I like to hc it as a generational trauma type of thing for Mr Tweak#I feel like Richard was a LOT like Tweek when he was little#very anxious and unsure of himself#he mentions in the gnomes episode I believe that his business has been going on 30 years#and was passed down to him by his father by his father before him#growing up I think that he too was given a lot of this coffee by his father#and over the years he was conditioned and manipulated into accepting this as the norm#in hopes that he would one day take over the business#when he was finally old enough his father shared the family recipe with him and at that point he had pretty much been brainwashed#I think he sees a lot of his younger self in tweek which is why heâs so condescending towards him and so determined to steer him down the#same path. Repeating the cycle and all that#and when Tweek is old enough he plans on sharing the familyâs secret as his father did with him#MRS Tweak on the other hand is an interesting one#we know so little about her but I feel like her personality also says a lot about her#sheâs definitely better than Mr Tweak but sheâs still very complacent and neglectful#I think what stands out to me the most about her though is the way her personality can completely switch up at times#most of the time she has this eerily calm almost docile personality#but other times sheâs a LOT more attentive and caring#yk like a normal mom#COMPLETELY different from how she usually acts#but the episode that gets me the most is âGnomes#where she actively goes against Richardâs attempt to manipulate the kids and use them for business ventures#yet this is the same mom that actively poisons her son? presumably for the business??#like it doesnât make sense to me#Iâve seen someone suggest that Richard has been drugging her too#and BOY would that be a twist#definitely would explain the sudden shift in personality#i definitely think it would be interesting if she was in the dark about a lot of this too#not using this as an excuse as I still do think she is SOMEWHAT negligent on her own but I do think it could explain some things#south park
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there's a lift of daithi's brows at elio's comment , stifling the laugh mostly that wanted to bubble up . he sure could fire back quickly when stressed out , something he never held against him . he rather enjoyed the determination that it always set the other in . like now , tasked with a challenge to help viveka , someone he wasn't that that fond of just yet but would help nonetheless . it warmed his heart though , seeing him take charge a bit to help someone in need instead of letting emotions simmer and get in the way . though his nose crinkles just a little at elio mentioning that he's spoken a lot about her . he doesn't mean too , and he feels a little bad about it in the moment because did it upset him when it happened ? he'd have to store this conversation for another time .
he's quick , though , once he sees viveka scooped up with relative ease from elio and jogging the few steps to close the distance to the truck . he pulls the door open and holds it to ensure it didn't try to shut on them . honestly , in charge elio was pretty hot , he wasn't even going to lie . it even caused a soft blush over his cheek bones and he nods a bit . ' i'm just going to check in with her really quick , yeah ? ' he assures softly , blue eyes on the taller male . ' thank you , though , ' he murmurs , leaning in to peck his cheek gently . he shifts in the door way , leaning against it with his hands on the roof area . ' you'll be okay until we get to the hospital ? we're going to the one a few minutes away - i rather you in better care than the one closer . on willis street . i won't try to lose you guys , but you know how to get there . ' which earns him a smile from her and nodding . he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead before he backs up to shut the door and join elio by the driver side of the truck .
he moves into the seat , hand going down to the button to put the seat forward and back , showing him how to adjust that minimally - he was shorter than elio after all . then his foot is on the brake and he touches the start button , offering a smile . ' pretty simple . just press which gear you need - drive , reverse , park . ' he goes over while pointing . he also sets lane assist on since it was dark and didn't want elio to struggle to see the lines of the road since it is a bigger vehicle . he slides out of the now running truck , blue eyes up on him again . ' you'll be okay ? we'll talk later , yeah ? ' he murmurs softly before leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips . ' and thank you , by the way . for stepping up . ' he offers him one last peck on the lips before he's moving to the toppled bike and putting his weight in it to get up before sliding the helmet on and making sure it starts , sitting in idle to wait for elio to get comfortable and put it in drive before he moves off .
viveka can't help the little laugh that comes at elio's little jab at daithi , shaking her head . they seemed to get along perfectly even in person and it warmed her heart to see it . ' has he now ? ' he questions with a raised brow before smiling just a little bit . ' nice to officially meet you too , though . ' she's heard a lot about elio over the past couple months . she could tell daithi was excited for elio to be making plans to see him and she hated that she had to interrupt their time together because of a clumsy mistake . however there's a tiny squeak at how easily she was scooped up into the other's arms , her arms going around his neck to keep herself up . green eyes look over his face for any struggle but there was nothing she could see . she looks to daithi who is going ahead to open the door and smiles at him , cheeks slightly blushed as well because of the situation .
she uses her hands to scoot herself into the truck a little more , nodding at his question . she's thankful daithi at least checks in with her before they're going to take off , nodding that she knew how to get there . though as she settles in the seat , she can't help but watch the exchange between the boys , the fondness in daithi's look to elio . not scared to give him a kiss in front of her either and it makes her happy to see that she hadn't dampened too much down between them . once elio is back in the truck , she hums briefly as if in thought . ' he's lucky , you know . ' she offers up as she hears her bike start ahead of them , glad it still runs . ' that he has someone like you . ' but she doesn't elaborate , resting back against the seat a bit as she watches daithi take the lead driving .
"You can be stubborn too when it comes to certain topics." Elio fires back while giving him a tentative smile. "I'm sure I can handle it."
His focus shifts back to Viveka. "Nice to officially meet you. Daithi has told me a lot about you." He has, without even realizing it. It all had been little comments or mentions, but after talking for so long, they all added up and gave him a bit of insight into what kind of person she was. This was, however, the first time he saw her with his own eyes.
"Let's try not to make it weird then," He says that although he isn't sure he will succeed, at least he can try. Viveka is short in comparison to him and when he gently scoops her up in his arms he notices that she also doesn't weigh much. This was not how he imagined their first meeting would go, then again life was full of surprises. "Daithi can you maybe open the car door for us? I would try to do it myself but I don't want to accidentally hurt her foot more. " That would make for a very bad first impression. He walks over to Daithi's car while holding onto her. Once the car door is open he gently sets her down in the back. "You okay like this?" He questions studying her face for any signs of discomfort.
Over his shoulder, he says to Daithi, "I promise I'll be careful with your truck. Can you start so I can get used to how your car works when you lead the way?"
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Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.
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Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.
It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.
His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.
His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.
Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.
"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.
Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.
For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.
And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.
When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.
Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.
Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.
And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.
By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.
And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.
It says 'Missus Riley', of course.
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You're more amazing than Nadu
My new computer arrived today! I've been putting it together for the past 3-4 hours and I just realized I need to eat dinner. Also here's a card that was supposed to be an uncommon but i think it's more of a rare now
#asks#even once it's built and working switching over is going to be a Process#also planning on switching to linux so that's also going to be a Process#so we'll see how it turns out#i've put all the Stuff in the Spots so now i just gotta plug in all these fucking cables#anyway Necromass Gauntlet just has one too many paragraphs to be an uncommon#and all the shifting counters around is a little too gimmicky#and interactions with Iron Apprentice style abilities might be confusing#best to just put it in rare where all the weird/confusing/complex/gimmicky stuff goes#to be clear: the interaction with Iron Apprentice style abilities is very strong#because âput a dead creatures counters on another permanentâ doesn't actually move the counters. it copies them#so if you get enough Iron Apprentices then you get to keep doubling your counters over and over#so again: this card belongs at rare#also after all this difficulty and procrastination in making the uncommons i was feeling a little down#but then i looked at my old modified set and it only had 5 uncommons per color#so uh. yeah. no longer feeling bad about having difficulty making 13 uncommons per color
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"MINE, MINE, MINE."
pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor wonât refill your prescription until youâve reset your cycle. youâre desperate for that refill, but getoâs not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesnât want a heat but itâs medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have yâall figured out that i have a breeding kink yet⊠anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that iâve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k
âNo.âÂ
No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.Â
âIâm sorry?â you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.
âI canât refill the prescription. Iâm sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. Iâm shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.â Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but heâs only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when heâs worried.
Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. âYou need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.âÂ
Sweat beads on your palms. He canât be serious. But itâs his first opinion. Surely thereâs another option.
âI-Iâm sorry, doctor. I donât think Iâm understanding.âÂ
Another glance at Geto reveals that heâs frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one heâs already made without you. Your stomach drops.
The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. âLet me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.â The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. âGo home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. Itâs whatâs best.âÂ
Your eyes widen with realizationâ you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. âTh-that canât happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I canât be out that long a-and Geto canât either, weââÂ
âWe will go home,â Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. âThank you, doctor, for the advice.âÂ
Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that youâre leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?
âDoctor, you donât understââÂ
âThank you again,â Geto interrupts.
Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time youâre not so eager to accept his chivalry.Â
âSuguru,â you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?Â
âJust get in, baby. Weâll talk about it in the car.â
You debate saying no, but you canât bring yourself to start a fight when heâs being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.
The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. Youâre already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward âdoctors offices near meâ. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor thatâs a little sketchy. You scroll furtherâ still not sketchy enough. Someone whoâll give you the prescription you need, even if itâs not necessarily⊠ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?
âWhat are you doing?â His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.
You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. âGetting a second opinion,â you answer.Â
Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice itâs gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.Â
âHey!â You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.Â
Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. âYouâre not getting it back,â he says. His eyes never leave the road.Â
Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. âThis is not for you to decide. Itâs my body.â
He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. âAnd youâre not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so Iâm making it for you.â
Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know itâs only because he allows it. âI am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.âÂ
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre blinded by desperation.âÂ
âItâs still not for you to decide!â When you donât notice any change in his expression, you switch tacticsâ from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. âYou know how much I hate it, Su.âÂ
Finally, he cracks. Itâs instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. âI know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.âÂ
You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you werenât ready. Maybe next month, when youâd had more time to mentally prepare.Â
Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadnât had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasnât that you didnât trust Suguruâ you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to.Â
For most of your life, youâd successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, youâd passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.Â
Youâd met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, youâd thought, but he screamed alphaâ and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. Youâd stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until youâd been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. Heâd smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadnât been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that heâd suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all heâd needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.
Youâd dated for a little over a year, until youâd decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguruâs, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alphaâs scarred mark on your neck.Â
Suguru had never seen you through a heatâ no one had. Youâd taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. Heâd claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadnât had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was wellâ apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.Â
âSugu, I canât do this.â Your lip is raw from how much youâve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.Â
Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.Â
âYes you can. I know you can.âÂ
You shake your head. He doesnât understandâ doesnât know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadnât had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so⊠weak. âI canât. Itâs-itâs-â Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. âItâs embarrassing. Humiliating.âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, heâs all business.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.âÂ
You shake your head and pull away, pacing. âI donât want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.âÂ
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. âItâs not a question. Itâs happeningâ for the sake of your health.âÂ
You scoff and shake your head. âItâs notââÂ
His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submitâ the other part of you reels with annoyance.
âEnd of discussion.âÂ
Heâs closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. Itâs like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha⊠You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what heâs doingâ using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.
âSuguâŠâ you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.Â
âI got you, baby.â
Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps heâs right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. Youâre nodding before you realize what youâve done.
Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that youâll both be out of work for a week on âfamilyâ leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before heâs out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You wonât be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesnât return your phone before heâs gone.
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You donât notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. Itâs not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at nightâ itâll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system⊠you hope. When youâre brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.Â
You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs.Â
âFeel anything?â he asks.Â
You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter.Â
âSleep, baby.âÂ
For once, you follow orders without a fight.
â
Hot. Too hot.Â
When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.Â
You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, youâd made the wrong choice. You couldnât do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.
âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. Heâs behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.Â
âCanât-â Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. âCanât do this, Sugu-âÂ
âYes, you can.â He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. âYou will.âÂ
You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Heâs restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals heâs already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long heâs been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.
His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time.Â
âIâve got you, baby,â he whispers. âIâve got you.âÂ
Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. âMy phone, Sugu,â you panic. âGotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.âÂ
He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.Â
âNo, baby.âÂ
You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.Â
âSugu, please,â you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your loverâs skin.Â
ââS gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Donât fight it, love.âÂ
With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until youâre slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. Itâs not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.Â
âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. Youâre burning, burning, burning. Itâs not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick youâve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.Â
ââS okay, baby. âVe got you.â
Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. Heâs never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. Heâs never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now⊠He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants.Â
âLove you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,â he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until heâs plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other youâve ever experienced. Itâs already so intense you can hardly think, and youâve only just begun.
âSugu,â you plead.Â
The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until heâs running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.Â
You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives.Â
âGonna make you feel âs good, baby.â he hums. Heâs lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.
He continues his messy circles on your clit and until youâre gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Â
âS-SuguâŠâ you whine.
The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then youâre completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. Thereâs a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesnât waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.Â
His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.
But you canât wait. You canât. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.
âSsssugu⊠pleaseâŠâ your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.Â
âI got you, baby⊠shhhhhâŠâ He gives a final lick to your scent gland before heâs leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.Â
Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but donât have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You donât know, you donât care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.Â
âGonna knot you good, princess.âÂ
You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes.Â
He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you canât take any more. But you can, and you do. When heâs finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk.Â
âThatâs it. So good, baby. So fucking good.âÂ
Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. Heâs over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like youâre a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and itâs more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly youâre begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard heâs rattling your skull. Heâs licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff youâre afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly youâll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.Â
âFuck,â you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. ââM gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good youâll see fucking stars.â You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. âTell me you didnât take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it wonât go to waste.â Heâs not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. ââM gonna flush âem down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.â
The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yesâŠ
âSuguuu⊠pleaseâŠâ It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.
His lips press to yours, shushing you. âShhh, baby. Donâ worry. I got you.â He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. Youâve never felt more ready for anything.Â
âSuguââÂ
And itâs at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. Itâs pure ecstasy. Suguruâs knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb itâs all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think youâve probably just melted into the mattress. But you havenât, and when your vision returns, youâre panting and staring at the ceiling.Â
Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark heâs just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why youâre here and not at work, what youâre doing. Youâre puzzled by why youâd been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?
Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where youâll stay until his knot softens.Â
âSleep, princess,â he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut itâs not long before youâre lost to a world of comfortable darkness.Â
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You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that.Â
You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. Heâs eating you out, slurping up the cum thatâs leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. Itâs filthy, disgusting, and you love it.
âSuguââ you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, emptyâŠ
âSorry, baby,â he whispers against your skin. Heâs kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. ââY smelled so goodâŠâÂ
You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. Youâre too worried about getting him inside of you to check.
Youâre gasping like youâve never had a breath of air in your life, like youâve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but itâs not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.Â
âM-moreâŠâ you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine.Â
ââS okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care âve you.âÂ
Yes, yes, yes, you think. You donât think youâve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like youâre splitting in half. When heâs finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams.Â
âNo.â Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. âLet me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.âÂ
You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You donât dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. Heâs so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.
When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it.Â
âP-please, please, pleaseââ
He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. Itâs all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.
âTake it all, baby. Good girl. Take it allâŠâÂ
You nod, not even sure what youâre agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.
When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, heâs chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. âMine, mine, mine.â
When you wake again itâs to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and heâs back in your arms, like youâre somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.
The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long itâs been since Suguruâs been locked inside you. If it were up to you, youâd never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, heâs never far away when youâre following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.Â
Itâs ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum⊠no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where youâve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised.Â
When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, itâs to Suguruâs arms and lips. Heâs got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, âwelcome back, babyâ against your neck and suddenly youâre realizing how⊠revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. Youâd always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru⊠they really werenât all that bad.
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testing nanami kentoâs self-control
characters: nanami x fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, riding, cock tease, edging, orgasm denial, begging, creampie notes: it's just so hot to see a man who's always composed start to break down hehe
whenever nanami comes home, his suit and tie are always in pristine condition, even after a long day of work. thereâs never a strand of hair out of place or a speck of dust to be found anywhere. thatâs just how he isâprecise and focused and meticulous, almost to a fault.
even when youâre undressing him, kissing him, bringing your bodies together, he still manages to be so put together that itâs honestly a little frustrating. it makes you want to tease him to the point of torture and go slow enough that he falls apart. so slow that he begs.
you want to see him lose control. you want to ruin him.
pushing nanami down on the bed, you climb on top of him and grab the lube, slicking his cock with a few strokes. heâs already so hard, flushed red and throbbing in your grasp, desperate for more. when he bucks his hips to try and fuck himself in your fist, you let go completely and tsk at him.
âdonât move,â you say, coaxing him. âlet me take care of you today.â
sighing, nanami lies back down, hips going still. you shift yourself so that your pussy is lined up with his cock, using a hand to brush the tip against your folds, never going further than that. this goes on for agonizingly long as you tease the both of you, feeling his hard cockhead poking at your entrance.
you push down a little, applying the slightest of pressure, and hold it there until you hear nanami groan, his cock twitching with arousal. heâs looking at you with lidded eyes, expression dark and hungry. âdarlingâŠâ
but you only grin and move again, this time almost allowing his cock to slip inside you. almost. so close, but not quite there. you drag the head past your entrance, dipping barely inside, before you lift your hips again. nanamiâs breath hitches, chest heaving. he swallows thickly, arms tense by his side, fighting against his instincts to keep himself still.
âahâf-fuckââ
leaning forward to kiss him, you catch his bottom lip and flick your tongue over it. meanwhile, you spread your legs a bit wider and finally, finally sink down so that the very tip nudges inside you. only the tip. nanami is moaning your name in broken pieces, mixed in with a few curses and whimpers.
then you stop. again.
nanami groans in frustration and his hips jerk up involuntarily, but you were expecting it. you move with him, keeping just the tip of his cock in you, maintaining the position and refusing to let him go any deeper.
âwh-what did i do to deserve this teasing?â nanami asks, looking like heâs about to lose it.
you lick your lips and reply honestly, âyouâre always so composed, kento. i want to make you desperate for it, see you completely wrecked for me.â
for a few more seconds, you stay in the same position, unmoving. the stretch of his cock is nice; heâs hardly even really inside you yet, but your pussy is already adjusting to his size, opening up for him. itâs so tempting to take all of him like youâve done many times in the past, to ride him and bring him straight to the edge. but no. not yet. you have a plan to follow through.
lowering your hips just the slightest, you sink down further, taking more of his cockhead until the crown is almost fully inside. you can feel him throbbing against your walls, wanting more but never getting it.
nanami lets out a broken moan, breath stuttering. âyouâre being cruel. how long are you going to make me wait?â
âthat,â you say, âdepends on how long you can hold out.â
as if to punish him, you raise your hips again, smiling wickedly as you pull away until all of him is resting outside your entrance again. itâs hard for you, too; you miss the feeling of having him inside. but you remind yourself that youâre going slow, as slow as you possibly can. slow so that you can watch nanami break.
nanami groans, low and needy. his hands clench and unclench the bedsheets by his sides. âfuck.â
without warning, you drop down again suddenly, less than an inch just so that you have the tip of his cock in you again. nanami gasps, throwing his head back against the pillow. you take in all the sensations: the messy feeling of lube and precum, the way nanamiâs hard cock twitches with desire. how heâs struggling and using every ounce of his willpower to not buck up and thrust into you.
âgood boy,â you lean in to whisper right by nanamiâs ear, watching with delight as he shudders in response. heâs breathing hard, every muscle in his body tensed up.
you keep him there inside you for what seems like forever. every tiny shift of movement is agonizing and extra sensitive, sending waves of pleasure from where you two connect to the rest of your body. you can tell that nanami also feels it, by the way heâs losing control more and more with each passing second.
and thatâs exactly what you want. itâs working. youâre going to break him down piece by piece until heâs nothing but a shaking, writhing, horny mess beneath you.
itâs such a fucking turn on to see nanamiâs self-control slipping, breaths growing ragged, waiting in anticipation for whatever youâre willing to give him next. itâs getting hard for you to hold back as well. you let just a tiny bit more of nanamiâs cock into your pussy so that all of the head is nestled inside and then you start the shallowest, most torturously slow rhythm youâve ever done in your life. hardly moving at all, the most miniscule rolls of your hips to take only the tip of his cock over and over again.
up⊠and downâŠ
up⊠and downâŠ
âo-oh god,â nanami curses, and he canât help rocking his hips to follow your rhythm, matching your pace. he knows better now than to try for anything more, knows that you could take it all away from him at any moment.
each time his cock nudges its way back inside you, your pussy clenches around him. tight, like it doesnât want to let him go. and nanami moans, feeling your walls clamp down on his cock, wishing that he could feel your warmth along the rest of his neglected shaft, too.
he looks delirious now, so fucking aroused with his mouth parted and his eyes hazy and unfocused. his cock throbs and pulses inside you, making him dizzy with pleasure. the shallow thrusts are getting to him, slowly but surely, the sensation building up in tingling layers, bringing him closer to the edge.
honestly, youâre teasing yourself as just much as youâre teasing nanami. with only short strokes of his cock that barely manage to penetrate you, you feel empty, craving for him to hit your deepest parts. on one hand, itâs so fucking hot to drag it out like this, so arousing to see nanami at your mercy. on the other hand, youâre reaching your limit, too.
âbeg,â you say. âtell me how badly you need it. let me hear you beg, kento.â
there seems to be an internal battle going on within nanami as he grits his teeth, trying to resist. but itâs futile; you simply keep moving your hips in that slow, steady rhythm until it becomes unbearable and nanami gives in embarrassingly fast, mind clouded with lust.
âhahâp-please, i canâtâfuck, pleaseââ
âmm,â you consider his words. âplease what?â
nanami chokes out a moan. âi wanna fuck youâah, please, your pussyââ he looks at his aching cock, the precum spilling down the sides, the way his cockhead disappears into you. âlet me comeâi-i needââ then he gasps, âoh shitââ
itâs beyond arousing to hear him like this. in that moment, you donât let him finish his sentence as something snaps within you and you give in to your own desires. your hips slam down on him without warning, burying all of his cock inside you in a single, rapid movement.
an intense wave of pleasure rushes through both of you, every nerve ending igniting at once. you moan, overwhelmed. youâre filled so deep and so fast that it takes a second for you to return to your senses. and nanamiâfuck, the sound he makes, low and guttural, a stuttering, broken moan that should be illegal. his abdomen clenches, thighs shaking. itâs only one full thrust, but you can tell that he almost came right then and there.
âfuck.â his voice sounds destroyed, fucked out. chest heaving, he wants so badly to buck his hips into you until heâs spilling his release into you. it wonât take much more to get him there. but he very carefully doesnât move, still following your orders, still being good.
âk-kento,â you whine, staying there, the sensation of his cock pulsing and splitting you open driving you dangerously close to orgasm as well. you donât dare to move until the pleasure simmers down into something more manageable, until youâre sure that youâve fallen away from the edge.
thatâs when you draw your hips up again. still going slow, so fucking slow that it almost breaks youâbut it breaks nanami too, and thatâs what youâre aiming for.
by this point, nanamiâs composure has completely crumbled. heâs resigned himself to the torture as you restart the aching, brutally slow thrusts. the tip of his cock dips into you, as far as the crown of his cockhead, and then pulls out almost all the way. again and again and again.
youâre dripping wet, the teasing against your pussy reaching an unbearable degree. thereâs nothing you want more than to take nanami fast and deep, to feel him hitting your most sensitive spots instead of just playing with the entrance. but you almost have nanami where you want him and youâre betting on him to give in first.
âpleaseâah, m-moreââ nanami cries out, breathy and horny and frustrated, trembling from the effort of holding himself back.
you keep the same pace, not giving him what he wants. keeping him just on the edge of satisfaction, waiting him out. and itâs infinitely worse now that youâve both had a taste of what you could be getting instead.
your hips move up. then down.
then up again.
the crown of his cockhead catches and releases from your pussy, delicious friction causing your head to spin. nanamiâs neck is arched, looking at you with narrow eyes, aroused beyond his limits.
âf-fuck, fuck,â he rambles nonsensically, body so tense. âpleaseâlet meâiâmâi needâlet me inside youâi c-canât take it anymoreââ
âjust a little longer,â you tell him, and nanami groans. âyou can hold out for a few more minutes, canât you? be a good boy for me.â
those words make a desperate, wrecked sound escape from his lips and his self-control is slipping, slipping, slipping. heâs turning wild under you now, squirming, writhing, frenzied and starved for his release. your own willpower is dissolving at the sight of nanamiâs desperation.
your hips descend on his cock again, clenching tight around the tip. nanami sucks in a sharp breath.
up, agonizingly slow, leaving him throbbing at the loss of contact. this time, you let out a moan, feeling so empty. god, itâs not enough for you either, not nearly fucking enough.
âneed youân-need to feel you,â nanami pleads, whimpering, chanting your name over and over. âplease, please, iâm closeâfuck, iâm soââ
heâs panting, cock twitching madly, and this âthis is exactly what you had been waiting for the whole time: nanami completely ruined, nanami undone by your actions, nanami looking at you with pure hunger and lust, overtaken by arousal. he seems to be right on the edge of pleasure, so close to tipping over, body burning with an orgasm held at bay. youâre sure that when you finally allow him to come, itâll be ecstasy like heâs never felt before, coming harder than he ever has in his life.
and thatâs the end of your limits. you canât deny either of you any longer.
you slam your hips down all at once, plunging nanamiâs hard, aching cock inside you.
âahâ!â
âf-fuuuckââ Â Â
nanami moans, loud and guttural and absolutely wrecked. itâs the hottest thing youâve ever heard. his cock splits you open, so hard and thick, and you fall forward on his chest as your pussy spasms around him.
the sensation is entirely overwhelming, your mind going blank, pleasure jolting along your nerves tenfold, having built up by the teasing and denial.
âo-oh god,â nanami pants. he bends his knees to drive his cock even deeper inside you, and the change in angle makes you fucking delirious. âgood, so goodââ
youâre all out of patience. thereâs no more waiting, no more drawing this out.
looking at nanami, you say, âkento. take what you need. make yourself come.â you swirl your hips in a circular motion, feeling his cock hitting every corner inside you, and both of you moan at the same time. âfuck me.â
something sparks in nanamiâs eyes, washed over by a fresh wave of arousal. before you know it, heâs flipped the two of you over so that youâre now lying on your back and heâs propped up above you. his eyes stare into yours, so intense, and thatâs when you know: heâs going to devour you.
with a growl, nanami begins to move, pulling out his cock just enough to shove it back into you. hard and fast and so, so fucking deep. your mouth parts but no sound comes out. you canât think straight; your pussy feels so full, stretched tight around his aching cock.
âkentoâkentoââ
but nanami isnât listening to you anymore. heâs so wound up, so fucking turned on beyond reason, that he canât hold back anymore. he starts thrusting wildly and unrestrained using short, quick rolls of his hips to drive his cock into you. each inch that enters you burns with pleasure and the room fills with the filthy sounds of your moans, of nanami pounding his cock into you again and again.
âthis is payback,â he says, voice low and raspy. it makes you shudder to think about what he has in store for you. âi'm gonnaâhahâgonna fuck you until you scream. fill you up with my come. shit, and i wonât stop until youâre coming on my cock like the naughty fucking girl you are.â
nanamiâs hips are stuttering but his pace never falters. his next thrust hits that sweet spot inside you, making you arch off the bed and gasp, sparks of pleasure dancing along your spine. and now that nanami has found it, he aims there every time, knowing how sensitive it is, how it brings you that much closer to the edge.
moaning, itâs all you can to do keep up with the brutal thrusts. your stomach coils, orgasm building and building, threatening to take over your body. it feels so fucking good. nanamiâs cock is pushing deep inside you, hard and fast, pulsing against your walls, stretching you open. he uses a hand to find your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub, and you cry out, hips bucking up to chase the sensation, clenching around his cock on instinct.
âohâfuck, k-kento, i'mâi'm comingââ
the pleasure crests and your arousal spikes. you know that you wonât be able to endure it for much longer. and nanami is right there with you, thrusts turning erratic and desperate.
âm-me too,â he says, grunting. âcome. donât hold back. come for me, baby.â
one, two more thrusts and youâre moaning his name, body convulsing in waves. nanami fucks you through it, sending aftershocks to your nerves, and then heâs coming too, releasing everything thatâs built up inside of him in spurts. heâs loud when he comes, mouth next to your ear; louder than youâve ever heard him, riled up by all the teasing. his cock twitches inside you and his hips slow, eventually go still.
god, itâs so damn hot that it almost makes you want to fuck him all over again.
for a moment, both of you lie there, catching your breaths. then nanami pulls out slowly, careful not to overstimulate you. he holds you like that and you melt in his arms, all the strength leaving your body.
ânext time,â nanami says, sounding defeated, âyouâre going to be the one begging for it.â
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Steve goes to a gay club for the first time alone. He and Robin, they'd talked about it since moving to Chicago, but every time they made plans he got cold feet.
But on a random, rainy Saturday with Robin back home in Hawkins, he decides fuck it, puts on his sluttiest jeans and polo, and goes to the damn club. He's sick of being nervous--he's going to make out with a guy for the first time tonight.
The club is crowded, loud, sweaty, the energy a pulsing wave. He's overwhelmed immediately, but it's invigorating. He pushes towards the bar, orders a beer, then cozies himself against the nearest wall.
He sips his drink and watches beautiful men dance and kiss and play, and he wants to be part of it, get out there, find his own person to get close to but--
What if none of this is for him? He feels out of place in his clothes, with his hairstyle, an old version of himself that doesn't belong in this world.
There's a swell of sound at the bar, and he glances over, expecting drunks or fighting. Instead, he sees a guy who makes his plans to leave slip straight from his mind.
He's unlike any other person there, even within his group. Long, curly hair, visible tattoos, ripped black jeans, a faded black t-shirt under a big leather jacket. He moves with purpose and grace, obviously uncaring about fitting in.
Steve can't stop watching him, transfixed. He buys another beer, settles back against his wall. He knows it's weird, but can't bring himself to care. Not when it's helping him feel more comfortable in his own skin.
The guy, he's vibrant, the brightest spot, his laughter reaching Steve even over the pounding music.
He's beautiful.
The lights flash, illuminating his face and recognition hits Steve like a fist. It's Eddie Munson, former freak of Hawkins High.
Steve's spine straightens, chest tightening. He can't believe--I mean there were rumors about Eddie in school, but he's here, right now, in Chicago, and Steve--Steve--
He abandons the remains of his beer, rushing out the door.
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Steve goes back the next night.
He doesn't mean to; didn't have any plans to do it, but the clock turns to 9 and he pulls on the same slutty jeans, this time with an old blue t-shirt a size too small.
It's not because Eddie could be there again, he reassures himself as he shows the bouncer his ID. It's not like he wants to see him or has been thinking about him nonstop. No, it's because tonight's the night he finally makes a move. He needed a test run to find his footing, but now--
Eddie's at the bar. His hair is pulled up, loose tendrils around his face. No jacket this time; the rolled up sleeves of his black t-shirt showing off his wiry muscles, the swirling ink of his tattoos. Something low and hot clenches in Steve's stomach.
There's no way he's going to be preoccupied with Munson tonight. He came here to flirt and dance and maybe get lucky, and he'll ignore Eddie. He will.
Steve orders a beer, sits at the bar this time, his eyes lingering on black ink and pale skin. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the ease and assurance Eddie moves with. He's so unafraid to take up space, it's intoxicating.
He loses track of Munson when he orders a second drink, his face no longer immediately visible in the crowd. Disappointment sinks his stomach until a voice to his left says, "You better be planning to buy me a drink, pretty boy."
The voice is low, oddly melodic, and he turns to find Eddie Munson's sparkling brown eyes gazing down at him. He's surprised, hides it, says, "Sure. What are you having?"
Eddie's mouth opens, but his eyes narrow. "Wait--Steve Harrington??"
"Um." His mouth goes dry. "Munson. Hi?"
"I--uh--wouldn't think this was your scene." Eddie shifts back, puts distance between them, and Steve hates it. Hates that Munson thinks the space is necessary, hates that he used to a person that made people feel that way.
"Yeah, well. A lot has changed since high school."
"Is that right? Surely not this much."
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Eddie's eyebrow lifts, but his mouth is a tight line. "Have a cigarette with me."
Steve nods and follows him out a side door into a narrow alley. Eddie pulls out two cigarettes, hands one to Steve. There's something about the cold politeness that sends a fizzle of disappointment down his spine.
"What brings you here?" Eddie asks.
"To Chicago or to this club?"
"Don't be cute."
"Can't help it." He smirks and Eddie rolls his eyes. "I moved to Chicago three months ago with my best friend, Robin. I'm at this club trying to explore my bisexuality."
Eddie's in the middle of taking a drag, splutters on the smoke. "Holy Shit."
He shrugs, knows he's blushing. "What can I say? I've spent the last few years learning about myself."
"And one of the things was that you like dick?"
"Looks like it."
'Well, goddamn, Steve Harrington."
"Impressed?"
Eddie licks his lips, steps closer. "Maybe I am."
"I aim to please." Steve lets himself grin.
"I bet you do," Eddie's voice goes even lower, and heat dances deep in Steve's stomach. "Wanna dance?"
"Thought you'd never ask." Steve blinks up at Eddie from under his eyelashes.
They go inside and join the bodies packed on the dance floor. At first, they keep their distance, dancing and laughing with an arm's length between them, but it's not long before they're drawn together, arms twining, legs pressed together. Their eyes lock, Steve can't look away, wouldn't even if he wanted to. Eddie's hands go to his waist, pull him closer.
"You're gorgeous, Harrington," he says it with his lips pressed to Steve's ear, goosebumps spreading across his skin.
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course."
Eddie's mouth presses closer. "I used to have the biggest crush on you in high school."
"Fuck, Eddie," he says. "That's so--"
"Weird?"
"Fucking hot, dude."
"Can I tell you another secret?" Eddie's voice is all rumble.
"Course,"
"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."
"You could do something about it."
Eddie smiles, eyes going darker, almost predatory. He leans in, their breath mingling, Steve's hitching.
"You sure you want me to?" Eddie asks, mouth barely brushing Steve's.
"Please," and it comes out like he's been punched.
He thinks the kiss will be hard, hot, but Eddie's hand is gentle as it cups the back of his head, slowly pulls him in. It's a soft meeting of mouths, almost tender. His head is swimming, blood thrumming low and hot and sweet. He parts his lips and then all he can feel, taste, sense is Eddie.
It cracks something inside him, and his fingers dig into the fabric of Eddie's shirt, eagerly licking into his mouth. It must crack something in Eddie too, because he's hauling Steve impossibly closer until his legs have to wrap around Eddie's waist, or they're falling.
They break apart with a breathless laugh, both red cheeked and bright eyed. They don't move apart, instead they dance and make out until the music stops and the lights come up.
Eddie twines their fingers together as they walk to the exit, Steve sweaty and elated and a little head over heels.
Out on the sidewalk, basking in the cool air, Eddie stops him. "Can I--uh, take you for a drink? Or back to my place? I don't--not to assume, but I--"
"Both. Anywhere," Steve laughs. "I don't want this night to end."
Eddie's smile is brilliant, heart stopping. "Your wish is my command."
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no contact with gojo never really meant no contact. heâd still be at your apartment, waiting for you in his favorite bean bag that youâd bought just for him. you were sure you took his key away during the very first break up. how the hell did he keep getting in?
âsatoru..?â you shook your head as soon as you walked in the door. of course heâs here, you shouldâve known. if only youâd stayed at shokoâs for the night like you were planning to. the white-haired bastard sat in his usual spot, eyes shut, legs spread, and head leaned back on a pillow. almost as if he was sleeping and you were interrupting him, like he wasnât the one breaking and entering.
the man perked up from his seat at the sound of your voice, finally you were back. he was waiting here for hours, it even crossed his mind to go track you down. he let out a low chuckle that eventually turned into a fit of laughter.
âyouâve got some nerve yâknow?â he took one glance at you before licking his lips and running his hands through his hair. you were driving him crazy, dressed in that tiny little dress that barely covered anything. who knows how many creeps were staring at you while he wasnât there, staring at whatâs his.
âwhyâre you coming home this late (y/n)?â you scrunched your face at his question, resisting the urge to laugh in his face. no way he was really asking you this?
you shrugged your shoulders while throwing your purse on a random coat rack. âweâre not together anymore.. it doesnât concern you,â
there he goes again. the burst of laughter, and random claps that went along with it. he made you feel like every word that came out of your mouth was a joke and you hated it. one of the very reasons you both werenât together now.
he tapped his lap, signaling he wanted you there and now. the look on his face had an edge to itâ showing he was clearly done playing games, though that still didnât make you move an inch.
ânuh uh,â he kissed his teeth when you crossed your arms. ânone of that shit. câmere mama, donât make me say it again okay?â
you didnât know why, you didnât even have time to register it but your body was moving on itâs own. it mustâve recognized the tone of his voice, and you didnât realize what was happening until it was too late.
rough hands gripped your waist and pushed you down until your chest was hitting his. the two of you sat in silence as you nuzzled your head into his neck, the ink behind his ear catching your attention.
he had your name branded on his skin in a gorgeous red, big enough for all eyes to see. and you had his.. right on the lower part of your back, sitting pretty between your back dermals.
a hand wrapped around your neck and forced you to meet his icy glare. gojo smiled that beautiful smile before leaning to your ear, âill kill anyone that tries to take you from me. yâknow that, yeah?â
you knew better than to ignore him, causing you to give him a small nod. the hand on your neck shifted to your waist, then down to your ass where he ripped that fucking dress straight down the middle.
his thumb ran across the healed ink on your skin, a sense of pride filling him. ânever forget what this means (y/n). youâre mine âtil we both die, itâs too late to back out now.â he trailed off, tracing his name over all parts of your body.
âand get rid of these fuckinâ dresses too. only want you wearinâ them for me.â a chuckle fell from his lips, but you knew he wasnât joking and you couldnât help but to laugh along with him.
yeah.. maybe you were just as bad at no contact as him.
©rissouu 2024 (idk im jus in my toxic gojo era rn)..
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âšThe Fashionistaâš
Rise Ramblings #234
While watching âThe Clothes Donât Make The Turtle,â I noticed something.
I found it interesting that Raph, Mikey, and Leo were content with Raphâs outfit choice until Donnie stated that he wasnât âin love with it, yaâ know.â
Suddenly, Raph declares âIâm a disaster!â Albeit ridiculously endearing, it was a little strange to see his sudden shift from moderately content to absolute dissatisfaction. HuhâŠ
Then, the disaster twins decide to help him out.
Take a note of their outfit choices.
Raph tries on all of these fits and more.
Donnieâs first choice is a mild âno.â Leoâs choice is a hard âNO.â (Not surprising, lol.) But then, the overwhelming consensus lands on Raphâs fourth outfit, which ended up being Donatelloâs other pick for his brother.
So, in summary, Raph tried on his personal choice for an outfit, of which they rejected. Then, ultimately, Donatello picked out an outfit for his brother, and that pick ended up being perfect. HmmâŠ
Then I noticed something else. In this episode, we never get a Donnie âcurtain revealâ moment, to our disdain. I mean, Raph, Leo, and Mikey got to try on several different outfits in order to get their brothers' opinions before landing on that âperfect outfit, you know the one.â All of his brothers got to shine. Why not DonTron?
Then it hit me.
The try-ons were to get their brothers' opinions and approval. And, for his brothers' choices, he was a major contributor in assisting them in pulling their looks together.
What if, bear with me, Donnie didnât need the "curtain scene" because he was so confident in his fashion sense that he didnât need to ask his brothers for help to pick out a great look.
âŠor they figured out how to break Hypnoâs spell before he could get a âcurtain reveal.â BUT STILL-
Look at his outfit choices in this episode. Some of his wardrobe changes were off-screen, but all of them were fire.
(I added the baseball cap pic because it makes me happy. I wish we'd seen more of that fit.)
To me, he makes some really smart choices for himself, pushing the envelope of what is expected and taking chances: an open collar with no tie for a âblack tieâ event, a beanie and spiked wristbands for their âgansta look,â no socks with loafers (a viral fashion trend that actually began in Africa) with old man slacks in his reclined pose. *muah* Chefâs kiss!
But Donâs fashion sense doesnât just shine in this episode.
In âReparinâ the Baronâ the boys go to Draxumâs apartment. Leo and Donnie show up in some extra nice âSunday Dinnerâ twin drip.
The gold is in the details. Everything Leo is wearing, Donnie rocks its compliment: for Leoâs round collar, Donnieâs is angled, for Leoâs blue shirt, Donnieâs is white, For Leoâs light slacks, Donnieâs are dark. Blah blah blah. Itâs so good!
Look at the winter fit in Snow Day.
Again, Donnie is Leoâs perfect compliment. As a pair? Fire.
Donnie has âthe eye.â I can go on and on with examples, but Iâve said all of that to say thisâŠ
In the future, we see that Donatelloâs technology had major pull in the resistance. He had drone ships patrolling the skies. He built and designed Leoâs arm, Caseyâs chainsaw-hockey stick, and Casey's mask. The list goes onâŠ
But, when Donatello from the past seeâs Caseyâs clothing from the future, he says this:
We know about the âGenius Builtâ brand. Weâve seen that logo on all of his tech up to this point. But, here he didnât just say âGenius Built.â He said, âGenius Built Apparel.â
âApparelâ is not a tech brand. âApparelâ is a fashion brand. Of course, tech is incorporated into the clothing, but still.
This means that past Donatello secured this trademark with plans of creating a fashion brand, comparable to the likes of Gucci, Ralph Lauren, or any other modern clothing brand, as a subsidiary of âGenius Built,â the tech company.
And why not? The evidence has been in front of us this entire time. He has a sharp eye for style, fashion, and trends. It is easily canon that he can sew. Splinter sewed their ninja garbs in âInsane in the Mama Train,â and there is a sewing machine in the house.
They already learned Ninjutsu through basically osmosis, so learning to sew is not too far-fetched.
And here it is, right in front of us, Caseyâs entire ensemble, from mask, to weapons, to clothing, was made by Donatello in the middle of the apocalypse under the brand name âGenius Built Apparel.â
And that was just in the bad future. Resources were limited, they didnât have access to much of anything in that broken world as they were survivors of a devastating Krang invasion. Yet, he created all of this.
However, now that theyâve changed the future, his future as a fashion designer is limitless. Think of what Donatello could produce with unlimited resources, unlimited technology, and unlimited creative freedom.
Tech genius. Clothing designer. Fashionista. Future Genius Built Apparel Owner and CEO. Iâm sorry, but I have to call it...
Donatello Hamato of the present, of the bad future, and of the good future is a fashion icon, the likes of which the world has never seen. ââââ
Update: I've decided to make this concept into a mini-comic series!
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A multi-headcanon request please. How the boys react when they discover their s/o has been hiding a wound from them because she had it under control and didn't want to give them something else to worry about
Hi! Thanks so much for the request and all the support! Have written a little fic for each of the guys, starring... - Xavier, Deepspace Hunter extraordinaire âš - Linkon's worst best baking partner, Zayne đȘ - Drama queen Rafayel đ - King of self-care, Sylus đ
Putting On A Brave Face
L&DS Boys x Reader
Summary: Sometimes, a certain hunter likes to say things are fine when they definitely aren't...
Genre: A lil bit of angst, mostly fluff + comfort!
Warnings/Additional tags: female reader, established relationship, swearing, canon pet names, some injury details/blood mentioned, teeeeency bit of suggestion (I'm looking at YOU, Sylus...)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
Xavier â
This is bad. Not âend of everything as we know itâ bad, but definitely âan obscene amount of paperworkâ bad.
You clutch one of your pistols to your chestâ deep breathâ and you listen carefully, your head leant back against the rock youâre using as cover. Your mind latches on to every sound: each growl, each rumble of earth that marks the movements of the Wanderers that have trapped you here.
Youâve fought worse odds, but then again, you donât usually have to do it with a broken leg.
Or maybe just sprained? You shift a little, trying to move, and the pain that sears through you settles the debate in an instant. Your teeth sink into the back of your hand to keep you from crying out.
You hope Xavierâs ok. You sent him your co-ordinates minutes ago, and the lack of response has worry gnawing away at the deepest parts of you. You check your hunterâs watch.
Still nothing.
Another deep breath, and you readjust your position as much as you can. Balancing on your good leg, you manage to peer over the top of the rock to get a visual of your surroundings.
Thereâs four, noâ five Wanderers. Stupid no-hunt zone; youâre never not outnumbered.
You can see your second pistol, abandoned in the middle of the clearing where youâd dropped it. Thereâs flickers of movement, too: further in the woods. More Wanderers. Shit.
You duck behind the rock youâre starting to think might be your new home. Then your watch flickers, broadcasting a map of the area, and thereâs the co-ordinates of another hunter, closing in fast.
Something flashes in the clearing, lighting the dark of the forest like a stutter of lightning. Then again. Then again. Thereâs a blood-curdling roar, and it endsâ abruptâ with another flash.
Everything goes silent, save for a familiar voice calling your name.
âXavier!â you call back.
You peek over the rock to see your partner jogging towards you, dead Wanderers littered behind him. âAre you alright?â he asks, his voice soft as always, but his sword is still dripping blood.
âIâm ok.â You clamber up, using the rock as a seat when the small effort almost breaks you. âYou?â
Xavier draws closeâ his gloved hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. His thumb grazes over a shallow scrape on your brow. âYeah,â he answers.
âDid you find that weird Wanderer?â
He shakes his head: no. Steps back to check his watch. âItâs probably moved on to a different zone by now.â
âThen we should look for it,â you say, standing up. All of your weight is on one leg.
âAh,â Xavier ponders, rubbing his neck, âreally? I thought we should maybe head back.â
âNo need.â And whatâs the plan here, exactly? You canât walk. You definitely canât fight. Maybe you can wait here while heâ no. Heâs never going to leave you. âI told you Iâm ok.â
âBut youâre not.â
âI am,â you assert. Youâre determined to convince him and your own, useless body. Itâs just a sprain. It is just a sprain. You take a step forwards and stumble, your bad leg crumpling beneath you.
Xavier catches you, strong and solid, and he's holding you like youâre something delicate. He sets you down on the rock again. The pain is making your vision swim.
âYouâre hurt,â he reasons gently, even though the truth of it is a knife thatâs twisting in your heart. He seems to sense your reluctance: âThereâs no shame in admitting that. It happens. Letâs go back.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm slowing you down, Xavier!â you gush. Your heart is split open and it has to bleed somewhere. âYou have no idea what itâs like⊠being your partner.â
Heâs looking at you with so much guilt and gods, you wish that somewhere was anywhere but his hands. âWhat do you mean?â he asks on a shaky breath. Â
âI love working with you.â Soften the blow. âI love being with you, but you donât need me. Youâre this incredible hunter. This figure of legend, of everyoneâs stories. You can do so much on your own and I just donât know how to keep up. I mean, look at meâ I canât.â
You feel sick. Empty. âYou shouldnât have to hang back for me,â you finish limply. âYouâre you, Xavier. You can fight like a hundred Wanderers and still come out unscathed.â
The blue of Xavierâs eyes has grown understandably more turbulent, though it settles a little. He seems to relax. âYeah⊠about that,â he mumbles hesitantly.
He turns around and your mouth drops. A savage cut drapes like a crimson sash down his back, splitting the white of his uniform. Itâs not deep enough to be fatal, but itâs not good, either.
âWhaâ Xavier!â you exclaim, trying to surge forwards, but your pain keeps you rooted. âYou said you were ok!â
âSo did you,â he frowns, bewildered. âCan we get out ofââ
âYeah, yeah.â You let him take your arm and help you to your feet.
He leads you through the clearing and into the forest, supporting your weight as you hop along beside him. Thereâs a murmur about how he should carry you, but youâre quick to reassure him heâs doing enough. Youâre both hurting; you both just need to survive the short walk out of the no-hunt zone, where a med team can take over.
âYou donât slow me down, you know,â Xavier says quietly, after a minute of silence. âYouâre the reason I can keep going.â
You squeeze his arm affectionately, mustering a smile even though youâre nauseous with pain and the idea that heâs been dwelling on your speech this whole time. âWell,â you chuckle through gritted teeth, âyouâre gonna have to learn how to get by without me.â
âHuh?â He gives you a curious look.
You glance down at your leg. âZayneâs gonna kill me...â
Zayne â
âIâm a doctor.â
You stop what youâre doing to fix Zayne with a questioning stare. âOkâŠ?â
âIâve published dozens of research papers. Pioneered new surgical techniques. My work on Evol-based regenerative properties still has lasting implications for my field, and Iâve the accolades to show for it. The Starcatcher Award. The Linde Award, tooâ I was the youngest ever recipient.â
None of this is news to you, and you canât help chuckling at this change in your usually-humble physician. You humour him: âThe youngest ever recipient, huh?â Thereâs a crack as you split an egg on the side of the bowl in front of you. âThatâs very impressive.â
âIs it?â
Zayne stands from his seat at your kitchen table: you hear the chair draw back. You feel his presence arrive behind you as you continue to stir your soon-to-be cookie dough. âYeah,â you lilt with a smile.
âReally?â he pushes again, and his arms wrap around you as he bends to speak into your ear. âBecause someone seems to think I canât even recognise aââ he nips at itâ âsprained ankle.â
His breath is warm on your neck and you let out a giggle. âKeep speaking to me like that and these cookies are never making it into the oven. Or your stomach.â
The man relents. He releases you, not returning to his seat but opting to lean against the kitchen counter instead. You glance up at him; he stares back, waiting for an actual answer.
âMy ankle is fine, Zayne.â
Thereâs a sigh as he crosses his arms.
âIt is,â you insist, even though you did sprain your ankle at work today, it does hurt like hell, and you do just want to sit down. You reach for the flour youâd measured out previously, tipping it into the larger bowl. âIf it wasnât, would I really be hereâ making you cookies?â
âYes,â he says plainly.
âYouâre delusional.â
âOk.â Â
Well, that was a little too easy. Donât overthink it, and definitely donât read into the fact that heâs standing there oh-so-smugly, like he knows something you donât. You finish stirring the flour into the mixture, then add the last of the ingredients. Just a pinch of salt, and thenâŠ
Where did you put the chocolate chips? You glance about yourself but theyâre nowhere in sight. âHey, Zayne? Have you seen theââ
âThis cupboard,â he indicates with an upwards nod of his head. His eyes are relentless. âTop shelf.â
Ah. Thatâs ok. Youâve totally got this. You move beneath the cupboard, opening it and gazing up into the contents. You can see the pack of chocolate chips. You can get up there somehow, right?
âWould you like me toââ Zayne starts, but you cut him off:
âNope.â You put your hands on your hips. âPleaseâ if I can climb the back of an alive, awake, and very angry deluge wyrmlord to put a sword through its skull, I think I can make it onto the kitchen counter in one piece. Lemme justâŠâ
Your knee lifts. You make it about a centimetre from the floor before Zayneâs hands are on your waist, grounding you. âStop,â he instructs, and it's not a tone that allows for any rebuttal. Satisfied by your silence, he brings the chocolate chips down to you.
âThanks,â you say quietly as theyâre placed on the counter.
âYouâre welcome."
Sheepishly, you spill a generous amount of chocolate chips into the cookie mixture. Your throat hurts in the way that keeps you from saying anything more. You already feel like an idiot, and your eyes are watering, threatening to make you look like even more of one.
Zayneâs hand appears in front of you, hovering over the bowl. You laugh in understanding: giving the half-empty bag another shake so chocolate chips fall into his palm.
âYou⊠donât have to explain yourself,â he says as he lifts them to his mouth. His next words are muffled: âBut you can tell me anything, my love. I never want you to feel as though you canât.â
You chuckle again; you canât help yourself. Look at him: your oh-so-serious doctor shovelling chocolate into his mouth. He raises an eyebrow at you, his lips still on his palm.
âI know I can tell you anything,â you smile, the ache in your throat receding, however much the rest of you hurts. âI did sprain my ankle. Itâs not that I wanted to hide it from you, itâs justââ you stop stirring the mixtureâ âitâs just that your whole life is taking care of people at the hospital. You should get a break from it. You should get to be Zayne, here⊠at home. Just Zayne, not Doctor Zayne.â
Zayneâs hazel eyes have taken on a hue of regret. He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, buying himself a few seconds as he contemplates. âAre you a doctor?â he asks after a moment.
âNo?â
âAnd yet, here you are, taking care of me.â He reaches for the abandoned packet of chocolate chips. âTell me, does it feel like work to you?â
âYeah,â you tease, drawing the packet away from his stretching fingers in explanation; youâre both grinning.
âWell, it never feels like work to me. Just Zayne likes taking care of you. And right now? He wants to bundle you up on the sofa and finish these cookies for you.â
You purse your lips: thatâs some dubious wording. âZayne, hell will freeze over before I leave you and this cookie dough unsupervised.â
He shushes you, pulling on the cord of your apron until the bow at your back comes loose. Before you can protest, heâs wearing the apron himself.
âZayne, Iâm not kidding. I know what youâre gonna do. Youâre gonna get rid of me, and then youâllââ
âShh,â he coos again, whisking you carefully off your feet, because itâs time for a taste of your own medicine. âYouâre delusional.â
Rafayel đ„
âMmhmm. Mmhmm.â
âRaf, who are youââ
He holds out a finger to shush you. âMmhmm.â
You cross your arms impatiently. Who is he even talking to, anyway? His lilac eyes are locked on you as he continues humming away, apparently very invested in whatever the person on the phone is saying; youâve never seen him go this long without talking.
He narrows his eyes at you. You narrow your eyes right back.
All around you, guests of the exhibition are milling about, all dressed to the nines and minding their business, however much they want the attention of the man in front of you. A few of them linger as they pass him, like they want to say something, like theyâre going to say somethingâŠ
But they donât.
Itâs a wonder that Rafayel stands out in the crowd as much as he does. Youâd seamlessly located him, back from your third trip to the bathroom to check on the bandages youâve managed to conceal beneath this dress. Heâs still holding your purse for you, his phone in his other hand, exceptâ
Thatâs your phone. Thatâs your phone! âRafayel!â
He shushes you again. âI understand,â he says solemnly, notably not to you, âthanks for letting me know.â The call is ended. He takes a deep, collected breath, then looks at you. âI knew it!â
âKnew what? Who was that?â
âZayne.â
âYou called Zayne?â
âLike I had a choice!â Rafayel retaliates. It is true; heâs spent the entire evening trying to get you to admit something was wrong, and you had no intention of giving him that pleasure. âYouâre supposed to be in the hospital! What kind of idiot breaks out of the hospital?â
The lack of irony in the question almost breaks you. âUmm⊠you?! Like every other week?!â
He shrugs. âThatâs different.â
âRafayel, I swear, Iâm gonnaâ ah!â you gasp in pain. Youâd stepped forwards too quicklyâ maybe to strangle him, but thatâs neither here nor thereâ and the wound on your side is clearly on his side. It stings like hell: punishing you, and you know the pain is self-inflicted.
Rafayel frowns in concern, maybe even guilt, and thatâs why you didnât tell him. âCâmon, we should go,â he insists gravely.
âItâs fine, Raf. It doesnât evenââ
âStop lying! You said you wouldnât hide stuff like this from me. You promised, remember?â
Youâre losing track of all the promises youâve made to the Lemurian, but you do remember that one. Guilt has its teeth in you, too. âI know,â you grumble, âIâm sorry, ok? I just knewââ
âWhat?â
âThat youâd act like this! Youâve been working on this exhibition for months, Raf. Tonight is supposed to be about you. Not meâ you. And I want it to stay that way. Everyoneâs here to celebrate you and your work, and thatâs how it should be. Thatâs what I want. To support you. To be here for you.â
Your voice has gone timid. You finish meekly: âCanât you let me do this for you? Please?â
Rafayelâs eyes are wide and still the prettiest things youâve ever seen, even in a room full of masterpieces and jewels you could never afford. They shine with uncertainty, but soften as he smiles, full of fondness and affection. âThatâs sweet. But also? Really dumb.â
âRafââ
âThe onlyâ and I mean onlyâ reason Iâm here tonight is because you are. I donât care about what anyone thinks about me or my paintings. Just you. And you can see this?â He gestures around the gallery. âAnytime. My lifeâs your private exhibition, cutie. Exclusive access, 24/7, and I wouldnât want it any other way.â
He steps closer to you: close enough that he can see the tear thatâs made it halfway down your cheek. He wipes it away with a chuckle. âPlus,â he adds, âI know you know Iâm amazing. You donât need these old sourpusses to tell you that, do you?â
You laugh tentatively. âNo, I donât.â
Your injury protests as you use the lapels on Rafayelâs blazer to pull him closer; you have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Heâs still grinning as he draws away, a light blush on his cheeks, but the sweetness of the moment vanishes as his gaze drifts lower.
âMy eyes are up here, Rafayel.â
âYeahâŠâ he concedes mindlessly, but then he points: âyou know youâre like, bleeding, right?â
You glance downwards to where the red of your dress is turning darker. Thereâs just a small splotch, but itâs growing. Shit. You must have reopened the wound.
âThomas?â you hear Rafayel call, and then heâs stuffing a silk handkerchief into your handsâ helping you apply pressure. âWe have to get out of here,â he explains as a figure joins you.
His agent folds his arms; this is not dissimilar to stunts you and Rafayel have pulled before. âFake blood, guys? Really?â He pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou canât leave, Rafayel. I can just see the headlines tomorrowâŠâ
âDashing artist selflessly flees exhibition to save devoted bodyguard,â Rafayel concurs with a nod.
Thomas groans. âThatâs not what theyâre going toââ
âHelp me out with this, cutie?â
âYes, sir,â you mock salute.
A moment later, Rafayel has scooped you up into his arms. Your hero; he gives you a conspiratorial wink before glancing about frantically. âQuickly!â he cries out. âEveryone out of the way, please!â
âFor the love ofââ Thomas starts.
âOh, gods!â you shout in agony. âIt hurts. It hurts!â
Heads turn. Cameras flash.
Tomorrow morning, half of Linkon will be talking about one of their favourite celebrities and his long-envied bodyguard. A news article will pop-up on her doctorâs phone, and heâll see the pictures and sigh.
Sylus đ©ž
âItâs not too late to back down, sweetie,â Sylus sneers.
âAw, but you got all dressed up for the occasion.â
Your eyes rake over the outline of the manâs abs, courtesy of the tank top heâs wearing, and it does take the sting out of the fact that heâll be trying to hit you. He holds his wrapped hands before him, ready to defend, ready to attack. Heâll probably attack, right?
âLast chance,â he growls.
âIs it, though?â This is the third âlast chanceâ youâve been given in the five minutes youâve been teetering on combat. You beckon him with a curl of your fingers. âCome on, Sylus. This is getting old.â
He scoffs: âHow do you think I feel?â
âLike youâre about to get your ass kicked?â
âAlright, enough.â His hands drop and it feels like youâre back at the academy, about to be scolded for not taking something seriously. Sylus turns his back on you. Moves to the edge of the boxing ring so he can retrieve a stool from outside of it and sit down in a huff. He starts peeling the wraps from his knuckles, andâ wait, is he mad? Like, actually mad?
âWhatâs wrong, Sy?â
He laughs as though youâre missing something dreadfully obvious. Maybe irony.
âSylus?â
âYou really are heartless, sweetie. You know that?â
The words steal your breath away, if only for a moment. Yours is a relationship of pulled punches, but he wonât meet your gaze and that one was real, wasnât it? He wanted it to sting. âWhyââ
âI could have hurt you,â he snaps, his dishevelled, snowy hair falling to cover his eyes. His discarded wraps slide from his hands, pooling by his feet like blood. âYou were going to let me hurt you.â
He looks at you, finally, but itâs not in the way you want. His gaze is cast low, trailing over your body and making you feel every bruise, every closed cut that wants to reopen and every ache, rooted almost to bone. Youâd done your best to hide it, even going so far as to press make-up hastily over your purpled skin.
That Wanderer really did a number on you yesterday. Â
âYou should have told me,â Sylus says, since youâve made it onto the same page. âHonestly, kitten. Why would youââ
âBecause Luke and Kieran told me, ok?â
Oh, theyâre going to kill you. It was supposed to be a secret, and here you are, spilling like a fresh wound because you canât stand the thought of Sylus being upset with you. You step closer, scrambling to dissect what youâve done right in front of his eyesâ holding it out to him: this is why. This is why. âThey said you had a rough week. Some deals of yours had fallen through or something. And Iâve been too busy. I havenât called, I havenât even texted, andâŠâ
You need him to understand, but the truth is a mess in your hands and how do you even start to explain it to him?
âYou wanted to do something for me,â he finishes for you, and you donât have to explain a thing.
âYeahâŠâ you confirm, bittersweet and still sad. âYou do so much for me, Sylus. I just wanted to do what you wanted, for a change.â
Maybe itâs a round of boxing. Maybe itâs a dozen illicit dealings where he needs you to play enforcerâ it doesnât matter. As long as heâs happy.
âCome here,â he orders gently.
You close the rest of the rift between you, letting him reach for you and pull you closer. His knees have spread so you can slot against him, and his arms circle around youâ trapping youâ as he nuzzles into the warmth of your stomach.
âIâm sorry I called you heartless,â he speaks into you, his voice muffled as he gives you a chaste kiss. He then cranes his head upwards, resting his chin against you so he can profess more clearly: âI do worry about you, kitten.â
âI knowââ your hands move to his headâ âIâm sorry too. I shouldnât have lied to you.â
âMmm,â he hums in accordance, maybe even forgiveness, and his eyes close as your fingers card through the soft of his hair. âI lied too.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he confesses on a contented sigh. âI didnât want to spend today⊠boxing.â
âWhat do you want to do today, Sy?â
His eyes flicker open and his hands find your hips. âWhat I really wantâŠâ he contemplates, as his thumbs slip under the hem of your shirt to rub circles on your skin, âis to take care of you.â
There are lifetimes of need in his gaze.
âWonât you let me take care of you, sweetie?â
âŠ
âIf he finds the terms so disagreeable, then heâs more than welcome to take his business elsewhere. Althoughââ Sylusâs voice is coldâ âhe might find his other options less⊠amenable than when he saw them last. Less communicative, too. You can tell him I said so.â
He ends the phone call. Smiles. âSorry about that, sweetie.â
âAre the boys ok?â
The smile widens, even though you canât see it. âTheyâre fine.â
Phone set aside, Sylus carries on with the important business Kieranâs call had distracted him from. Youâre half asleep, your head in his lap as he brushes your hair: rose-scented and soft from the bath heâd drawn for you, hours ago. Every bandage is fresh and clean. Every ache has been dulled with a lazy massage and more chaste kisses, for good measure.
âPerfect day,â you mumble blissfully.
âPerfect day,â Sylus agrees.
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MAYA, I MANIFESTED MY DREAM LIFE!!!!
Okay, I don't know if you remember me, but I participated in a lot of your challenges and the Pinkâs challenge, and I found some success! I shifted to my wr and manifested some things, but I could never do it consistently, and it was really fucking annoying.
So, I took three months off and worked hard, using subliminals every day and going on affirmation rampages. I was doing lucid dreaming methods, SATs, meditations, yoga nidra, reading spiritual books literally my whole summer was dedicated to shifting and the void state. I was eat sleeping and breathing it because I could not continue to live the way I was even I can even consider that living âŠ
So What did I do
I just followed your challenge because college was starting, and I couldn't go back to school without my dream life for the fourth time, fearing I might actually harm myself. So played the fields with this rampage (together in two different tabs).
During the Day
https://youtu.be/aLsn6ZK4RZ8?si=Dt_j7ChLjNsQ6tpV
https://youtu.be/gBD4Owz1GC0?si=icOkN1DoFsqP-adT
During the day, I would live in the end. I created albums for my desired realities, re-read my scripts, revised my void list because I genuinely believed I was going to succeed, watched supercell shifting videos on YouTube, and stared at my vision board, realizing it was going to be my life the next day, and more!
Overnight
https://youtu.be/JwV297pP9aw?si=Sxx-xlhE_owInoxH
https://youtu.be/DKB5I9y8SEg?si=PI-UaNw2m_VUWYy1
What I Manifested
- Master shifting abilities
- Master void state abilities
- Having my WR to be a perfect heaven
- Making this current reality a dream: desired looks, desired body, never gaining weight, revised wealth and family, dream friend group, a social media following, being worshipped and respected, being so beautiful by my own standards, dream home (I have a mountain range that goes through my backyard and a farm on my land, itâs enormous), revised city, only attracting wealthy, tall, attractive men, pretty privilege, 145 IQ, going to an Ivy League, getting rid of my anxiety and depression, getting rid of my health issues, no toxic family, so much money, and revised my name to Bella because I love Bella Hadid (my old name was Audrey), and so much more.
I know it sounds nothing too crazy compared to other people who manifest powers and trillions of dollars, but I can shift anytime I want. Iâm going to my singing desired reality and high school musical Dr soon and I am so excited I have hundreds of places to explore. My life here finally has stability, and Iâm so happy. Not waking up with stress, nausea, and diarrhea is a blessing. My house is clean, my family members arenât fighting and calling me names, my siblings and I are close. I audibly gasp anytime I see myself in the mirror. My phone is always blowing up with people asking me for plans when it used to be dry as hell, and people forgot I even existed. Everywhere I go, people tell me I should model, want to pay for what Iâm buying, are so kind, open doors for me, want to help me for no reason, give me discounts, ask me on dates⊠Iâm so happy and confused. I donât know how to feel. I am genuinely so loved and respected, and on top of that, I get to explore the universe of my favorite shows and movies.
Iâm so glad I never gave up, even though these three months were hard and my life had gotten worse, I am finally free, my hard work paid off, and I hope everyone else will do the same. We truly are God! I was afraid this community was some big joke and big bloggers were creative writers or just laughing at delusional people like me, but I can confirm itâs very, very real.
My love I am so proud of you ! And yes I vaguely remember you and your first shift you messaged me about :)!
I am happy your hard work paid off as well. I remember when everything seemed so meaningless and delusional as well and I also thought shifting was some big joke to target mentally ill teens, but the reality is we truly are all god and no amount of doubt and struggle will ever change that truth. I hope you enjoy your dream life, and I am happy I could help đ
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When Nobody's Around
luke castellan x reader
capture the flag pt 2!
A/N: not me keeping my promises and posting three days in a row
TW: so much smut omg, throat-fucking, pussy slapping, cockwarming, overstim
word count: 1,225 words
After what happened with Luke the other day, you need to do something to cool off, to get your mind off of it. Training is the perfect thing. You make your way down to the grounds with Clarisse. Your half-sister is the perfect person to train with because she fights so hard that it gives you no chance to think.
âFuck.â You murmur. Youâre already there when you realize you forgot something. âI have to go back for my sneakers.âÂ
âDonât take too long, dumbass.â She smirks and you roll your eyes before jogging back to your cabin. Itâs so weird because you couldâve sworn on your life that you had brought them.
You shake off the feeling and open the cabin door. There shouldnât be anyone inside, all your siblings are training and whatnot. There shouldnât be anyone in there, especially not Luke Castellan who is sitting on your bed, holding your sneakers.
What. The. Fuck.
âYouâve been avoiding me.â He states, giving you an easygoing grin.
âGet out of my cabin.â
âNo.â
âNot only are you not meant to be in here, I also donât want you here.â Your voice is angry as you walk towards him.
âI think you do.â
You scoff. âStop acting like you know me.âÂ
He gives you a sly smile. âBut I do know you⊠very intimately.â
âIf youâre here for another hookup, itâs not going to happen.â You say adamantly.
He stands up, walking towards you. You hate the way he towers over your smaller body. âIâm actually here to apologize.âÂ
âApologize?â You ask doubtingly, not really thinking he was the type.
âYeah.â His hands fall to your waist. You donât shove him off right away, waiting to see where this all goes. âI was very rough with you before.â His hand slides up to hold your chin, thumbing your lip. âMaybe I wanted to be more gentle this time? Get down on my knees and eat you nice and slow.â
âI canât stand you.â You breathe out as his hand ghosts down, rubbing over your breast.
âYouâre such a damn brat.â He gives you a squeeze. âI thought I fucked that out of you last time but apparently not.â
You want to come up with some clever retort but all you can do is whimper in response.
âNow, how about you get on your knees and if you suck me well enough maybe, just maybe, iâll get you off.â
You drop to your knees. You hate to admit it but you like the way he talks to you. No other guy has enough confidence to try and put you in your place.
âWhat a submissive little slut.â He coos as he grips your hair with one hand.
âIâll bite your cock off.â You say as you unzip his jeans, tugging them down.
âWe both know that would be more of a loss for you than me.â He chuckles at how your eyes widen when he pulls his dick out. He may have been inside of you but you never actually saw how big he is. âSuck it.â
You glare but take him in your mouth as far back as you can. You gag when the tip of him touches the back of your throat.
âThatâs right, baby. Choke on my cock.â He murmurs as he begins to thrust into your mouth languidly. Your eyes water as you try to suck him off but itâs more like being throat-fucked instead with the way he grips your hair to pull your head back and forth. He gives a little slap to your cheek. âNo teeth.â He warns as he continues to use your mouth like he pleases.
Youâre surprised when he pulls out before finishing. âYou can swallow my cum another time. I plan on keeping my promises.â
When youâre on your feet, Luke pulls you into a kiss. He taps your ass once so you jump, letting him hold you as he walks you back to your bed. He parts his lips from yours, placing you down so you sit on the edge of your bed.
âItâs your turn to get on your knees.â You say cheekily.
âDonât go acting like youâre in charge.â He says but kneels anyhow. âIâm not opposed to giving that ass a few more smacks.â You shift a bit at the comment as he pulls off your pants. âOh, maybe youâd like that.â
âI wouldnât.â You lie as he yanks down your panties, revealing how wet you are.
âNo?â He asks, amused before laying a harsh smack to your cunt. You drip out more arousal. âLiar.â He murmurs before digging in.
His hands hold tight to your thighs as he buries his face in your cunt. Itâs stimulating too much and just the right amount all at once. You begin to whine and try to squirm away but he keeps you firmly in place with his strong hands as he laps up your arousal.
âBetter than fucking ambrosia.â He looks up, grinning like a devil before nipping at your clit. Your hand is in his hair now, pulling tightly as youâre so close⊠so close and then⊠he stops.
âLuuukeâŠâ You whine in frustration.
âSorry, baby but youâre gonna cum around my cock.â
He picks you up like you weigh nothing and throws you back further on the bed before shifting his body between your legs. He uses his dick to tease your clit and you whimper.
âPlease, Luke.â You beg, looking at him with doe eyes.
âLook at you, so pretty as you beg to be fucked. Iâll give you what you want.â His words are so lewd but his voice is so gentle.
He slips himself inside of you in one go, once again not caring about you adjusting. Though, he exercises a bit more restraint this time, not moving quite yet. He at least wants you to be able to walk somewhat well after this. He leans down to kiss your neck, leaving love bites that you'll have to explain later before he actually starts to give you what you need. He begins to thrust, trying to avoid acting like a rabid dog even if he knows you like it.
âYouâre so fucking tight. Never had such a tiny little pussy before.â The way you squeeze around him has him throwing all decorum out the window. He begins to fuck into you like this is the last chance heâll get.
âMmm Luke, harder.â You beg.
âFucking slut.â He says with a grin before slinging your leg over his shoulder so he can piston into you deeper.
âWant you⊠to cum⊠inside.â The words have him going feral. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, making you spasm under him.
âIs that all it takes? Barely even had to touch your sweet pearl.â You cream around his cock and he fucks you through it. The overstimulation has you seeing stars but after a few moments, his thrusts finally begin to slow. He stills and you feel his hot cum spurt into you, filling you to the brim until it spills out.
He slumps down on you, pressing tired kisses to your collarbone as he lets you cockwarm him.
âWant me to go?â He asks.Â
It should be an easy answer. You should say yes.
âNo⊠stay.âÂ
And he smiles.
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